QUOTEoftheDay

Sunday
Jan072018

Gaston Leroux

If I am the phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so. If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me.

Erik is not truly dead. He lives on within the souls of those who choose to listen to the music of the night.

All I wanted was to be loved for myself.

I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her tears... and she did not run away!...and she did not die!... She remained alive, weeping over me, weeping with me. We cried together! I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer.

He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar.

Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!...Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you, Christine, who have torn off my mask and who therefore can never leave me again!...Oh, mad Christine, who wanted to see me!

Poor, unhappy Erik! Shall we pity him? Shall we curse him? He asked only to be 'some one,' like everybody else. But he was too ugly! And he had to hide his genius or use it to play tricks with, when, with an ordinary face, he would have been one of the most distinguished of mankind! He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar. Ah, yes, we must need pity the Opera ghost...


Saturday
Jan062018

Dave Eggers

Books have a unique way of stopping time in a particular moment and saying: Let’s not forget this.

We are unusual and tragic and alive.

I will not wait to love as best as I can. We thought we were young and that there would be time to love well sometime in the future. This is a terrible way to think. It is no way to live, to wait to love.

I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it's hollow, when ceilings are harder and farther away. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so – this has always been my dream – so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while children sleep.

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.

Still though, I think if you're not self-obsessed, you're probably boring.

Humans are divided between those who can still look through the eyes of youth and those who cannot.

The only infallible truth of our lives is that everything we love in life will be taken from us.


Friday
Jan052018

Masashi Kishimoto

She's strong! And scary...I bet she's single...I'd put money on it. . .

If you don't like the hand that fate's dealt you, fight for a new one

When people are protecting something truly special to them, they truly can become. . . as strong as they can be.

A smile is the best way to get away with trouble even if it’s a fake one.When a man learns to love, he must bear the risk of hatred.

When a man learns to love, he must bear the risk of hatred.

The pain of being alone is completely out of this world, isn't it? I don't know why, but I understand your feelings so much, it actually hurts. 

There's no advantage to hurrying through life.

The weaker you are the louder you bark.

Give up trying to make me give up.

It’s foolish to fear what we’ve yet to see and know.

The difference between insanity and genius is measured only by success and failure.


Thursday
Jan042018

Ally Carter

I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.

The only way Bex would miss this would be if she were unconscious. And tied up. And in a concrete bunker. In Siberia.

It is an occupational hazard that anyone who has spent her life learning how to lie eventually becomes bad at telling the truth

Not knowing you can't do something, is sometimes all it takes to do it.

But the heaviest things, I think, are the secrets. They can drown you if you let them.

Most little girls in England grow up wanting to marry a prince. Bex grew up wanting to kick James Bond's butt and assume his double-0 ranking.

Sometimes people run…to see if you'll come after them.

. . .nothing ever happens quickly (except when it does). Nothing is ever, ever easy (except when it is). And, most of all, nothing ever goes perfectly according to plan (except in the movies).

I suppose a lot of teenage girls feel invisible sometimes, like they just disappear. Well, that's me—Cammie the Chameleon. But I'm luckier than most because, at my school, that's considered cool. 
I go to a school for spies.

I think it's kinda nice.' And I did. my mom isn't famous for her pies. No, she's famous for defusing a nuclear device in Brussels with only a pair of cuticle scissors and a ponytail holder. Somehow, at the moment, pies seemed cooler.

Hiding is for amateurs.




Wednesday
Jan032018

Maureen Johnson

Writing is one of the few careers for which you essentially train yourself, the other two major ones being juggling and pickpocketing.

Debbie had to get up and slice me a thick piece of cake before she could answer. And I do mean thick. Harry Potter volume seven thick. I could have knocked out a burglar with this piece of cake. Once I tasted it, though, it seemed just the right size.

Claim whatever you want. Say you only want a happy family or a successful career or a big house. I say: no, that's not what you want. You'll settle for those things, but you really want a monkey that does your evil bidding. Pullman is a genius just for this.

Fear can't hurt you," she said. "When it washes over you, give it no power. It's a snake with no venom. Remember that. That knowledge can save you.

I may have been a complete lunatic, but I was a complete lunatic with manners.

It's always easier to say good-bye when you know it's just a prelude to hello.

One person's crazy is another person's sane, I guess.

You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.



Tuesday
Jan022018

Claude Monet

I must have flowers, always, and always.

Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.

Every day I discover 
more and more 
beautiful things. 
It’s enough to drive one mad. 
I have such a desire 
to do everything,
my head is bursting with it.

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.

I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

The more I live, the more I regret how little I know.

It's on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.

I'm not performing miracles, I'm using up and wasting a lot of paint. . .

The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration. 

Everyday I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.


