Desiree's Baby:
The passion that awoke in him that day, when he saw her at the gate, swept along like an avalanche, or like a prairie fire, or like anything that drives headlong over all obstacles.
"My own Desiree: Come home to Valmonde; back to your mother who loves you. Come with your child."
A Pair of Silk Stockings:
A vision of the future like some dim, gaunt monster sometimes appalled her, but luckily to-morrow never comes.
A man with keen eyes, who sat opposite to her, seemed to like the study of her small, pale face. It puzzled him to decipher what he saw there. In truth, he saw nothing-unless he were wizard enough to detect a poignant wish, a powerful longing that the cable car would never stop anywhere, but go on and on with her forever.
A Respectable Woman:
His manner was as courteous toward her as the most exacting woman could require; but he made no direct appeal to her approval or even esteem.
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The stronger the impulse grew to bring herself near him, the further, in fact, did she draw away from him. As soon as she could do so without an appearance of too great rudeness, she rose and left him there alone.
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She knew there are some battles in life which a human being must fight alone.
The Awakening:
There was nothing subtle or hidden about her charms; her beauty was all there, flaming and apparent: the spun-gold hair that comb nor confining pin could restrain; the blue eyes that were like nothing but sapphires; two lips that pouted, that were so red one could only think of cherries or some other delicious crimson fruit in looking at them.
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Their freedom of expression was at first incomprehensible to her, though she had no difficulty in reconciling it with a lofty chastity which in the Creole woman seems to be inborn and unmistakable.
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Edna Pontellier could not have told why, wishing to go to the beach with Robert, she should in the first place have declined, and in the second place have followed in obedience to one of the two contradictory impulses which impelled her.
A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her,--the light which, showing the way, forbids it.
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The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
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Even as a child she had lived her own small life all within herself. At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life--that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions.
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Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love.
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"First of all, the sight of the water stretching so far away, those motionless sails against the blue sky, made a delicious picture that I just wanted to sit and look at. The hot wind beating in my face made me think--without any connection that I can trace of a summer day in Kentucky, of a meadow that seemed as big as the ocean to the very little girl walking through the grass, which was higher than her waist. She threw out her arms as if swimming when she walked, beating the tall grass as one strikes out in the water. Oh, I see the connection now!"
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"Sometimes I feel this summer as if I were walking through the green meadow again; idly, aimlessly, unthinking and unguided."
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As the devoted wife of a man who worshiped her, she felt she would take her place with a certain dignity in the world of reality, closing the portals forever behind her upon the realm of romance and dreams.
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She was flushed and felt intoxicated with the sound of her own voice and the unaccustomed taste of candor. It muddled her like wine, or like a first breath of freedom.
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"Do me a favor, Robert," spoke the pretty woman at his side, almost as soon as she and Robert had started their slow, homeward way. She looked up in his face, leaning on his arm beneath the encircling shadow of the umbrella which he had lifted.
"Granted; as many as you like," he returned, glancing down into her eyes that were full of thoughtfulness and some speculation.
"I only ask for one; let Mrs. Pontellier alone."
"Tiens!" he exclaimed, with a sudden, boyish laugh. "Voila que Madame Ratignolle est jalouse!"
"Nonsense! I'm in earnest; I mean what I say. Let Mrs. Pontellier alone."
"Why?" he asked; himself growing serious at his companion's solicitation.
"She is not one of us; she is not like us. She might make the unfortunate blunder of taking you seriously."
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Of late he had sometimes held away from her for an entire day, redoubling his devotion upon the next and the next, as though to make up for hours that had been lost. She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.
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But the night sat lightly upon the sea and the land. There was no weight of darkness; there were no shadows. The white light of the moon had fallen upon the world like the mystery and the softness of sleep.
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She took his arm, but she did not lean upon it. She let her hand lie listlessly, as though her thoughts were elsewhere--somewhere in advance of her body, and she was striving to overtake them.
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When the voices of the bathers were heard approaching, Robert said good-night. She did not answer him. He thought she was asleep. Again she watched his figure pass in and out of the strips of moonlight as he walked away.
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She perceived that her will had blazed up, stubborn and resistant. She could not at that moment have done other than denied and resisted. She wondered if her husband had ever spoken to her like that before, and if she had submitted to his command. Of course she had; she remembered that she had. But she could not realize why or how she should have yielded, feeling as she then did.
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She had never sent for him before. She had never asked for him. She had never seemed to want him before. She did not appear conscious that she had done anything unusual in commanding his presence. He was apparently equally unconscious of anything extraordinary in the situation. But his face was suffused with a quiet glow when he met her.
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"We'd share it, and scatter it together," he said. His face flushed.
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Robert was going to Mexico. She laid her spoon down and looked about her bewildered. He had been with her, reading to her all the morning, and had never even mentioned such a place as Mexico.
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"How long will you be gone?"
"Forever, perhaps. I don't know. It depends upon a good many things."
"Well, in case it shouldn't be forever, how long will it be?"
"I don't know."
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Robert's going had some way taken the brightness, the color, the meaning out of everything. The conditions of her life were in no way changed, but her whole existence was dulled, like a faded garment which seems to be no longer worth wearing.
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She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves. They had never taken the form of struggles. They belonged to her and were her own, and she entertained the conviction that she had a right to them and that they concerned no one but herself.
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She had resolved never to take another step backward.
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If her talent had been ten-fold greater than it was, it would not have surprised him, convinced as he was that he had bequeathed to all of his daughters the germs of a masterful capability, which only depended upon their own efforts to be directed toward successful achievement.
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Edna marveled, not comprehending. She herself was almost devoid of coquetry.
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She reminded him of some beautiful, sleek animal waking up in the sun.
