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POLONIUS : My Lord, I will use them according to their desert. HAMLET : God's bodykins man, better. Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity. The less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty.

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Por lo demás, la literatura no es otra cosa que un sueño dirigido.

Po njerëzit janë të ndryshëm. Ka të tillë, fytyra e të cilëve të rri përherë përpara. E njëjta. E pandryshuar. Ti e sheh dhe s'kupton asgjë. Mendon: "si është bërë kjo fytyrë e tillë indifirente e pakuptim. Dhe këtë unë duhet ta shoh çdo ditë, çdo orë, çdo çast të jetës sime; këtë fytyrë pa jetë... (shih jeta ç'fytyrë pa jetë na paska?!); ka të tjerë që kacavirren nëpër trupin tënd si ata kërmijtë dhe aty nëpër gjethe të ndërgjegjes sate lënë jargët e tyre; ka edhe nga ata, që ti ndofta nuk i ke parë asnjëherë , s'ke biseduar kurrë, se ndofta ata kanë rënë përmbys atje te xhamia e tabakëve, kanë rënë vite të shkuara, po ti e sheh, endjen edhe tani që ata janë përmbysur duke lënë një boshllëk të madh te ti, kanë hapur një zbrazësirë, që edge tani të prek me gishtërinjtë e gjatë e të ftohtë të kujtimit të vet. Dhe ti je i gëzuar, je i lumtur që dikur ata kanë jetuar.

Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.

Possible impossibility emerges From an impossible possibility, Or possibly, impossible possibility Blooms from the impossibly possible impossibility.

Possible is more a matter of attitude, A matter of decision, to choose Among the impossible possibilities, When one sound opportunity Becomes a possible solution.

Post-structuralism is a reaction to structuralism and works against seeing language as a stable, closed system. It is a shift from seeing the poem or novel as a closed entity, equipped with definite meanings which it is the critic's task to decipher, to seeing literature as irreducibly plural, an endless play of signifiers which can never be finally nailed down to a single center, essence, or meaning. Jan Rybicki, 2003

Praise be to God, Who has so disposed matters that pleasant literary anecdotes may serve as an instrument for the polishing of wits and the cleansing of rust from our hearts.

Pretense cannot sustain blind power.

Procreation annihilates eternity.

Progress is not one of those floating comparatives, so beloved of our friends in advertising, we need a context, a perspective. What are we better than? Who are we better than? Examine this statement: Most people are better off. Financially? socially? educationally? medically? spiritually? I dare not ask if you are happy? Are you happy?

Pull back the curtain and jump down the rabbit hole.

Publishers are businesses and I don’t blame them for that. If they didn’t make money by publishing books, there wouldn’t be any books.

Puns are at their core defined by multiplicity of meaning, not necessarily humor. The common expectation that puns should always be funny, or die in the attempt, is a relatively modern development.

Put aside all the things they deem "wrong" and simply write. Conscious writing comes from within, so at the end of the day, its your "word" not theirs.

Quando vennero presentati, lui fece una battuta, sperando di piacere. Lei rise a crepapelle, sperando di piacere. Poi se ne tornarono a casa in macchina, ognuno per conto suo, lo sguardo fisso davanti a sé, la stessa identica smorfia sul viso. A quello che li aveva presentati nessuno dei due piaceva troppo, anche se faceva finta di sí, visto che ci teneva tanto a mantenere sempre buoni rapporti con tutti. Sai, non si sa mai, in fondo, o invece sì, o invece sì.

Rainer Maria Rilke greeted and wrestled with the angels of his Duino Elegies in the solitude of a castle surrounded by white cliffs tall trees and the sea. I greeted most of mine in the solitude of a house that still vibrated with the throbs of a singular life that had helped shape many lives and with the ache of attempts to render useful service to that life. The River of Winged Dreams was therefore constructed as a link between dimensions of past and future emotions and intellect and matter and spirit.

