#p

Wives?" she asked, interrupting him. For a moment, he had assumed she was tuning to the novel. Then he saw her waiting, suspicious eyes, so he replied cautiously, "None active," as if wives were volcanoes. ↗

— John le Carré

#circumspection #husbands #marriage #married-life #separation

Waves of hands, hesitations at street corners, someone dropping a cigarette into the gutter-all are stories. But which is the true story? That I do not know. Hence I keep my phrases hung like clothes in a cupboard, waiting for some one to wear them. Thus waiting, thus speculating, making this note and then an· other I do not cling to life. I shall be brushed like a bee from a sunflower. My philosophy, always accumulating, welling up moment by moment, runs like quicksilver a dozen ways at once. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#life

The investigations also proved that there were many cases of spontaneous deviation, i.e. cases where there had been no stimulation of the semi-circular canal apparatus. ↗

— Robert Barany

#apparatus #been #canal #cases #deviation

هذه هي الاسئلة ذاتها التي تجول في رأي تيريزا منذ الصغر .ذلك لأن الاسئلة الهامة فعلا تلك التي يصوغها طفل . وحدها الاسئله الساذجة هي الاسئله الهامة فعلا . تلك الاسئله التي تبقي من دون جواب . ان سؤال من دون جواب حاجز لا طرقات بعده . وبطريقة اخري الاسئلة التي تبقي دون جواب هي التي تشير الي حدود الامكانات الانسانية ، وهي التي ترسم حدود وجودنا ↗

— ميلان كونديرا

#life

But there were certain moments in life that forever defined one as a person - in one's own estimation, anyway. And one's own self esteem, when all was said and done, was of far more importance than the fickle esteem of one's peers. ↗

— Mary Balogh

#peers #self-esteem #life

Life ends with a snap of small bones, a head cracked from its stem, and a spirit unmoored... ↗

— Sarah Kernochan

#jane-was-here #karma #paranormal #paranormal-fiction #paranormal-suspense

Then," Kristy continued,nodding at her,"life was very short,literally.But now that I'm better,it seems so long I have to squint to see even the edges of it. It's all in the view,Macy.That's what I mean about forever,too.For any one of us our forever could end in an hour,or a hundred years from now.You can never know for sure,so you'd better make every second count. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#life #love #life

Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing. ↗

— Truman Capote

#city #description #human #life #summer

There was a time when the Bengali language was an angry flood trying to break down her door. She would crawl into a closet and lock herself in, stuffing her ears to shut out those sounds. But a door was no defense against her parents' voices: it was in that language that they fought, and the sounds of their quarrels would always find ways of trickling in under the door and thorugh the cracks, the level rising until she thought she would drown in the flood...The accumulated resentsmnets of their life were always phrased in the language, so that for her its sound had come to represent the music of unhappiness. ↗

— Amitav Ghosh

#life

Small things were important. Secods were small things, and if you heaped enough of those on top of one another, they became a man's life. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#life