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The story did not seem especially to impress Edna. She had one of her own to tell, of a woman who paddled away with her lover one night in a pirogue and never came back. They were lost amid the Baratarian Islands, and no one ever heard of them or found trace of them from that day to this. It was a pure invention. She said that Madame Antoine had related it to her. That, also, was an invention. Perhaps it was a dream she had had. But every glowing word seemed real to those who listened. They could feel the hot breath of the Southern night; they could hear the long sweep of the pirogue through the glistening moonlit water, the beating of birds' wings, rising startled from among the reeds in the salt-water pools; they could see the faces of the lovers, pale, close together, rapt in oblivious forgetfulness, drifting into the unknown.
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He was growing old, and beginning to need rest and an imperturbed spirit. He did not want the secrets of other lives thrust upon him.
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She was hungry for them--even a little fierce in her attachment. She did not want them to be wholly "children of the pavement," she always said when begging to have them for a space. She wished them to know the country, with its streams, its fields, its woods, its freedom, so delicious to the young. She wished them to taste something of the life their father had lived and known and loved when he, too, was a little child.
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She wanted something to happen--something, anything; she did not know what.
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...but whatever came, she had resolved never again to belong to another than herself.
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"Why do you love him when you ought not to?"
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...she put her arms around me and felt my shoulder blades, to see if my wings were strong, she said.
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She felt as if a mist had been lifted from her eyes, enabling her to took upon and comprehend the significance of life, that monster made up of beauty and brutality.
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His cheeks were the color of crushed grapes, and his dusky eyes glowed with a languishing fire.
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"You know that I only live when I am near you."
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There was no despondency when she fell asleep that night; nor was there hope when she awoke in the morning.
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"I am destined to see you only by accident."
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"No; I only think you cruel, as I said the other day. Maybe not intentionally cruel; but you seem to be forcing me into disclosures which can result in nothing; as if you would have me bare a wound for the pleasure of looking at it, without the intention or power of healing it."
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"You have been a very, very foolish boy, wasting your time dreaming of impossible things when you speak of Mr. Pontellier setting me free! I am no longer one of Mr. Pontellier's possessions to dispose of or not. I give myself where I choose. If he were to say, 'Here, Robert, take her and be happy; she is yours,' I should laugh at you both."
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"No matter how late; you will wait for me, Robert?"
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Adele, pressing her cheek, whispered in an exhausted voice: "Think of the children, Edna. Oh think of the children! Remember them!"
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The foamy wavelets curled up to her white feet, and coiled like serpents about her ankles. She walked out. The water was chill, but she walked on. The water was deep, but she lifted her white body and reached out with a long, sweeping stroke. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
She went on and on. She remembered the night she swam far out, and recalled the terror that seized her at the fear of being unable to regain the shore. She did not look back now, but went on and on, thinking of the blue-grass meadow that she had traversed when a little child, believing that it had no beginning and no end.
William Butler Yeats
Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
- No Second Troy
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
- He wishes for the clothes of heaven
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you
can understand.
- The Stolen Child
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
- When you are old
And dance like a wave of the sea.
- The Fiddler of Dooney
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
- No Second Troy
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
- He wishes for the clothes of heaven
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you
can understand.
- The Stolen Child
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
- When you are old
And dance like a wave of the sea.
- The Fiddler of Dooney
Roses Quotes
I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.
- Emma Goldman
All the world glows with roses, roses, roses.
- Saul Chernihovsky
One may live without bread, not without roses.
- Jean Richepin
You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
- Thomas More
They are not long, the days of wine and roses.
- Ernest Dowson
Because it is sure of its beauty, the rose makes terrible demands on us.
- Alain Meilland
Truths and roses have thorns about them.
- Henry David Thoreau
...a work of art is like a rose. A rose is not beautiful because it is like something else. Neither is a work of art. Roses and works of art are beautiful in themselves.
- Clive Bell
Oh, no man knows through what wild centuries roves back the rose. - Walter de la Mare
When love came first to Earth, the Spring spread rose-beds to receive him.
- Thomas Campbell
Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.
- Richard Brinsley Sheridan
The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.
- George William Curtis
They that have roses never need bread.
- Dorothy Parker
A rose is a rose is a rose.
- Gertrude Stein
'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
- Thomas Moore
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
- Victor Hugo
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.
- T. S. Eliot
A rose's rarest essence lives in the thorn.
- Rumi
But he that dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
- Emily Bronte
Loveliest of lovely things are they
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
- William Cullen Bryant
And I will make thee beds of roses
- Christopher Marlowe
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
- Song of Solomon
Let me bring you songs from the wood, poppies red & roses filled with summer rain, to heal the wounds and still the pain.
- Jethro Tull
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.
- Robert Frost
- Emma Goldman
All the world glows with roses, roses, roses.
- Saul Chernihovsky
One may live without bread, not without roses.
- Jean Richepin
You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
- Thomas More
They are not long, the days of wine and roses.
- Ernest Dowson
Because it is sure of its beauty, the rose makes terrible demands on us.
- Alain Meilland
Truths and roses have thorns about them.
- Henry David Thoreau
...a work of art is like a rose. A rose is not beautiful because it is like something else. Neither is a work of art. Roses and works of art are beautiful in themselves.
- Clive Bell
Oh, no man knows through what wild centuries roves back the rose. - Walter de la Mare
When love came first to Earth, the Spring spread rose-beds to receive him.
- Thomas Campbell
Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.
- Richard Brinsley Sheridan
The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.
- George William Curtis
They that have roses never need bread.
- Dorothy Parker
A rose is a rose is a rose.
- Gertrude Stein
'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
- Thomas Moore
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
- Victor Hugo
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.
- T. S. Eliot
A rose's rarest essence lives in the thorn.
- Rumi
But he that dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
- Emily Bronte
Loveliest of lovely things are they
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
- William Cullen Bryant
And I will make thee beds of roses
- Christopher Marlowe
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
- Song of Solomon
Let me bring you songs from the wood, poppies red & roses filled with summer rain, to heal the wounds and still the pain.
- Jethro Tull
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.
- Robert Frost
William Faulkner Quotes
Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.
Pointless... like giving caviar to an elephant.
A gentleman can live through anything.
My, my. A body does get around.
Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while.
All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible.
And I reckon them that are good must suffer for it the same as them that are bad.
An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why.