Raflara doğru ilerledi Stoddart Lectures kitabın birinci cildi ile geri döndü. "Görüyor musunuz?" diye bağırdı muzaffer bir edayla, "İşte hakiki bir kitap. Ne kadar yanılmışım . Bu adam tam bir Belasco!1 Bu büyük bir zafer. Ne zevkli ne güzel bir seçim! Hem haddini bilip sayfaları da kesip azaltmamış. Daha ne istenir ki?" 1 David Belasco (1853 - 1931) Amerikalı Oyun yazarı. Devasa bir kütüphaneye sahipti.

Rather than pound or a national mind that he believed had been closed by his critics, John Quincy Adams decided to seek a place in the is the esteem of future generations.

Read for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head. But also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition, read the dry sardonic remarks of cynical philosophers like Cioran or even Carl Schmitt, read newspapers, read those who despise, dismiss or simply ignore poetry and try to understand why they do it. Read your enemies, read those who reinforce your sense of what's evolving in poetry, and also read those whose darkness or malice or madness or greatness you can't understand because only in this way will you grow, outlive yourself, and become what you are.

Read good books to improve your life.

Reading is a full contact sport; we crash up against the wave of words with all of our intellectual, imaginative, and emotional resources. What results can sometimes be as much our creation as the novelist's or playwright's.

Reagan's failure to become a truly great movie star has been ascribed to project menace, sexuality, or even moral ambiguity.

Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you.

Reading will help you to discover your sacred-self

Read sometimes for the story, Bobby. Don't be like the book-snobs who won't do that. Read sometimes for the words - the language. Don't be like the play-it-safers that won't do that. But when you find a book that has both good story and good words, treasure that book.

Reading is for pleasure; it’s not another form of social competition. Leave those literary Joneses to it.

Real poetry is art at its purest sense. It is never a commodity, but a breath of eternity.

Real life, life finally uncovered and clarified, the only life in consequence lived to the full, is literature. Life in this sense dwells within all ordinary people as much as the artist. But they do not see it because they are not trying to shed light on it.

Recognize that you have been chosen to be alive, right now, at this exact moment in time and know that none of that is random. There is something about you, your past or your future that is required at this exact moment in history. We need to know who you are and what you have been through.

Read the great books, gentlemen,” Mr. Monte said one day. “Just the great ones. Ignore the others. There’s not enough time.

Reading is like breathing in and writing is like breathing out.

Reading is solitude. One reads alone, even in another's presence.

Real geniuses would like that what we think of ourselves is true.

Real life often ends badly, like our marriage did, Pat. And literature tries to document this reality, while showing us it is still possible for people to endure nobly.

Rebuilding is something that is practically difficult than starting over from nothing.

Remember, nothing happens before it’s supposed to, so trust that, as you are striving for authenticity and personal excellence, the recognition of your life’s purpose is nearing closer.

Remember, life is a bit tough most of the time. Also remember, if it was easy it would be boring.

Rumi speaks of people who rely upon the written word as sometimes being no more than donkeys laden with books.

Rien n’est plus facile que d’être original moyennant un faux absolu, et cela l’est d’autant plus quand cet absolu est négatif, car détruire est plus facile que construire. L’humanisme, c’est le règne de l’horizontalité, soit naïve, soit perfide ; comme c’est – par là même – la négation de l’Absolu, c’est également la porte ouverte à une multitude d’absoluités factices, souvent négatives, subversives et destructives par surcroît. Il n’est pas trop difficile d’être original avec de telles intentions et de tels moyens ; il suffisait d’y penser. Remarquons que la subversion englobe, non seulement les programmes philosophiques et moraux destinés à saper l’ordre normal des choses, mais aussi – en littérature et sur un plan apparemment anodin – tout ce qui peut satisfaire une curiosité malsaine : à savoir tous les récits fantasques, grotesques, lugubres, « noirs », donc sataniques à leur façon, et propres à prédisposer les hommes à tous les excès et à toutes les perversions ; c’est là le côté sinistre du romantisme. Sans avoir la moindre crainte d’être « enfant » ni le moindre souci d’être « adulte », nous nous passons volontiers de ces sombres insanités, et nous sommes pleinement satisfaits de Blanche-Neige et de la Belle au bois dormant.

