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  • #1
    Gordon W. Allport
    “It is here that we encounter the
    central theme of existentialism:
    to live is to suffer, to survive is to
    find meaning in the suffering. If
    there is a purpose in life at all,
    there must be a purpose in suffering and in dying. But no man can tell another what this purpose is. Each must find out for himself,
    and must accept the responsibility
    that his answer prescribes.”
    Gordon W. Allport

  • #2
    Viktor E. Frankl
    “...someone looks down on each of
    us in difficult hours—a friend, a wife, somebody alive or
    dead, or a God—and he would not expect us to disappoint
    him. He would hope to find us suffering proudly—not
    miserably—knowing how to die.”
    Viktor Frankl

  • #3
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “I took two little girls with me, my daughter, Nanny, and her best friend, Allison Mitchell. They had never been off Cape Cod before. When we saw a river, we had to stop so they could stand by it and think about it for a while. They had never seen water in that
    long and narrow, unsalted form before. The river was the Hudson. There were carp in
    there and we saw them. They were as big as atomic submarines.”
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #4
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #5
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #6
    Madeline Miller
    “But when I tried to speak them, I found I could not. His cheeks were flushed with shame, and the skin beneath his eyes was weary. His trust was a part of him, as much as his hands or his miraculous feet. And despite my hurt, I would not wish to see it gone, to see him as uneasy and fearful as the rest of us, for any price.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #7
    Madeline Miller
    “When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #8
    Madeline Miller
    “There are no bargains between lion and men. I will kill you and eat you raw.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #9
    Madeline Miller
    “I am made of memories.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #10
    Madeline Miller
    “They gave her to a mortal, trying to shackle the child's power. Dilute him with humanity, diminish him.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #11
    Mark Kurlansky
    “It is a sad fate for a people to be defined for posterity by their enemies.”
    Mark Kurlansky, Salt: A World History

  • #12
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.”
    Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

  • #13
    Toni Morrison
    “Nothing was out there that this sister-girl did not provide in abundance: a racing heart, dreaminess, society, danger, beauty. She swallowed twice to prepare for the telling, to construct out of the strings she had heard all her life a net to hold beloved.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #14
    Jim Collins
    “We are not imprisoned by our circumstances. We are not imprisoned by the luck we get or the inherent unfairness of life. We are not imprisoned by crushing setbacks, self-inflicted mistakes or our past success. We are not imprisoned by the time in which we live, by the number of hours in a day or even the number of hours we're granted in our very short lives. In the end, we can control only a tiny sliver of what happens to us. But even so, we are free to choose, free to become great by choice.”
    Jim Collins, Good To Great [Hardcover] and Stop Thinking, Start Living 2 Books Collection Set

  • #15
    Toni Morrison
    “Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #16
    Toni Morrison
    “She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #17
    Toni Morrison
    “There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the rocker. It's an inside kind--wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one's own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #18
    Toni Morrison
    “You are your best thing”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #19
    Toni Morrison
    “Me and you, we got more yesterday than anybody. We need some kind of tomorrow.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #20
    Toni Morrison
    “In five tries he had not had one permanent success. Every one of his escapes (from Sweet Home, from Brandywine, from Alfred, Georgia, from Wilmington, from Northpoint) had been frustrated. Alone, undisguised, with visible skin, memorable hair and no whiteman to protect him, he never stayed uncaught. The longest had been when he ran with
    the convicts, stayed with the Cherokee, followed their advice and lived in hiding with the weaver woman in Wilmington, Delaware: three years. And in all those escapes he could not help being astonished by the beauty of this land that was not his. He hid in its breast, fingered its earth for food, clung to its banks to lap water and tried not to love it. On nights when the sky was personal, weak with the weight of its own stars, he made himself not love it. Its graveyards and lowlying rivers. Or just a house---solitary under a chinaberry tree; maybe a mule tethered and the light hitting its hide just so. Anything could stir him and he tried hard not to love it.”
    Toni Morrison

  • #21
    Daniel Kahneman
    “The world in our heads is not a precise replica of reality; our expectations about the frequency of events are distorted by the prevalence and emotional intensity of the messages to which we are exposed.”
    Daniel Kahneman, Thinking, Fast and Slow

  • #22
    Aldous Huxley
    “But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
    Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

  • #23
    Aldous Huxley
    “The greatest care is taken to prevent you from loving anyone too much.”
    Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

  • #24
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “She showed a fierce insatiable curiosity
    for my past. She desired me to resuscitate all my loves so that she might make me insult them, and trample upon them, and revoke them apostately and totally, thus destroying my past.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
    tags: lolita

  • #25
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “[...] her autobiography was as devoid of interests as her autopsy would have been. I never saw a healthier woman than she, despite thinning diets.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #26
    Daniel Kahneman
    “What we learn from the past is to maximize the qualities of our future memories, not necessarily of our future experience. This is the tyranny of the remembering self.”
    Daniel Kahneman, Thinking, Fast and Slow

  • #27
    Daniel Kahneman
    “Odd as it may seem, I am my remembering self, and the experiencing self, who does my living, is like a stranger to me.”
    Daniel Kahneman, Thinking, Fast and Slow

  • #28
    Daniel Kahneman
    “Our comforting conviction that the world makes sense rests on a secure foundation: our almost unlimited ability to ignore our ignorance.”
    Daniel Kahneman, Thinking, Fast and Slow

  • #29
    Daniel Kahneman
    “The idea that the future is unpredictable is undermined every day by the ease with which the past is explained.”
    Daniel Kahneman, Thinking, Fast and Slow

  • #30
    Celeste Ng
    “To a parent, your child wasn't just a person: your child was a place, a kind of Narnia, a vast eternal place where the present you were living and the past you remembered and the future you longed for all at the same time. You could see it every time you looked at her: layered in her face was the baby she'd been and the child she'd become and the adult she would grow up to be, and you saw them all simultaneously, like a 3-D image. It made your head spin. It was a place you could take refuge, if you knew how to get in. And each time you left it, each time your child passed out of your sight, you feared you might never be able to return to that place again.”
    Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere



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