A dream is not a very safe thing to be near... I know; I had one once. It's like a loaded pistol with a hair trigger: if it stays alive long enough, somebody is going to be hurt. But if it's a good dream, it's worth it.
Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.
Given a choice between grief and nothing, I'd choose grief.
She clung to that which had robbed her, as people do.
I have found that the greatest help in meeting any problem is to know where you yourself stand. That is, to have in words what you believe and are acting from.
I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are.
Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.
My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whiskey.
Perhaps they were right in putting love into books...
Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
Everyone in the South has no time for reading because they are all too busy writing.
I will never lie again.
Caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. It was full of stars. When I was still, they were still. When I moved, they glinted and sparkled. I hushed.
The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it.
'You men,' she says. 'You durn men.'
To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.
She wouldn't say what we both knew. 'The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true: is that it? But you know it is true now. I can almost tell you the day when you knew it is true. Why won't you say it, even to yourself?' She will not say it.
Unless you're ashamed of yourself now and then, you're not honest.
You can't beat women anyhow and if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don't even try to.
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.
Once a bitch always a bitch, what I say.
Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.
A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences.
I love Virginians because Virginians are all snobs and I like snobs. A snob has to spend so much time being a snob that he has little time left to meddle with you.
You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
He was looking at her from behind the smiling that wasn't smiling but was something you were not supposed to see beyond.
I am trying to say it all in one sentence, between one cap and one period.
Henry James was one of the nicest old ladies I ever met.
She wasn’t too big, heroic, what they call Junoesque. It was that there was just too much of what she was for any one human female package to contain, and hold: too much of white, too much of female, too much of maybe just glory, I don’t know: so that at first sight of her you felt a kind of shock of gratitude just for being alive and being male at the same instance with her in space and time, and then in the next second and forever after a kind of despair because you knew there would never be enough of any one male to match and hold and deserve her; grief forever after because forever after nothing less would ever do.
Love doesn't die; the men and women do.
Pointless... like giving caviar to an elephant.
A gentleman can live through anything.
My, my. A body does get around.
Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while.
All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible.
And I reckon them that are good must suffer for it the same as them that are bad.
An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why.
A dream is not a very safe thing to be near... I know; I had one once. It's like a loaded pistol with a hair trigger: if it stays alive long enough, somebody is going to be hurt. But if it's a good dream, it's worth it.
Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.
Given a choice between grief and nothing, I'd choose grief.
She clung to that which had robbed her, as people do.
I have found that the greatest help in meeting any problem is to know where you yourself stand. That is, to have in words what you believe and are acting from.
I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are.
Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.
My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whiskey.
Perhaps they were right in putting love into books...
Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
Everyone in the South has no time for reading because they are all too busy writing.
I will never lie again.
Caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. It was full of stars. When I was still, they were still. When I moved, they glinted and sparkled. I hushed.
The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it.
'You men,' she says. 'You durn men.'
To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.
She wouldn't say what we both knew. 'The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true: is that it? But you know it is true now. I can almost tell you the day when you knew it is true. Why won't you say it, even to yourself?' She will not say it.
Unless you're ashamed of yourself now and then, you're not honest.
You can't beat women anyhow and if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don't even try to.
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.
Once a bitch always a bitch, what I say.
Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.
A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences.
I love Virginians because Virginians are all snobs and I like snobs. A snob has to spend so much time being a snob that he has little time left to meddle with you.
You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
He was looking at her from behind the smiling that wasn't smiling but was something you were not supposed to see beyond.
I am trying to say it all in one sentence, between one cap and one period.
Henry James was one of the nicest old ladies I ever met.
She wasn’t too big, heroic, what they call Junoesque. It was that there was just too much of what she was for any one human female package to contain, and hold: too much of white, too much of female, too much of maybe just glory, I don’t know: so that at first sight of her you felt a kind of shock of gratitude just for being alive and being male at the same instance with her in space and time, and then in the next second and forever after a kind of despair because you knew there would never be enough of any one male to match and hold and deserve her; grief forever after because forever after nothing less would ever do.
Love doesn't die; the men and women do.
Carson McCullers Quotes
But all the time-no matter what she was doing-there was music.
Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
While time, the endless idiot, runs screaming around the world.
The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen... Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.
Next to music beer was best.
Listen,” F. Jasmine said. “What I’ve been trying to say is this. Doesn’t it strike you as strange that I am I, and you are you? I am F. Jasmine Addams. And you are Berenice Sadie Brown. And we can look at each other, and touch each other, and stay together year in and year out in the same room. Yet always I am I, and you are you. And I can’t ever be anything else but me, and you can ever be anything else but you. Have you ever thought of that? And does it seem to you strange? "
I'm not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was something like an assembly line for my soul. I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?
And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.
Each man described the mute as he wished him to be.
But say a man does know. He sees the world as it is and he looks back thousands of years to see how it all come about. He watches the slow agglutination of capital and power and he sees its pinnacle today. He sees America as a crazy house... He sees a whole damn army of unemployed and billions of dollars and thousands of miles of land wasted... He sees how when people suffer just so much they get mean and ugly and something dies in them. But the main thing he sees is that the whole system of the world is built on a lie. And although it's as plain as the shining sun—the don't-knows have lived with that lie so long they just can't see it.
All we can do is go around telling the truth.
But look what the Church has done to Jesus during the last two thousand years. What they have made of Him. How they have turned every word He spoke for their own vile ends.
The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
The way I need you is a loneliness I cannot bear.
Then suddenly he felt a quickening in him. His heart turned and he leaned his back against the counter for support. For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and of valor. Of the endless fluid passage of humanity through endless time. And of those who labor and of those who—one word—love. His soul expanded. But for a moment only. For in him he felt a warning, a shaft of terror... he was suspended between radiance and darkness. Between bitter irony and faith.
Wherever you look there’s meanness and corruption. This room, this bottle of grape wine, these fruits in the basket, are all products of profit and loss. A fellow can’t live without giving his passive acceptance to meanness. Somebody wears his tail to a frazzle for every mouthful we eat and every stitch we wear—and nobody seems to know. Everybody is blind, dumb, and blunt-headed—stupid and mean.
