#si

Reality is partial to symmetry and slight anachronisms ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#life #similarities #life

The New or Future Eve is emptied of all inner life and turned into a shell. The bitter irony in this is that her perfection recalls nothing so much as a corpse. ↗

— Asti Hustvedt

#corpse #robot #simulacra #woman #life

Could a literary life be referred to with the iambic pentameter of, say, harnessing wind power, transplanting hearts or saving the whales. Or did it necessitate the sombre and monotonous dirge of software, priority banking or turbine building. ↗

— Anita Nair

#monotony #professions #significance #writing #life

Some people make tunes, but it is lines that run like moving messages through my head. Whatever else I am saying and doing often has no bearing on this inner, verbal life. ↗

— Susan Hill

#poetry #words #life

Delphine witnessed awful things occurring to other humans. Worse than that, she was powerless to alter their fate. It would be that way all her life--disasters, falling like chairs all around her, falling so close they disarranged her hair, but not touching her. ↗

— Louise Erdrich

#powerlessness #witnessing #life

To be a highflier and a name to conjure with, you must decide your dimension, plan your path, master the moment, focus on the future, determine your degree, push your persistence and lead your life. ↗

— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

#degree #determination #focus #future #ifeanyi

Being stigmatied by sex is being marked by its meaning in a human life of loneliness and imperfection, where some pain is indelible. ↗

— Andrea Dworkin

#misogyny #passion #sex #stigma #life

Often he had the impression that the person answering questions from the scratchy armchair was a dummy he was controlling, that this had been true throughout his life, and that his life had become so involved with operating the dummy that he, the ventriloquist, had ceased to have a personality, becoming just an arm stuffed up the puppet's back. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#life

For the author as for God, standing outwith his creation, all times are one; all times are now. In mine own country, we accept as due and right – as very meet, right, and our bounden duty – the downs and their orchids and butterflies, the woods and coppices, ash, beech, oak, and field maple, rowan, wild cherry, holly, and hazel, bluebells in their season and willow, alder, and poplar in the wetter ground. We accept as proper and unremarkable the badger and the squirrel, the roe deer and the rabbit, the fox and the pheasant, as the companions of our walks and days. We remark with pleasure, yet take as granted, the hedgerow and the garden, the riot of snowdrops, primroses, and cowslips, the bright flash of kingfishers, the dart of swallows and the peaceful homeliness of house martins, the soft nocturnal glimmer of glow worm and the silent nocturnal swoop of owl. ↗

— G.M.W. Wemyss

#country-life #countryside #village-life #life

Sit on the truth too long and you mash the life right out of it. ↗

— Margaret McMullan

#mississippi #young-adult-fiction #life