His Quotes (page 571)
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The kiss he gave her was fierce and passionate, relaying so much more than lust and desire. She clung to him, soaking up the flood of emotion from a man known for his reserve and austerity. This was why she could blossom for him, why she felt fearless and audacious. They were so much alike in that way, their still waters running deeper than most.
Sylvia Day
I call it Joy, which is here a technical term and must be sharply distinguished both from Happiness and Pleasure. Joy (in my sense) has indeed one characteristic, and one only, in common with them; the fact that anyone who has experienced it will want it again... I doubt whether anyone who has tasted it would ever, if both were in his power, exchange it for all the pleasures in the world. But then Joy is never in our power and Pleasure often is.
C. S. Lewis
Every moment and every event of every man’s life on earth plants something in his soul. For just as the wind carries thousands of winged seeds so each moment brings with it germs of spiritual vitality that come to rest imperceptibly in the minds and wills of men. Most of these unnumbered seeds perish and are lost, because men are not prepared to receive them: for such seeds as these cannot spring up anywhere except in the good soil of freedom, spontaneity, and love.
Thomas Merton
Deil mi ki lanetlenmi bir soyuz ve batan bir gemiye zincirlenmiiz, demek btn olanlar kt bir akadr; yleyse biz de hi deilse kendi paymza deni yapalm, br tutsaklarn acsn hafifletelim, hcremizi ieklerle, minderlerle deyelim, elimizden geldiince drst olalm. Bu alak Tanrlar hep kendi bildiklerini okuyamayacaklardr - ah o frsatn bulduka incitmekten, krmaktan, bozmaktan kanmayan Tanrlar ancak bir leydi gibi davrandnz zaman bozguna uruyorlard.
Virginia Woolf
Life was a pleasure; he looked back at its moments, many of them as much shrouded in mist as the opposite bank of the Thames; objectively, many of them held only misery, fear, confusion; but afterwards, and even at the time, he had known an exhilaration stronger than the misery, fear, or confusion. A fragment of belief came to him from another epoch: 'Cogito ergo sum'. For him that had not been true; his truth had been, 'Senito ergo sum'. I feel so I exist. He enjoyed this fearful, miserable,...
Brian Aldiss