But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.
If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are gone, either write things worth reading or do things worth writing.
In the face of brutality I was prudent. Before injustice I held my peace. I sacrificed the things in hand for the good of the hypothetical whole. I believed in the tongue instead of the fist. As an armor against oppression I taught patience and faith in the human soul I know now how wrong I was. I have been a traitor to myself and to my people. All that is not. Now is the time to act and to act quickly. Fight cunning with cunning and might with might.
There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
All men are lonely. But sometimes it seems to me that we Americans are the loneliest of all. Our hunger for foreign places and new ways has been with us almost like a national disease. Our literature is stamped with a quality of longing and unrest, and our writers have been great wanderers.
Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
While time, the endless idiot, runs screaming around the world.
The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen... Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.
Next to music beer was best.
Listen,” F. Jasmine said. “What I’ve been trying to say is this. Doesn’t it strike you as strange that I am I, and you are you? I am F. Jasmine Addams. And you are Berenice Sadie Brown. And we can look at each other, and touch each other, and stay together year in and year out in the same room. Yet always I am I, and you are you. And I can’t ever be anything else but me, and you can ever be anything else but you. Have you ever thought of that? And does it seem to you strange? "
I'm not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was something like an assembly line for my soul. I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?
And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.
Each man described the mute as he wished him to be.
But say a man does know. He sees the world as it is and he looks back thousands of years to see how it all come about. He watches the slow agglutination of capital and power and he sees its pinnacle today. He sees America as a crazy house... He sees a whole damn army of unemployed and billions of dollars and thousands of miles of land wasted... He sees how when people suffer just so much they get mean and ugly and something dies in them. But the main thing he sees is that the whole system of the world is built on a lie. And although it's as plain as the shining sun—the don't-knows have lived with that lie so long they just can't see it.
All we can do is go around telling the truth.
But look what the Church has done to Jesus during the last two thousand years. What they have made of Him. How they have turned every word He spoke for their own vile ends.
The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
The way I need you is a loneliness I cannot bear.
Then suddenly he felt a quickening in him. His heart turned and he leaned his back against the counter for support. For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and of valor. Of the endless fluid passage of humanity through endless time. And of those who labor and of those who—one word—love. His soul expanded. But for a moment only. For in him he felt a warning, a shaft of terror... he was suspended between radiance and darkness. Between bitter irony and faith.
Wherever you look there’s meanness and corruption. This room, this bottle of grape wine, these fruits in the basket, are all products of profit and loss. A fellow can’t live without giving his passive acceptance to meanness. Somebody wears his tail to a frazzle for every mouthful we eat and every stitch we wear—and nobody seems to know. Everybody is blind, dumb, and blunt-headed—stupid and mean.
But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.
If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are gone, either write things worth reading or do things worth writing.
In the face of brutality I was prudent. Before injustice I held my peace. I sacrificed the things in hand for the good of the hypothetical whole. I believed in the tongue instead of the fist. As an armor against oppression I taught patience and faith in the human soul I know now how wrong I was. I have been a traitor to myself and to my people. All that is not. Now is the time to act and to act quickly. Fight cunning with cunning and might with might.
There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
All men are lonely. But sometimes it seems to me that we Americans are the loneliest of all. Our hunger for foreign places and new ways has been with us almost like a national disease. Our literature is stamped with a quality of longing and unrest, and our writers have been great wanderers.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
But some might say, where was Tess's guardian Angel? Where was the providence of her simple faith? Perhaps... he was talking, or he was pursuing, or he was in a journey, or he was sleeping and not to be awaked... As Tess's own people down in those retreats are never tired of saying among each other in their fatalistic way: 'It was to be.'
He did not mention it because he was afraid of endangering his chance of her - the great prize of his life.
O, you have torn my life all to pieces, made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!
How can I pray for you, when I am forbidden to believe that the great Power who moves the world would alter his plans on my account?
My life looks as if it had been wasted for want of chances!
You are very good. But it strikes me that there is a want of harmony between your present mood of self-sacrifice and your past mood of self-preservation.
She would have laid down her life for thee.
You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted!
Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings.
O why have you treated me so monstrously, Angel ! I do not deserve it. I have thought it all over carefully, and I can never, never forgive you! You know that I did not intend to wrong you - why have you so wronged me? You are cruel, cruel indeed! I will try to forget you. It is all injustice I have received at your hands!
The two speechless gazers bent themselves down to the earth, as if in prayer, and remained there a long time, absolutely motionless: the flag continued to wave silently. As soon as they had strength they arose, joined hands again, and went on.
Too late, too late.
'THY, DAMNATION, SLUMBERETH, NOT.'
And the d'Urberville knights and dames slept on in their tombs unknowing.
He did not mention it because he was afraid of endangering his chance of her - the great prize of his life.
O, you have torn my life all to pieces, made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!
How can I pray for you, when I am forbidden to believe that the great Power who moves the world would alter his plans on my account?
My life looks as if it had been wasted for want of chances!
You are very good. But it strikes me that there is a want of harmony between your present mood of self-sacrifice and your past mood of self-preservation.
She would have laid down her life for thee.
You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted!
Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings.
O why have you treated me so monstrously, Angel ! I do not deserve it. I have thought it all over carefully, and I can never, never forgive you! You know that I did not intend to wrong you - why have you so wronged me? You are cruel, cruel indeed! I will try to forget you. It is all injustice I have received at your hands!
The two speechless gazers bent themselves down to the earth, as if in prayer, and remained there a long time, absolutely motionless: the flag continued to wave silently. As soon as they had strength they arose, joined hands again, and went on.
Too late, too late.
'THY, DAMNATION, SLUMBERETH, NOT.'
And the d'Urberville knights and dames slept on in their tombs unknowing.
Andrew Quotes
S: Are you following me?
A: I'll follow you anywhere.
"And you know how..."
S: You're about to push me over the edge.
A: It's okay, you have wings.
