Elena Ferrante Quotes
“It was the word for a disquiet not otherwise definable, it referred to a miscellaneous crowd of things in her head, debris in a muddy water of the brain. The frantumaglia was mysterious, it provoked mysterious actions, it was the source of all suffering not traceable to a single obvious cause.
Elena Ferrante
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In order to be cruel we have to close our hearts to the suffering of the other.
J. M. Coetzee
For many people, commuting is the worst part of the day, and policies that can make commuting shorter and more convenient would be a straightforward way to reduce minor but widespread suffering.
Nassim Nicholas Taleb
Here an attempt is made to explain suffering: the outcaste of traditional Hinduism is held to deserve his fetched fate; it is a punishment for the wrongs he did in a previous life.
Walter Kaufmann
There are a lot of mysterious things about boats, such as why anyone would get on one voluntarily.
P. J. O'Rourke
The truth, indeed, is something that mankind, for some mysterious reason, instinctively dislikes. Every man who tries to tell it is unpopular, and even when, by the sheer strength of his case, he prevails, he is put down as a scoundrel.
H. L. Mencken
I sing and drink and sleep on floorsAnd try hard not to be annoyedBy all these people worrying about me.So when I'm suffering through some awful drive,You occasionally cross my mind.It's my hidden hope that you are still among them.Well, are you?
Conor Oberst
Bright Eyes
Love has been described as a three-ring circus: First comes the engagement ring, then the wedding ring, and after that the suffering.
Robert Phillips
Pictures can be devastating. Who allowed John Kerry to get himself photographed windsurfing in a flowered swimsuit? Anyone in the real world in that operation?
Jack Germond
I'm not a quitter.
Jeanette Winterson
Always play to your strengths, whether your strengths are gender-based or just natural aptitude.
Lynn Good
Some summers my father would take us down to visit our grandmother in Louisville, who was an ex-slave, Susan Jones, and she had a shotgun shack they call it, and no electricity, a well in the back, a coal stove, kerosene lamps.
Quincy Jones
“It was the word for a disquiet not otherwise definable, it referred to a miscellaneous crowd of things in her head, debris in a muddy water of the brain. The frantumaglia was mysterious, it provoked mysterious actions, it was the source of all suffering not traceable to a single obvious cause.
Elena Ferrante