When he grew old, Aristotle, who is not generally considered a tightrope dancer, liked to lose himself in the most labyrinthine and subtle of discourses […]. ‘The more solitary and isolated I become, the more I come to like stories, ’ he said.
I wore your promise on my finger for one year I'll wear your name on my heart til I die Because you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.
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Coco J. Ginger
When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.
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Susan Elizabeth Phillips
I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.
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Gabrielle Zevin
Stories make us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving.
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Madeleine LEngle
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without...
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Gilda Radner
More Quotes By Michel De Certeau
Finally, the functionalist organization, by privileging progress (i.e. time), causes the condition of its own possibility--space itself--to be forgotten: space thus becomes the blind spot in a scientific and political technology. This is the way in which the Concept-city functions: a place of transformations and...
Reading thus introduces an "art" which is anything but passive.
To walk is to lack a place. It is the indefinite process of being absent and in search of a proper. The moving about that the city mutliplies and concentrates makes the city itself an immense social experience of lacking a place -- an experience...
When he grew old, Aristotle, who is not generally considered a tightrope dancer, liked to lose himself in the most labyrinthine and subtle of discourses […]. ‘The more solitary and isolated I become, the more I come to like stories, ’ he said.
To practice space is thus to repeat the joyful and silent experience of childhood; it is, in a place, to be other and to move toward the other... Kandinsky dreamed of: 'a great city built according to all the rules of architecture and then suddenly...
