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  • #1
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

  • #2
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer

  • #3
    Elena Ferrante
    “she was explaining to me that I had won nothing, that in the world there is nothing to win, that her life was full of varied and foolish adventures as much as mine, and that time simply slipped away without any meaning, and it was good just to see each other every so often to hear the mad sound of the brain of one echo in the mad sound of the brain of the other.”
    Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name

  • #4
    Elena Ferrante
    “At that moment I knew what the plebs were, much more clearly than when, years earlier, she had asked me. The plebs were us. The plebs were that fight for food and wine, that quarrel over who should be served first and better, that dirty floor on which the waiters clattered back and forth, those increasingly vulgar toasts. The plebs were my mother, who had drunk wine and now was leaning against my father’s shoulder, while he, serious, laughed, his mouth gaping, at the sexual allusions of the metal dealer. They were all laughing, even Lila, with the expression of one who has a role and will play it to the utmost.”
    Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend

  • #5
    Elena Ferrante
    “The only woman's body I had studied, with ever-increasing apprehension, was the lame body of my mother, and I had felt pressed, threatened by that image, and still feared that it would suddenly impose itself on mine. That day, instead, I saw clearly the mothers of the old neighborhood. They were nervous, they were acquiescent. They were silent, with tight lips and stooping shoulders, or they yelled terrible insults at the children who harassed them. Extremely thin, with hollow eyes and cheeks, they lugged shopping bags and small children who clung to their skirts and wanted to be picked up. And, good God, they were ten, at most twenty years older than me. Yet they appeared to have lost those feminine qualities that were so important to us girls and that we accentuated with clothes, with makeup. They had been consumed by the bodies of husbands, fathers, brothers, whom they ultimately came to resemble, because of their labors or the arrival of old age, of illness. When did that transformation begin? With housework? With pregnancies? With beatings?”
    Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name

  • #6
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
    “We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls, you can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful. Otherwise, you would threaten the man. Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage. I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Now marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support but why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same? We raise girls to see each other as competitors not for jobs or accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing, but for the attention of men. We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are.”
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, We Should All Be Feminists

  • #7
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
    “If you don't understand, ask questions. If you're uncomfortable about asking questions, say you are uncomfortable about asking questions and then ask anyway. It's easy to tell when a question is coming from a good place. Then listen some more. Sometimes people just want to feel heard. Here's to possibilities of friendship and connection and understanding.”
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah

  • #8
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
    “She rested her head against his and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. He made her like herself.”
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah
    tags: love

  • #9
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
    “There are people, she once wrote, who think that we cannot rule ourselves because the few times we tried, we failed, as if all the others who rule themselves today got it right the first time. It is like telling a crawling baby who tries to walk, and then falls back on his buttocks, to stay there. As if the adults walking past him did not all crawl, once.”
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

  • #10
    Elena Ferrante
    “Each of us narrates our life as it suits us.”
    Elena Ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay

  • #11
    bell hooks
    “If you do not know what you feel, then it is difficult to choose love; it is better to fall. Then you do not have to be responsible for your actions.”
    bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions
    tags: love

  • #12
    Gloria Steinem
    “Once we give up searching for approval we often find it easier to earn respect.”
    Gloria Steinem

  • #13
    Gloria Steinem
    “I myself cried when I got angry, then became unable to explain why I was angry in the first place. Later I would discover this was endemic among female human beings. Anger is supposed to be "unfeminine" so we suppress it -until it overflows. I could see that not speaking up made my mother feel worse. This was my first hint of the truism that depression is anger turned inward; thus women are twice as likely to be depressed. My mother paid a high price for caring so much, yet being able to do so little about it. In this way, she led me toward am activist place where she herself could never go.”
    Gloria Steinem, My Life on the Road

  • #14
    bell hooks
    “When we face pain in relationships our first response is often to sever bonds rather than to maintain commitment.

    bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions

  • #15
    Marjane Satrapi
    “I finally understood what my grandmother meant. If I wasn't comfortable with myself, I would never be comfortable.”
    Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis 2: The Story of a Return

  • #16
    Charles Bukowski
    “For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #17
    George Carlin
    “Religion has actually convinced people that there's an invisible man living in the sky who watches everything you do, every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry forever and ever 'til the end of time!

    But He loves you. He loves you, and He needs money! He always needs money! He's all-powerful, all-perfect, all-knowing, and all-wise, somehow just can't handle money!”
    George Carlin

  • #18
    Mahatma Gandhi
    “Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.”
    Mahatma Gandhi

  • #19
    Mahatma Gandhi
    “God has no religion.”
    Mahatma Gandhi

  • #20
    J.D. Salinger
    “What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #21
    Anaïs Nin
    “We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”
    Anais Nin

  • #22
    Stephen        King
    “The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”
    Stephen King

  • #23
    José Saramago
    “Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.”
    José Saramago, Blindness

  • #24
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer

  • #25
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “In sickness and in sickness. That is what I wish for you. Don't seek or expect miracles. There are no miracles. Not anymore. And there are no cures for the hurt that hurts most. There is only the medicine of believing each other's pain, and being present for it.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Here I Am

  • #26
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “The difference between conceding and accepting is depression.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Here I Am

  • #27
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “There’s a Hasidic proverb: ‘While we pursue happiness, we flee from contentment.’” Jacob”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Here I Am

  • #28
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “The morning Julia found the phone, my parents were over for brunch. Everything was falling apart around Benjy, although I'll never know what he knew at the time, and neither will he. The adults were talking when he reentered the kitchen and said, "The sound of time. What happened to it?"

    "What are you talking about?"

    "You know," he said, waving his tiny hand about, "the sound of time."

    It took time - about five frustrating minutes - to figure out what he was getting at. Our refigerator was being repaired, so the kitchen lacked its omnipresent, nearly imperceptible buzzing sound. He spent virtually all his home life within reach of that sound, and so had come to associate it with life happening.

    I loved his misunderstanding, because it wasn't a misunderstanding.
    My grandfather heard the cries of his dead brothers. That was the sound of his time.
    My father heard attacks.
    Julia heard the boys' voices.
    I heard silences.
    Sam heard betrayals and the sounds of Apple products turning on.
    Max heard Argus's whining.
    Benjy was the only one still young enough to hear home.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Here I Am

  • #29
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “All happy mornings resemble one another, as do all unhappy mornings, and that’s at the bottom of what makes them so deeply unhappy: the feeling that this unhappiness has happened before, that efforts to avoid it will at best reinforce it, and probably even exacerbate it, that the universe is, for whatever inconceivable, unnecessary, and unjust reason, conspiring against the innocent sequence of clothes, breakfast, teeth and egregious cowlicks, backpacks, shoes, jackets, goodbye. Jacob”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Here I Am

  • #30
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “Let's go to bed. Those four words differentiate a marriage from every other kind of relationship. We aren't going to find a way to agree, but let's go to bed. Not because we want to, but because we have to. We hate each other right now, but let's go to bed. It's the only one we have. Let's go to our sides, but the sides of the same bed. Let's retreat into ourselves, but together. How many conversations had ended with those four words? How many fights?”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Here I Am



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