Quotes By Letter: G

“Oh doctor
We're dying
There's no use in crying
So live for tomorrow
And do what you have to.”

-Parade, Garbage

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“Sleeping with ghosts
It's such a lonely experience
The stars are out tonight
Only they can hear you breathing.”

-So Like A Rose, Garbage

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“Florentino Ariza wrote every night. Letter by letter, he had no mercy as he poisoned himself with the smoke from the palm oil lamps in the back room of the notions shop, and his letters became more discursive and more lunatic the more he tried to imitate his favorite poets from the Popular Library, which even at that time was approaching eighty volumes. His mother, who had urged him with so much fervor to enjoy his torment, became concerned for his health. 'You are going to wear out your brains,' she shouted at him from the bedroom when she heard the first roosters crow. 'No woman is worth all that.' She could not remember ever having known anyone in such a state of unbridled passion. But he paid no attention to her. Sometimes he went to the office without having slept, his hair in an uproar of love after leaving the letter in the prearranged hiding place so that Fermina Daza would find it on her way to school. She, on the other hand, under the watchful eye of her father and the vicious spying of the nuns, could barely manage to fill half a page from her notebook when she locked herself in the bathroom or pretended to take notes in class. But this was not only due to her limited time and the danger of being taken by surprise, it was also her nature that caused her letters to avoid emotional pitfalls and confine themselves to relating the events of her daily life in the utilitarian style of a ship's log. In reality they were distracted letters, intended to keep the coals alive without putting her hand in the fire, while Florentine Ariza burned himself alive with every line.”

-Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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“She wept for the first time since the afternooon of the disaster, without witnesses, which was the only way she wept. She wept for the death of her husband, for her solitude and rage, and when she went into the empty bedroom she wept for herself because she had rarely slept alone in that bed since the loss of her virginity. Everything that belonged to her husband made her weep again: his tasseled slippers, his pajamas under the pillow, the space of his absence in the dressing table mirror, his own odor on her skin. A vague thought made her shudder: 'The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.' She did not want anyone's help to get ready for bed, she did not want to eat anything before she went to sleep. Crushed by grief, she prayed to God to send her death that night while she slept, and with that hope she lay down, barefoot but fully dressed, and fell asleep on the spot. She slept without realizing it, but she knew in her sleep that she was still alive, and that she had half a bed to spare, that she was lying on her left side on the left-hand side of the bed as she always did, but that she missed the weight of the other body on the other side. Thinking as she slept, she thought that she would never again be able to sleep this way, and she began to sob in her sleep, and she slept, sobbing, without changing positions on her side of the bed, until long after the roosters crowed and she was awakened by the despised sun of the morning without him. Only then did she realize that she had slept along time without dying, sobbing in her sleep, and that while she slept, sobbing, she had thought more about Florentino Ariza than about her dead husband.”

-Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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“The creation continues incessantly through the media of man. But man does not create... he discovers. Those who look for the laws of nature as a support for their new works collaborate with the creator. Copiers do not collaborate because of this, originality consists in returning to the origin.”

-Antonio Gaudi

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“She's pretty, but in her face you can see all the things she's given up on in life.”

-I Wish Someone Were Waiting For Me Somewhere, Anna Gavalda

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“I make little distinction between those who commit evil and those who stand by and do nothing.”

-White Wolf, David Gemmell

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“You know what my number one fantasy used to be? I used to think about one day... just not telling anyone and going off to some random place. And I'd disappear... and they'd never see me again...”

-Ghost World [movie]

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“Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if i could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, and above.”

-Gia

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“You see, you scare the shit out of people, and that way they won't see how scared you are.”

-Gia

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“The sound of communal prayer - its growling honesty, its rhythm as relentless and essential as heartbeats - moves me with its direction and makes me believe that distance can be overcome. It is the only thing that offers me hope that where borders and wars and revolutions divide and scatter us, something singular and true unites us.”

-Sweetness In The Belly, Camilla Gibb

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“a life / our life / always together, forever /
drawing strength from one another / two beds, two heads, one mind / locked in / locked up / creating / stories / inventing life / you and me / you are me / I want to find a part of me / that doesn't belong to you / a poisoned mind / this is our game / virgins on the dole / tried a little witchcraft / trying to be invisible / someone is driving you insane. / it's me / stares and signals / my perception. your reception. clashing / you are me / you and me / you are me / a passing breeze across the sky / dreaming / separated / burning inside / this is our war / this is our life / who will give in / you or me / a division within and between / separated / only one should lose / I was missing from the world / you gave my life back to me / this is our life / this is our game / we once were two / we two made one / we no more two / through life be one.”

-Jennifer and June Gibbons

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“I am immune from sanity or insanity – I am an empty present box all unwrapped for someone else's disposal. I am a throw away egg-shell with no life inside me - for I am not touchable but a slave to nothingness.”

-Jennifer and June Gibbons

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“The deeper sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”

-Kahlil Gibran

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“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.”

-Kahlil Gibran

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“bruises on her knees from praying to forget
she's heard stories of vietnam vets
who can still feel the tingling of their amputated limbs
she's wondering how many women are walking around this world
feeling the tingling of their amputated wings
remembering what it was to fly to sing”

-Blue Blanket, Andrea Gibson

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“I wish I was a photograph
tucked into the corners of your wallet
I wish I was a photograph
you carried like a future in your pocket.”

-Photograph, Andrea Gibson

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“He'd been numb a long time, years. All his nights down Ninsei, his nights with Linda, numb in bed and numb at the cold sweating center of every drug deal. But now he'd found this warm thing, this chip of murder. Meat, some part of him said. It's the meat talking, ignore it.”

-Neuromancer, William Gibson

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“Can you understand being alone so long
you would go out into the middle of the night
and put a bucket into the well
so you could feel something down there
tug at the other end of the rope?”

-The Abandoned Valley, Jack Gilbert

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“Death is the only inescapable, unavoidable, sure thing. We are sentenced to die the day we're born.”

-Gary Mark Gilmore

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“Suicide is the ultimate fuck you.”

-Ginger Snaps [movie]

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“America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they
sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
was in 1935 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother
Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have
been a spy.
America you don't really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader's Digest. her wants our
auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.”

-America, Allen Ginsberg

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“What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?”

-Howl, Allen Ginsberg

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“last time I saw you was the hospital
pale skull protruding under ashen skin
blue veined unconscious girl
in an oxygen tent
the war in Spain has ended long ago
Aunt Rose.”

-To Aunt Rose, Allen Ginsberg

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“So much of what we live goes on inside-
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead.”

-Unsaid, Dana Gioia

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