S: Don't ever leave me.
A: You can't get rid of me, sunshine. You've tried.
"When I first herd the idea I thought it udderly ridiculous, but the moo I thought about it, the the moo I decided to say hay! Let's milk it for all it's worth."
S: Everyone has their own trip.
A: That doesn't mean you have to go along for the ride.
"Sunshine..."
"I love your Dad."
"You were right. We would've died if I'd driven up to the Gap."
"I held it - we didn't die."
"You have to account for the ignorance of people."
"Brian, when I own my island..."
"Please continue what you were saying before your better sense so rudely interrupted."
"Some people don't like how modern technology allows you to be contacted at all times. So, they don't have a cell phone. Us, we don't have a doorbell."
S: You're driving me crazy.
A: Crazy like a wombat.
S: Who are you calling a wombat?
A: Oh, I think we both know who's the wombat in this house.
A: I bet a wombat could kick a squirrel's ass.
S: I bet no one in the history of man has said that sentence.
A: That's why I'm a literary genius.
S: I don't know how you save a girl like me.
A: I'm working on it.
S: They're driving me to drink.
A: I know sunshine, and they don't even have their licenses yet.
"Did you know that butterflies have dust on their wings?"
"Soon, you're going to have to admit you're running out of ammunition, sunshine."
"When I was young, I gave them the benefit of the doubt. Since then, they have proved me wrong."
"Goddamn aphids."
"Let me tell you something, any creature that's an enemy of my wife's rose bushes is an enemy of mine."
"To get a man to admit he's wrong, you have to convince him he has had a better idea."
S: Nothing I give is ever enough.
A: That's because I love everything about you so much. I could never get enough.
"When men act that way with you, it's more of a reflection on them than it is on you."
"It does no good to second guess a Suzie. You can only chase a Suzie."
"Some people call it chaos, some people call it pandemonium, I call it the nursery."
"That's it, that's the park!"
A: We're soulmates.
S: Yeah, but do you...
A: Two halves of the same walnut.
S: I wanna drive you crazy. Will you forgive me that?
A: I always forgive you, sunshine.
S: Have I that many sins?
A: It's your virtues that drive me crazy.
"I wish I knew more about small furry animals. Like I wish I knew if it was a badger, a groundhog, or a rabbit. Well, I'm pretty sure it wasn't a rabbit."
"If your goal is something you can win, you have the wrong goal."
S: What is ___'s purpose? He must have a purpose.
A: There is a purpose for every tool.
S: I'm lost.
A: Then I'm lost, too, until they find us.
A: The monkeys in my heart are rattling their cage.
A: Let the riff-raff sort themselves out, the bodies will be gone by morning.
S: Why does my head still hurt?
A: I've only been making singles.
S: Ah, so the pain is still coming through.
His Writings, Letters, Poems:
Whatever prices we pay: must they not be worth it? Is there anything too steep for this?
How many memories, now that you've fought and struggled to gain them, would you trade away?
I would not trade one of my barbs for someone else's rainbow.
Words, oh, words were never enough....
I cannot imagine raising a child with anyone else.
Have I told you how much I love my wedding ring? It's like in Genesis when suddenly the realization of nakedness came, all this time my finger has been bare, and now it knows what it means to be covered.
Each step falls with a muted grind, a steady metronome counting in an orchestra that will never play.
You can make anyone realize how foolish they were thinking poorly of something or someone, and make them delight in that which they once were saddened by.
This is who man imagined when he wrote of the water nymph.
Even the meekest soul can only hold a coward's pose for so long.
I walk forward upon the gritty earth. I leave no footprints. But there is nothing that has been left anywhere here. There is only now.
If nothing else I have something to walk towards. Something to ensure I am walking continually in the same direction, instead of wandering in circles.
I love the beauty you find. That's something I've always been in awe of you, is your eye for beauty. You find it everywhere. Sometimes when you point it out I feel like I've had my eyes always closed, like everyone has their eyes closed, and Suzy is going round opening our eyes one by one... first the left and then the right, and showing us how beautiful the world is....
Regardless of whether I knew so or not, this is what I have been searching for. That may be the definition of fate.
I don't like him standing there. Though I've no reason to believe he means me harm, this strange journey has imparted a need to be able to access doorways which I may retain for the rest of my life.
For a moment I fear my resolve will be stolen as well, but it remains.
My next step finds nothing, and I falter back to the security of the ledge. A silent prayer passes through my lips, my eyes close, and I push forward into the water, diving head first towards the center. Towards the bottom.
Suddenly I understand. She had said, "A cranberry and vodka is all it takes to get rid of my problems. Only thing is, in the morning I wake up with brand new ones."
It's funny the people that get to see God. Some people can spend their whole lives in deep meditation for that one instant when bam! They've hit a transcendental peak. Others are just going about their daily life, when some jerk runs a red light. Bam! Next thing they know they're headed towards the bright lights. Whether it's trauma or drugs or deep prayer, only a handful will ever make it.
This book to save the world, I've written to save myself.
A: I'll follow you anywhere.
"And you know how..."
S: You're about to push me over the edge.
A: It's okay, you have wings.
S: Don't ever leave me.
A: You can't get rid of me, sunshine. You've tried.
"When I first herd the idea I thought it udderly ridiculous, but the moo I thought about it, the the moo I decided to say hay! Let's milk it for all it's worth."
S: Everyone has their own trip.
A: That doesn't mean you have to go along for the ride.
"Sunshine..."
"I love your Dad."
"You were right. We would've died if I'd driven up to the Gap."
"I held it - we didn't die."
"You have to account for the ignorance of people."
"Brian, when I own my island..."
"Please continue what you were saying before your better sense so rudely interrupted."
"Some people don't like how modern technology allows you to be contacted at all times. So, they don't have a cell phone. Us, we don't have a doorbell."
S: You're driving me crazy.
A: Crazy like a wombat.
S: Who are you calling a wombat?
A: Oh, I think we both know who's the wombat in this house.
A: I bet a wombat could kick a squirrel's ass.
