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  • #1
    Marcus Tullius Cicero
    “A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
    Marcus Tullius Cicero

  • #2
    Richard Siken
    “You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”
    richard siken

  • #3
    Fernando Pessoa
    “I've always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I'm not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #4
    Fernando Pessoa
    “I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #5
    Fernando Pessoa
    “I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

  • #6
    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
    “If I love you, what business is it of yours?”
    Johann wolfgang von Goethe

  • #7
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #8
    Aldous Huxley
    “Experience teaches only the teachable.”
    Aldous Huxley

  • #9
    Iain S. Thomas
    “There was a research article I read with the headline, “Love Is A Single Act Committed By Two Brains,” because of the way oxytocin levels rose in a mother and a son when they hugged. I wish more poets became scientists”
    Iain S. Thomas, How to be Happy: Not a Self-Help Book. Seriously

  • #10
    Iain S. Thomas
    “And he loves her. He loves her like he can never grab enough of her between his fingers”
    Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance

  • #11
    Iain S. Thomas
    “This is why it hurts the way it hurts.
    You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.
    You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much”
    Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance

  • #12
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “Quand tu veux construire un bateau, ne commence pas par rassembler du bois, couper des planches et distribuer du travail, mais reveille au sein des hommes le desir de la mer grande et large.

    If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people together to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

  • #13
    Neil Gaiman
    “I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

  • #14
    Ernest Hemingway
    “Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #15
    Socrates
    “I cannot teach anybody anything. I can only make them think”
    Socrates

  • #16
    Homer
    “We men are wretched things.”
    Homer, The Iliad

  • #17
    Richard Powers
    “The best arguments in the world won't change a person's mind. The only thing that can do that is a good story.”
    Richard Powers, The Overstory

  • #18
    Richard Powers
    “What you make from a tree should be at least as miraculous as what you cut down.”
    Richard Powers, The Overstory

  • #19
    Richard Powers
    “You and the tree in your backyard come from a common ancestor. A billion and a half years ago, the two of you parted ways. But even now, after an immense journey in separate directions, that tree and you still share a quarter of your genes. . . .”
    Richard Powers, The Overstory

  • #20
    Richard Powers
    “We found that trees could communicate, over the air and through their roots. Common sense hooted us down. We found that trees take care of each other. Collective science dismissed the idea. Outsiders discovered how seeds remember the seasons of their childhood and set buds accordingly. Outsiders discovered that trees sense the presence of other nearby life. That a tree learns to save water. That trees feed their young and synchronize their masts and bank resources and warn kin and send out signals to wasps to come and save them from attacks. “Here’s a little outsider information, and you can wait for it to be confirmed. A forest knows things. They wire themselves up underground. There are brains down there, ones our own brains aren’t shaped to see. Root plasticity, solving problems and making decisions. Fungal synapses. What else do you want to call it? Link enough trees together, and a forest grows aware.”
    Richard Powers, The Overstory

  • #21
    Richard Powers
    “Say the planet is born at midnight and it runs for one day. First there is nothing. Two hours are lost to lava and meteors. Life doesn’t show up until three or four a.m. Even then, it’s just the barest self-copying bits and pieces. From dawn to late morning—a million million years of branching—nothing more exists than lean and simple cells. Then there is everything. Something wild happens, not long after noon. One kind of simple cell enslaves a couple of others. Nuclei get membranes. Cells evolve organelles. What was once a solo campsite grows into a town. The day is two-thirds done when animals and plants part ways. And still life is only single cells. Dusk falls before compound life takes hold. Every large living thing is a latecomer, showing up after dark. Nine p.m. brings jellyfish and worms. Later that hour comes the breakout—backbones, cartilage, an explosion of body forms. From one instant to the next, countless new stems and twigs in the spreading crown burst open and run. Plants make it up on land just before ten. Then insects, who instantly take to the air. Moments later, tetrapods crawl up from the tidal muck, carrying around on their skin and in their guts whole worlds of earlier creatures. By eleven, dinosaurs have shot their bolt, leaving the mammals and birds in charge for an hour. Somewhere in that last sixty minutes, high up in the phylogenetic canopy, life grows aware. Creatures start to speculate. Animals start teaching their children about the past and the future. Animals learn to hold rituals. Anatomically modern man shows up four seconds before midnight. The first cave paintings appear three seconds later. And in a thousandth of a click of the second hand, life solves the mystery of DNA and starts to map the tree of life itself. By midnight, most of the globe is converted to row crops for the care and feeding of one species. And that’s when the tree of life becomes something else again. That’s when the giant trunk starts to teeter.”
    Richard Powers, The Overstory

  • #22
    Richard Powers
    “The Greeks had a word, xenia—guest friendship—a command to take care of traveling strangers, to open your door to whoever is out there, because anyone passing by, far from home, might be God. Ovid tells the story of two immortals who came to Earth in disguise to cleanse the sickened world. No one would let them in but one old couple, Baucis and Philemon. And their reward for opening their door to strangers was to live on after death as trees—an oak and a linden—huge and gracious and intertwined. What we care for, we will grow to resemble. And what we resemble will hold us, when we are us no longer. . . .”
    Richard Powers, The Overstory

  • #23
    Ovid
    “I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth. ”
    Ovid, Metamorphoses

  • #24
    John Fowles
    “The human race is unimportant. It is the self that must not be betrayed."

    "I suppose one could say that Hitler didn't betray his self."

    "You are right. He did not. But millions of Germans did betray their selves. That was the tragedy. Not that one man had the courage to be evil. But that millions had not the courage to be good.”
    John Fowles, The Magus

  • #25
    John Fowles
    “To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape.”
    John Fowles, The Magus

  • #26
    John Fowles
    “If you forget everything else about me, please remember this. I walked down that street and I never looked back and I love you. I love you. I love you so much that I shall hate you for ever for today.”
    John Fowles, The Magus

  • #27
    Hermann Hesse
    “I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew. I had to experience despair, I had to sink to the greatest mental depths, to thoughts of suicide, in order to experience grace.”
    Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

  • #28
    Hermann Hesse
    “So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other, without being conquered or having conquered, so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.”
    Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha



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