When you're abused like that, you know you've touched the stars.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Velvet Goldmine [movie]
Link to full quote: Quote #409 by Velvet Goldmine [movie].
Don't tell me
How to be
'Cause I like some suffering
Don't ask me
What I need
I'm just fine
Here finding
Me.Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Vertical HorizonSource:Finding Me
Link to full quote: Quote #154 from Finding Me by Vertical Horizon.
She was melancholy with an obscure sadness of which she did not herself know the secret. There breathed from her whole person the stupor of a life that was finished, and which had never had a beginning.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:29 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Victor HugoSource:Les Misérables
Link to full quote: Quote #1161 from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo.
The supreme happiness of life consists in the conviction that one is loved; loved for one's own sake -- let us say rather, loved in spite of one's self.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Victor HugoSource:Les Misérables
Link to full quote: Quote #360 from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo.
In unending storms, we search for space to breathe
How our hearts are worn - we've come so far
In this desert storm, how we blossom and we cease
Tell your story now, we have so much to know
Shine with all the untold, hold the light given unto you
Find the love to unfold in this broken world.Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:30 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Vienna TengSource:Shine
Link to full quote: Quote #1487 from Shine by Vienna Teng.
She turns out the light,
Anticipating night falling tenderly around her
And watches the dusk - the words won't come
She carries the act so convincingly
The fact is sometimes she believes it
That she can be happy the way things are,
Be happy with the things she's done .Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:30 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Vienna TengSource:The Tower
Link to full quote: Quote #1488 from The Tower by Vienna Teng.
And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
And a landscape of merry and desperate drought
Once I knew myself, and with knowing came love
I would know love again if I had faith enough
But too far is next spring and her jubilant shout
So angels, inside is the only way out.Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:29 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Vienna TengSource:Drought
Link to full quote: Quote #1116 from Drought by Vienna Teng.
Fear is the brightest of signs
The shape of the boundary you leave behind
So sing all your questions to sleep
The answers are out there in the drowning deep.Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:29 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Vienna TengSource:Harbour
Link to full quote: Quote #1117 from Harbour by Vienna Teng.
I wish they would only take me as I am.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Vincent Van Gogh
Link to full quote: Quote #153 from Dear Theo: Autobiography of Vincent Van Gogh by Vincent Van Gogh.
Death twitches my ear. 'Live,' he says, 'I am coming.'
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Virgil (Publius Vergilius Maro)Source:Minor Poems, Copa
Link to full quote: Quote #392 from Minor Poems, Copa by Virgil (Publius Vergilius Maro).
Often when I have been writing one of my so-called novels I have been baffled by this same problem; that is, how to describe what I call in my private shorthand--"non-being." Every day includes much more non-being than being. Yesterday for example, Tuesday the 18th of April, was [as] it happened a good day; above the average in "being." It was fine; I enjoyed writing these first pages; my head was relieved of the pressure of writing about Roger; I walked over Mount Misery and along the river; and save that the tide was out, the country, which I notice very closely always, was coloured and shared as I like--there were the willows, I remember, all plummy and soft green and purple against the blue. I also read Chaucer with pleasure; and began a book--the memoirs of Madame de la Fayette--which interested me. These separate moments of being were however embedded in many more moments of non-being. I have already forgotten what Leonard and I talked about at lunch; and at tea; although it was a good day the goodness was embedded in a kind of nondescript cotton wool. This is always so. A great part of every day is not lived consciously. One walks, eats, sees things, deals with what has to be done; the broken vacuum cleaner; ordering dinner; writing orders to Mabel; washing; cooking dinner; bookbinding. When it is a bad day the proportion of non-being is much larger. I had a slight temperature last week; almost the whole day was non-being. The real novelist can somehow convey both...
Submitted on Saturday, February 27, 2010 - 00:46 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Virginia WoolfSource:A Sketch of the Past
Link to full quote: Quote #2490 from A Sketch of the Past by Virginia Woolf.
About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.
Submitted on Wednesday, January 20, 2010 - 20:14 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Virginia WoolfSource:To The Lighthouse
Link to full quote: Quote #2450 from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf.
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.
Submitted on Tuesday, December 29, 2009 - 09:54 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Virginia WoolfSource:To The Lighthouse
Link to full quote: Quote #2433 from To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf.
In people’s eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jungle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.
Submitted on Friday, December 25, 2009 - 14:39 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Virginia WoolfSource:Mrs Dalloway
Link to full quote: Quote #2417 from Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf.
Now I will walk, as if I had an end in view, across the room, to the balcony under the awning. I see the sky, softly feathered with its sudden effulgence of moon. I also see the railings of the square, and two people without faces, leaning like statues against the sky. There is then a world immune from change. When I have passed through this drawing-room flickering with tongues that cut me like knives, making me stammer, making me lie, I find faces rid of features, robed in beauty. The lovers crouch under the plane tree. The policeman stands sentinel at the corner. A man passes. There is then a world immune from change. But I am not composed enough, standing tiptoe on the verge of fire, still scorched by the hot breath, afraid of the door opening and the leap of the tiger, to make even one sentence. What I say is perpetually contradicted. Each time the door opens I am interrupted. I am not yet twenty-one. I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far every time the door opens. The waves breaks. I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the rocks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room.
Submitted on Thursday, December 24, 2009 - 23:47 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Virginia WoolfSource:The Waves
Link to full quote: Quote #2403 from The Waves by Virginia Woolf.
