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“Open your mouth only if what you are going to say is more beautiful than silence.”
—Arabic proverb (via guroi)
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Please tell me, how did I get so much shit when I only wear the same three things over and over again. Please tell me why I have 18 t-shirts that do not fit me anymore. Please tell me why I have all these shoes I have not worn in years, the ones with the crumbling heels. Please tell me why all of…
“And somewhat as in blind night, on a mild sea, a sailor may be made aware of an iceberg, fanged and mortal, bearing invisibly near, by the unwarned charm of its breath, nothingness now revealed itself: that permanent night upon which the stars in their expiring generations are less than the glinting of gnats, and nebulae, more trivial than winter breath; that darkness in which eternity lies bent and pale, a dead snake in a jar, and infinity is the sparkling of a wren blown out to sea; that inconceivable chasm of invulnerable silence in which cataclysms of galaxies rave mute as amber.”
—“A Death in the Family” by James Agee
“Always, from the time he had fumbled through his first classes of freshman English, he had been aware of the gulf that lay between what he felt for his subject and what he delivered in the classroom. He had hoped that time and experience would repair the gulf; but they had not done so. Those things that he held most deeply were most profoundly betrayed when he spoke of them to his classes; what was most alive withered in his words; and what moved him most became cold in its utterance. And the consciousness of his inadequacy distressed him so greatly that the sense of it grew habitual, as much a part of him as the stoop of his shoulders.”
—Stoner by John Williams
“When he was much older, he was to look back upon his last two undergraduate years as if they were an unreal time that belonged to someone else, a time that passed, not in the regular flow to which he was used, but in fits and starts. One moment was juxtaposed against another, yet isolated from it, and he had the feeling that he was removed from time, watching as it passed before him like a great unevenly turned diorama. He became conscious of himself in a way that he had not done before. Sometimes he looked at himself in a mirror, at the long face with its thatch of dry brown hair, and touched his sharp cheekbones; he saw the thin wrists that protruded inches out of his coat sleeves; and he wondered if he appeared as ludicrous to others as he did to himself. He had no plans for the future, and he spoke to no one of his uncertainty.”
—Stoner by John Williams
“It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such—such beautiful shirts before.”
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Mitt Romney
“When we were casting for the role of Katniss Everdeen, we thought ‘wow, this is a great female character, we should get Meryl Streep to do it!’ But Meryl was still shooting ‘The Iron Lady’ at the time, so we had to settle for Jennifer Lawrence.”
—Robin Bissel, “The Hunger Games” producer
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