Walter: Ahh, home crap home!
Walter: Mozart? Mozart is dead, his problems are over, help ME!
Walter: What has Max got that I haven't got?
Anna: Walls.
Anna: That is such a dumb idea. Sometimes it amazes me you ever passed the bar.
Walter: I'm sure it does, you've never passed a bar in you life.
Anna: You are so much less attractive when I'm sober.
Walter: Thank goodness it's not that often.
Walter: Stairs! Ha! A Staircase! We have stairs! Oh, hello, Mr. Stairs. I've missed you.
Walter: I'm not trying to tell you your business but you haven't even looked at my pipes.
Brad Shirk: I looked at them three years ago. You figure they've improved with age?
Walter: You know what this is? This is the short line in Motor Vehicles.
Anna: What?
Walter: Yeah! You go to Motor Vehicles to get your license renewed, and you get on this line that reaches to Spain, and right next to it is this little short line with only two guys on it, but you don't get on that line, 'cause you think something must be "wrong" with it - otherwise everyone else would be on it - so you waste three hours!
Anna: I got on the short line once. It was for farm vehicles.
Water Fielding: Do you know how hard it is to find a really good carpenter? Besides, I think he's got a brother who's a plumber!
Anna Crowley: Really? A brother who's a plumber?
Water Fielding: I think so.
Anna Crowley: Do you think I should sleep with him?
Water Fielding: Maybe just this once.
Walter Fielding: Just because they showed up to collect the money, is no guarantee that they'll show up to do the work... and if they do... I can't pay for it!
Walter: Look, I'm very sorry I wasn't here this afternoon. What can I say? My wife was poisoned and taken to the hospital. Well, what would cut any ice with you? A bribe? Sure, can you be here in a half an hour? All right. Cash, no problem.
Anna: This is my house, too. I want to help.
Walter: Do you have a gun?
Walter: Is it me? I'm speaking so loud I'm hallucinating! For a while, I thought the Care Bears were here!
Art Shirk: Usually when a women calls a carpenter, she want the old hammer and nail.
Walter: Jack can help us.
Anna: Isn't Jack in jail?
Walter: No. No, he got off with a small fine. Jack's a perfectly legitimate real estate agent.
Jack: The point is: You get to capitalize on a fellow human being's misfortune. That's the basis of real estate.
Max: What do you mean "no"? Why not?
Anna: I love Walter.
Max: "Walter"? What Walter?
Anna: Oh, Max, you know exactly what Walter.
Max: Don't be ridiculous. He's not even a musician.
Anna: Many people aren't.
Owner: Goddamn bloodsucking lawyers are bleeding me dry.
Anna: I'm putting in half the money, or I'm not going in.
Walter: Great!
Anna: I thought you'd give me an argument.
Walter: If I had any money, I would.
Walter: What the hell was that?
Anna: All I did was
turn on the water.
Walter: The land, at least, has got to be worth something.
Mattress Guy: Hey, buddy, did you really buy this house?
Walter: In spite of all the problems...
In spite of the prospect of indentured
servitude for the rest of my life, in debt beyond
my wildest dreams...I love the house.
Anna: So do I.
Walter: And I love you.
Walter: We have very weak trees.
Walter: Little problem in the kitchen. Nothing trivial.
Contractor: I'm from Shirk Brothers. Your number came up in the drawing this morning. We work today!
Anna: Max, I'm desperate. I need money. I need new plumbing. I need new appliances. A new staircase, Max.
Max: Stop, please. Too boring.
Anna: Plastering, landscaping, painting, a roof.
Max: Too middle class. Stop.
Contractor: The permit man was pretty agitated. Really steamed his clams. Said he'd be back when you grow udders and get milked.
Walter: That's a long time.
Walter: Honey, we're living in Swiss cheese with a door.
Walter: You hear about that guy up in the Bronx, went crazy, thought he was a pigeon? They found him in the park throwing bread crumbs at himself. He was just putting in a guest bathroom.