Monday
Jan012018

Natalie Angier

We are made of stardust; why not take a few moments to look up at the family album?

Women never bought Freud's idea of penis envy: who would want a shotgun when you can have an automatic?

Scientists have discovered that the small brave act of cooperating with another person, of choosing trust over cynicism, generosity over selfishness, makes the brain light up with quiet joy.

The clitoris not only applauds when a women flaunts her mastery; it will give a standing ovation. In the multiple orgasm, we see the finest evidence that our lady Klitoris helps those who help themselves. It may take many minutes to reach the first summit, but once there the lusty mountaineer finds wings awaiting her. She does noy need to scramble back to the ground before scaling the next peak, but can glide like a raptor on currents of joy.

Perhaps eggs are like neurons, which also are not replenished in adulthood: they know too much. Eggs must plan the party. Sperm need only to show up- wearing top hat and tails, of course.

We are all yeses. We are worthy enough, we passed inspection, we survived the great fetal oocyte extinctions. In that sense, at least -- call it a mechanospiritual sense -- we are meant to be. We are good eggs, every one of us.

You have your opinion, I have mine, and it takes all kinds of nuts and dips to make a party, right?


Sunday
Dec312017

Jhonen Vásquez

Sometimes...you can cry until there's nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen. And, still it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent...it would not be because it cared

My delusionary hell does not agree with yours.

Nothing quite brings out the zest for life in a person like the thought of their impending death.

Dear Die-ary, there's nothing terribly wrong with feeling lost, so long as that feeling precedes some plan on your part to actually do something about it. Too often a person grows complacent with their disillusionment, perpetually wearing their "discomfort" like a favorite shirt. I can't say I'm very pleased with where my life is just now... but I can't help but look forward to where it's going.

The world would be a much nicer place if people only used guns on themselves.

I don't do my work for any kind of group in particular, except for hobos, who just plain kick ass and light up my life.

Saturday
Dec302017

Neil Postman

Americans no longer talk to each other, they entertain each other. They do not exchange ideas, they exchange images. They do not argue with propositions; they argue with good looks, celebrities and commercials.

When a population becomes distracted by trivia, when cultural life is redefined as a perpetual round of entertainments, when serious public conversation becomes a form of baby-talk, when, in short, a people become an audience, and their public business a vaudeville act, then a nation finds itself at risk; culture-death is a clear possibility.

Everything in our background has prepared us to know and resist a prison when the gates begin to close around us . . . But what if there are no cries of anguish to be heard? Who is prepared to take arms against a sea of amusements? To whom do we complain, and when, and in what tone of voice, when serious discourse dissolves into giggles? What is the antidote to a culture's being drained by laughter?

We were keeping our eye on 1984. When the year came and the prophecy didn't, thoughtful Americans sang softly in praise of themselves. The roots of liberal democracy had held. Wherever else the terror had happened, we, at least, had not been visited by Orwellian nightmares.
But we had forgotten that alongside Orwell's dark vision, there was another - slightly older, slightly less well known, equally chilling: Aldous Huxley's Brave New World. Contrary to common belief even among the educated, Huxley and Orwell did not prophesy the same thing. Orwell warns that we will be overcome by an externally imposed oppression. But in Huxley's vision, no Big Brother is required to deprive people of their autonomy, maturity and history. As he saw it, people will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think.

Friday
Dec292017

R. Buckminster Fuller

Dare to be naïve.

You never change things by fighting the existing reality.
To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.

There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.

I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process – an integral function of the universe.

Humans beings always do the most intelligent thing…after they’ve tried every stupid alternative and none of them have worked.

When I am working on a problem, I never think about beauty . . . but 
when I have finished, if the solution is not beautiful, I know it is 
wrong.

Everything you've learned in school as "obvious" becomes less and less obvious as you begin to study the universe. For example, there are no solids in the universe. There's not even a suggestion of a solid. There are no absolute continuums. There are no surfaces. There are no straight lines.

I'm not trying to counsel any of you to do anything really special except dare to think. And to dare to go with the truth. And to dare to really love completely.

Everyone is born a genius, but the process of living de-geniuses them.

If you want to teach people a new way of thinking, don't bother trying to teach them. Instead, give them a tool, the use of which will lead to new ways of thinking.

We should do away with the absolutely specious notion that everybody has to earn a living. It is a fact today that one in ten thousand of us can make a technological breakthrough capable of supporting all the rest. The youth of today are absolutely right in recognizing this nonsense of earning a living. We keep inventing jobs because of this false idea that everybody has to be employed at some kind of drudgery because, according to Malthusian Darwinian theory he must justify his right to exist. So we have inspectors of inspectors and people making instruments for inspectors to inspect inspectors. The true business of people should be to go back to school and think about whatever it was they were thinking about before somebody came along and told them they had to earn a living.