To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts.
Complete Quote...Submitted on Fri, 2010-03-05 07:24 — Gabrielle
It just seems like, you agree to have a certain personality or something. For no reason. Just to make things easier for everyone. But when you think about it, I mean, how do you know it's even you?
Complete Quote...Submitted on Fri, 2010-02-26 10:39 — burgundybabe
The emptiness of man, though it resembles
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fullness, and seems all of a piece, actually
is made of nothings, bits of emptinessSubmitted on Wed, 2010-01-20 22:46 — Gabrielle
And his fame lasts how long? It is permissible even for a dying hero to think before he dies how men will speak of him hereafter. His fame lasts perhaps two thousand years. And what are two thousand years? (asked Mr. Ramsay ironically, staring at the hedge). What, indeed, if you look from a mountain top down the long wastes of the ages? The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.
Complete Quote...Submitted on Tue, 2009-12-29 08:54 — Gabrielle
. . . if you train a dog to eat potatoes and then afterwards put a piece of meat in front of him, he'll snap at it, it's his nature. And if you give a man a little bit of authority he behaves just the same way, he snaps at it too. The things are precisely the same. In himself man is essentially a beast, only he butters it over like a slice of bread with a little decorum.
Complete Quote...Submitted on Fri, 2009-12-25 00:49 — Gabrielle
He is as antisocial as a flea. Clearly, such people are undesirable, and a society in which they can flourish has something wrong with it.
Complete Quote...Submitted on Fri, 2009-10-09 08:58 — Gabrielle
She looked up as the train passed, and I was almost near enough to catch her eye. She had a round, pale face, the usual exhausted face of the slum girl who is twenty-five and looks forty, thanks to miscarriages and drudgery; and it wore, for the second I saw it, the most desolate, hopeless expression I have ever seen. It struck me then that we are mistaken when we say that 'It isn't the same for them as it would be for us', and that people bred in the slums can imagine nothing but the slums. For what I saw in her face was not the ignorant suffering of an animal. She knew well enough what was happening to her - understood as well as I did how dreadful a destiny it was to be kneeling there in the bitter cold, on the slimy stones of a slum backyard, poking a stick up a foul drain-pipe.
Complete Quote...Submitted on Wed, 2009-09-30 23:58 — Gabrielle
Youth is like having a big plate of candy. Sentimentalists think they want to be in the pure, simple state they were in before they ate the candy. They don't. They just want the fun of eating it all over again. The matron doesn't want to repeat her girlhood – she wants to repeat her honeymoon. I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
Complete Quote...Submitted on Wed, 2009-09-30 23:04 — Gabrielle
Where else? I belong to a lost generation and am comfortable only in the company of others who are lost and lonely.
Complete Quote...Submitted on Tue, 2009-09-22 19:33 — Gabrielle
the flesh covers the bone
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and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.Submitted on Fri, 2009-08-07 19:10 — Gabrielle