It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to lose control completely? To throw off all the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves?
Somehow the idyllic existence I envisioned never quite came to pass, but aside from the occasional culinary disaster, my marriage wasn't bad.
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Alexandra Bogdanovic
People who say, “it is not my fault, ” continuously fail. People who say, “I’ve done no wrong, ” have not done enough right. People who say, “I am done! ” are never done repeating the cycle. Even in the privacy of our own thoughts,...
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Katina Ferguson
A sudden shock rattles your soul. The ground shifts. In minutes it is over, but it takes a long time to find your center of balance again
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Susan SpencerWendel
The older I get the more I realize that the only permanent thing in life is what we have within us
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Dr. Jacinta Mpalyenkana
Everything is possible and impossible at the same time this is what we live with every time.
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Surajit Sarkar
More Quotes By Donna Tartt
Because I don’t care what anyone says or how often or winningly they say it: no one will ever, ever be able to persuade me that life is some awesome, rewarding treat. Because, here’s the truth: life is a catastrophe. The basic fact of existence...
Putting your time in at the office; dutifully spawning your two point five; smiling politely at your retirement party; then chewing on your bedsheet and choking on your canned peaches at the nursing home. It was better never to have been born-never to have wanted...
Whenever you see flies or insects in a still life–a wilted petal, a black spot on the apple–the painter is giving you a secret message. He’s telling you that living things don’t last–it’s all temporary. Death in life. That’s why they’re called natures mortes. <span...
What are the dead, anyway, but waves and energy? Light shining from a dead star? That, by the way, is a phrase of Julian's. I remember it from a lecture of his on the Iliad, when Patroklos appears to Achilles in a dream. There is...
And in the midst of our dying, as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn’t touch. For if disaster and oblivion have followed this painting down through time...