S: I bet no one in the history of man has said that sentence.
A: That's why I'm a literary genius.
S: I don't know how you save a girl like me.
A: I'm working on it.
S: They're driving me to drink.
A: I know sunshine, and they don't even have their licenses yet.
"Did you know that butterflies have dust on their wings?"
"Soon, you're going to have to admit you're running out of ammunition, sunshine."
"When I was young, I gave them the benefit of the doubt. Since then, they have proved me wrong."
"Goddamn aphids."
"Let me tell you something, any creature that's an enemy of my wife's rose bushes is an enemy of mine."
"To get a man to admit he's wrong, you have to convince him he has had a better idea."
S: Nothing I give is ever enough.
A: That's because I love everything about you so much. I could never get enough.
"When men act that way with you, it's more of a reflection on them than it is on you."
"It does no good to second guess a Suzie. You can only chase a Suzie."
"Some people call it chaos, some people call it pandemonium, I call it the nursery."
"That's it, that's the park!"
A: We're soulmates.
S: Yeah, but do you...
A: Two halves of the same walnut.
S: I wanna drive you crazy. Will you forgive me that?
A: I always forgive you, sunshine.
S: Have I that many sins?
A: It's your virtues that drive me crazy.
"I wish I knew more about small furry animals. Like I wish I knew if it was a badger, a groundhog, or a rabbit. Well, I'm pretty sure it wasn't a rabbit."
"If your goal is something you can win, you have the wrong goal."
S: What is ___'s purpose? He must have a purpose.
A: There is a purpose for every tool.
S: I'm lost.
A: Then I'm lost, too, until they find us.
A: The monkeys in my heart are rattling their cage.
A: Let the riff-raff sort themselves out, the bodies will be gone by morning.
S: Why does my head still hurt?
A: I've only been making singles.
S: Ah, so the pain is still coming through.
His Writings, Letters, Poems:
Whatever prices we pay: must they not be worth it? Is there anything too steep for this?
How many memories, now that you've fought and struggled to gain them, would you trade away?
I would not trade one of my barbs for someone else's rainbow.
Words, oh, words were never enough....
I cannot imagine raising a child with anyone else.
Have I told you how much I love my wedding ring? It's like in Genesis when suddenly the realization of nakedness came, all this time my finger has been bare, and now it knows what it means to be covered.
Each step falls with a muted grind, a steady metronome counting in an orchestra that will never play.
You can make anyone realize how foolish they were thinking poorly of something or someone, and make them delight in that which they once were saddened by.
This is who man imagined when he wrote of the water nymph.
Even the meekest soul can only hold a coward's pose for so long.
I walk forward upon the gritty earth. I leave no footprints. But there is nothing that has been left anywhere here. There is only now.
If nothing else I have something to walk towards. Something to ensure I am walking continually in the same direction, instead of wandering in circles.
I love the beauty you find. That's something I've always been in awe of you, is your eye for beauty. You find it everywhere. Sometimes when you point it out I feel like I've had my eyes always closed, like everyone has their eyes closed, and Suzy is going round opening our eyes one by one... first the left and then the right, and showing us how beautiful the world is....
Regardless of whether I knew so or not, this is what I have been searching for. That may be the definition of fate.
I don't like him standing there. Though I've no reason to believe he means me harm, this strange journey has imparted a need to be able to access doorways which I may retain for the rest of my life.
For a moment I fear my resolve will be stolen as well, but it remains.
My next step finds nothing, and I falter back to the security of the ledge. A silent prayer passes through my lips, my eyes close, and I push forward into the water, diving head first towards the center. Towards the bottom.
Suddenly I understand. She had said, "A cranberry and vodka is all it takes to get rid of my problems. Only thing is, in the morning I wake up with brand new ones."
It's funny the people that get to see God. Some people can spend their whole lives in deep meditation for that one instant when bam! They've hit a transcendental peak. Others are just going about their daily life, when some jerk runs a red light. Bam! Next thing they know they're headed towards the bright lights. Whether it's trauma or drugs or deep prayer, only a handful will ever make it.
This book to save the world, I've written to save myself.
Tori Amos Lyrics
What's it gonna take?
Til my baby's alright?
What's it gonna take?
Those angels can't ever take my place.
Will we pay for who we've been?
This is not really happening--
You bet your life it is.
But, what if I'm a mermaid in these jeans of his with her name still on it?
All the way to New York--
I can feel the distance getting close.
You always felt like suede.
Show me the ways to get back to the garden.
I loved his secret places,
but I can't go anymore.
Why am I here if love isn't forever?
We'll see how brave you are.
we'll see how fast you'll be running.
we'll see how brave you are.
Get out of my garden.
But, I believe in peace
I believe in peace, bitch.
I'm aware what the rules are, but you know that I will run.
I knew then it would be a lifelong sort of thing.
So, you found a girl
who thinks really deep thoughts.
What's so amazing about really deep thoughts?
Maybe a bright sandy beach is gonna bring you back.
And I rode along side you until you lost me there in the open road.
Rabbit-- where'd you put the keys, girl?
Yes, my loyalties turned
like my ankle
in the seventh grade
running after Billy,
running after the rain.
He moved like the sunset.
God, who painted that?
Breadcrumbs lost under the snow.
There's nothing we cannot ever fix, I said.
Can't forget the things you never said.
You sign Prince of Darkness,
try Squire of Dimness.
I don't need much to keep me warm.
Brothers and lovers she and I were,
Now she seems to be sand under his shoes.
She said she knew what my books did not.
I almost ran over an angel.
He had a nice big fat cigar.
"In a sense," he said, "You're alone here.
So, if you jump, you best jump far."
Maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen.
I'm much stronger than you know.
Sometimes,
I'm not afraid to let it show.
But, I only can see myself
skating around the truth who I am.
But I know, Dad, the ice is getting thin.
You say you packed my things,
And divided what was mine,
you're off to the mountain top.
I say her skinny legs could use sun.
Rest your shoulders, Peaches and Cream.
