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  • #1
    Jeanette Winterson
    “He: What’s the matter with you?

    Me: Nothing.

    Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, "but there was nothing the matter with her.”
    Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries

  • #2
    Jeanette Winterson
    “What a strange world this is when you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo.”
    Jeanette Winterson, Powerbook

  • #3
    Tara Brach
    “We are uncomfortable because everything in our life keeps changing -- our inner moods, our bodies, our work, the people we love, the world we live in. We can't hold on to anything -- a beautiful sunset, a sweet taste, an intimate moment with a lover, our very existence as the body/mind we call self -- because all things come and go. Lacking any permanent satisfaction, we continuously need another injection of fuel, stimulation, reassurance from loved ones, medicine, exercise, and meditation. We are continually driven to become something more, to experience something else.”
    Tara Brach, Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life With the Heart of a Buddha

  • #4
    Tara Brach
    “If we are taken over by craving, no matter who or what is before us, all we can see is how it might satisfy our needs. This kind of thirst contracts our body and mind into a profound trance. We move through the world with a kind of tunnel vision that prevents us from enjoying what is in front of us. The color of an autumn leaves or a passage of poetry merely amplifies the feeling that there is a gaping hole in our life. The smile of a child only reminds us that we are painfully childless. We turn away from simple pleasures because our craving compels us to seek more intense stimulation or numbing relief.”
    Tara Brach, Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life With the Heart of a Buddha

  • #5
    Anaïs Nin
    “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
    Anais Nin

  • #6
    Anaïs Nin
    “From the backstabbing co-worker to the meddling sister-in-law, you are in charge of how you react to the people and events in your life. You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead. Take control and choose to focus on what is important in your life. Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.”
    Anais Nin

  • #7
    Anaïs Nin
    “I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.”
    Anaïs Nin

  • #8
    Charles de Lint
    “Thing that people forget is, we all die, right? We all die and no matter what we do, the universe is going to go on, perfectly happy without us.”
    Charles de Lint, Trader

  • #9
    Sylvia Plath
    “It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.

    It made me tired just to think of it.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #10
    Stephen  King
    “Sometimes being a bitch is all a woman's got to hold on to.”
    Stephen King, Dolores Claiborne

  • #11
    Kristina McMorris
    “The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.”
    Kristina McMorris, Bridge of Scarlet Leaves

  • #12
    Roland Barthes
    “Don't say mourning. It's too psychoanalytic. I'm not mourning. I'm suffering.”
    Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary: October 26, 1977–September 15, 1979



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