Anna: What have we done? Oh, my God!
Max: Calm down. You were a little looped. You sang a few songs.
Anna: The Beatles?
Max: The entire catalogue.
Anna: What else?
Max: You don't remember? It was duck for dinner. Followed by crepe Suzettes.
Anna: I don't remember the crepe Suzettes.
Max: You don't remember the piano?
Anna: No.
Max: Under the piano?
Anna: I don't wanna hear any more.
Max: It was incredible. Better than Zurich.
Anna: Zurich?
Max: The police came. You don't remember any of this?
Anna: Oh, no.
Walter: Did you sleep with him?
Anna: I hope you don't mind. Of course, we can't go back
to the Four Seasons again.
Walter: I do not wish to discuss
my domestic difficulties with you, Julio.
Anna: He couldn't forgive me,
and I can't forgive him for that.
Max: Do you realize what you've done? You've taken
a woman who loves you...One of the great women
on the face of this Earth and thrown her away.
I've lost her too, but I'll get over it
because I am shallow and self-centred.
But you, you won't
because you are complex.
You will suffer terrible anguish
for the rest of your life.
Driver: They testing missiles here?
Max: Can I speak frankly?
Anna: Anything is possible.
Walter: Here lies Walter Fielding. He bought a house, and it killed him.
Ani DiFranco Quotes and Lyrics
"You rhapsodize about beauty,
and my eyes glaze.
Everything that I love is ugly.
I mean really, you would be amazed.
Just do me a favor,
it's the least that you can do,
just don't treat me like I am
something that happened to you."
"I put a cup out on the windowsill
to catch the water as it fell.
Now I got a glass half full of rain
to measure the time between
when you said you'd come
and when you actually came."
"If you see me,
walk by.
You better just let me
walk by.
You better not
bat your pretty eyes.
You better not
stop me to say hi."
"She taught me how to wage a cold war
with quiet charm,
but I just want to walk
through my life unarmed."
"Like how could you do nothing,
and say, 'I'm doing my best.'
How could you take almost everything,
and then come back for the rest?
How could you beg me to stay,
reach out your hands and plead,
and then pack up your eyes and run away
as soon as I agreed?"
"I did not design this game.
I did not name the stakes.
I just happen to like apples,
and I am not afraid of snakes."
“Any tool is a weapon if you hold it right.”
“Taken out of context I must seem so strange.”
“I don't care if they eat me alive, I've got better things to do then survive.”
"You've left me with nothing, but I have worked with less.”
“Some people wear their heart up on their sleeve. I wear mine underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot.”
"God forbid you be an ugly girl, of course too pretty is also your doom, because everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room."
“My idea of feminism is self-determination, and it's very open-ended: every woman has the right to become herself, and do whatever she needs to do.”
"I was blessed with a birth and a death, and I guess I just want some say in between."
“Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambitions."
"I owe my life to the people that I love.”
"Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"It seems that different people have an idea of what I am and what I should be. And then there's me."
"People need something or someone to fasten themselves to in order to reassure themselves that they are real."
"I smoke and I drink."
"Just let me go, we have to be able to criticize what we love, to say what we have to say because if you're not trying to make something better, then as far as I can tell, you are just in the way."
"Imagine you're a girl,
just trying to finally come clean,
knowing full well they'd prefer you
were dirty and smiling."
"He was a handsome musician,
but he had an ugly scar.
You could not see it on him,
but you could hear it when he played guitar."
"I am writing graffiti on your body.
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried.
I am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life,
and the rest of it all.
And your bones have been my bedframe,
and your flesh has been my pillow.
I am waiting for sleep
to offer up the deep
with both hands."
"He didn't understand me, and
I don't know why I didn't go.
He didn't understand me, and
he had every chance to know."
"You were fresh off the boat
from Virginia,
I had a year of NYC
under my belt.
We met in a dream.
We were both 19.