Everywhere a Judas as far as you can see.
Tell me you're crazy.
Maybe then I'll understand.
We scream in catherdrals:
Why can't it be beautiful?
Why does there gotta be a sacrifice?
In your eyes I saw the future together.
You just look away in the distance.
Make me laugh:
say you know what you want.
You said you'd find me,
but I can't see New York.
I'm trying not to move,
it's just your ghost passing through.
How could I resist?
You are desire.
When all is said and done,
who can love you and still be standing?
I thought you'd see with me,
you wouldn't have to be something new.
Maybe you never learned to take.
I never saw a light move like yours.
And you would if I would,
but you never would.
You just lift your lamp, and I will follow.
I have to get to Texas,
said I have to get to Texas,
and I'll give away my blue blue dress.
In the lush Virginia hills,
they kept her as long as they could.
In the garden,
I did no crime.
Things are getting desperate
when all the boys can't be men.
She may beytray all that she loves.
It's funny the things that you find in the rain.
I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yelling at me again.
And I thought
with you
I wouldn't have to be
a magazine.
Oh Virginia,
do you remember
when the land held your hand?
I was built to tolerate your temperature.
I shaved every place where you'd been, boy.
Come along now little darling.
we'll see how brave you are.
Cutting my hands up every time I touch you.
Everybody looking at you,
Here, take ahold of my hand.
Yeah, I can hear them.
Love, it's one of life's complications.
I did not ask for this:
Oh, but love-- yes, you did.
I put my hand in my father's glove.
I run off
where the drifts get deeper.
My dark twin,
the annihilating Feminine,
does not need
civilizing.
Boys on my left side,
Boys on my right side,
Boys in the middle
and you're not here.
Don't tell me a woman did this to you.
Boy, your boots can leave a mess.
I guess I didn't want to notice,
the stars gone from your eyes.
She's been everybody else's girl.
Maybe one day she'll be her own.
I can fight by your side and withstand anything.
I guessed the kind of man
that you would turn out to be.
Purple sunset, orange moon.
Yes, I know what you think of me--
you never shut-up.
Yeah, I can hear that.
I believe in defending what we once stood for.
I have to trust you'll know
this digital ghost.
Victory is an elusive whore.
She is as easily mine
as she is yours.
The wind is making speeches,
and the rain sounds like a round of applause.
I wonder when will I learn
blue isn't red.
Everybody knows this.
And you losing you
was not a part of this plan.
Slip and slide my way through this charade.
What will be, will be
over my dead body.
What you stole, I would have given freely.
A six pack of coke and a bottle of Jack.
"Whatever you do," he said, "look after that."
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now.
Jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days.
She says a girl needs a gun these days.
Got enough guilt to start my own religion.
Last time I checked,
He came to light the lamp for everyone.
Just what God needs,
one more victim.
And my heart is sick of being in chains.
He says, Will you ever learn--
You're just an empty cage, girl,
if you kill the bird.
Butterflies don't belong in nets.
It's kind of funny things you think
at times like these.
Like, I haven't seen Barbados
so I must get out of this.
Til my baby's alright?
What's it gonna take?
Those angels can't ever take my place.
Will we pay for who we've been?
This is not really happening--
You bet your life it is.
But, what if I'm a mermaid in these jeans of his with her name still on it?
All the way to New York--
I can feel the distance getting close.
You always felt like suede.
Show me the ways to get back to the garden.
I loved his secret places,
but I can't go anymore.
Why am I here if love isn't forever?
We'll see how brave you are.
we'll see how fast you'll be running.
we'll see how brave you are.
Get out of my garden.
But, I believe in peace
I believe in peace, bitch.
I'm aware what the rules are, but you know that I will run.
I knew then it would be a lifelong sort of thing.
So, you found a girl
who thinks really deep thoughts.
What's so amazing about really deep thoughts?
Maybe a bright sandy beach is gonna bring you back.
And I rode along side you until you lost me there in the open road.
Rabbit-- where'd you put the keys, girl?
Yes, my loyalties turned
like my ankle
in the seventh grade
running after Billy,
running after the rain.
He moved like the sunset.
God, who painted that?
Breadcrumbs lost under the snow.
There's nothing we cannot ever fix, I said.
Can't forget the things you never said.
You sign Prince of Darkness,
try Squire of Dimness.
I don't need much to keep me warm.
Brothers and lovers she and I were,
Now she seems to be sand under his shoes.
She said she knew what my books did not.
I almost ran over an angel.
He had a nice big fat cigar.
"In a sense," he said, "You're alone here.
So, if you jump, you best jump far."
Maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen.
I'm much stronger than you know.
Sometimes,
I'm not afraid to let it show.
But, I only can see myself
skating around the truth who I am.
But I know, Dad, the ice is getting thin.
You say you packed my things,
And divided what was mine,
you're off to the mountain top.
I say her skinny legs could use sun.
Rest your shoulders, Peaches and Cream.
Everywhere a Judas as far as you can see.
Tell me you're crazy.
Maybe then I'll understand.
We scream in catherdrals:
Why can't it be beautiful?
Why does there gotta be a sacrifice?
In your eyes I saw the future together.
You just look away in the distance.
Make me laugh:
say you know what you want.
You said you'd find me,
but I can't see New York.
I'm trying not to move,
it's just your ghost passing through.
How could I resist?
You are desire.
When all is said and done,
who can love you and still be standing?
I thought you'd see with me,
you wouldn't have to be something new.
Maybe you never learned to take.
I never saw a light move like yours.
And you would if I would,
but you never would.
You just lift your lamp, and I will follow.
I have to get to Texas,
said I have to get to Texas,
and I'll give away my blue blue dress.
In the lush Virginia hills,
they kept her as long as they could.
In the garden,
I did no crime.
Things are getting desperate
when all the boys can't be men.
She may beytray all that she loves.
It's funny the things that you find in the rain.
I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yelling at me again.
And I thought
with you
I wouldn't have to be
a magazine.
Oh Virginia,
do you remember
when the land held your hand?
