#bell

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. ↗

— Matsuo Basho

#coming #flowers #hear #i #out

I hate the only one of my book jackets when I was made up professionally, my hair made into a smooth bell. ↗

— Antonia Fraser

#book #hair #hate #i #into

Age is a peculiar kind of thief. It slips up on you and steps inside your skin and is so quiet and methodical in its work that you never realize it has stolen your youth until you look into the mirror one morning and see a man you don't recognize. ↗

— James Lee Burke

#age

...why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age.... ↗

— John Geddes

#clive-bell #einstein #era #genius #uncreative

The belle is a product of the Deep South, which is a product of the nineteenth century and the Age of Romanticism. Virginia is a product of the eighteenth century. It's impossible to extract a belle from the Age of Reason. ↗

— Florence King

#age-of-romanticism #southern-belle #virginia #age

Leonard Woolf’s endurance of Virginia’s famous frigidity is, we must suppose after the fact, altogether to his credit. Their honeymoon did not bring the amelioration they had hoped for and it is incredibly innocent and moving to think of them discussing it with Vanessa. They wanted to know when she had first had an orgasm. She said she couldn’t remember but she knew she had been “sympathetic” from the age of two. Vita Sackville-West said about Virginia, “She dislikes the possessiveness and love of domination in men. In fact she dislikes the quality of masculinity. ↗

— Elizabeth Hardwick

#vanessa-bell #virginia-woolf #vita-sacksville-west #age

I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them. ↗

— Pat Conroy

#complaining #rebellion #attitude

Why does this faerie follow you everywhere?" he asked. "Do you think she's plotting to murder you in your sleep?" he teased. My wings and the tips of my feet tingled with anger. But then he reached a finger toward me gently, and the anger melted. "Let's name her Tinker Bell," he said, like I was their child. He swooped his hand underneath me. "Hi, little Tink." Hearing him say it thrilled me-a name Peter had invented, just for me. ↗

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

#tiger-lily #tinker-bell #anger

As a youth I got my jollies by confronting my professors with facts that ran completely contrary to what they were trying to ram into our thick skulls. His expressions of bafflement and anger had never failed to amuse me. ↗

— Lia Habel

#lia-habel #rebellious #anger

Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#death #life #death