QB Staff - my quote collection

staff's recent activities

staff's bookmarks

After his fortieth year, any man of merit, anyone who is not just one of five-sixths of humanity so grievously and miserably endowed by nature, will hardly be free from a certain touch of misanthropy. For, as is natural, he has inferred the characters of others from his own and has gradually become disappointed.

When life, once past its fortieth year, Wheels up its evening hemisphere, The mind's own shadow, which the boy Saw onward point to hope and joy, Shifts round, irrevocably set Tow'rd morning's loss and vain regret, And, argue with it as we will, The clock is unconverted still.
I'm now forty, and after all forty is an entire lifetime, it really is extreme old age. It isn't done to live beyond forty, it's vulgar and immoral. Who lives beyond forty, give me an honest answer? I'll tell you who does: fools and good-for-nothings. . . . I've got the right to speak thus because I myself will live to be sixty. I'll live to be seventy! I'll live to be eighty!
At the age of forty, men that love love rootedly. If the love is plucked from them, the life goes with it.
As if a man's soul were not too small to begin with, they have dwarfed and narrowed theirs by a life of all work and no play; until here they are at forty, with a listless attention, a mind vacant of all material of amusement, and not one thought to rub against another, while they wait for the train.
Every man over 40 is a scoundrel.
Men at forty Learn to close softly The doors to rooms they will not be Coming back to.
The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh month of its life I feel the November of the body as well as of the calendar. In two days it will be my birthday and as always the earth is done with its harvest.
It is almost universal to have a hurry-up feeling as we hit 40. The first little fissures appear in our physical shells. Damn, why is the type in the phone book so small? Students start calling you "mister." (Behind your back you know they're probably calling you "that old fart.")
If life really begins at 40, it's because that's when women finally get it. The guts to take back their lives. Seize the day. Glorify the season and seasoning.
Thanks to modern medical advances such as antibiotics, nasal spray, and Diet Coke, it has become routine for people in the civilized world to pass the age of 40, sometimes more than once.
When they used to say "Life begins at forty," I did the same "yeah, right" that you, if you're under forty, still do. But of course if you play your cards right (study hard! work hard! buy in bulk! live beneath your means!) and if you have your share of good luck--it's true.
If the characteristic feature of the first half of life is an unsatisfied longing for happiness, that of the second is a dread of misfortune.
The useful man never leads the easy, sheltered, knockless, unshocked life. At thirty-six he ought to be prepared to deal with realities and after about that period in his life, until he is sixty, he should be able to handle them with a steadily increasing efficiency. Subsequently, if he has not injured his body by excess indulgence in any of the narcotics (and by this term I mean, here, liquor, tobacco, tea, and coffee), and if he has not eaten to excess, he very likely may continue to be achievingly efficient up to his eightieth birthday and in exceptional cases until ninety.
We advance in years somewhat in the manner of an invading army in a barren land; the age that we have reached, as the saying goes, we but hold with an outpost, and still keep open communications with the extreme rear and first beginnings of the march.
Beyond doubt, other things being equal, a man will turn to a woman of twenty-five rather than to a woman of thirty-five, and to a woman of thirty-five rather than to a woman of forty-five--even though the one is by miracle as attractive as the other. You may protest that it is unjust. It may be, but it is so.
Cares seem to crowd on us--so much to do; New fields to conquer, and time's on the wing. Grey hairs are showing, a wrinkle or two; Somehow our footstep is losing its spring. Pleasure's forsaken us, Love ceased to smile; Youth has been funeralled; Age travels fast. Sometimes we wonder: is it worth while?
She had the oddest sense of being herself invisible; unseen; unknown; there being no more marrying, no more having of children now, but only this astonishing and rather solemn progress with the rest of them, up Bond Street, this being Mrs. Dalloway; not even Clarissa any more; this being Mrs. Richard Dalloway.
You are not half so beautiful Since middle-age befell you; But since this is your birthday I suppose I mustn't tell you.
Middle age is when you go to bed at night and think you're going to feel better in the morning. Old age is when you go to bed at night and hope you wake up in the morning.