I remember where we were standing,
I remember how it felt."
"I can jump ship and swim--
that the ocean will hold me,
that there's got to be more
than this boat I'm in."
"I'd rather be able to face myself in the bathroom mirror than be rich and famous."
“Self-preservation is a full-time occupation."
and my eyes glaze.
Everything that I love is ugly.
I mean really, you would be amazed.
Just do me a favor,
it's the least that you can do,
just don't treat me like I am
something that happened to you."
"I put a cup out on the windowsill
to catch the water as it fell.
Now I got a glass half full of rain
to measure the time between
when you said you'd come
and when you actually came."
"If you see me,
walk by.
You better just let me
walk by.
You better not
bat your pretty eyes.
You better not
stop me to say hi."
"She taught me how to wage a cold war
with quiet charm,
but I just want to walk
through my life unarmed."
"Like how could you do nothing,
and say, 'I'm doing my best.'
How could you take almost everything,
and then come back for the rest?
How could you beg me to stay,
reach out your hands and plead,
and then pack up your eyes and run away
as soon as I agreed?"
"I did not design this game.
I did not name the stakes.
I just happen to like apples,
and I am not afraid of snakes."
“Any tool is a weapon if you hold it right.”
“Taken out of context I must seem so strange.”
“I don't care if they eat me alive, I've got better things to do then survive.”
"You've left me with nothing, but I have worked with less.”
“Some people wear their heart up on their sleeve. I wear mine underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot.”
"God forbid you be an ugly girl, of course too pretty is also your doom, because everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room."
“My idea of feminism is self-determination, and it's very open-ended: every woman has the right to become herself, and do whatever she needs to do.”
"I was blessed with a birth and a death, and I guess I just want some say in between."
“Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambitions."
"I owe my life to the people that I love.”
"Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"It seems that different people have an idea of what I am and what I should be. And then there's me."
"People need something or someone to fasten themselves to in order to reassure themselves that they are real."
"I smoke and I drink."
"Just let me go, we have to be able to criticize what we love, to say what we have to say because if you're not trying to make something better, then as far as I can tell, you are just in the way."
"Imagine you're a girl,
just trying to finally come clean,
knowing full well they'd prefer you
were dirty and smiling."
"He was a handsome musician,
but he had an ugly scar.
You could not see it on him,
but you could hear it when he played guitar."
"I am writing graffiti on your body.
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried.
I am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life,
and the rest of it all.
And your bones have been my bedframe,
and your flesh has been my pillow.
I am waiting for sleep
to offer up the deep
with both hands."
"He didn't understand me, and
I don't know why I didn't go.
He didn't understand me, and
he had every chance to know."
"You were fresh off the boat
from Virginia,
I had a year of NYC
under my belt.
We met in a dream.
We were both 19.
I remember where we were standing,
I remember how it felt."
"I can jump ship and swim--
that the ocean will hold me,
that there's got to be more
than this boat I'm in."
"I'd rather be able to face myself in the bathroom mirror than be rich and famous."
“Self-preservation is a full-time occupation."
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn Quotes - Betty Smith
"Mother, I am young. Mother, I am just eighteen. I am strong. I will work hard, Mother. But I do not want this child to grow up just to work hard. What must I do, mother, what must I do to make a different world for her? How do I start?"
"The secret lies in the reading and the writing. You are able to read. Every day you must read one page from some good book to your child. Every day this must be until the child learns to read. Then she must read every day, I know this is the secret."
I know that's what people say-- you'll get over it. I'd say it, too. But I know it's not true. Oh, you'll be happy again, never fear. But you won't forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.
The library was a little old shaby place. Francie thought it was beautiful. The feeling she had about it was as good as the feeling she had about church. She pushed open the door and went in. She liked the combined smell of worn leather bindings, library past and freshly inked stamping pads better than she liked the smell of burning incense at high mass.
