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It is always possible to bind together a considerable number of people in love, so long as there are other people left over to receive manifestations of their aggressiveness.
Sigmund Freud, Civilization and Its Discontents -
Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.William Shakespeare, Macbeth -
Books ain’t no good. A guy needs somebody – to be near him. A guy goes nuts if he ain’t got nobody.
John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men -
You think because he doesn’t love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesn’t want you anymore that he is right — that his judgement and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Don’t. It’s a bad word, ‘belong.’ Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn’t be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can’t even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, beacuse the clouds let him; they don’t wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. You can’t own a human being. You can’t lose what you don’t own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don’t, do you? And neither does he. You’re turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can’t value you more than you value yourself.
Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon -
A person never discovers who he is. Only what he might have been and what he failed to do.
Martha Cooley, The Archivist -
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
Jack Keroac, On the Road -
Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own -
Certain things they should stay they way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone. I know that’s impossible, but its too bad anyways.
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye -
I’m tired of facts, I’m tired of speculations, I want to be consumed by unreason. I want to be swept along. Right now, I don’t care what goes on under her blanket. I want to be covered with unspecific kisses. I want my pamphlets praised. Why is my work so lonely?
Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers -
Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
QUOTIDIAN \kwō-ˈti-dē-ən\ : occurring every day
QUOTE \kwōt-ˈt\: a passage referred to, repeated, or adduced
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