just another quote journal (original) (raw)

04 January 2012 @ 10:40 am

"The world is a hellish place, and bad writing is destroying the quality of our suffering."

- Tom Waits

11 November 2011 @ 02:12 am

"That was morality; things that made you disgusted afterward. No, that must be immorality."

- Chapter 14, The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway

07 November 2011 @ 11:38 am

"But who, alas! Can love, and then be wise?"

"I have spent my life, both interest and principle, and deem not, what I deem'd, my soul invincible."

(Source) Don Juan, Byron

07 November 2011 @ 10:36 am

"How is it that in a society like ours, sexuality is not simply a means of reproducing the species, the family and the individual? Not simply a means to obtain pleasure and enjoyment? How has sexuality come to be considered the privileged place where our deepest "truth" is read and expressed? For that is the essential fact: Since Christianity, the Western world has never ceased saying: "To know who you are, know what your sexuality is". Sex has always been the forum where both the future of our species and our "truth" as human subjects is decided.

Confession, the examination of the conscience, all the insistence on the important secrets of the flesh, has not been simply a means of prohibiting sex or of repressing it as far as possible from consciousness, but was a means of placing sexuality at the heart of existence and of connecting salvation with the mastery of these obscure movements. In Christian societies, sex has been the central object of examination, surveillance, avowal and transformation into discourse."

(source) Michel Foucault, Politics Philosophy Culture, 1988

06 November 2011 @ 04:01 pm

So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life’s too short to be pissed off all the time. It’s just not worth it. Derek says it’s always good to end a paper with a quote. He says someone else has already said it best. So if you can’t top it, steal from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you’d like. ‘We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.’

(source) American History X

06 November 2011 @ 03:40 pm

In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, the vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.

(source) V, V For Vendetta

06 November 2011 @ 03:38 pm

So I’m just wondering about how you might possibly feel about holding my hand even when it gets kind of sweaty and letting me wear one of your sweatshirts if I forget mine and the fact that I really hate jeans and maybe just cuddling and kissing a lot until I can figure out not only you but me and my equestrian thighs and being my date to sorority functions and my distraction from unpleasant situations, texts good morning and kisses goodnight and sappy country mix tapes and bed head, the notion that I don’t like hats but I like yours a lot, staying in to talk and watch movies instead of partying, and the fact that if we do party I’m a pretty big lightweight, the secret truth that whiskey makes me a little frisky, the way I always light candles at night and the fact that I’m not a morning person. I’m also wondering your opinion about kissing in the car and going to see the snow, the fact that I’m always cold, my bruised but hopeful heart, our slight age difference, the idea that I’d probably write you love notes that I wouldn’t give you, my love for autumn and fireplaces, dates on cold streets lit by Christmas light, and me liking to take things slow (but I’d still like to sit on your lap at our Thursday night bar and maybe steal a kiss.) Does that sound any good to you?

-(source) tumblr

06 November 2011 @ 03:35 pm

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