Who wants to die? Everything struggles to live. Look at that tree growing up there out of that grating. It gets no sun, and water only when it rains. It's growing out of sour earth. And it's strong because its hard struggle to live is making it strong. My children will be strong that way.
Katie had a fierce desire for survival which made her a fighter. Johnny had a hankering after immortality which made him a useless dreamer. And that was the great difference between these two who loved each other so well.
"Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere-- be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost."
There is here, what is not in the old country. In spite of hard, unfamiliar things, there is here - hope. In the old country, a man can be no more than his father, providing he works hard. If his father was a carpenter, he may be a carpenter. He many not be a teacher or a priest. He may rise - but only to his father's state. In the old country, a man is given to the past. Here he belongs to the future. In this land, he may be what he will, if he has the good heart and the way of working honestly at the right things.
The neighborhood stores are an important part of a city child's life.
For quite a while, Francie had been spelling out letters, sounding them and then putting the sounds together to mean a word. But one day, she looked at a page and the word "mouse" had instantaneous meaning. She looked at the word, and the picture of a gray mouse scampered through her mind. She looked further and when she saw "horse," she heard him pawing the ground and saw the sun glint on his glossy coat. The word "running" hit her suddenly and she breathed hard as though running herself. The barrier between the individual sound of each letter and the whole meaning of the word was removed and the printed word meant a thing at one quick glance. She read a few pages rapidly and almost became ill with excitement. She wanted to shout it out. She could read! She could read!
No, Katie never fumbled. When she used her beautifully shaped but worn-looking hands, she used them with surety, whether it was to put a broken flower into a tumbler of water with one true gesture, or to wring out a scrub cloth with one decisive motion--the right hand turning in, and the left out, simultaneously. When she spoke, she spoke truly with the plain right words. And her thoughts walked in a clear uncompromising line.
I want to live for something. I don't want to live to get charity food to give me enough strength to go back to get more charity food.
People looking up at her--at her smooth pretty vivacious face--had no way of knowing about the painfully articulated resolves formulating in her mind.
Those were the Rommely women: Many, the mother, Evy, Sissy, and Katie, her daughters, and Francie, who would grow up to be a Rommely woman even though her name was Nolan. They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering eyes and soft fluttery voices...But they were made out of thin invisible steel.
The world was hers for the reading.
Yes, when I get big and have my own home, no plush chairs and lace curtains for me. And no rubber plants. I'll have a desk like this in my parlor and white walls and a clean green blotter every Saturday night and a row of shining yellow pencils always sharpened for writing and a golden-brown bowl with a flower or some leaves or berries always in it and books . . . books . . . books.
She was made up of more, too. She was the books she read in the library. She was the flower in the brown bowl. Part of her life was made from the tree growing rankly in the yard. She was the bitter quarrels she had with her brother whom she loved dearly. She was Katie's secret, despairing weeping. She was the shame of her father stumbling home drunk. She was all of these things and of something more...It was what God or whatever is His equivalent puts into each soul that is given life - the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike.
Look at everthing as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time. Then your time on earth will be filled with glory.
"Because," explained Mary Rommely simply, "the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which live things that never were. It is necessary that she believe. She must start out by believing in things not of this world. Then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can reach back and live in her imagination. I, myself, even in this day and at my age, have great need of recalling the miraculous lives of the Saints and the great miracles that have come to pass on earth. Only by having these things in my mind can I live beyond what I have to live for."
"Well," Francie decided, "I guess the thing that is giving me this headache is life - and nothing else but."
Everyone said it was a pity that a slight pretty woman like Katie Nolan had to go out scrubbing floors. But what else could she do considering the husband she had, they said.
Francie knew that mama was a good woman. She knew. And papa said so. Then, why did she like her father better than her mother? Why did she? Papa was no good. He said so himself. But she liked papa better.
Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.
Maybe that decision was her great mistake. She should have waited until some man came along who felt that way about her. Then her children would not have gone hungry; she would not have had to scrub floors for their living and her memory of him would have remained a tender shining thing. But she wanted Johnny Nolan and no one else and she set out to get him.
