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  • #1
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “It takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

  • #2
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

  • #3
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a fool's paradise.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

  • #4
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “It's life that matters, nothing but life—the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself, at all.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

  • #5
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “It is clear to me now that, owing to my unbounded vanity and to the high standard I set for myself, I often looked at myself with furious discontent, which verged on loathing, and so I inwardly attributed the same feeling to everyone.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground

  • #6
    Milan Kundera
    “Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #7
    Marcel Proust
    “Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”
    Marcel Proust

  • #8
    Marcel Proust
    “My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.”
    Marcel Proust

  • #9
    Marcel Proust
    “In reality, every reader is, while reading, the reader of his own self.”
    Marcel Proust

  • #10
    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

  • #11
    Marcel Proust
    “Even in the most insignificant details of our daily life, none of us can be said to constitute a material whole, which is identical for everyone, and need only be turned up like a page in an account-book or the record of a will; our social personality is created by the thoughts of other people.”
    Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way

  • #12
    Marcel Proust
    “These dreams reminded me that, since I wished some day to become a writer, it was high time to decide what sort of books I was going to write. But as soon as I asked myself the question, and tried to discover some subject to which I could impart a philosophical significance of infinite value, my mind would stop like a clock, my consciousness would be faced with a blank, I would feel either that I was wholly devoid of talent or perhaps that some malady of the brain was hindering its development.”
    Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way

  • #13
    Marcel Proust
    “Even the simple act which we describe as 'seeing someone we know' is, to some extent, an intellectual process. We pack the physical outline of the creature we see with all the ideas we already formed about him, and in the complete picture of him which we compose in our minds those ideas have certainly the principal place. In the end they come to fill out so completely the curve of his cheeks, to follow so exactly the line of his nose, they blend so harmoniously in the sound of his voice that these seem to be no more than a transparent envelope, so that each time we see the face or hear the voice it is our own ideas of him which we recognize and to which we listen.”
    Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way

  • #14
    Oscar Wilde
    “I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #15
    Oscar Wilde
    “I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

  • #16
    Mark Twain
    “Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to reform (or pause and reflect).”
    Mark Twain

  • #17
    Marcel Proust
    “Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.”
    Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time
    tags: love

  • #18
    Marcel Proust
    “No doubt very few people understand the purely subjective nature of the phenomenon that we call love, or how it creates, so to speak, a supplementary person, distinct from the person whom the world knows by the same name, a person most of whose constituent elements are derived from ourselves.”
    Marcel Proust, Within a Budding Grove

  • #19
    Marcel Proust
    “Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner dark room, the door of which it is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.”
    Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

  • #20
    Marcel Proust
    “To achieve accurate knowledge of others, if such a thing were possible, we could only ever arrive at it through the slow and unsure recognition of our own initial optical inaccuracies. However, such knowledge is not possible: for, while our vision of others is being adjusted, they, who are not made of mere brute matter, are also changing; we think we have managed to see them more clearly, but they shift; and when we believe we have them fully in focus, it is merely our older images of them that we have clarified, but which are themselves already out of date.”
    Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

  • #21
    Marcel Proust
    “For, like desire, regret seeks not to be analysed but to be satisfied. When one begins to love, one spends one’s time, not in getting to know what one’s love really is, but in making it possible to meet next day. When one abandons love one seeks not to know one’s grief but to offer to her who is causing it that expression of it which seems to one the most moving. One says the things which one feels the need of saying, and which the other will not understand, one speaks for oneself alone. I wrote: 'I had thought that it would not be possible. Alas, I see now that it is not so difficult.' I said also: 'I shall probably not see you again;' I said it while I continued to avoid shewing a coldness which she might think affected, and the words, as I wrote them, made me weep because I felt that they expressed not what I should have liked to believe but what was probably going to happen.”
    Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

  • #22
    John Cowper Powys
    “To read great books does not mean one becomes ‘bookish’; it means that something of the terrible insight of Dostoyevsky, of the richly-charged imagination of Shakespeare, of the luminous wisdom of Goethe, actually passes into the personality of the reader; so that in contact with the chaos of ordinary life certain free and flowing outlines emerge, like the forms of some classic picture, endowing both people and things with a grandeur beyond what is visible to the superficial glance.”
    John Cowper Powys

  • #23
    Charles Bukowski
    “Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #24
    Donna Tartt
    “But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.”
    Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

  • #25
    Donna Tartt
    “Because I don’t care what anyone says or how often or winningly they say it: no one will ever, ever be able to persuade me that life is some awesome, rewarding treat. Because, here’s the truth: life is a catastrophe. The basic fact of existence – of walking around trying to feed ourselves and find friends and whatever else we do – is a catastrophe. Forget all this ridiculous ‘Our Town’ nonsense everyone talks: the miracle of a newborn babe, the joy of one simple blossom, Life You Are Too Wonderful To Grasp, &c. For me – and I’ll keep repeating it doggedly till I die, till I fall over on my ungrateful nihilistic face and am too weak to say it: better never born, than born into this cesspool. Sinkhole of hospital beds, coffins, and broken hearts. No release, no appeal, no “do-overs” to employ a favored phrase of Xandra’s, no way forward but age and loss, and no way out but death.”
    Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
    tags: life

  • #26
    Haruki Murakami
    “I guess I don't really understand you yet,' I said. 'I'm not all that smart. It takes me a while to understand things. But if I do have time, I will come to understand you -- better than anyone else in the world ever can.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #27
    Virginia Woolf
    “Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando



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