How to put an age label on true middle age is a hot potato. Working-class men describe themselves as middle-aged at 40 and old by 60. Business executives and professionals, by contrast, do not see themselves as reaching middle age until 50, and old age means 70 to them.
The old write memoirs, the young do resumes. In midlife we keep a kind of diary that always begins with a discussion of the weather. The present is where we live, equidistant from our birth and death.
Said Nestor, to his pretty wife, quite sorrowful one day, "Why, dearest, will you shed in pearls those lovely eyes away? You ought to be more fortified;" "Ah, brute, be quiet, do, I know I'm not so fortyfied, nor fiftyfied, as you!"
Love is lame at fifty years.
. . . now that I have come to fifty years I must endure the timid sun.
When she looked in the glass and saw her hair grey, her cheek sunk, at fifty, she thought, possibly she might have managed things better--her husband; money; his books. But for her own part she would never for a single second regret her decision, evade difficulties, or slur over duties.
What changed her was what changes all women at fifty: the transfer from the active service of life--with a pension or the honors of war, as the case may be--to the mere passive state of a looker-on. A weight fell away from her; she flew up to a higher perch and cackled a little. Her fortune helped her only in so far as it provided the puff of air under her wings that enabled her to fly a little higher and cackle a little louder, although it also did away with all criticism from her surroundings. In her laughter of liberation there certainly was a little madness.
All normal children (however much we discourage them) look forward to growing up. "Except ye become as little children," except you can wake on your fiftieth birthday with the same forward-looking excitement and interest in life that you enjoyed when you were five, "ye cannot see the Kingdom of God." One must not only die daily, but every day one must be born again.
Norma, you're a woman of 50. Now, grow up! There's nothing tragic about being 50--not unless you try to be 25.
At some point I believe one has to stop holding back for fear of alienating some imaginary reader or real relative or friend, and come out with personal truth.
The passion of debating ideas with women was an erotic passion for me, and the risking of self with women that was necessary in order to win some truth out of the lies of the past was also erotic.
I am both gay and conservative and don't find a contradiction. There shouldn't be any "shame" in being gay. Moreover, the conservative view, based as it is on the inherent rights of the individual over the state, is the logical political home of gay men and women. The conservative movement must reject the bigots and the hypocrites and provide a base for gays as well as others.
In Czechoslovakia they call male homosexuals "warm people," which is not as nice as it sounds, and I don't even think they have a word for lesbians. Women just don't come out of the closet. In Czechoslavakia they think that all lesbians are women who are so ugly they can't get a man. I tried to tell my parents it's a bit more complex than that.
I think one of the greatest things we have to do still is just to increase the ability of Americans who do not yet know that gays and lesbians are their fellow Americans in every sense of the word to feel that way.
Unlike losing your virginity, coming out is something you can do over and over. Not because you want to bore the world to tears, but because there always seems to be a new audience to whom it remains, even today, unexpected.
I planned to tell my parents I was gay, and I expected they'd say that as far as they were concerned, I was still the best little boy in the world.
As the university's pastor and preacher, as a Christian, and as a homosexual, I decided to reclaim by proclaiming a vision of the gospel that was inclusive rather than exclusive, and to do so as a Christian who was more than the sum of the parts of which I was made. I did so. I did so because I wanted all and sundry, but particularly these young homosexuals and their polemic antagonists, to see that there was more than one way to read the Bible and to understand the imperatives of the Christian faith.
Coming out has been described as an earthquake that shakes the world not only of the person coming out but of everyone around him or her. It has also been described as less a declaration of sexuality to the rest of the world than a personal act of self-love. It is, without a doubt, a discovery of self and a rite of passage that should be celebrated--not only because your daughter or son has taken this courageous step toward being her or his own person, but because you are being given an opportunity to do the same. Coming out is a gift.
I am the woman who lost herself but now is found, the lesbian, outside the law of church and man, the one who has to love herself or die. If you are not as strong as I am, what will we make together? I am all muscle and wounded desire, and I need to know how strong we both can be.
There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while. I am a L-L-L-L- awrence Welk fan.
