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
The man who lies to himself can be more easily offended than anyone else. You know it is sometimes very pleasant to take offense, isn't it? A man may know that nobody has insulted him, but that he has invented the insult for himself, has lied and exaggerated to make it picturesque, has caught at a word and made a mountain out of a molehill--he knows that himself, yet he will be the first to take offense, and will revel in his resentment till he feels great pleasure in it.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Love not pleasure; love God. This is the Everlasting Yea, wherein all contradiction is solved.
Thomas Carlyle
After 30 years I have realized the greatest pleasure I can get is to have learnt.
Esa-Pekka Salonen
We wanted to raise a generation of heretics, but instead we raised a generation of ignoramuses.
Berl Katznelson
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