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Post by doccreed on Jul 13, 2018 18:30:18 GMT
“What must it be, then, to bear the manifold tortures of hell forever? Forever! For all eternity! Not for a year or an age but forever. Try to imagine the awful meaning of this. You have often seen the sand on the seashore. How fine are its tiny grains! And how many of those tiny grains go to make up the small handful which a child grasps in its play. Now imagine a mountain of that sand, a million miles high, reaching from the earth to the farthest heavens, and a million miles broad, extending to remotest space, and a million miles in thickness, and imagine such an enormous mass of countless particles of sand multiplied as often as there are leaves in the forest, drops of water in the mighty ocean, feathers on birds, scales on fish, hairs on animals, atoms in the vast expanse of air. And imagine that at the end of every million years a little bird came to that mountain and carried away in its beak a tiny grain of that sand. How many millions upon millions of centuries would pass before that bird had carried away even a square foot of that mountain, how many eons upon eons of ages before it had carried away all. Yet at the end of that immense stretch time not even one instant of eternity could be said to have ended. At the end of all those billions and trillions of years eternity would have scarcely begun. And if that mountain rose again after it had been carried all away again grain by grain, and if it so rose and sank as many times as there are stars in the sky, atoms in the air, drops of water in the sea, leaves on the trees, feathers upon birds, scales upon fish, hairs upon animals – at the end of all those innumerable risings and sinkings of that immeasurably vast mountain not even one single instant of eternity could be said to have ended; even then, at the end of such a period, after that eon of time, the mere thought of which makes our very brains reel dizzily, eternity would have scarcely begun.”
-James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as A Young Man
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Post by doccreed on Jul 21, 2018 21:36:59 GMT
"If I wished to see a mountain or other scenery under the most favorable auspices, I would go to it in foul weather, so as to be there when it cleared up; we are then in the most suitable mood, and nature is most fresh and inspiring. There is no serenity so fair as that which is just established in a tearful eye."
Henry David Thoreau, The Maine Woods
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Post by morgan on Jul 21, 2018 21:40:04 GMT
"In the years since, I've discovered there's a lot to be said for boredom." -SK, Joyland
This reminded me of when I was young, maybe 10 years old or so. Made the mistake of telling my mom "I'm bored." I quickly found myself on my hands and knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor. I've never uttered that phrase since. 
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Post by doccreed on Jul 22, 2018 2:49:15 GMT
"In the years since, I've discovered there's a lot to be said for boredom." -SK, Joyland
This reminded me of when I was young, maybe 10 years old or so. Made the mistake of telling my mom "I'm bored." I quickly found myself on my hands and knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor. I've never uttered that phrase since. 
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Post by morgan on Jul 22, 2018 22:11:20 GMT
"And the difference between I have and I had was such a gulf."
-SK, The Outsider
This really hit me hard. I kept reading the sentence over and over again.
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Post by morgan on Jul 28, 2018 21:13:07 GMT
"When you're twenty-one, life is a roadmap. It's only when you get to be twenty-five or so that you begin to suspect you've been looking at the map upside down, and not until you're forty are you entirely sure. By the time you're sixty, take it from me, you're f*****g lost."
-SK, Joyland
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Post by doccreed on Aug 18, 2018 16:18:15 GMT
“Isn't that what everyone wants, just for a moment to be unencumbered?”
-Ann Patchett, Commonwealth
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Post by doccreed on Aug 25, 2018 21:46:45 GMT
"I have discovered that most people have no one to talk to, no one, that is, who really wants to listen.
If I did not talk to the theater owner or the ticket seller, I should be lost, cut loose metaphysically speaking. I should be seeing one copy of a film which might be shown anywhere and at anytime. There is a danger of slipping clean out of space and time. It is possible to become a ghost and not know whether one is in downtown Loews in Denver or suburban Bijou in Jacksonville. So it was with me."
-Walker Percy, The Moviegoer
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Post by doccreed on Sept 3, 2018 19:12:49 GMT
"Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."