And Francie, pausing in her sweeping to listen, tried to put everything together and tried to understand a world spinning in confusion. And it seemed to her that the whole world changed in between the time that Laurie was born and graduation day.
And he asked for her whole life as simply as he'd ask for a date. And she promised away her whole life as simply as she'd offer a hand in greeting or farewell.
Then one sunny day, they walk out in all innocence and they walk right into the grief that you'd give your life to spare them.
So like papa...so like papa, she thought. But he had more strength in his face than papa had had.
A new tree had grown from the stump and its trunk had grown along the ground until it reached a place where there were no wash lines above it. Then it had started to grow towards the sky again. Annie, the fir tree, that the Nolans had cherished with waterings and manurings, had long since sickened and died. But this tree in the yard--this tree that men chopped down...this tree that they built a bonfire around, trying to burn up its stump--this tree had lived!
Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte Quotes
Terror made me cruel ...
A wild, wick slip she was - but, she had the bonniest eye and sweetest smile, and lightest foot in the parish: and, after all, I believe she meant no harm; for when once she made you cry in good earnest, it seldom happened that she would not keep you company, and oblige you to be quiet that you might comfort her.
Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
Is Mr. Heathcliff a man? If so, is he mad? And if not, is he a devil? I shan't tell my reasons for making this inquiry; but I beseech you to explain, if you can, what I have married...
You said I killed you - haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.
I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out, and drunk his blood! But, till then--if you don't believe me, you don't know me--till then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair of his head!
Well, if I cannot keep Heathcliff for my friend--if Edgar will be mean and jealous, I'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own. That will be a prompt way of finishing all...
That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least, for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day, I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!
Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.
Kiss me again, but don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me.
But there's this difference: one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver.
He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.
Catherine's face was just like the landscape--shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient.
God won’t have the satisfaction that I shall.
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine — If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have; the sea could be as readily contained in that house-trough, as her whole affection be monopolized by him — Tush! He is scarcely a degree nearer than her dog, or her horse — It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?
You talk of her mind being unsettled — How the devil could it be otherwise, in her frightful isolation? And that insipid, paltry creature attending her from duty and humanity! From pity and charity. He might as well plant an oak in a flower-pot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
You teach me how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why do you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry, and wring out my kisses and tears; they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me--then what right had you to leave me? What right--answer me--for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart--you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
But the country folks, if you asked them, would swear on their Bible that he walks. There are those who speak to having met him near the church, and on the moor, and even within this house. Idle tales, you'll say, and so say I. Yet that old man by the kitchen fire affirms he has seen two on 'em looking out of his chamber window, on every rainy night since his death.
A wild, wick slip she was - but, she had the bonniest eye and sweetest smile, and lightest foot in the parish: and, after all, I believe she meant no harm; for when once she made you cry in good earnest, it seldom happened that she would not keep you company, and oblige you to be quiet that you might comfort her.
Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
Is Mr. Heathcliff a man? If so, is he mad? And if not, is he a devil? I shan't tell my reasons for making this inquiry; but I beseech you to explain, if you can, what I have married...
You said I killed you - haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.
I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out, and drunk his blood! But, till then--if you don't believe me, you don't know me--till then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair of his head!
Well, if I cannot keep Heathcliff for my friend--if Edgar will be mean and jealous, I'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own. That will be a prompt way of finishing all...
That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least, for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day, I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!
Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.
Kiss me again, but don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me.
But there's this difference: one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver.
He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.
Catherine's face was just like the landscape--shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient.
God won’t have the satisfaction that I shall.
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine — If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have; the sea could be as readily contained in that house-trough, as her whole affection be monopolized by him — Tush! He is scarcely a degree nearer than her dog, or her horse — It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?
