Our whole world is nothing but a world of grief and misery, and its inhabitants are nothing but grieving and miserable people. The living beings on this earth are all destined for slaughter. The azure heaven and the round earth are no more than a great slaughter-yard, a great prison.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:K'ang Yu-Wei
Link to full quote: Quote #487 by K'ang Yu-Wei.
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.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Kahlil Gibran
Link to full quote: Quote #571 by Kahlil Gibran.
Life begins anew, it begins naked and small and comes from love; it takes root in the desert and all that we have done and built, all our cities and factories, all our great art, all our thoughts and all our philosophies, all this will not pass away. It's only we that have passed away. Our buildings and machines will fall to ruin, the systems and the names of the great will fall like leaves, but you, love, you flourish in the ruins sow the seeds of life in the wind. Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace, for mine eyes ... for mine eyes have seen Thy salvation ... seen salvation through love - and life will not perish!
Submitted on Sunday, April 19, 2009 - 21:42 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Karel CapekSource:R.U.R.
Link to full quote: Quote #2205 from R.U.R. by Karel Capek.
I may not be in control of anything else, but I am in control of my body.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:29 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Karen CarpenterSource:The Carpenters: The Untold Story
Link to full quote: Quote #727 from The Carpenters: The Untold Story by Karen Carpenter.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions...
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Karl MarxSource:Capital, Volume One
Link to full quote: Quote #94 from Capital, Volume One by Karl Marx.
There is only one effective antidote for mental suffering and that is physical pain.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Karl Marx
Link to full quote: Quote #95 from Karl Marx: A Life (Francis Wheen) quoting Karl Marx.
But when she was there beside the sea, absolutely alone, she cast the unpleasant, prickling garments from her, and for the first time in her life she stood naked in the open air, at the mercy of the sun, the breeze that beat upon her, and the waves that invited her.
How strange and awful it seemed to stand naked under the sky! How delicious! She felt like some newborn creature, opening it's eyes in a familiar world that it had never known.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:29 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Kate ChopinSource:The Awakening
Link to full quote: Quote #1020 from The Awakening by Kate Chopin.
Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul. The physical need for sleep began to overtake her; the exuberance which had sustained her and exalted her spirit left her helpless and yielding to the conditions which crowded her in.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:29 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Kate ChopinSource:The Awakening
Link to full quote: Quote #1021 from The Awakening by Kate Chopin.
The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:29 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Kate ChopinSource:The Awakening
Link to full quote: Quote #798 from The Awakening by Kate Chopin.
During depression the world disappears. Language itself. One has nothing to say. Nothing. No small talk, no anecdotes. Nothing can be risked on the board of talk. Because the inner voice is so urgent in its own discourse: How shall I live? How shall I manage the future? Why should I go on?
Submitted on Saturday, August 8, 2009 - 09:00 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Kate MillettSource:The Loony-Bin Trip
Link to full quote: Quote #2345 from The Loony-Bin Trip by Kate Millett.
On her way home she usually bought a slice of honey-cake at the baker's. It was her Sunday treat. Sometimes there was an almond in her slice, sometimes not. It made a great difference. If there was an almond it was like carrying home a tiny present--a surprise--something that might very well not have been there. She hurried on the almond Sundays and struck the match for the kettle in quite a dashing way.
But today she passed the baker's by, climbed the stairs, went into the little dark room--her room like a cupboard--and sat down on the red eiderdown. She sat there for a long time. The box that the fur came out of was on the bed. She unclasped the necklet quickly; quickly, without looking, laid it inside. But when she put the lid on she thought she heard something crying.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:30 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Katherine MansfieldSource:Miss Brill
Link to full quote: Quote #1591 from Miss Brill by Katherine Mansfield.
Pain like the night finds its darkest hour before dawn.
Submitted on Friday, October 9, 2009 - 11:35 — AnonymousWho Said It?:Kathleen Clark
Link to full quote: Quote #2373 by Kathleen Clark.
Even now I prowl through people's houses. Arriving for a party, I hang my coat in the closet and glance at the shelf above the pole, wondering: what's in those boxes? Upstairs to wash my hands and look in the medicine cabinet. Dental floss and Jolen cream bleach for facial hair. A prescription for tetracycline, one for antifungal ointment. Nothing shameful- no Valium, Xanax, or worse, Prozac. These people aren't anxious or depressed. They have sinus infections and athlete's foot. They don't spend the minutes between waking and showering reciting reasons not to kill themselves.
I suspect that people from unhappy families are always searching the cupboards and drawers of happy people. Sliding a hand between the neat stacks of towels in the linen closet, slipping a finger under the hinged lid of a jewel box, flipping furtively through the pages of a book. They are looking everywhere. As if, perhaps, out might fall a list, an outline, the formula for how they do it.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:30 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Kathryn HarrisonSource:Exposure
Link to full quote: Quote #1575 from Exposure by Kathryn Harrison.
Scars are stories, history written on the body.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Kathryn Harrison
Link to full quote: Quote #663 by Kathryn Harrison.
But as we were running and she was changing-- as if she was losing her physical form through the sheer speed of transformation-- develop, fix, varnish-- she rose above her circumstances -- Oxford, 1859, my rooms above the old library-- and became part of the ether-- and I rose out of mine. We were playing a higher game, above the confines of who we were-- no longer the pale stutterer, the stooped and dessicated Mr. Dodgson and a little girl with hair falling into her eyes-- but two beings changing and fluttering above the earth.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:30 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Katie RoipheSource:Still She Haunts Me
Link to full quote: Quote #1635 from Still She Haunts Me by Katie Roiphe.