-William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act 4 Scene 1
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Post by Klerekast on Sept 8, 2018 17:38:42 GMT
"...But what have we done with that love? That simple, almost shrewd love from Dom Thaddeus?
We have forgotten about it, and replaced it with forms in fivefold."
- Thea Beckman, Kruistocht in Spijkerbroek (Crusade in Jeans)
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Post by doccreed on Sept 8, 2018 17:59:06 GMT
"He was asleep- he was still dreaming- though his lips were moving. No one heard him; no one hears a writer who's writing in his sleep."
-John Irving, Avenue of Mysteries
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2018 0:07:21 GMT
“All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others”
-George Orwell, Animal Farm
“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and wary”
-Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven
“I ate his liver with some guava beans and a nice ammarone”
-Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs
“Go now, there are other worlds than these”
-Stephen King, The Gunslinger
Some of my favorites that aren’t comedic
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Post by doccreed on Oct 12, 2018 17:55:40 GMT
"Josie lay as still as an animal, and in panic thought of the future. . .the sharp day when she would come running out of the field holding the ragged stems of the quick-picked goldenrod and the warm flowers thrust out for a present for somebody. The future herself was bringing presents, the season of gifts. When would the day come when the wind would fall and they would sit in silence on the fountain rim, their play done, and the boys would crack the nuts under their heels? If they would bring the time around once more, she would lose nothing that was given, she would hoard the nuts like a squirrel.
"For the first time in her life she thought, might the same wonders never come again? Was each wonder original and alone like the falling star, and when it fell did it bury itself beyond where you hunted it? Should she hope to see it snow twice, and the teacher running again to open the window, to hold out her black cape to catch it as it came down, and then going up and down the room quickly, quickly, to show them the snowflakes?"
-Eudora Welty, "The Winds"
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Post by neesy on Oct 16, 2018 16:32:12 GMT
"Your crazy is starting to show," Wally said, keeping his voice calm. "You might want to tuck it back in."
"If there is one thing that I've learned, it's that as you get older, life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the more essential it is not to waste a single bit of it."
from a book called Dead in the Water by Denise Swanson
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2019 13:44:41 GMT
"You'd better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace, it's unpleasantly like being drunk".
"What's so unpleasant about being drunk?"
"You ask a glass of water".
Douglas Adams - The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy
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Post by prufrock21 on Aug 25, 2019 22:32:37 GMT
"Humankind cannot bear very much reality.”
― T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets
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Post by spideyman on Aug 26, 2019 0:09:29 GMT
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Post by doccreed on Oct 7, 2019 1:29:05 GMT
"In England Have My Bones White wrote one of the saddest sentences I have ever read: 'Falling in love is a desolating experience, but not when it is with a countryside.' He could not imagine a human love returned. He had to displace his desires onto the landscape, that great, blank green field that cannot love you back, but cannot hurt you either. When, on their final meeting, he confessed to the writer David Garnett that he was a sadist, Garnett blamed White's early emotional maltreatment and years of flogging at school. 'He was an extremely tender-hearted and sensitive man,' Garnett wrote, 'who had found himself always in the dilemma of either being sincere and cruel, or false and unnatural. Whichever line he followed, he revolted the object of his love and disgusted himself.' "
-Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk
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Post by wolf on Dec 14, 2019 14:52:15 GMT
"Your crazy is starting to show," Wally said, keeping his voice calm. "You might want to tuck it back in."
"If there is one thing that I've learned, it's that as you get older, life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the more essential it is not to waste a single bit of it."
from a book called Dead in the Water by Denise Swanson
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Post by wolf on Dec 14, 2019 14:55:48 GMT
“All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others” -George Orwell, Animal Farm “Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and wary” -Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven “I ate his liver with some guava beans and a nice ammarone” -Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs “Go now, there are other worlds than these” -Stephen King, The Gunslinger Some of my favorites that aren’t comedic Nice selection panda |
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