Correspondence Quotes

Quotes tagged as "correspondence" (showing 1-30 of 33)
Vita Sackville-West
“Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this.”
Vita Sackville-West, The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf

Blaise Pascal
“I have only made this letter longer because I have not had the time to make it shorter."

(Letter 16, 1657)”
Blaise Pascal, The Provincial Letters

Mary E. Pearson
“The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.”
Mary E. Pearson, The Miles Between

Lewis Carroll
“The proper definition of a man is an animal that writes letters.”
Lewis Carroll

Emily Dickinson
“open me carefully”
Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters

H.P. Lovecraft
“An isolated person requires correspondence as a means of seeing his ideas as others see them, and thus guarding against the dogmatisms and extravagances of solitary and uncorrected speculation. No man can learn to reason and appraise from a mere perusal of the writing of others. If he live not in the world, where he can observe the public at first hand and be directed toward solid reality by the force of conversation and spoken debate, then he must sharpen his discrimination and regulate his perceptive balance by an equivalent exchange of ideas in epistolary form.”
H.P. Lovecraft

Saul Bellow
“I see that I've become a really bad correspondent. It's not that I don't think of you. You come into my thoughts often. But when you do it appears to me that I owe you a particularly grand letter. And so you end in the "warehouse of good intentions": "Can't do it now." "Then put it on hold." This is one's strategy for coping with old age, and with death--because one can't die with so many obligations in storage. Our clever species, so fertile and resourceful in denying its weaknesses.”
Saul Bellow

Susan Lendroth
“To write is human, to receive a letter: Devine!”
Susan Lendroth

Saul Bellow
“I should have written you a letter, it was too late to make the deaths of my brothers an excuse. Since they died, I wrote a book; why not a letter? A mysterious but truthful answer is that while I can gear myself up to do a novel, letters, real-life communications, are too much for me. I used to rattle them off easily enough; why is the challenge of writing to friends and acquaintances too much for me now? Because I have become such a solitary, and not in the Aristotelian sense: not a beast, not a god. Rather, a loner troubled by longings, incapable of finding a suitable language and despairing at the impossibility of composing messages in a playable key--as if I no longer understood the codes used by the estimable people who wanted to hear from me and would have so much to reply if only the impediments were taken away.”
Saul Bellow

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverably for ourselves and for others.”
Johann Goethe, Elective Affinities

Albert Einstein
“I was very pleased with your kind letter. Until now I never dreamed of being something like a hero. But since you've given me the nomination I feel that I am one.”
Albert Einstein, Dear Professor Einstein: Albert Einstein's Letters to and from Children

Mary E. Pearson
“Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.”
Mary E. Pearson, The Miles Between

“There is no single thing... that is so cut and dried that one cannot attend to its secret whisper which says 'I am more than just my appearance'. If each object quivers with readiness to imply something other than itself, if each perception is a word in a poem dense with connotations, then the poet's selection of any given subject of speculation will become... a means of attuning himself to the rhythms and harmonies of reality at large. ... The notion of a network of correspondence is not an outmoded Romantic illusion: it represents a crucial intuition...”
Roger Cardinal, Figures of Reality

Edward Gorey
“where was I? in remarking that me is the envelopes and not nearly so much so, the often foolish letters inside.”
Edward Gorey, Floating Worlds: The Letters of Edward Gorey & Peter F. Neumeyer

Diane Setterfield
“It gave me a queer feeling. Yesterday or the day before, while I had been going about my business, quietly and in private, some unknown person ― some stranger ― had gone to the trouble of marking my name on this envelope.”
Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale

Delia Sherman
“All my life I have written letters - to our mother, our relatives, a wide circle of friends and acquaintance, to my husband, to you. Correspondence has always been as necessary to my happiness as a well-cooked dinner, and I've found it more sustaining for its generosity: an act of charity that returned to me a hundredfold...”
Delia Sherman, The Porcelain Dove

