Quotes 552367
Frida described her accident to me as follows: The buses of my time were absolutely flimsy: they were just beginning to circulate and were very popular; the trams circulated empty. I got on the bus with Alejandro Gomez Arias. I sat down along the side, beside the guardrail, and Alejandro beside me. Moments later the bus collided with a tram of the Xochimilco line. The tram flattened the bus against the corner. It was a strange collision; it wasn't violent, but rather dull, slow and injured everyone. And me much more. I remember that it occurred on exactly September 17, 1925, the day after the festivities on the 16th... The collision happend shortly after getting on the bus. We had taken another bus before; but I had lost a parasol; we got off to look for it, and that's how it happened that we came to get on that bus that destroyed me.
- Raquel Tibol / Frida Kahlo
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Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
- Jorge Luis Borges
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My little Mountain Laurel Trees
So sturdy, in a row;
I loved the ones who set you out
And wanted you to grow;
Of course I love my other trees
So stately and so tall-------
But I loved some Mountain Laurel trees
When I was very small
...
My little Mountain Laurel Trees
If you should ever grow
Where i was very sound asleep,
I think that I should know.
Then I needn't dream of Cypresses
Where cold their shadows fall,
But of Mountain Laurel trees I loved
When I was very small.
- Edna St Vincent
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In times like these, it's helpful to remember that there have always been times like these.
- Paul Harvey
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And this day
was the birthday
of the nun
whose cunt
was hungriest
- Kathy Acker
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The brain is a pattern-mad supposing machine. It maps the known world. Given just a little stimuli it predicts the probable. When information abounds, it recognizes familiar patterns and acts with conviction. If there's not much for the senses to report, the brain imagines the rest. That does mean gambling, sometimes with ruinous consequences. But if we didn't let imagination fill in the blanks, we'd be unable to survive all the novel predicaments and landscapes we encounter. Imagination is a wild card we use in many ways, sometimes just for fun, although it probably evolved to help us anticipate trouble. - Diane Ackerman
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God made everything out of nothing. But the nothing shows through.
- Paul Valery
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Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change. So suffering must become love. That is the mystery.
- katherine mansfield
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I try, I try, I try to gravitate toward the positive emotions, and there are many God-given experiences and people. Yet there is a motor in me that keeps vibrating, sucking up the room, and at the same time embracing the people who are in it.
- Anne Sexton
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The unpleasant sensation of falling apart need not be literally negative. It can open us up to receive the creative impulses of the spirit and take another step toward what fate has in store for us. Let's look even more closely now at ordeals, at the initiatory aspect of falling apart. This is one way spirit and soul come together. The emotional struggle, engaged but not necessariy won, affects the soul profoundly and allows us to have a larger view of life and its mysteries. Initiations--it seems we're always in one or another--pulverize those parts of us that are rigid and break up self-protective explanations and understandings.
- Thomas Moore
Frida described her accident to me as follows: The buses of my time were absolutely flimsy: they were just beginning to circulate and were very popular; the trams circulated empty. I got on the bus with Alejandro Gomez Arias. I sat down along the side, beside the guardrail, and Alejandro beside me. Moments later the bus collided with a tram of the Xochimilco line. The tram flattened the bus against the corner. It was a strange collision; it wasn't violent, but rather dull, slow and injured everyone. And me much more. I remember that it occurred on exactly September 17, 1925, the day after the festivities on the 16th... The collision happend shortly after getting on the bus. We had taken another bus before; but I had lost a parasol; we got off to look for it, and that's how it happened that we came to get on that bus that destroyed me.
- Raquel Tibol / Frida Kahlo
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Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
- Jorge Luis Borges
---------------------------------------------------------------
My little Mountain Laurel Trees
So sturdy, in a row;
I loved the ones who set you out
And wanted you to grow;
Of course I love my other trees
So stately and so tall-------
But I loved some Mountain Laurel trees
When I was very small
...
My little Mountain Laurel Trees
If you should ever grow
Where i was very sound asleep,
I think that I should know.
Then I needn't dream of Cypresses
Where cold their shadows fall,
But of Mountain Laurel trees I loved
When I was very small.
- Edna St Vincent
-----------------------------------------------------
In times like these, it's helpful to remember that there have always been times like these.
- Paul Harvey
----------------------------------------------------------------
And this day
was the birthday
of the nun
whose cunt
was hungriest
- Kathy Acker
------------------------------------
The brain is a pattern-mad supposing machine. It maps the known world. Given just a little stimuli it predicts the probable. When information abounds, it recognizes familiar patterns and acts with conviction. If there's not much for the senses to report, the brain imagines the rest. That does mean gambling, sometimes with ruinous consequences. But if we didn't let imagination fill in the blanks, we'd be unable to survive all the novel predicaments and landscapes we encounter. Imagination is a wild card we use in many ways, sometimes just for fun, although it probably evolved to help us anticipate trouble. - Diane Ackerman
----------------------------------------------------------
God made everything out of nothing. But the nothing shows through.
- Paul Valery
-----------------------------------------------
Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change. So suffering must become love. That is the mystery.
- katherine mansfield
-------------------------------------------------------
I try, I try, I try to gravitate toward the positive emotions, and there are many God-given experiences and people. Yet there is a motor in me that keeps vibrating, sucking up the room, and at the same time embracing the people who are in it.
- Anne Sexton
--------------------------
The unpleasant sensation of falling apart need not be literally negative. It can open us up to receive the creative impulses of the spirit and take another step toward what fate has in store for us. Let's look even more closely now at ordeals, at the initiatory aspect of falling apart. This is one way spirit and soul come together. The emotional struggle, engaged but not necessariy won, affects the soul profoundly and allows us to have a larger view of life and its mysteries. Initiations--it seems we're always in one or another--pulverize those parts of us that are rigid and break up self-protective explanations and understandings.
- Thomas Moore