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  • #1
    Albert Einstein
    “A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
    Albert Einstein

  • #2
    Scott Dikkers
    “Statistically speaking, there is a 65 percent chance that the love of your life is having an affair. Be very suspicious.”
    Scott Dikkers, You Are Worthless: Depressing Nuggets of Wisdom Sure to Ruin Your Day

  • #3
    W. Somerset Maugham
    “How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.”
    W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil

  • #4
    Helen Fielding
    “Why, when people are leaving their partners because they're having an affair with someone else, do they think it will seem better to pretend there is no one else involved? Do they think it will be less hurtful for their partners to think they just walked out because they couldn't stand them any more and then had the good fortune to meet some tall Omar Sharif-figure with a gentleman's handbag two weeks afterwards while the ex-partner is spending his evenings bursting into tears at the sight of the toothbrush mug? It's like those people who invent a lie as an excuse rather than the truth, even when the truth is better than the lie.”
    Helen Fielding, Bridget Jones’s Diary
    tags: lies, love

  • #5
    Stefan Zweig
    “She was at that crucial age when a women begins to regret having stayed faithful to a husband she never really loved, when the glowing sunset colors of her beauty offer her one last, urgent choice between maternal and feminine love. At such a moment a life that seemed to have chosen its course long ago is questioned once again, for the last time the magic compass needle of the will hovers between final resignation and the hope of erotic experience.”
    Stefan Zweig, The Burning Secret and other stories

  • #6
    Ellen Bass
    “to love life, to love it even
    when you have no stomach for it
    and everything you've held dear
    crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
    your throat filled with the silt of it.
    When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
    thickening the air, heavy as water
    more fit for gills than lungs;
    when grief weights you like your own flesh
    only more of it, an obesity of grief,
    you think, How can a body withstand this?
    Then you hold life like a face
    between your palms, a plain face,
    no charming smile, no violet eyes,
    and you say, yes, I will take you
    I will love you, again.”
    Ellen Bass

  • #7
    Jeanette Winterson
    “When my husband had an affair with someone else I watched his eyes glaze over when we ate dinner together and I heard him singing to himself without me, and when he tended the garden it was not for me.

    He was courteous and polite; he enjoyed being at home, but in the fantasy of his home I was not the one who sat opposite him and laughed at his jokes. He didn't want to change anything; he liked his life. The only thing he wanted to change was me.

    It would have been better if he had hated me, or if he had abused me, or if he had packed his new suitcases and left.

    As it was he continued to put his arm round me and talk about being a new wall to replace the rotten fence that divided our garden from his vegetable patch. I knew he would never leave our house. He had worked for it.

    Day by day I felt myself disappearing. For my husband I was no longer a reality, I was one of the things around him. I was the fence which needed to be replaced. I watched myself in the mirror and saw that I was mo longer vivid and exciting. I was worn and gray like an old sweater you can't throw out but won't put on.

    He admitted he was in love with her, but he said he loved me.

    Translated, that means, I want everything. Translated, that means, I don't want to hurt you yet. Translated, that means, I don't know what to do, give me time.

    Why, why should I give you time? What time are you giving me? I am in a cell waiting to be called for execution.

    I loved him and I was in love with him. I didn't use language to make a war-zone of my heart.

    'You're so simple and good,' he said, brushing the hair from my face.

    He meant, Your emotions are not complex like mine. My dilemma is poetic.

    But there was no dilemma. He no longer wanted me, but he wanted our life

    Eventually, when he had been away with her for a few days and returned restless and conciliatory, I decided not to wait in my cell any longer. I went to where he was sleeping in another room and I asked him to leave. Very patiently he asked me to remember that the house was his home, that he couldn't be expected to make himself homeless because he was in love.

    'Medea did,' I said, 'and Romeo and Juliet and Cressida, and Ruth in the Bible.'

    He asked me to shut up. He wasn't a hero.

    'Then why should I be a heroine?'

    He didn't answer, he plucked at the blanket.

