One day we shall domesticate him into a human being & then I shall be able to sketch him. For this is what we have done with ourselves & with God. The little boy will assist his own domestication; he is diligent & cooperative. He cooperates without knowing that the assistance we expect of him is for his own self-sacrifice. Recently, he has had much practice. And so he will go on progressing until little by little -- because of essential goodness with which we achieve our salvation -- he will pass from actual time to daily time, from meditation to expression, from existence to life. Making the great sacrifice of not being mad. I am not mad out of solidarity with thousands of people who, in order to construct the possible, have also sacrificed the truth which would constitute madness. Clarice Lispector
How can our words ever truly be our own? Since we started growing all we've been taught is to care how we represent our persona and how we should communicate appropriately and how we portrait ourselves as acceptable human beings. what we've been taught, thats...
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A.Y.C.C
The society to which we belong seems to be dying or is already dead. I don't mean to sound dramatic, but clearly the dark side is rising. Things could not have been more odd and frightening in the Middle Ages. But the tradition of artists...
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Anne Lamott
War is society's dirty work, usually done by kids cleaning up some failure on the part of the adults.
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Karl Marlantes
War is the echo that never dies. No society strives for war, they are always tricked into it.
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R.A.Delmonico
No young woman of good breeding should show exclusive partiality to one partner all night.
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Jude Morgan
More Quotes By Clarice Lispector
I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?
In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.
But the crime is more important than the punishment. I enliven all of me in my happy instinct for destruction.
I have grown weary of literature: silence alone comforts me. If I continue to write, it’s because I have nothing more to accomplish in this world except to wait for death. Searching for the word in darkness. Any little success invades me and puts me...
Do not mourn the dead. They know what they are doing.