You talk of her mind being unsettled — How the devil could it be otherwise, in her frightful isolation? And that insipid, paltry creature attending her from duty and humanity! From pity and charity. He might as well plant an oak in a flower-pot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
You teach me how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why do you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry, and wring out my kisses and tears; they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me--then what right had you to leave me? What right--answer me--for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart--you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
But the country folks, if you asked them, would swear on their Bible that he walks. There are those who speak to having met him near the church, and on the moor, and even within this house. Idle tales, you'll say, and so say I. Yet that old man by the kitchen fire affirms he has seen two on 'em looking out of his chamber window, on every rainy night since his death.
Emily Dickinson Quotes and Poems
Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
There's a certain slant of light,
Winter Afternoons--
That oppresses,
like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes--
After great pain,
a formal feeling comes.
The Nerves sit ceremonious,
like tombs.
Dwell in possibility.
Fortune befriends the bold.
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
There's a certain slant of light,
Winter Afternoons--
That oppresses,
like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes--
After great pain,
a formal feeling comes.
The Nerves sit ceremonious,
like tombs.
Dwell in possibility.
Fortune befriends the bold.
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
Kurt Vonnegut Quotes
If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you're a one-eyed man in a kingdom of the blind.
Life happens too fast for you ever to think about it. If you could just persuade people of this, but they insist on amassing information.
Thanks to TV and for the convenience of TV, you can only be one of two kinds of human beings, either a liberal or a conservative.
I think that novels that leave out technology misrepresent life as badly as Victorians misrepresented life by leaving out sex.
Humor is an almost physiological response to fear.
Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance.
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.
I am eternally grateful.. for my knack of finding in great books, some of them very funny books, reason enough to feel honored to be alive, no matter what else might be going on.
Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again.
If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF
HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
WAS MUSIC
Everybody's shaking in his boots, so don't be bluffed.
He ransacked his memory like a thief going through another man's billfold.
I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all.
Make love when you can. It's good for you.
"There are plenty of good reasons for fighting," I said, "but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too. Where's evil? It's that large part of every man that wants to hate without limit, that wants to hate with God on its side."
What froze me was the fact that I had absolutely no reason to move in any direction. What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity. Now even that flickered out.
I never knew a writer's wife who wasn't beautiful.
The public health authorities never mention the main reason many Americans have for smoking heavily, which is that smoking is a fairly sure, fairly honorable form of suicide.
No grown woman is a fan of premature ejaculation.
The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn't let her. "Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?" she asked me."The big show is inside my head," I said.
Why don't you take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut. Why don't you take a flying fuck at the moooooooooon!
If you can do no good, at least do no harm.
I still believe that peace and plenty and happiness can be worked out some way. I am a fool.
This is my principal objection to life, I think: It is too easy, when alive, to make perfectly horrible mistakes.
She was an alcoholic. I didn't blame myself for that. The worst problem in the life of any alcoholic is alcohol.
"I wish I had been born a bird instead," he said."I wish we had all been born birds instead."
I think yet again of my father, who struggled to become a painter after he was forced into early and unwelcome retirement by the Great Depression. He has reason to be optimistic about his new career, since the early stages of his pictures, whether still or portraits or landscapes, were full of pow. Mother, meaning to be helpful, would say of each one: "That's really wonderful, Kurt. Now all you have to do is finish it." He would then ruin it. I remember a portrait he did of his only brother, Alex, who was an insurance salesman, which he called "Special Agent". When he roughed it in, his hand and eye conspired with a few bold strokes to capture several important truths about Alex, including a hint of disappointment. Uncle Alex was a proud graduate of Harvard, who would rather have been a scholar of literature than an insurance man.When Father finished the portrait, made sure every square inch of masonite had its share of paint, Uncle Alex had disappeared entirely. We had a drunk and lustful Queen Victoria instead. This was terrible.
You were sick, but now you're well, and there's work to do.
You realize, of course, that everything I say is horseshit.
Future generations will look back on TV as the lead in the water pipes that slowly drove the Romans mad.