I was built to tolerate your temperature.
I shaved every place where you'd been, boy.
Come along now little darling.
we'll see how brave you are.
Cutting my hands up every time I touch you.
Everybody looking at you,
Here, take ahold of my hand.
Yeah, I can hear them.
Love, it's one of life's complications.
I did not ask for this:
Oh, but love-- yes, you did.
I put my hand in my father's glove.
I run off
where the drifts get deeper.
My dark twin,
the annihilating Feminine,
does not need
civilizing.
Boys on my left side,
Boys on my right side,
Boys in the middle
and you're not here.
Don't tell me a woman did this to you.
Boy, your boots can leave a mess.
I guess I didn't want to notice,
the stars gone from your eyes.
She's been everybody else's girl.
Maybe one day she'll be her own.
I can fight by your side and withstand anything.
I guessed the kind of man
that you would turn out to be.
Purple sunset, orange moon.
Yes, I know what you think of me--
you never shut-up.
Yeah, I can hear that.
I believe in defending what we once stood for.
I have to trust you'll know
this digital ghost.
Victory is an elusive whore.
She is as easily mine
as she is yours.
The wind is making speeches,
and the rain sounds like a round of applause.
I wonder when will I learn
blue isn't red.
Everybody knows this.
And you losing you
was not a part of this plan.
Slip and slide my way through this charade.
What will be, will be
over my dead body.
What you stole, I would have given freely.
A six pack of coke and a bottle of Jack.
"Whatever you do," he said, "look after that."
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now.
Jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days.
She says a girl needs a gun these days.
Got enough guilt to start my own religion.
Last time I checked,
He came to light the lamp for everyone.
Just what God needs,
one more victim.
And my heart is sick of being in chains.
He says, Will you ever learn--
You're just an empty cage, girl,
if you kill the bird.
Butterflies don't belong in nets.
It's kind of funny things you think
at times like these.
Like, I haven't seen Barbados
so I must get out of this.
F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.”
"Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains..."
“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her, and it is the beginning of everything.”
"You never know what's coming for you."
“In the real dark night of the soul it is always three o' clock in the morning, day after day.”
"'You'll find another.'
'God! Banish the thought. Why don't you tell me that if the girl had been worth having she'd have waited for you? No, sir, the girl really worth having won't wait for anybody.'"
"Amory wondered how people could fail to notice that he was a boy marked for glory, and when faces of the throng turned toward him and ambiguous eyes stared into his, he assumed the most romantic of expressions and walked on the air cushions that lie on the asphalts of fourteen..."
"No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart."
"The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky."
"For the intimate revelations of young men or at least the terms in which they express them are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions."
"Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it."
"The rich get richer and the poor get — children.”
“'They’re a rotten crowd’, I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.'”
“I had taken two finger-bowls of champagne, and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental, and profound.”
"As he took her hand she saw him look her over from head to foot, a gesture she recognized and that made her feel at home, but gave her always a faint feeling of superiority to whoever made it. If her person was property she could exercise whatever advantage was inherent in its ownership."
“Her voice is full of money.”
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
"I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again."
"In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars."
"Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope."
"...one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty−one that everything afterward savors of anti−climax."
"I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won't."
"He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself."
"Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life."
"Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand."
"'Think how you love me,' she whispered.'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.'
'You'll always be like this to me.'
'Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.'"
""Ah," she cried, "you look so cool." Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table.
"You always look so cool," she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw."
"Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice, and I’ll tell you a story."
"It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being."
"I want leisure to read—an immense amount."
"I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me."
"All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from one phrase-- 'I love you.'"
"It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people."
"I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library."
"Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away."
"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise."
"Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure."
"Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry."
"All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.'"
"Then, as though it had been waiting on a near by roof for their arrival, the moon came slanting suddenly through the vines and turned the girl's face the color of white roses."
"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."
"Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known."
"For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk."
"You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming."
"And after reading Thoreau I felt how much I have lost by leaving nature out of my life."
"With people like us our home is where we are not."
"So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight."
"Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains..."
“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her, and it is the beginning of everything.”
"You never know what's coming for you."
“In the real dark night of the soul it is always three o' clock in the morning, day after day.”
"'You'll find another.'
'God! Banish the thought. Why don't you tell me that if the girl had been worth having she'd have waited for you? No, sir, the girl really worth having won't wait for anybody.'"
"Amory wondered how people could fail to notice that he was a boy marked for glory, and when faces of the throng turned toward him and ambiguous eyes stared into his, he assumed the most romantic of expressions and walked on the air cushions that lie on the asphalts of fourteen..."
"No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart."
"The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky."
"For the intimate revelations of young men or at least the terms in which they express them are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions."
"Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it."
"The rich get richer and the poor get — children.”
“'They’re a rotten crowd’, I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.'”
“I had taken two finger-bowls of champagne, and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental, and profound.”
"As he took her hand she saw him look her over from head to foot, a gesture she recognized and that made her feel at home, but gave her always a faint feeling of superiority to whoever made it. If her person was property she could exercise whatever advantage was inherent in its ownership."
“Her voice is full of money.”
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
"I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again."
"In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars."
"Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope."
"...one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty−one that everything afterward savors of anti−climax."
"I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won't."
"He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself."
"Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life."
"Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand."
"'Think how you love me,' she whispered.'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.'
'You'll always be like this to me.'
'Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.'"
""Ah," she cried, "you look so cool." Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table.
"You always look so cool," she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw."
"Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice, and I’ll tell you a story."
"It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being."
"I want leisure to read—an immense amount."
"I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me."
"All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from one phrase-- 'I love you.'"
"It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people."
"I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library."
"Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away."
"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise."
"Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure."
"Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry."
"All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.'"
"Then, as though it had been waiting on a near by roof for their arrival, the moon came slanting suddenly through the vines and turned the girl's face the color of white roses."
"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."
"Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known."
"For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk."
"You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming."
"And after reading Thoreau I felt how much I have lost by leaving nature out of my life."
"With people like us our home is where we are not."
"So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight."
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