    I considered my choices.

    I could stay and be unhappy and humiliated.

    I could leave and be unhappy and dignified.

    I could Beg him to touch me again.

    I could live in hope and die of bitterness.

    I took some things and left. It wasn't easy, it was my home too.

    I hear he's replaced the back fence.”
    Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry
    tags: love

  • #8
    Sharon Shinn
    “If love makes you sad, you acquire a little depth, a little compassion. If it makes you happy, you learn how to be joyous. Every relationship should color your soul to a certain degree, don't you think? Every friendship, every love affair - each one should build up the chambers of your heart the way a sea creature builds the chamber of his shell.”
    Sharon Shinn, Jovah's Angel

  • #9
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “He spent the next weeks blocking scenes of the bureaucrat fucking his wife. On the floor with cooking ingredients. Standing, with socks still on. In the grass of the yard of their new and immense house. He imagined her making noises she never made for him and feeling pleasures he could never provide because the bureaucrat was a man, and he was not a man. Does she suck his penis? he wondered. I know this is a silly thought, a thought that will only bring me pain, but I can't free myself of it. And when she sucks his penis, because she must, what is he doing? Is he pulling her hair back to watch? Is he touching her chest? Is he thinking of someone else? I'll kill him if he is.
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

  • #10
    Mary Woronov
    “All of this is not just a battle plan, it's a vacation too. For instance: you don't like the life you are living? Escape into another world by taking a lover. Men can't do this. When they take on a woman she becomes part of their life, but a woman gets to change lives with every man she sleeps with. In fact men are like magic flying carpets; you can visit different lands, become rich or poor without working, become religious by marrying a priest, become a cowboy by having an affair in Texas, join the political game by blowing the President, and tomorrow get high with a pop star. Society is a wonderful thing if you're a woman, you really can go anywhere so long as a man's first priority is to get laid, and that will never change.”
    Mary Woronov

  • #11
    Lisa Kleypas
    “I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.”
    Lisa Kleypas, Blue-Eyed Devil

  • #12
    Nicholas Sparks
    “If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.”
    Nicholas Sparks

  • #13
    Stephanie Perkins
    “For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”
    Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss

  • #14
    Andrew  Boyd
    “We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: it's got to be the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”

    I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.”
    Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe

  • #15
    Laurell K. Hamilton
    “I will love you always. When this red hair is white, I will still love you. When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age, I will still want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled, of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes, when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face,I will treasure you all the more, because I was there to see it all. I will share your life with you, Meredith, and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.”
    Laurell K. Hamilton, A Lick of Frost

  • #16
    Jarod Kintz
    “I like my relationships like I like my eggs. Over easy.”
    Jarod Kintz, It Occurred to Me

  • #17
    Stephanie Klein
    “What we wait around a lifetime for with one person, we can find in a moment with someone else.”
    Stephanie Klein, Straight Up and Dirty

  • #18
    Elizabeth Gilbert
    “I was suffering the easily foreseeable consequences. Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story. It all begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heady, hallucinogenic dose of something you never dared to admit you wanted-an emotional speedball, perhaps, of thunderous love and roiling excitement. Soon you start craving that intense attention, with a hungry obsession of any junkie. When the drug is witheld, you promptly turn sick, crazy, and depleted (not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but now refuses to pony up the good stuff anymore-- despite the fact that you know he has it hidden somewhere, goddamn it, because he used to give it to you for free). Next stage finds you skinny and shaking in a corner, certain only that you would sell your soul or rob your neighbors just to have 'that thing' even one more time. Meanwhile, the object of your adoration has now become repulsed by you. He looks at you like you're someone he's never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. The irony is,you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You're a pathetic mess,unrecognizable even to your own eyes. So that's it. You have now reached infatuation's final destination-- the complete and merciless devaluation of self." - pg 20-21”
    Elizabeth Gilbert

