Best 14 quotes in «everything is illuminated quotes» category

Brod’s life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. Table, ivory elephant charm, rainbow, onion, hairdo, mollusk, Shabbos, violence, cuticle, melodrama, ditch, honey, doily… None of it moved her. She addressed her world honestly, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her, but to each she would have to say, I don’t love you. Bark-brown fence post: I don’t love you. Poem too long: I don’t love you. Physics, the idea of you, the laws of you: I don’t love you. Nothing felt like anything more than what it actually was. Everything was just a thing, mired completely in its thingness.

The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know you are sad.

He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy.

But I do not do these things because we are a family. I do them because they are common decencies. That is an idiom that the hero taught me. I do them because I am not a big fucking asshole.

They do not desire anything more than everything they have known.

I have been waiting for you for so long.” I pointed to the car. “We are searching for Trachimbrod.” “Oh,” she said and she released a river of tears. “You are here. I am it.

Puoi levarti anche le calze?" Gli chiedeva lei. "E i calzoni?" "E tu ti puoi levare i tuoi?" "Sono timida anch'io," diceva lei, il che – per quanto avessero visto i rispettivi corpi nudi centinaia, anzi probabilmente migliaia di volte, era vero. Non si erano mai visti da lontano. Non avevano mai conosciuto l’intimità più profonda, quella raggiungibile solo con la distanza. Lei andava al foro e lo guardava in silenzio per alcuni minuti. Poi si riallontanava dal foro. Lui si avvicinava e la guardava a sua volta in silenzio per qualche minuto. E in quel silenzio raggiungevano un’altra intimità, quella delle parole senza parlare.

God loves the plagiarist. And so it is written, 'God created humankind in His image, in the image of God He created them." God is the original plagiarizer. With a lack of reasonable sources from which to filch - man created in the image of what? the animals? - the creation of man was an act of reflexive plagiarizing; God looted the mirror. When we plagiarize, we are likewise creating in the image and participating in the completion of Creation.

I will walk without noise and I will open the door in darkness and I will

THE PROBLEM OF GOOD: WHY UNCONDITIONALLY GOOD THINGS HAPPEN TO UNCONDITIONALLY BAD PEOPLE (SEE GOD)

I spent my life learning to feel less.

This is the sixty-nine,” I told him, presenting the magazine in front of him. I put my fingers—two of them —on the action, so that he would not overlook it. “Why is it dubbed sixty-nine?” he asked, because he is a person hot on fire with curiosity. “It was invented in 1969. My friend Gregory knows a friend of the nephew of the inventor.” “What did people do before 1969?” “Merely blowjobs and masticating box, but never in chorus.” He will be made a VIP if I have a thing to do with it. This is where the story begins. But first I am burdened to recite my good appearance. I am unequivocally tall. I do not know any women who are taller than me. The women I know who are taller than me are lesbians, for whom 1969 was a very momentous year.

Your Monday morning thoughts set the tone for your whole week. See yourself getting stronger, and living a fulfilling, happier & healthier life.

Our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.