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Think about it this way: While being married is about becoming the WIFE you are meant to be, being single allows you to focus on becoming the WOMAN you were born to be.


Mandy Hale


#being-married #being-single #finding-yourself #loving-yourself #marriage

Jeg er opvokset et sted, der er opkaldt efter krat og grøft, og jeg vil aldrig kunne vaske det væk fra mine årer, fra mit blod, fra min sved. Jeg blev formet dér, jeg blev støbt dér, jeg blev ødelagt dér, men jeg blev også til menneske og mand dér.


Olav Hergel


#menneske #opvokset #sleiman #men

Even exciting places are boring most of the time. Wars. Movie sets. Emergency rooms.


Ann Brashares


#movie-set #war #movies

If the music is amazing, you can get away with anything.


Brian Logan Dales


#advice #lyrics #music #musician #the-summer-set

An intense copper calm, like a universal yellow lotus, was more and more unfolding its noiseless measureless leaves upon the sea.


Herman Melville


#nature #sunset #nature

In the detective story, as in its mirror image, the Quest for the Grail, maps (the ritual of space) and timetables (the ritual of time) are desirable. Nature should reflect its human inhabitants, i.e., it should be the Great Good Place; for the more Eden-like it is, the greater the contradiction of murder. The country is preferable to the town, a well-to-do neighborhood (but not too well-to-do-or there will be a suspicion of ill-gotten gains) better than a slum. The corpse must shock not only because it is a corpse but also because, even for a corpse, it is shockingly out of place, as when a dog makes a mess on a drawing room carpet." (The guilty vicarage: Notes on the detective story, by an addict, Harper's Magazine, May 1948)


W.H. Auden


#detective-stories #mysteries #setting #writing #nature

The hours I spent in this anachronistic, bibliophile, Anglophile retreat were in surreal contrast to the shrieking horror show that was being enacted in the rest of the city. I never felt this more acutely than when, having maneuvered the old boy down the spiral staircase for a rare out-of-doors lunch the next day—terrified of letting him slip and tumble—I got him back upstairs again. He invited me back for even more readings the following morning but I had to decline. I pleaded truthfully that I was booked on a plane for Chile. 'I am so sorry,' said this courteous old genius. 'But may I then offer you a gift in return for your company?' I naturally protested with all the energy of an English middle-class upbringing: couldn't hear of such a thing; pleasure and privilege all mine; no question of accepting any present. He stilled my burblings with an upraised finger. 'You will remember,' he said, 'the lines I will now speak. You will always remember them.' And he then recited the following: What man has bent o'er his son's sleep, to brood How that face shall watch his when cold it lies? Or thought, as his own mother kissed his eyes, Of what her kiss was when his father wooed? The title (Sonnet XXIX of Dante Gabriel Rossetti)—'Inclusiveness'—may sound a trifle sickly but the enfolded thought recurred to me more than once after I became a father and Borges was quite right: I have never had to remind myself of the words. I was mumbling my thanks when he said, again with utter composure: 'While you are in Chile do you plan a call on General Pinochet?' I replied with what I hoped was equivalent aplomb that I had no such intention. 'A pity,' came the response. 'He is a true gentleman. He was recently kind enough to award me a literary prize.' It wasn't the ideal note on which to bid Borges farewell, but it was an excellent illustration of something else I was becoming used to noticing—that in contrast or corollary to what Colin MacCabe had said to me in Lisbon, sometimes it was also the right people who took the wrong line.


Christopher Hitchens


#jorge-luis-borges #pinochet #poetry #nature

Sixty three sunsets I saw revolve on that perpendicular hill – mad raging sunsets pouring in sea foams of cloud through unimaginable crags like the crags you grayly drew in pencil as a child, with every rose-tint of hope beyond, making you feel just like them, brilliant and bleak beyond words. –


Jack Kerouac


#sunsets #nature

I think I'd convinced myself that all long-term relationships end up that way; I really thought I had no right to expect more.


Catherine Sanderson


#settling-for-second-best #relationship

The Auden/Kallman relationship had this to be said for it: It affirmed that it's better to be blatant than latent.


Christopher Hitchens


#coming-out #homosexuality #relationships #the-closet #wh-auden