#del

At a period when Literature was wont to attribute the grief of living exclusively to the mischances of disappointed love or the jealousy of adulterous deceptions, he had said not a word of these childish maladies, but had sounded those more incurable, more poignant and more profound: wounds that are inflicted by satiety, disillusion and contempt in ruined souls tortured by the present, disgusted with the past, terrified and desperate of the future. ↗

— Joris-Karl Huysmans

#jealousy

Diplomats and bureaucrats may function differently, but they achieve exactly the same results. ↗

— Spock

#government-corruption #organizational-leadership #leadership

I remember one desolate Sunday night, wondering: Is this how I´m going to spend the rest of my life? Marrid to someone who is perpetually distracted and somewhat wistful, as though a marvelous party is going on in the next room, which but for me he could be attending? ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#cheating #deception #divorce #infidelity #marriage

What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#life #salvation #life

Oh god, Anabeth,” Ellie muttered. “Your whole life is based around sex.” “So?” she shot back. “It’s better than having sex with fictional characters!” Ellie shot up out of my desk chair. “I do not have sex with fictional characters!” “Oh puh-lease, I’ve seen the books you read, all big muscley men and virginal women and steamy sex. Why else would you read that crap if not to get off? ↗

— Madeline Sheehan

#unbeautifully #undeniable #life

Hazel screamed at the top of her lungs, but it was a scream of delight. For the first time in her life-in her two lives-she felt absolutely unstoppable. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#hazel-levesque #life #scream #life

The most wonderful thing in life is to be delirious and the most wonderful kind of delirium is being in love. In the morning mist, hazy and amorous, London was delirious. London squinted as it floated along, milky pink, without caring where it was going. ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#delirium #london #love #life

At the end of her life she was aware of heat but not pain. She had time to consider his eyes, eyes of that blue which is the color of the sky at first light of the morning. She had time to think of him on the Drop, riding Rusher flat out with his black hair flying back from his temples and his neckerchief rippling; to see him laughing with an ease and freedom he would never find again in the long life which stretched out for him beyond hers, and it was his laughter she took with her as she went out, fleeing the light and heat in to the silkly, consoling dark, calling to him over and over as she went, calling bird and bear and hare and fish. ↗

— Stephen King

#dark-tower #death #fire #roland #stephen-king

Through all of our seasons this will be certain; this will be constant, shining and true: with the gift of your heart you gave my life meaning; and I'll spend a lifetime cherishing you. ↗

— Robert Sexton

#love #life

Perhaps we all lose our sense of reality to the precise degree to which we are engrossed in our own work, and perhaps that is why we see in the increasing complexity of our mental constructs a means for greater understanding, even while intuitively we know that we shall never be able to fathom the imponderables that govern our course through life. ↗

— W.G. Sebald

#order #understanding #life