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  • #1
    John Green
    “Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #2
    Voltaire
    “Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.”
    Voltaire

  • #3
    Julian Barnes
    “This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn't turn out to be like Literature.”
    Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

  • #4
    David Foster Wallace
    “Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.”
    David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

  • #5
    Dylan Thomas
    “Do not go gentle into that good night.
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
    Dylan Thomas, In Country Sleep, and Other Poems

  • #6
    Dylan Thomas
    “When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.”
    Dylan Thomas

  • #7
    Robert Frost
    “In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
    Robert Frost

  • #8
    Thomas Merton
    “The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image.”
    Thomas Merton, The Way of Chuang Tzu

  • #9
    Douglas Coupland
    “Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life's cruelest irony.”
    Douglas Coupland, Shampoo Planet

  • #10
    J.D. Salinger
    “What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #11
    J.D. Salinger
    “And I have one of those very loud, stupid laughs. I mean if I ever sat behind myself in a movie or something, I'd probably lean over and tell myself to please shut up.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #12
    J.D. Salinger
    “Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.”
    J.D. Salinger

  • #13
    J.D. Salinger
    “And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.”
    J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

  • #14
    J.D. Salinger
    “She was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they'd bore you or something. Jane was different. We'd get into a goddam movie or something, and right away we'd start holding hands, and we wouldn't quit till the movie was over. And without changing the position or making a big deal out of it. You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #15
    J.D. Salinger
    “Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #16
    Robert Frost
    “The Road Not Taken

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.”
    Robert Frost

  • #17
    Julian Barnes
    “How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others, but—mainly—to ourselves.”
    Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

  • #18
    Julian Barnes
    “I remember a period in late adolescence when my mind would make itself drunk with images of adventurousness. This is how it will be when I grow up. I shall go there, do this, discover that, love her, and then her and her and her. I shall live as people in novels live and have lived. Which ones I was not sure, only that passion and danger, ecstasy and despair (but then more ecstasy) would be in attendance. However...who said that thing about "the littleness of life that art exaggerates"? There was a moment in my late twenties when I admitted that my adventurousness had long since petered out. I would never do those things adolescence had dreamt about. Instead, I mowed my lawn, I took holidays, I had my life.

    But time...how time first grounds us and then confounds us. We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but we were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them. Time...give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical.”
    Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

  • #19
    Ayn Rand
    “Freedom (n.): To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing.”
    Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

  • #20
    J.D. Salinger
    “I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It’s disgusting.”
    J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

  • #21
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #22
    Sylvia Plath
    “If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #23
    Sylvia Plath
    “I guess I should have reacted the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn't get myself to react. I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #24
    Stephen Chbosky
    “And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #25
    Guillaume Apollinaire
    “How slow life is, how violent hope is.”
    Guillaume Apollinaire

  • #26
    Sigmund Freud
    “Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise.”
    Sigmund Freud

  • #27
    John Banville
    “The past beats inside me like a second heart.”
    John Banville, The Sea

  • #28
    Noël Coward
    “It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.”
    Noël Coward, Blithe Spirit

  • #29
    Betty  Smith
    “I need someone. I need to hold somebody close. And I need more than this holding. I need someone to understand how I feel at a time like now. And the understanding must be part of the holding.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #30
    Betty  Smith
    “Let me be something every minute of every hour of my life...And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn



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