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
Religious celebrations, and the good will, high spirits and generosity that mark them, are wonderful occasions for understanding the potential of 'everyday multiculturalism', and how people from diverse faiths can connect and show they care, rather than go down parallel, sometimes hostile, roads.
Randa Abdel-Fattah
Badass is a juvenile aspiration.
Gabrielle Hamilton
The British Empire spread Anglo-Saxon culture around the globe–Protestant morals, individualism, the rule of law. Most British colonies rejected those values. Only the ones populated by actual British people–America, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand–managed to hold on to them and, as a result, prospered.
Ann Coulter
Come swish around my pretty punk
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.
William Butler Yeats
It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you.
Wonho
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