Quotes for All
I believe the defining moment was when certain persons, who shall remain nameless, objected to my fuchsia silk striped waistcoat. I loved that waistcoat. I put my foot down, right then and there; I do not mind telling you! To punctuate his deeply offended feelings, he stamped one silver-and-pearl-decorated high heel firmly. No one tells … Read more
Mothers are not the nameless, faceless stereotypes who appear once a year on a greeting card with their virtues set to prose, but women who have been dealt a hand for life and play each card one at a time the best way they know how. No mother is all good or all bad, all … Read more
I want that quiet rapture again. I want to feel the same powerful, nameless urge that I used to feel when I turned to my books. The breath of desire that then arose from the coloured backs of the books, shall fill me again, melt the heavy, dead lump of lead that lies somewhere in … Read more
I thought of the nameless inventor of the bathtub. I was somehow sure it was a woman. And was the inventor of the bathtub plug a man? Erica Jong
A person who searched rooms, brandished pistols, dangled promises of half a million franc fees for nameless services and then wrote instructions to Polish spies might reasonably be regarded with suspicion. But suspicion of what? Eric Ambler
The last of Summer is Delight – Deterred by Retrospect. ‘Tis Ecstasy’s revealed Review – Enchantment’s Syndicate. To meet it – nameless as it is – Without celestial Mail – Audacious as without a Knock To walk within the Veil. Emily Dickinson
How badly I want that nameless thing! First there must be an idea, a feeling… Maybe it was an abstract idea that you’ve got to find a symbol for, or maybe it was a concrete form that you have to simplify or distort to meet your ends, but that starting point must pervade the whole. … Read more
I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if creeping into this world, I had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity. Emile M. Cioran
Youth is the season of tragedy and despair. Youth is the time when one’s whole life is entangled in a web of identity, in a perpetual maze of seeking and of finding, of passion and of disillusion, of vague longings and of nameless griefs, of pity that is a blade in the heart, and of … Read more
How vivid is the suffering of the few when the people are few and how the suffering of nameless millions in two world wars is blurred over by numbers. Edwin Way Teale