69 match(es) found in quotations

Annie Dillard :
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. A schedule is a mock-up of reason and order—willed, faked, and so brought into being; it is a peace and a haven set into the wreck of time; it is a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living.
[Annie Dillard (b. 1945), U.S. author. The Writing Life, ch. 2 (1989).]
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Ralph Waldo Emerson :
It is a mischievous notion that we are come late into nature; that the world was finished a long time ago. As the world was plastic and fluid in the hands of God, so it is ever to so much of his attributes as we bring to it. To ignorance and sin, it is flint. They adapt to themselves to it as they may; but in proportion as a man has anything in him divine, the firmament flows before him and takes his signet and form.
[Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. "The American Scholar," repr. In Emerson: Essays and Lectures, ed. Joel Porte (1983). This summarizes Emerson's theory of knowledge, owing much to Kant's theory of mental categories, but also anticipating the 20th-century religious philosopher Owen Barfield, who argues that in acts of perception, we co-create the world with the Divine.]
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Norman Mailer :
New York is one of the capitals of the world and Los Angeles is a constellation of plastic, San Francisco is a lady, Boston has become Urban Renewal, Philadelphia and Baltimore and Washington blink like dull diamonds in the smog of Eastern Megalopolis, and New Orleans is unremarkable past the French Quarter. Detroit is a one-trade town, Pittsburgh has lost its golden triangle, St Louis has become the golden arch of the corporation, and nights in Kansas City close early. The oil depletion allowance makes Houston and Dallas naught but checkerboards for this sort of game. But Chicago is a great American city. Perhaps it is the last of the great American cities.
[Norman Mailer (b. 1923), U.S. author. Miami and the Siege of Chicago, "The Siege of Chicago," opening paragraph (1969).]
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Olive Schreiner :
We all enter the world little plastic beings, with so much natural force, perhaps, but for the rest—blank; and the world tells us what we are to be, and shapes us by the ends it sets before us. To you it says—Work; and to us it says—Seem! To you it says—As you approximate to man's highest ideal of God, as your arm is strong and your knowledge great, and the power to labour is with you, so you shall gain all that human heart desires. To us it says—Strength shall not help you, nor knowledge, nor labour. You shall gain what men gain, but by other means. And so the world makes men and women.
[Olive Schreiner (1855-1920), South African writer, feminist. Lyndall, in The Story of an African Farm, pt. 2, ch. 4 (1883).]
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Olive Schreiner :
From our earliest hour we have been taught that the thought of the heart, the shaping of the rain-cloud, the amount of wool that grows on a sheep's back, the length of a drought, and the growing of the corn, depend on nothing that moves immutable, at the heart of all things; but on the changeable will of a changeable being, whom our prayers can alter. To us, from the beginning, Nature has been but a poor plastic thing, to be toyed with this way or that, as man happens to please his deity or not; to go to church or not; to say his prayers right or not; to travel on a Sunday or not. Was it possible for us in an instant to see Nature as she is—the flowing vestment of an unchanging reality?
[Olive Schreiner (1855-1920), South African writer, feminist. The Story of an African Farm, pt. 2, ch. 1 (1883).]
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Peg Bracken :
Kitchens were different then, too—not only what came out of them, but their smells and sounds. A hot pie cooling smells different from a frozen pie thawing. Oilcloth and linoleum and apples in an open bowl and ruffled rubber aprons make a different aromatic mix from Formica and ceramic tile and mangoes in an acrylic fruit ripener and plastic-coated aprons printed with "Who invited all these tacky people?" And the kitchen sounds. I am not sure that today's kitchen is noisier. But the noises are different. Today you get the song of the food processor and the blender, the intermittent hum of the reefer and the freezer, the buzz-slosh-and-grunt of the dishwasher, the violently audible digestive processes of the waste disposal in the sink. Then it was the whir and clatter of the hand-powered eggbeater, the thunk-thunk-thunk of somebody mashing potatoes, or, in green-pea season, the crisp pop of pea pod and the rattle-rattle-rattle of peas into the pan.
[Peg Bracken (b. 1918), U.S. humorist. A Window Over the Sink, ch. 5, Harcourt Brace (1981).]
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Paul Fussell :
"The age of independent travel is drawing to an end," said E.M. Forster back in 1920, when it had been increasingly clear for decades that the mass production inevitable in the late industrial age had generated its own travel-spawn, tourism, which is to travel as plastic is to wood. If travel is mysterious, even miraculous, and often lonely and frightening, tourism is commonsensical, utilitarian, safe, and social, "that gregarious passion," the traveler Patrick Leigh Fermor calls it, "which destroys the object of its love." Not self-directed but externally enticed, as a tourist you go not where your own curiosity beckons but where the industry decrees you shall go. Tourism soothes, shielding you from the shocks of novelty and menace, confirming your prior view of the world rather than shaking it up. It obliges you not just to behold conventional things but to behold them in the approved conventional way.
[Paul Fussell (b. 1924), U.S. historian, critic, educator. "Travel, Tourism, Etc.," Thank God for the Atom Bomb and Other Essays, Ballantine (1988).]
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Krystal Vonk :
Me... undefined, underestimated, underachieving, mislead, misread, and yes the Best... continue to test, explore, and achieve... searching for the person in side myself named Me... helping, criticizing, understanding, realizing, fighting, guiding, all while flying through thick clouds hiding from the self that seeks the truth to unlock the face inside this cage, afraid to belive, preferably ditzy its just easier for me not to see, hate the fake that waits inside the crowds of illusions, numbing the confusion with each hit, for the moment side tracked ill forget, stay high never fall down never comes, spun throughout the webs of the twisted minds spinning pipes... and yet still just the surface of Me.... I think...
[My best description on the person I see as Me...]
Ralph Waldo Emerson :
These arts open great gates of a future, promising to make the world plastic and to lift human life out of its beggary to a god- like ease and power.
[Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. "Works and Days," Society and Solitude (1870).]
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Anne Sexton :
And I threw a little earth on the pink coffin covered by the fake plastic grass and said O.K., God, if it's the end of the world, it must be necessary.
[Anne Sexton (1928-1974), U.S. poet. "The Sea Corpse."]
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