Sang Ly, we are literature-our lives, our hopes, our desires, our despairs, our passions, our strengths, our weaknesses. Stories express our longing not only to make a difference today but to see what is possible for tomorrow. Literature has been called a handbook for the art of being human.

Sappho isn't really meant to be read. It's meant to be sung and there were dances for the songs, also. Sappho was a performance artist, and now she exists as a textual project. She was saved by her critics, and by people who wrote of her in letters to each other. As the morning sun lathers the pool through the long windows and stripes the opposite walls in gold, I look at the fragment translations. She's paper, too. A paper poet for a paper boy. People claim to be translating her but they don't, really, they use her to write poems from as they fill in the gaps in the fragments. A duet. She may have meant for these to be solos but they're duets now, though the second singer blends in with the first. The first singer in this case is offstage, like in the old days of stars who couldn't sing, a real singer hidden behind a curtain, which is the velvet drape of history.

Say you've just read Faulkner's 'Barn Burning'. Like the son in the story, you've sensed the faults in your father's character. Thinking about them makes you uncomfortable, left alone you'd probably close the book and move on to other thoughts. But instead you are taken in hand by a tall, brooding man with a distinguished limp who involves you and a roomful of other boys in the consideration of what it means to be a son. The loyalty that is your duty and your worth and your problem. The goodness of loyalty and its difficulties and snares, how loyalty might also become betrayal - of the self and the world outside the circle of blood. You've never had this conversation before, not with anyone. And even as its happening you understand that just as your father's troubles with the world - emotional frailty, self-doubt, incomplete honesty - will not lead him to set it on fire, your own loyalty will never be the stuff of tragedy. You will not turn bravely and painfully from your father, as the boy in the story does, but foresake him, without regret. And as you accept that separation, it seems to happen; your father's sad, fleshy face grows vague, and you blink it away and look up to where your teachers leans against his desk, one hand in a coat pocket, the other rubbing his bum knee as he listens desolately to the clever bore behind you saying something about bird imagery.

Re-vision--the act of looking back, of seeing with fresh eyes, of entering an old text from a new critical direction--is for women more than a chapter in cultural history: it is an act of survival. Until we can understand the assumptions in which we are drenched we cannot know ourselves. And this drive to self-knowledge, for women, is more than a search for identity: it is part of our refusal of the self-destructiveness of male-dominated society. A radical critique of literature, feminist in its impulse, would take the work first of all as a clue to how we live, how we have been living, how we have been led to imagine ourselves, how our language has trapped as well as liberated us, how the very act of naming has been till now a male prerogative, and how we can begin to see and name--and therefore live--afresh. A change in the concept of sexual identity is essential if we are not going to see the old political order reassert itself in every new revolution. We need to know the writing of the past, and know it differently than we have ever known it; not to pass on a tradition but to break its hold over us.

Salah satu bentuk kemalasan seorang perempuan adalah untuk mencari jati diri yang selanjutnya paska berumahtangga. Rasa kenyamanan memang bisa menghancurkan.

Say No! Accept the burdens of revenge.

School children, who have enjoyed reading a romance or a detective thriller or a novel about terror and conquest, make the invariable mistake of studying literature in the college. They make the mistake of learning theory in place of art; they acquire impediments in their own enjoyment of the books by allowing a set of theories to govern their own reading.

School does not make people, it is learning that makes people great, that is why you see first class students fail and poor. The world is not ruled by those who went to school, it is ruled by those who learn everyday.

Science has discovered that, like any work of literature, the human genome is a text in need of commentary, for what Eliot said of poetry is also true of DNA: 'all meanings depend on the key of interpretation.' What makes us human, and what makes each of us his or her own human, is not simply the genes that we have buried into our base pairs, but how our cells, in dialogue with our environment, feed back to our DNA, changing the way we read ourselves. Life is a dialectic.