Edmond Jabes Quotes
What escapes us tears us from ourselves and ruins us. I seek what cannot be sought. I am a miscarried void, the hollowest quest.
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My earliest memory is dreamlike: in a small orchard or garden I am carried on the arm, I believe, of my father; there was a group of grown-ups, my mother among them, and the group was slowly walking in the orchard, it seems toward the house.
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The shelf life of the average trade book is somewhere between milk and yogurt.
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One needs to live every day according to God's commandments. And then any kind of difficulty or unpleasantness will be manageable.
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When I get dolled up to go out, men turn their heads and I'm used to it. But I think all women are sexy and should embrace that side of themselves.
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My dad is often horrified by what I've spent my money on.
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Poor people have more fun than rich people, they say; and I notice it's the rich people who keep saying it.
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I would like to be known for honest, relatable writing and stories that that are real. There's just this shift I think is happening in a lot of society right now where being your most real self, however embarrassing or vulnerable or weird that is, is the coolest. I feel like that's what Lena Dunham's about and Amy Schumer's about.
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First of all, it was such an honor to be chosen. You had to be voted in by players and coaches that time. But having it in Hawai'i was a brilliant idea.
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On Friday night, if you want to go out on a date with your wife or your girlfriend, nothing on Netflix competes with that, right? Because you're getting out; that's what you're doing. If you don't want to put your shoes on, nothing in the cinema competes with the worst thing on Netflix.
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The books I write because I want to read them, the games because I want to play them, and stories I tell because I find them exciting personally.
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He was the kind of man with whom one would have hesitated to pass a lonely evening, but with whom one might cheerfully have looked forward to spending six months.
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Do you say it is incomprehensible that there is nothingness in the world and that we are partly composed of nothing? Well, why not? Is not the whole world enveloped by nothingness? Since you concede that point, admit as well that it is just as easy for the world to have nothingness within as without.
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This in turn suggests an answer to our question: what happened between the birth of De Sade and the birth of Krafft-Ebbing? The rise of the novel taught Europe to use its imagination. And when imagination was applied to sex, the result was the rise of pornography - and of 'sexual perversion.'
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He's one of my closest friends in the industry. He makes me feel like a teenager - I have to act and think like an adult so much. He makes me feel young again.
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Che l'amar senza speme รจ sogno e ciancia.
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The greatest improvement in the productive powers of labour, and the greatest part of skill, dexterity, and judgment with which it is any where directed, or applied, seem to have been the effects of the division of labour.
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But when she tried to say something, the words always seemed trite and inadequate. Nothing measured up. When any moment might be their last, there was nothing she could ever imagine saying that had the necessary dignity to fill that instant. Silence was better. Silence had its own dignity.
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This next song is only dedicated to beautiful people here tonight. That means all of you. Thank you for coming along... and making this a great occasion.
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There is only one favorable moment in war; talent consists in knowing how to seize it.
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And still Meriadoc the hobbit stood there blinking through his tears, and no one spoke to him, indeed none seemed to heed him. He brushed away the tears, and stooped to pick up the green shield that Eowyn had given him, and he slung it at his back. Then he looked for his sword that he had let fall; for even as he struck his blow his arm was numbed, and now he could only use his left hand.
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The Torah itself becomes coarse in the mouth of a man of pride.
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The relationship between looking and desire is really about the promise of revelation - the hope that the subject of your gaze will reveal something to you - whether or not that revelation is prurient. And that's really what eroticism is - the anticipation of disclosure.
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What escapes us tears us from ourselves and ruins us. I seek what cannot be sought. I am a miscarried void, the hollowest quest.
