#ions

Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#books #countless #dejan-stojanovic #literature #literature-quotes

Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#imitating #imitations #literature #literature-quotes #loitering

Reporters used to ask me the same inane questions year-in and year-out, city-to-city, and it would drive me crazy. ↗

— Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

#crazy #drive #me #questions #reporters

You have to be able to center yourself, to let all of your emotions go... Don't ever forget that you play with your soul as well as your body. ↗

— Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

#body #center #emotions #ever #forget

I think we’re romantic people in some ways, but when it comes to relationships it’s not a question of ‘Can you trust another human being?’, so much as a question of trusting yourself. The animalistic nature of man seems to mean that you’re bound to find another people physically attractive. And there’s something dishonest about shutting those feelings off - it seems puritanical to deny yourself that. The idea of sin is still so widely pervading. ↗

— Richey Edwards

#nature

Karamel. Aku baru memperhatikan, warna matanya coklat keemasan, seperti sirup karamel yang selalu kucampurkan di kopiku. ↗

— Francisca Todi

#relationship #romance #romance-novels #romantic #romantic-comedy

If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers. ↗

— Thomas Pynchon

#paranoia #proverbs #questions #wit #wrong

The time to read Madame Bovary is when your romantic hopes and desires have crashed, and you will believe that your future relationships will have disappointing - even devastating - consequences. ↗

— John Irving

#relationships #romantic

Beaumont wanted Esmond very badly. Esmond wanted Beaumont’s wife. And she didn’t want anybody. ↗

— Loretta Chase

#romantic-comedy #relationship

She had thought of literature all these years (her seclusion, her rank, her sex must be her excuse) as something wild as the wind, hot as fire, swift as lightning; something errant, incalculable, abrupt, and behold, literature was an elderly gentleman in a grey suit talking about duchesses… Orlando then came to the conclusion (opening half-a-dozen books)…that it would be impolitic in the extreme to wrap a ten-pound note round the sugar tongs when Miss Christina Rossetti came to tea…next (here were half-a-dozen invitations to celebrate centenaries by dining) that literature since it all these dinners must be growing very corpulent; next (she was invited to a score of lectures on the Influence of this upon that; the Classical revival; the Romantic survival, and other titles of the same engaging kind) that literature since it listened to all these lectures must be growing very dry; next (here she attended a reception given by a peeress) that literature since it wore all those fur tippets must be growing very respectable; next (here she visited Carlyle’s sound-proof room at Chelsea) that genius since it needed all this coddling must be growing very delicate… ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#pretensions #respect