Life happens too fast for you ever to think about it. If you could just persuade people of this, but they insist on amassing information.
Thanks to TV and for the convenience of TV, you can only be one of two kinds of human beings, either a liberal or a conservative.
I think that novels that leave out technology misrepresent life as badly as Victorians misrepresented life by leaving out sex.
Humor is an almost physiological response to fear.
Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance.
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.
I am eternally grateful.. for my knack of finding in great books, some of them very funny books, reason enough to feel honored to be alive, no matter what else might be going on.
Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again.
If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF
HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
WAS MUSIC
Everybody's shaking in his boots, so don't be bluffed.
He ransacked his memory like a thief going through another man's billfold.
I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all.
Make love when you can. It's good for you.
"There are plenty of good reasons for fighting," I said, "but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too. Where's evil? It's that large part of every man that wants to hate without limit, that wants to hate with God on its side."
What froze me was the fact that I had absolutely no reason to move in any direction. What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity. Now even that flickered out.
I never knew a writer's wife who wasn't beautiful.
The public health authorities never mention the main reason many Americans have for smoking heavily, which is that smoking is a fairly sure, fairly honorable form of suicide.
No grown woman is a fan of premature ejaculation.
The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn't let her. "Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?" she asked me."The big show is inside my head," I said.
Why don't you take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut. Why don't you take a flying fuck at the moooooooooon!
If you can do no good, at least do no harm.
I still believe that peace and plenty and happiness can be worked out some way. I am a fool.
This is my principal objection to life, I think: It is too easy, when alive, to make perfectly horrible mistakes.
She was an alcoholic. I didn't blame myself for that. The worst problem in the life of any alcoholic is alcohol.
"I wish I had been born a bird instead," he said."I wish we had all been born birds instead."
I think yet again of my father, who struggled to become a painter after he was forced into early and unwelcome retirement by the Great Depression. He has reason to be optimistic about his new career, since the early stages of his pictures, whether still or portraits or landscapes, were full of pow. Mother, meaning to be helpful, would say of each one: "That's really wonderful, Kurt. Now all you have to do is finish it." He would then ruin it. I remember a portrait he did of his only brother, Alex, who was an insurance salesman, which he called "Special Agent". When he roughed it in, his hand and eye conspired with a few bold strokes to capture several important truths about Alex, including a hint of disappointment. Uncle Alex was a proud graduate of Harvard, who would rather have been a scholar of literature than an insurance man.When Father finished the portrait, made sure every square inch of masonite had its share of paint, Uncle Alex had disappeared entirely. We had a drunk and lustful Queen Victoria instead. This was terrible.
You were sick, but now you're well, and there's work to do.
You realize, of course, that everything I say is horseshit.
Future generations will look back on TV as the lead in the water pipes that slowly drove the Romans mad.
Chuck Palahniuk Quotations
Your heart is my piñata.
People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.
If I can't be beautiful, I want to be invisible.
You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.
I just don't want to die without a few scars.
You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away. The condom, I mean. Not the stranger.
You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.
Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.
People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.
Which is worse: Hell or nothing?
We just had a near-life experience!
Don't do what you want. Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most.
Hysteria is only possible with an audience.
Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known.
The idea that I can't share my problems with other people makes me not give a shit about their problems.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
Every woman is just a different kind of problem.
Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.
I don't care what they do with my book so long as the flipping check clears.
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?
Sometimes the past seems too big for the present to hold.
That saying, about how you always kill the thing you love, well, it works both ways.
Beauty is power the same way money is power the same way a gun is power.
Sometimes your best way to deal with shit, she says, is to not hold yourself as such a precious little prize.
When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if she'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.
When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.
Marla, the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you would stop tonguing it, but you can't.
It's easy to attack and destroy an act of creation. It's a lot more difficult to perform one.
How sweet! You still believe in death... that's just so... quaint. Well, sorry to pop your death bubble, but there's no such thing. So make the best of things. Any real belief in death is just wishful thinking. Don't waste good drugs on killing yourself. Share them with friends and have a party. Or send them to me.
