The Bee Sting Quotes
The Bee Sting
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“So many of the bad things that happen in the world come from people pretending to be something they’re not.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“And yet we continue not to do anything to stop it, because the things that are causing it, the things we’re doing that are making it worse – building buildings, taking planes, driving cars, eating meat, buying stuff, having children! – these are the very things that make us us. So we seem to be faced with an impossible dilemma: if we don’t want to be killed by climate change, we have to stop being ourselves. You can see why people aren’t exactly rushing to man the barricades. The thought of addressing it actually seems in some ways worse to us than being killed by it. Or put it another way, the thought of no longer being ourselves is harder for us to get our head around than the thought of being dead.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“Maybe every era has an atrocity woven into its fabric. Maybe every society is complicit in terrible things and only afterwards gets around to pretending they didn’t know.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“That's the past, isn't it. You think it's behind you, then one day you walk into a room and it's there waiting for you.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“You couldn’t protect the people you loved – that was the lesson of history, and it struck him therefore that to love someone meant to be opened up to a radically heightened level of suffering.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“I suppose that’s what everybody wants, isn’t it. To be like everybody else. But nobody is like everybody else. That’s the one thing we have in common.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“You go to class and discuss famous poems. The poems are full of swans, gorse, blackberries, leopards, elderflowers, mountains, orchards, moonlight, wolves, nightingales, cherry blossoms, bog oak, lily-pads, honeybees. Even the brand-new ones are jam-packed with nature. It’s like the poets are not living in the same world as you. You put up your hand and say isn’t it weird that poets just keep going around noticing nature and not ever noticing that nature is shrinking? To read these poems you would think the world was as full of nature as it ever was even though in the last forty years so many animals and habitats have been wiped out. How come they don’t notice that? How come they don’t notice everything that’s been annihilated? If they’re so into noticing things? I look around and all I see is the world being ruined. If poems were true they’d just be about walking through a giant graveyard or a garbage dump. The only place you find nature is in poems, it’s total bullshit. Even the sensitive people are fucking liars, you say. No, you don’t, you sit there in silence like always.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“we are all different expressions of the same vulnerability and need. That’s what binds us together.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“Global apocalypse is not interested in your identity politics or who you pray to or what side of the border you live on.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“It is for love. You are doing this for love.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“Before he became a father, he imagined the relationship as being like an intensive version of owning a pet. The child, he thought, was essentially a passive, a vessel into which you poured your love. On TV that’s how it looked. Children were silent, dormant; you went into their bedrooms, gazed down at them fondly, drew the blankets over them as they slept.
But in life, he discovered, parenthood was like – it was – living with a person. A new person, with strong opinions, strong tastes, arbitrary swings of emotion, all of them addressed at you. You were the passive one: the work of care was primarily to endure, to weather the endless, buffeting storms of unmediated will.”
― The Bee Sting
But in life, he discovered, parenthood was like – it was – living with a person. A new person, with strong opinions, strong tastes, arbitrary swings of emotion, all of them addressed at you. You were the passive one: the work of care was primarily to endure, to weather the endless, buffeting storms of unmediated will.”
― The Bee Sting
“People imagined poems were wispy things, she said, frilly things, like lace doilies. But in fact they were like claws, like the metal spikes mountaineers use to find purchase on the sheer face of a glacier. By writing a poem, the lady poets could break through the slippery, nothingy surface of the life they were enclosed in, to the passionate reality that beat beneath it. Instead of falling down the sheer face, they could haul themselves up, line by line, until at last they stood on top of the mountain. And then maybe, just maybe, they might for an instant see the world as it really is.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“Maybe that’s how it will go – instead of one definitive cataclysm, a series of ‘anomalies’, each time lasting longer, with the stretches of what you call normal life becoming further and further apart, until one day it dawns on you that this is normal life now...”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“Today, in the developed world, the great threat to political order is that people will pay attention to their surroundings. Thus, even slaves have access to entertainment.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“But progress isn’t just about stopping bad things from happening. It’s about creating the conditions for new things to happen – things that otherwise wouldn’t have happened, would never even have been imagined.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“This must be what it feels like to be dying, he thinks; the world remains around you, like a lover who does not want to hurt you by leaving, but in spirit it’s already gone, taking with it the meaning of everything you shared. In truth it is already transforming into a future you will never be part of; and you realize only then that it has been transforming all of this time, throughout your whole life, and you with it; and that, in fact, is life, though you never knew, and now it is over.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“Isn’t it truer to say that progress needs failure? That progress is what humans do with failure?”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“Today, in the developed world, the great threat to political order is that people will pay attention to their surroundings. Thus, even slaves have access to entertainment. You could even say we are paid in entertainment. The novel was the first instance of what in the twenty-first century has become a vast and proliferating entertainment industry, an almost infinite machine designed to distract us and disempower us. We are presented with a virtual world powered, literally, by the incineration of the real. Cass?”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“But sometimes it’s better with things you enjoy not to do them again.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“Instead of yelling at you when you did something wrong, like her mother did, Dad liked to bring you on a little journey first, up over the hills and mountains. It made it hard to fight back; you just had to follow the path he had laid out, his voice calm and even, your guilt crushing down on your shoulders, until turning a corner you would find yourself at the summit, your crime lying spread out in a panorama before you, and you and he would gaze down on it together.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“But in life, he discovered, parenthood was like – it was – living with a person. A new person, with strong opinions, strong tastes, arbitrary swings of emotion, all of them addressed at you. You were the passive one: the work of care was primarily to endure, to weather the endless, buffeting storms of unmediated will.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“she wore a combination of dungarees and frilly blouses, a look that Elaine called ‘Victorian petrol station’.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“That's the past, isn't it. You think it's behind you then one day you walk into a room and it's there waiting for you.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“You couldn't protect the people you loved—that was the lesson of history, and it struck him therefore that to love someone meant to be opened up to a radically heightened level of suffering.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“I suppose that’s what everybody wants, isn’t it. To be like everybody else. But nobody is like everybody else. That’s the one thing we have in common. We’re all different, but we all think everyone else is the same,”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“For instance: if a dog’s sense of smell was fifty thousand times more powerful than a human’s, that meant that instead of humans’ binary perception of There/Gone, dogs must have a spectrum of thereness. Like, say you’re here, then you go out. To me, you’re gone. But to a dog you’re still mostly here, because your smell lingers much longer, and that’s their strongest sense. So they must have a whole different understanding of time, because for them the past is literally still around. When a dog looks at the world, it must see all of these presences gradually fading out. Like a sky full of jet contrails.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“Maybe every era has an atrocity woven into its fabric. Maybe every society is complicit in terrible things and only afterwards gets around to pretending they didn’t know. When the kids ask, tell them that no one meant any harm.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“We try to make ourselves the way we think we’re expected to be. So many of the bad things that happen in the world come from people pretending to be something they’re not.”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“Perhaps that was what made it hard to accept. He had always assumed happiness was for other people, for the plodders, the norms, the sleepwalkers, as the reward for their blinkered conformism”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
“And to face up to reality we first need to set aside all of these inventions and disguises we’ve been so busy accumulating. We need to take off our masks. And that’s hard, after a lifetime of hiding away, it’s existentially hard, take it from me. But once you do it, the world is transformed. Once you take off your mask, it’s like all the other masks become transparent, and you can see that beneath our individual quirks and weirdnesses, we’re the same. We are the same in being different, in feeling bad about being different. Or to put it another way, we are all different expressions of the same vulnerability and”
― The Bee Sting
― The Bee Sting
