““…candied plums, figs, oranges, and apricots with fine gold leaf, and more gold was being smoothed onto sweet biscuits of fried dough cut into witty shapes and drenched in spiced syrup and rosewater.””
— Philip Kazan, “Appetite.”
Tag: quotation
“The name they gave you belongs to someone else, their invention of you; if you turn out not to be that person, you have to name yourself.”
— Chelsey Johnson, Stray City
Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.
Oscar Wilde
Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. By god do you learn.
C.S. Lewis
“If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next — if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions — you’d be doomed. You’d be as ruined as God. You’d be a stone. You’d never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You’d never love anyone, ever again. You’d never dare to.”
— Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin (via violentwavesofemotion)
We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.
Tennessee Williams, The milk train doesn’t stop here anymore
Life is a hell of a thing to happen to person.
David Rossi, Criminal Minds
The world of [bright, loud] colors is opposed to the world of values, and the ‘chic’ invariably implies the elimination of appearances in favor of being: black, white, grey — whatever registers zero on the color scale — is correspondingly paradigmatic of dignity, repression, and moral standing.
Jean Baudrillard
Quoted in McMansion, USA by Kate Wagner
They themselves mocked Africa, trading stories of absurdity, of stupidity, and they felt safe to mock, because it was a mockery born of longing, and of the heartbroken desire to see a place made whole again.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah
I have known the joy and pain of friendship. I have served and been served. I have made some good enemies for which I am not a bit sorry. I have loved unselfishly, and I have fondled hatred with the red-hot tongs of Hell. That’s living.
Zora Neale Hurston
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