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Be nobody's darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions. Of your life. And wrap around. You like a shawl, To parry stones. To keep you warm. Alice Walker
Yet nothing can to nothing fall, Nor any place be empty quite; Therefore I think my breast hath all. Those pieces still, though they be not unite; And now, as broken glasses show. A hundred lesser faces, so. My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, But after one such love, can love no more. John Donne
Michael Chabon quote: "Never say love is "like" anything... It isn't."
Never say love is "like" anything... It isn't. Michael Chabon
Louis-Ferdinand Celine quote: "Poverty is a giant, it uses your face like a mop to wipe away..."
Poverty is a giant, it uses your face like a mop to wipe away the world's garbage. Louis-Ferdinand Celine
Robert Penn Warren quote: "Nobody had ever told me that anything could be like this."
Nobody had ever told me that anything could be like this. Robert Penn Warren
From at least the age of six, romantic longing --Sechnsucht-- has played an unusually central part of my experience. Such longing is in itself the very reverse of wishful thinking: it is more like thoughtful wishing. C. S. Lewis
J. D. Salinger quote: "It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes..."
It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out. J. D. Salinger
So here we have it. The equivocating distinction between civilisation and savagery, between the "massacre of innocent people" or, if you like, "a clash of civilisations" and "collateral damage". The sophistry and fastidious algebra of infinite justice. Arundhati Roy
Marcel Proust quote: "my house contains every useless thing in the world. it lacks..."
...my house contains every useless thing in the world. it lacks only the one essential, a piece of sky like this one... Marcel Proust
Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of solitaire. It is a grand passion. It seizes a person whole and once it has done so, he/she will have to accept that his life will be radically changed. Ralph Waldo Emerson
Enlighten the people generally, and tyranny and opressions of the body and mind will vanish like evil spirits at the dawn of day. Thomas Jefferson
F. Scott Fitzgerald quote: "The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant..."
The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky. F. Scott Fitzgerald
Cutangle: While I'm still confused and uncertain, it's on a much higher plane, d'you see, and at least I know I'm bewildered about the really fundamental and important facts of the universe. Treatle: I hadn't looked at it like that, but you're absolutely right. He's really pushed back the boundaries of ignorance. They both savoured the strange warm glow of being much more ignorant than ordinary people, who were only ignorant of ordinary things. Terry Prachett
I shall have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love, love, love, above all. Love as there has never been in a play. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. Tom Stoppard
The boat was vacuum-packed with Albanians, four generations to a family: great-grandmother, air-dried like a chilli pepper, deep red skin and a hot temper; grandmother, all sun-dried tomato, tough, chewy, skin split with the heat; getting the kids to rub olive oil into her arms; mother, moist as a purple fig, open everywhere - blouse, skirt, mouth, eyes, a wide-open woman, lips licking the salt spray flying from the open boat. Then there were the kids, aged four and six, a couple of squirs,... Jeanette Winterson

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