Carlene Bauer
“I am in no mood to fulminate on paper--I wish the two of us were in a room together talking of what matters most, the air thick with affinity. In January a man crawls into a cave of hopelessness; he hallucinates sympathies catching fire. Letters are glaciers, null frigates, trapping us where we are in the moment, unable to carry us on toward truth.”
Carlene Bauer, Frances and Bernard

Hunter S. Thompson
“I have tonight begun reading a stupid, shitty book by Kerouac called Big Sur, and I would give a ball to wake up tomorrow on some empty ridge with a herd of beatniks grazing in the clearing about 200 yards below the house. And then to squat with the big boomer and feel it on my shoulder with the smell of grease and powder and, later, a little blood.”
Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

James Howe
“(Quoting Goethe:)

"We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverably for ourselves and for others.”
James Howe, The Watcher

Jean Cocteau
“Jeannot la bêtise des amoureux est immense, végétale, animale, astrale. Que faire? Comment te faire comprendre que je n'existe plus en dehors de toi.”
Jean Cocteau, Lettres à Jean Marais

Susan Lendroth
“To write is human, to get mail: Devine!”
Susan Lendroth

“Writing to you is like some embarrassing remake of Waiting For Godot. Why don't you jerk off on paper in my direction, as I've done. I am so unhappy it's amusing.”
Maryse Holder, Give Sorrow Words: Maryse Holder's Letters From Mexico

Gregory Bateson
“When we think of coconuts or pigs, there are no coconuts or pigs in the brain.”
Gregory Bateson, Mind and Nature

“Letters always frustrate me with what's left out.”
Eileen Drew, Blue Taxis: Stories about Africa

George Lakoff
“...there is no real person whose embodiment plays no role in meaning, whose meaning is purely objective and defined by the external world, and whose language can fit the external world with no significant role played by mind, brain, or body. Because our conceptual systems grow out of our bodies, meaning is grounded in and through our bodies. Because a vast range of our concepts are metaphorical, meaning is not entirely literal and the classical correspondence theory of truth is false.”
George Lakoff, Philosophy in the Flesh: The Embodied Mind and its Challenge to Western Thought

Louise Dickinson Rich
“I don't have to point out, I'm sure, that letters received should be answered within a reasonable time- say a month; but there is such a thing as answering too promptly and writing too long a letter. It makes answering a burden to your correspondent, who will feel obligated to do at least as well as you have done, and will soon be heartily sick of the whole thing.”
Louise Dickinson Rich, We Took to the Woods

Shirley Jackson
“Mrs. Spencer distrusted letters on principle, because they always seemed to want to entangle her in so many small, disagreeable obligations--visits, or news of old friends she had conveniently forgotten, or family responsibilities that always had to be met quickly and without enjoyment.”
Shirley Jackson, Let Me Tell You: New Stories, Essays, and Other Writings

Philip Ball
“We should not imagine that this means our fate is fixed by our planets, however. Even though each vital organ corresponds to a planet—the liver to Jupiter, the brain to the moon, the heart to the sun, the spleen to Saturn, the lungs to Mercury, the gallbladder to Mars, and the kidneys to Venus—yet the one is not governed by the other: "Saturn has nothing to do with the spleen, nor the spleen anything to do with Saturn." Rather, these correspondences are simply a manifestation of the cosmic mirror that makes man a microcosm of the universal macrocosm. The two are analogs but are not causally related. From a scale model of a building you can read the proportions and relationships of the building itself, but crushing the former does not raze the latter.”
Philip Ball, The Devil's Doctor: Paracelsus and the World of Renaissance Magic and Science

Hermann Hesse
“I'm always running into the Sunday God of churchgoing Christians and cannot help noticing that he doesn't help out much on weekdays.”
Hermann Hesse, Soul of the Age: Selected Letters, 1891-1962

Susan Lendroth
“To write is human, to get mail, Divine!”
Susan Lendroth

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