  • #19
    Elizabeth Gilbert
    “You can measure the happiness of a marriage by the number of scars that each partner carries on their tongues, earned from years of biting back angry words.”
    Elizabeth Gilbert, Committed: A Skeptic Makes Peace with Marriage

  • #20
    Michael Ondaatje
    “We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

    I wish for all this to be marked on by body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography - to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience.”
    Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

  • #21
    C. JoyBell C.
    “Lots of things can be fixed. Things can be fixed. But many times, relationships between people cannot be fixed, because they should not be fixed. You're aboard a ship setting sail, and the other person has joined the inland circus, or is boarding a different ship, and you just can't be with each other anymore. Because you shouldn't be.”
    C. JoyBell C.

  • #22
    Jodi Picoult
    “Someone real," I hear myself saying. "Someone who never has to pretend, and who I never have to pretend around. Someone who's smart, but knows how to laugh at himself. Someone who would listen to a symphony and start to cry, because he understands music can be too big for words. Someone who knows me better than I know myself. Someone I want to talk to first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Someone I feel like I've known my whole life, even if I haven't.”
    Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home

  • #23
    Steve Maraboli
    “Perfectly Imperfect

    We have all heard that no two snowflakes are alike. Each snowflake takes the perfect form for the maximum efficiency and effectiveness for its journey. And while the universal force of gravity gives them a shared destination, the expansive space in the air gives each snowflake the opportunity to take their own path. They are on the same journey, but each takes a different path.
    Along this gravity-driven journey, some snowflakes collide and damage each other, some collide and join together, some are influenced by wind... there are so many transitions and changes that take place along the journey of the snowflake. But, no matter what the transition, the snowflake always finds itself perfectly shaped for its journey.
    I find parallels in nature to be a beautiful reflection of grand orchestration. One of these parallels is of snowflakes and us. We, too, are all headed in the same direction. We are being driven by a universal force to the same destination. We are all individuals taking different journeys and along our journey, we sometimes bump into each other, we cross paths, we become altered... we take different physical forms. But at all times we too are 100% perfectly imperfect. At every given moment we are absolutely perfect for what is required for our journey. I’m not perfect for your journey and you’re not perfect for my journey, but I’m perfect for my journey and you’re perfect for your journey. We’re heading to the same place, we’re taking different routes, but we’re both exactly perfect the way we are.
    Think of what understanding this great orchestration could mean for relationships. Imagine interacting with others knowing that they too each share this parallel with the snowflake. Like you, they are headed to the same place and no matter what they may appear like to you, they have taken the perfect form for their journey. How strong our relationships would be if we could see and respect that we are all perfectly imperfect for our journey.”
    Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

  • #24
    Haruki Murakami
    “So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the
    loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us - that's
    snatched right out of our hands - even if we are left completely
    changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to
    play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the
    end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off
    behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday.
    Leaving behind a feeling of insurmountable emptiness...
    Maybe, in some distant place, everything is already, quietly, lost.
    Or at least there exists a silent place where everything can
    disappear, melting together in a single, overlapping figure. And as
    we live our lives we discover - drawing toward us the thin threads
    attached to each - what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to
    bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them
    closer, holding on to them. Knowing all the while that their lives
    are fleeting.”
    Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

  • #25
    Saul Williams
    “Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world's greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding”
    Saul Williams, , said the shotgun to the head.

  • #26
    I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control
    “I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #27
    “He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much;
    Who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children;
    Who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;
    Who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty or failed to express it;
    Who has left the world better than he found it,
    Whether an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul;
    Who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had;
    Whose life was an inspiration;
    Whose memory a benediction.”
    Bessie Anderson Stanley, More Heart Throbs Volume Two in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People And by them contributed as a Supplement to the original $10,000 Prize Book HEART THROBS

  • #29
    Alan             Moore
    “My experience of life is that it is not divided up into genres; it’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you're lucky.”
    Alan Moore

  • #30
    Audrey Niffenegger
    “Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?”
    Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife

  • #31
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”
    Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967



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