The joy came from finding at last what hatred was made for. As a boy with an axe rejoices on finding a tree, or a boy with a box of coloured chalks rejoices on finding a pile of perfectly white paper, so he rejoiced in the perfect congruity between his emotion and its object. Bleeding and trembling with weariness as he was, he felt that nothing was beyond his power, and when he flung himself upon the living Death, the eternal Surd in the universal mathematic, he was astonished, and yet (on a deeper level) not astonished at all, at his own strength. His arms seemed to move quicker than his thought. His hands taught him terrible things. He felt its ribs break, he heard its jaw-bone crack. The whole creature seemed to be crackling and splitting under his blows. His own pains, where it tore him, somehow failed to matter. He felt that he could so fight, so hate with a perfect hatred, for a whole year.
Submitted on Saturday, February 27, 2010 - 00:15 — GabrielleWho Said It?:C.S. LewisSource:Perelandra
Link to full quote: Quote #2489 from Perelandra by C.S. Lewis.
..It's the educated reader who can be gulled. All our difficulty comes with the others. When did you meet a workman who believes the papers? He takes it for granted that they're all propaganda and skips the leading articles. He buys his paper for the football results and the little paragraphs about girls falling out of windows and corpses found in Mayfair flats. He is our problem. We have to recondition him. But the educated public, the people who read the highbrow weeklies, they don't need reconditioning. They're all right already. They'll believe anything.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:30 — GabrielleWho Said It?:C.S. LewisSource:That Hideous Strength
Link to full quote: Quote #1994 from That Hideous Strength by C.S. Lewis.
...we escape the struggles and responsibilities of actual life by residing in one that doesn't yet exist.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:29 — GabrielleWho Said It?:C.S. LewisSource:The Screwtape Letters
Link to full quote: Quote #1242 from The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis.
It is funny how mortals always picture us [devils] as putting things into their minds: in reality our best work is done by keeping things out.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:29 — GabrielleWho Said It?:C.S. LewisSource:The Screwtape Letters
Link to full quote: Quote #1204 from The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis.
She's the sort of woman who lives for others - you can always tell the others by their hunted expression.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:29 — GabrielleWho Said It?:C.S. LewisSource:The Screwtape Letters
Link to full quote: Quote #1170 from The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis.
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.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:30 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Camilla GibbSource:Sweetness In The Belly
Link to full quote: Quote #1833 from Sweetness In The Belly by Camilla Gibb.
Nobody can fall so low unless he has a great depth. If such a thing can happen to a man, it challenges his best and highest on the other side; that is to say, this depth corresponds to a potential height, and the blackest darkness to a hidden light.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:30 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Carl Jung
Link to full quote: Quote #1511 by Carl Jung.
A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has not overcome them.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Carl JungSource:Memories, Dreams, Reflections
Link to full quote: Quote #568 from Memories, Dreams, Reflections by Carl Jung.
We cannot change anything until we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate; it oppresses.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Carl Jung
Link to full quote: Quote #78 from Psychology and Religion: West and East (The Collected Works of C. G. Jung, Volume 11) by Carl Jung.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Carl SandburgSource:Good Morning, America
Link to full quote: Quote #385 from Good Morning, America by Carl Sandburg.
Sometimes we think people are like lottery tickets, that they're there to make our most absurd dreams come true.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:30 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Carlos Ruiz ZafónSource:Shadow Of The Wind
Link to full quote: Quote #1878 from Shadow Of The Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón.
Her ghost meets me when I open the book from home. It is her copy of Death in Venice, the one she read in high school, in the years before I knew her. It is stained with suntan oil. She must have read it on a beach somewhere and imagined that water city.
I leaf through it. She writes 'important' in the margin next to Aschenbach's musings on the artist. 'Who shall unriddle the puzzle of the artist's nature? Who understands that mingling of discipline and license in it is so deeply rooted?'
She scrawls 'important' again on page twelve. She puts a question mark next to the word puerile, which she has circled. It is coupled with sensuality, underlined.
Puerile means childishly silly, Lola. It means juvenile.
Also there's a question mark next to 'very much he feared being ridiculous.' For what to this teenager could seem ridiculous in Aschenbach's delirious quest for beauty in a dying city?
'Solitude gives birth to the original in us,' I read, 'to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.'
I am toute seule. And I am afraid.
'The trip will be short and he wished it might last forever.'
I picture her as a girl on a beach reading Death in Venice and taking notes, underlining, making comments in the margin. And one day I will love her.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:29 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Carole Maso
Link to full quote: Quote #1400 from The American Woman in the Chinese Hat by Carole Maso.
The fear of an unknown never resolves, because the unknown expands infinitely outward, leaving you to cling pitifully to any small shelter of the known: a cracker has twelve calories; the skin, when cut, bleeds.
Submitted on Saturday, October 10, 2009 - 06:45 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Caroline KettlewellSource:Skin Game: A Memoir
Link to full quote: Quote #2378 from Skin Game: A Memoir by Caroline Kettlewell.
My friend said to me with his eyes: say nothing. The colonel returned with a sack used to bring groceries home. He spilled many human ears on the table. They were like dried peach halves. There is no other way to say this. He took one of them in his hands, shook it in our faces, dropped it into a water glass. It came alive there. I am tired of fooling around he said. As for the rights of anyone, tell your people they can go fuck themselves. He swept the ears to the floor with his arm and held the last of his wine in the air. Something for your poetry, no? he said. Some of the ears on the floor caught this scrap of his voice. Some of the ears on the floor were pressed to the ground.
Submitted on Wednesday, September 30, 2009 - 23:55 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Carolyn ForchéSource:The Country Between Us
Link to full quote: Quote #2360 from The Country Between Us by Carolyn Forché.
What's it like, Lexy? You wake up and you feel - what? Heaviness, an ache inside, a weight, yes. A soft crumpling of the flesh. A feeling like all the surfaces iniside you have been rubbed raw. A voice in your head - no, not voices, not like hearing voices, nothing that crazy, just your own inner voice, the one that says 'Turn left at the corner' or 'Don't forget to stop at the post office,' only now it's saying, 'I hate myself.' It's saying, 'I want to die.'
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:29 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Carolyn ParkhurstSource:The Dogs of Babel
Link to full quote: Quote #1317 from The Dogs of Babel by Carolyn Parkhurst.
