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And, while expressing gratitude seems innocent enough, it is a revolutionary idea. In a consumer society, contentment is a radical proposition. Recognizing abundance rather than scarcity undermines an economy that thrives by creating unmet desires. Gratitude cultivates an ethic of fullness, but the economy needs emptiness... That's good medicine for land and people alike. (111) ♡

I imagine what it must be like to stay hidden, / dissappear in the dusky nothing and stay still in the night. It's not / sadness, though it may sound like it. I'm thinking about people / and trees and how I wish I could be silent more, be more tree than / anything else, less clumsy and loud, less crow, more cool white pine, / and how it's hard not to always want something else, not just to let / the savage grass grow

now that they're not talking about sex all the time i find their relationship actually interesting lol

"What passes for cookery in England is an abomination (they agreed)." LOL she's funny

"You don't know yet that loneliness grows you a heart / luminous as a luna moth, velvet, pea green. That all those days / eating lunch in the bathroom will turn into poems. Days spent in / the stands or the understudy. All your intricate losses, your / wrong nose and terror of locker rooms. These too will become / metaphors." what happened to hello how are you

"She could see it all so clearly, so commandingly, when she looked: it was when she took her brush in hand that the whole thing changes. It was in that moment's flight between the picture and her canvas that the demons set on her who often brought her to the verge of tears and made this passage from conception to work as dreadful as any down a dark passage for a child."
this is exactly what painting feels like lol

my currently reading is an actual warzone rn lolol

"Words cast spells. You should know this as a writer. That's why it's called spelling, Labas."

"have you stood, / staring out over the swamps, the swirling rivers / where the birds like tossing fires / flash through the trees, their bodies / exchanging a certain happiness / in the sleek, amazing / humdrum of nature's design -- / blood's heaven, spirit's haven, to which / you cannot belong?"

ughh I wish I could retain information better because I love learning and ik I'm not gonna remember everything I want to from this book 😣

lowkey this is how Hemmingway thinks he writes lol

"There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature."

Reminds me of my cousins ♡ love them to death

"It's embarrassingly plain how inadequate language is. A town on the northern coast of France? Love? Nothing will be healed in this kitchen. Some griefs can never be put right."

MAKE IT STOP!!

i'm literally crying so hard rn i cannot breathe anthony watch out im going to GET YOU FOR THIS 😭

"Werner is listening to the repaired transceiver, feathering the tuning knob back and forth, when a girl's voice says directly into his good ear: At three in the morning I was awakened by a violent blow ... He is here. He is right here below me. Do something. Save her."

im at the point where this novel becomes a thriller and i cannot sit still while reading. I AM STRESSED OUT BUT I HAVE READ THIS ALL BEFORE!!

"Of course it matters. I want to be an engineer. And you want to study birds. Be like that American painter in the swamps. Why else do any of this if not to become who we want to be?"
A stillness in the room...
"Your problem, Werner," says Frederick, "is that you still believe you own your life."

Yeah so i'm gonna throw up

"..every part of him wants to scream: is this not wrong? But here it is right... Frederick can walk for hours in the woods, can identify warbler fifty yards away simply by hearing their song. Frederick hardly ever thinks of himself. Frederick is stronger than he is in every imaginable way. Werner opens his mouth but closes it again; he drowns; he shuts his eyes, his mind."
UGH JUST KILL MEEE

"You know what I used to listen to? On our radio? Before you ruined it?"
"Hush, Jutta. Please."
"Broadcasts from Paris. They'd say the opposite of everything Deutschlandsender says. They'd say we were devils. That we were committing atrocities. Do you know what atrocities means?"
"Please, Jutta."
"Is it right," Jutta says, "to do something only because everyone else is doing it?"
ugh okay ruin me

"Space, time, mass. The air swarms with so much that is invisible! How he wishes he had eyes to see the ultraviolet, eyes to see the infrared, eyes to see radio waves crowding the darkening sky, flashing through the walls of the house."

Werner is so cute and real man I hope nothing bad happens to him..

"You face is leaking."
"Human thing. Don't worry about it."
AWWW I'M GONNA CRY

nooo rocky 😭 he's so cute. I feel bad for him. You're not alone anymore!! omg

shit is bonkers

shit is bonkers

"...There's merit in that, given the complex layered interactions, but no excuse. Let's remember that the "system" is led by individuals, by a relatively small number of people, who have names, with more money than God and certainly less compassion... They know the science, they know the consequences, but they proceed with ecocidal business as usual and do it anyway."
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"This ritualized redistribution of wealth was banned by colonial governments under the influence of missionaries in the 1800s. Potlatches were seen as contrary to "the civilized values of accumulation" and undermined the notions of individual property and advancement essential to assimilation to the colonial agenda."

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"Recognizing "enoughness" is a radical act in an economy that is always urging us to consume more. Data tell the story that there are "enough" food calories on the planet for all 8 billion of us to be nourished. And yet people are starving. Imagine the outcome if we each took only enough, rather than far more than our share."

"Dear Bear, it's no use, the world is like that. So stay where you are, and live long. Someday maybe we'll wise up and remember what you were: hopeless ambassador of a world that returns now only in poets' dreams."

"There is a notion that creative people are absentminded, reckless, heedless of social customs and obligations. It is, hopefully, true."

"Quiet, by its nature, slips away unnoticed. But once it's gone, we notice."