February 2011
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January 2011
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‘Thirteen’ by Elliott Smith (Big Star Cover) via...
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Relationships
“Being with someone is fun and it’s great and all, but it’s better not to be tied down. Then you can do what you want to do, not what the other person wants you to do. You can’t change people,” he said. He was standing by the refrigerator scooping more ice into his glass. “Women are crazy bitches, Shelby. I’m sorry, but you all are. Maybe not you, but everyone else.” I laughed but didn’t say...
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Love and the Afterlife
“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me— it still sometimes happens— and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we...
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“When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears....”
– Albert Camus, A Happy Death
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“How strange would appear to be this thing that men call pleasure! And how...”
– Plato’s Phaedo
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Hermann Hesse
Im Gedicht „Im Nebel” sehen die Leser einen Mann, der durch die Nebel wandert. Er sieht Bäume und Steine, und wegen der Nebel glaubt er, dass jeder Stein und Baum nicht den anderen sehen kann. Dann vergleicht der Erzähler den einzigen Baum und Stein zu einem Mann. „Als noch [sein] Leben licht war”, hatte er Freunde und deshalb Liebe, aber jetzt findet er allein “im Nebel”....
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The Sun Also Rises
A taxi came up the street, the waiter hanging out at the side. I tipped him and told the driver where to drive, and got in beside Brett. The driver started up the street. I settled back. Brett moved close to me. We sat close against each other. I put my arm around her and she rested against me comfortably. It was very hot and bright, and the houses looked sharply white. We turned out onto the...
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“Suicide is such a powerful end. It reaches back and scrambles the beginning. It...”
– Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself: A Road Trip with David Foster Wallace
Anonymous asked: I love your blog, especially your quotes. Do you have a favorite quote?
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Notre Dame de Paris
It concerns me that most people do not appreciate novels that require a little work and diligence to read. Take, for example, The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Sure, the lengthy novel is quite wordy, but as readers we are digging for gold! We must sort through what’s offered to us to find the pieces of value. And trust me, Hunchback has much to offer. Only rivaled by East of Eden, Hunchback...
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Bukowski
Heinrich Karl Bukowski (besser bekannt als Charles Bukowski)ist ein sehr beliebter Autor um die ganze Welt. Seine Romane sind bekannter als seine Gedichte, aber nichtsdestoweniger wurde seine Sammlungen von Gedichte gut angekommen. Seine Mutter kam aus Deutschland und sein Vater war ein amerikanischer Soldat im ersten Weltkrieg. Bukowski wurde 1920 in der Stadt Andernach geboren und während seine...
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Dass Du Mich Liebst // That You Love Me
A cheesy love poem, but it’s touching I suppose (translation at bottom).
Dass du mich liebst, das wusst ich, Ich hatt es längst endeckt; Doch als du mir’s gestanden, Hat es mich tief erschreckt. Ich stieg wohl auf die Berge Und jubelte und sang; Ich ging an’s Meer und weinte Beim Sonnenuntergang. Mein Herz ist wie die Sonne So flammend anzuseh’n, Und in ein Meer von Liebe...
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Majors
College is so strange - eventually we all have to pick one concentration rather than absorb everything all at once, Renaissance style. I suppose going to a Liberal Arts school creates the facade of the latter, but who honestly devotes enough attention to other subjects when the classes for your concentration demand all of your brain power? I originally signed up for a mathematics and theology...
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Mein Beliebtes Reisezeil// My Favorite Travel...
I don’t write in German very often, so please don’t unfollow me if you can’t understand this.
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Mein beliebtes Reiseziel ist immer Washington State, und das obwohl ich schon da war. Mein lieblingsonkel und Tante wohnen in der kleinen Stadt Sedro-Woolley, die in der Mitte zwischen Seattle und Vancouver liegt. Die Flugkarten kostet ungefähr 500 dollars,...
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“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem...”
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“There are times when I look at people and I see nothing worth liking. I want to...”
– Daniel Plainview, There Will be Blood
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“I’ll never tell you nightmare things.”
– John Steinbeck, East of Eden
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Middle-Aged, Circle-Shaped Glasses, a Little Pudgy
“Good evening, gorgeous.”
I stopped filling a tray of caramels and turned to face him. “Oh, hi. Is there anything I can help you with, sir?”The man—middle-aged, circle-shaped glasses, a little pudgy—didn’t immediately answer my question. He just stared at me with a crooked smile. His son—16 years old, athletic pants, gangly—stood quietly behind the man and half-heartedly laughed when his father...
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“You really should have bought shoes with better traction, dear,” the lady outside a local boutique called out to me. Her bags of new, expensive perfume and frilly scarves were pinned tightly under her arm as she gripped the handrail with the other. I picked myself up off the ice and nodded to her. “Those boots are cute, but cute isn’t everything.”
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“We are as forlorn as children lost in the woods. When you stand in front of me...”
– Franz Kafka (via mer-et-soleil)
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