Tables – Page 2

His place was always

His place was always set at the table, in case he rturned from the dead without warning . Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Everything that belonged to her husband made her weep again: his tasseled slippers, his pajamas under the pillow, the space of his absence in the dressing table mirror, his own odor on her skin. A vague thought made her shudder: The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die. Gabriel … Read more

…they enjoyed the miracle

…they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like children and playing together like dogs. Gabriel Garcia Marquez

All possible truth is

All possible truth is practical. To ask whether our conception of chair or table corresponds to the real chair or table apart from the uses to which they may be put, is as utterly meaningless and vain as to inquire whether a musical tone is red or yellow. No other conceivable relation than this between … Read more

We do NOT know

We do NOT know the past in chronological sequence. It may be convenient to lay it out anesthetized on the table with dates pasted on here and there, but what we know we know by ripples and spirals eddying out from us and from our own time. Ezra Pound

It doesn’t matter which

It doesn’t matter which leg of your table you make first, so long as the table has four legs and will stand up solidly when you have finished it. Ezra Pound

I think to be

I think to be oversensitive about cliches is like being oversensitive about table manners. Evelyn Waugh

I like having surprises

I like having surprises in the morning for each other on the bedside table, so when you wake up you have something immediately. Just like a little teaser. Then I think it’s nice to stay in bed all morning. It’s simple. Evan Rachel Wood

When the bread basket

When the bread basket comes to the table and I have a bite, people are like, Oh, you eat bread? I say, Oh, my God, of course I eat bread. I’m human. Eva Mendes

He is life’s liberating

He is life’s liberating force. He is release of limbs and communion through dance. He is laughter, and music in flutes. He is repose from all cares — he is sleep! When his blood bursts from the grape and flows across tables laid in his honor to fuse with our blood, he gently, gradually, wraps … Read more