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#elle

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Don't you see, Helen? There would be no life for me now without you in it." He covered her hand with his own, bringing it to his lips. "I need to know that you're mine. That I alone have your heart. ↗


— Michelle Zink


#griffin #griffin-and-helen #griffin-channing #helen #helen-cartwright

My life has become a dismal sigh fettered by pangs of grief and anguished weeping. ↗


— Richelle E. Goodrich


#discouragement #giving-up #grief #hopelessness #resignation

Act like you care. Pray like you care. Speak, smile, reach out, and live like you care.  The point is to make sure those in your life know beyond doubt that you do care. ↗


— Richelle E. Goodrich


#kindness #richelle #richelle-goodrich #sympathy #life

In the political jargon of those days, the word "intellectual" was an insult. It indicated someone who did not understand life and was cut off from the people. All the Communists who were hanged at the time by other Communists were awarded such abuse. Unlike those who had their feet solidly on the ground, they were said to float in the air. So it was fair, in a way, that as punishment the ground was permanently pulled out from under their feet, that they remained suspended a little above the floor. ↗


— Milan Kundera


#gallows-humour #hanged #insult #intellectual #life

This thing that troubles you is only one small part of your life. Don't allow it to be all-consuming when there's so much more to embrace. ↗


— Richelle E. Goodrich


#hardships #life #richelle #richelle-goodrich #tests

i love reading because it is fun ↗


— Elle Fowler


#love

Io posso continuare a vivere questa mia vita... perché ho una dote che nessuno ha... così in me esasperata, così in me eccellente. Questa dote è la mia grande falsità. ↗


— Carmelo Bene


#falsità #life #vita #life

But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?” He used that hand to pull me closer. “Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you?” There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate. ↗


— Richelle Mead


#aura #bloodlines #cute #love #richelle-mead

But genius, and even great talent, springs less from seeds of intellect and social refinement superior to those of other people than from the faculty of transforming and transposing them. To heat a liquid with an electric lamp requires not the strongest lamp possible, but one of which the current can cease to illuminate, can be diverted so as to give heat instead of light. To mount the skies it is not necessary to have the most powerful of motors, one must have a motor which, instead of continuing to run along the earth's surface, intersecting with a vertical line the horizontal line which it began by following, is capable of converting its speed into lifting power. Similarly, the men who produce works of genius are not those who live in the most delicate atmosphere, whose conversation is the most brilliant or their culture the most extensive, but those who have had the power, ceasing suddenly to live only for themselves, to transform their personality into a sort of mirror, in such a way that their life, however mediocre it may be socially and even, in a sense, intellectually, is reflected by it, genius consisting in reflecting power and not int he intrinsic quality of the scene reflected. ↗


— Marcel Proust


#genius #intellect #proust #seed #social

What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident? And are there not moods which need heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland for their expression, no less than this dilapidated earth? Nay, are there not moods which shall find no expression unless there be men who dare to mix heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland together, or even to set the heads of beasts to the bodies of men, or to thrust the souls of men into the heart of rocks? Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet." ("A Teller of Tales") ↗


— W.B. Yeats


#literature #storytellers #storytelling #men






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