#gr

ولم تعد الكتابة ما كانت عليه من قبل : أي استخراج البدايات كيفما اتفق، بل أصبحت ما هي عليه اليوم ؛ الاندفاعة القصوى ، الخشية الممتعة، الرغبةالتي أبدا لا تنضب، والحاجةالتي تمنحني النشوة ↗

— Amélie Nothomb

#الكتابة #بيوغرافيا #رواية #biography

The clown was an evil one. They’re either good or bad, and this one was definitely the latter. ↗

— Chris Thrall

#chris-thrall #crystal-meth #drugs #eating-smoke #hong-kong

What right does my present have to speak of my past? Has my present some advantage over my past? What "grace" might have enlightened me? except that of passing time, or of a good cause, encountered on my way? ↗

— Roland Barthes

#memory #past #present #time #biography

If I can't stay where I am, and I can't, then I will put all that I can into the going. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#growth #resolution #bravery

All the natural movements of the soul are controlled by laws analogous to those of physical gravity. Grace is the only exception. Grace fills empty spaces, but it can only enter where there is a void to receive it, and it is grace itself which makes this void. The imagination is continually at work filling up all the fissures through which grace might pass. ↗

— Simone Weil

#life #imagination

There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood. The boy is walking through the street of his town. He is thinking of the future and of the figure he will cut in the world. Ambitions and regrets awake within him. Suddenly something happens; he stops under a tree and waits as for a voice calling his name. Ghosts of old things creep into his consciousness; the voices outside of himself whisper a message concerning the limitations of life. From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness. The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy. With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village. He knows that in spite of all the stout talk of his fellows he must live and die in uncertainty, a thing blown by the winds, a thing destined like corn to wilt in the sun. ↗

— Sherwood Anderson

#future #ghosts #life #manhood #nothingness

I still loved Marc desperately and couldn’t imagine life without him. Jace was…something else. Something I could feel but couldn’t articulate. Something I wanted, and hadn’t been able to resist in my grief-weakened state. He was something that would have to wait. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#faythe-sanders #love #regret #imagination

I’ll never go hungry, because I’m a pet owner and a meat eater. I used to own broccoli, but taking it for a walk in the park didn’t work out so well. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#broccoli #hunger #hungry #meat #park

...It sounded like a dragon breathing in time with me, like I had this pet dragon who was cuddled up next to me and cared enough about me to time his breaths to mine. ↗

— John Green

#pet-dragon #the-fault-in-our-stars #pets

Hey Kid-- so proud of you. so is emily. we wish we could be there, but here's a fat check to make up for it but dont go spending it all out on booze. call you soon. Love, the best big brother ever and Emily and Marie, too." I smiled. It was a mark of how much I loved my big brother that I found his lack of punctuation and proper grammar endearing. ↗

— Kody Keplinger

#humor #love