Elena Ferrante Quotes
Men, dazed by pleasure, absent-mindedly sow their seed. Overcome by their orgasm, they fertilize us. They show up inside us and withdraw, leaving, concealed in our flesh, their ghost, like a lost object.
Elena Ferrante
Quotes to Explore
The softest things in the world overcome the hardest things in the world.
Lao Tzu
Despite our complicated civilization, so called, or perhaps on account of it, we are all of us a mere set of barbarians, who find it less trouble to provide a new, cheap, and shoddy thing than to get the full use and full pleasure out of a finely-made and carefully-chosen old one.
Vernon Lee
Everything that gave her pleasure was small and depressed him.
Flannery O'Connor
For years I've advocated keeping a gratitude journal, writing down five things every day that brought pleasure and gratefulness.
Oprah Winfrey
O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.
Anne Boleyn
Life cheats us with shadows. We ask it for pleasure. It gives it to us with bitterness and disappointment in its train.
Oscar Wilde
I always say that I'm an artist who works with pictures and words, so I think that the different aspects of my activity, whether it's writing criticism, or doing visual work that incorporates writing, or teaching, or curating, is all of a single cloth, and I don't make any separation in terms of those practices.
Barbara Kruger
A lot of people don't realize that hair is a big thing for a lot of people, not just African-American women. It's something to be aware of and to be cautious of.
Zendaya
We know the history of Hussein, and we know he is a bad actor, ... We know he's had weapons of mass destruction and used them against Iranians and used them against the Kurds in his own country, and he would use them against anybody else, too.
Dennis Hastert
Evolution is not truth; it is merely a hypothesis-it is millions of guesses strung together.
William Jennings Bryan
Men, dazed by pleasure, absent-mindedly sow their seed. Overcome by their orgasm, they fertilize us. They show up inside us and withdraw, leaving, concealed in our flesh, their ghost, like a lost object.
Elena Ferrante