All I do is track a profane route to something (I hope) profound. Like swimming a river of shit for a kiss.
Going to spring break at Ft. Lauderdale, getting drunk and flashing your breasts isn't an act of personal empowerment. It's you, so fashioned and programmed by the construct of a patriarchal society that you no longer know what's best for yourself. A damsel too dumb to know she is even in distress.
Leonardo's Mona Lisa is just a thousand smears of paint. Michelangelo's David is just a million hits with a hammer. We're all of us a million bits put together the right way.
The weather today is an increasing trend towards denial.
Those who remember the past tend to get the story really screwed up.
I see all this potential, and I see us squandering it. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
Art never comes from happiness.
There's always the chance you could die right in the middle of your life story.
People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.
If I can't be beautiful, I want to be invisible.
You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.
I just don't want to die without a few scars.
You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away. The condom, I mean. Not the stranger.
You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.
Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.
People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.
Which is worse: Hell or nothing?
We just had a near-life experience!
Don't do what you want. Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most.
Hysteria is only possible with an audience.
Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known.
The idea that I can't share my problems with other people makes me not give a shit about their problems.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
Every woman is just a different kind of problem.
Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.
I don't care what they do with my book so long as the flipping check clears.
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?
Sometimes the past seems too big for the present to hold.
That saying, about how you always kill the thing you love, well, it works both ways.
Beauty is power the same way money is power the same way a gun is power.
Sometimes your best way to deal with shit, she says, is to not hold yourself as such a precious little prize.
When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if she'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.
When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.
Marla, the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you would stop tonguing it, but you can't.
It's easy to attack and destroy an act of creation. It's a lot more difficult to perform one.
How sweet! You still believe in death... that's just so... quaint. Well, sorry to pop your death bubble, but there's no such thing. So make the best of things. Any real belief in death is just wishful thinking. Don't waste good drugs on killing yourself. Share them with friends and have a party. Or send them to me.
All I do is track a profane route to something (I hope) profound. Like swimming a river of shit for a kiss.
Going to spring break at Ft. Lauderdale, getting drunk and flashing your breasts isn't an act of personal empowerment. It's you, so fashioned and programmed by the construct of a patriarchal society that you no longer know what's best for yourself. A damsel too dumb to know she is even in distress.
Leonardo's Mona Lisa is just a thousand smears of paint. Michelangelo's David is just a million hits with a hammer. We're all of us a million bits put together the right way.
The weather today is an increasing trend towards denial.
Those who remember the past tend to get the story really screwed up.
I see all this potential, and I see us squandering it. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
Art never comes from happiness.
There's always the chance you could die right in the middle of your life story.
ee cummings quotations
"Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go."
“A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.”
“I imagine that yes is the only living thing.”
"For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)it's always ourselves we find in the sea."
“Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.”
"Be of love (a little) more careful than of anything.”
“Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.”
"(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;
only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands"
"I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes."
"Nothing recedes like progress."
“A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.”
“I imagine that yes is the only living thing.”
"For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)it's always ourselves we find in the sea."
“Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.”
"Be of love (a little) more careful than of anything.”
“Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.”
"(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;
only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands"
"I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes."
"Nothing recedes like progress."
Oscar Wilde Quotes
Illusion is the first of all pleasures.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone elses opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.
She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness.
Why was I born with such contemporaries?
If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.
No man is rich enough to buy back his past.
No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.
The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life.
There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.
When a man has once loved a woman he will do anything for her except continue to love her.
A woman will flirt with anyone in the world, so long as other women are looking on.
She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.
The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone elses opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.
She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness.
Why was I born with such contemporaries?
If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.
No man is rich enough to buy back his past.
No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.
The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life.
There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.
When a man has once loved a woman he will do anything for her except continue to love her.
A woman will flirt with anyone in the world, so long as other women are looking on.
She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.
The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
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