Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.
David Levithan – The Lover’s Dictionary
Category Archives: Quotes
I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let it go, and the river the brings you home.
Joanne Harris:: Five Quarters of the Orange
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
One writes music because winter is eternal and because, if one didn’t, the wolves and blizzards would be at one’s throat all the sooner.
David Mitchell: Cloud Atlas
We write to live twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
:: Anas Nin
I write to find out what I didn’t know I knew.
:: Robert Frost
She is too fond of books, and it has addled her brain.
::Louisa May Alcott
Imagination should be the center of your life.
:: Ray Bradbury
The one thing in the world, of value, is the active soul. This every man is entitled to; this every man contains within him, although, in almost all men, obstructed, and as yet unborn. The soul active sees absolute truth; and utters truth, or creates. In this action, it is genius; not the privilege of here and there a favorite, but the sound estate of every man. In its essence, it is progressive. The book, the college, the school of art, the institution of any kind, stop with some past utterance of genius. This is good, say they, — let us hold by this. They pin me down. They look backward and not forward. But genius looks forward: the eyes of man are set in his forehead, not in his hindhead: man hopes: genius creates.
The American Scholar – Emerson’s legendary 1837 oration. (via explore-blog)
Excerpt from Quiet – Dave Eggers
I feel time like you dream. Your dreams are jumbled. You can’t remember the order of your dreams, and when you recall them, the memories bend. Faces change. It’s all in puddles and ripples. That’s what time is for me.
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