Welcome sweet, and sacred feast; welcome life! Dead I was, and deep in trouble; But grace, and blessings came with thee so rife, That they have quickened even dry stubble.
The little children sweetly grouped Before the altar rail; Yea, even the ancient saints, aligned In shadows vaguely dim Beneath the cumbering dust of years, In silence seemed to smile!
The day of your first communion was the happiest day of your life. And once a lot of generals had asked Napoleon what was the happiest day of his life. They thought he would say the day he won some great battle or the day he was made an emperor. But he said: --Gentlemen, the happiest day of my life was the day on which I made my first holy communion.
It stood to reason that a fellow confessing after seven years would have more to tell than people that went every week. The crimes of a lifetime.
At the Cours Desir, on the eve of our First Communion, we were exhorted to go and cast ourselves at our mothers' feet and ask them to forgive our faults; not only had I not done this, but when my sister's turn came I persuaded her not to do so either.
When I was still a teenager, I received Christ. The scripture says that he clothed me in a robe of righteousness because of the cross, and when God looks at me, he does not see my sins. He sees the blood of Christ, and we celebrate that blood when we take communion.
He tells us that next to a relic of the True Cross the Communion wafer is the holiest thing in the world and our First Communion is the holiest moment in our lives. Talking about First Communion makes the master all excited. He paces back and forth, waves his stick, tells us we must never forget that the moment the Holy Communion is placed on our tongues we become members of that most glorious congregation, the One, Holy, Roman, Catholic and Apostolic Church, that for two thousand years men, women, and children have died for the Faith, that the Irish have nothing to be ashamed of in the martyr department.
When the priest actually placed the round wafer on my outstretched tongue, it was almost redundant. I had already received my first communion. My mother was my priest, the flowers were my Eucharist, and I was the stumbling, sorry recipient, overwhelmed at my own unworthiness, shaky in my faith, but loved completely in spite of it.
Today you have joined the covenant of God and our people. You are taking upon yourself the holy duty of keeping the words of this Torah and walking in the path of your parents and forefathers. You have chosen it willingly. May you follow it all the days of your life.
When I place my hands upon your head in benediction, I will be the humble instrument through which will flow the stream of history and memories of the great and the good in Israel, the ideals and aspirations of our people, the strength and the life of our faith. It is something which places upon you a solemn responsibility to be worthy of its precepts, to be loyal to its ideals, and to express them in a life of service.
My God, God of my fathers, in truth and single-heartedness I lift my eyes to Thee on this great and solemn day. I have been a Jew from my birth, but on this day I voluntarily reenter Thy community of Israel. Henceforth it is my duty to keep Thy commandments, and I now become responsible for my own actions and I alone am answerable for them to Thee.
I was signaled to step forward to a place below the bimah [synagogue platform] at a very respectable distance from the scroll of the Torah, which had already been rolled up and garbed in its mantle. I pronounced the first blessing and from my own humash [Five Books of Moses] read the selection which Father had chosen for me, continued with the reading of the English translation, and concluded with the closing brachah [blessing]. That was it. The scroll was returned to the ark with song and procession, and the service was resumed. No thunder sounded, no lightning struck. The institution of Bat Mitzvah had been born without incident and the rest of the day was all rejoicing.
This religion was a masculine thing. . . and Seth was coming into his own. The very Hebrew had a rugged male sound to it, all different from the bland English comments of the rabbi.
The Dickensian Christmas is the nearest thing in literature I know to an American bar-mitzva. It has in much the same degree the fantastic preparations, the incredible eating, the enormous wassailing, the swirl of emotions and of family mixups, all superimposed with only partial relevance on a religious solemnity. Christmas in the books of Dickens bursts with extravagant vitality, and so does our bar-mitzva.
It has been said, with the kind of wry humor which contains a kernel of truth, that the modern Bar Mitzvah is celebrated with too much Bar and too little Mitzvah.
I didn't feel like a man, really, or know how I was supposed to feel, but it was nice for a thirteen-year-old boy to hear others say that I was a man now.
It was vulgar, crass, thoroughly unspiritual, and my parents spent far too much money for all the wrong reasons. And yet--something happened in spite of that. Through the long process of preparing for my bar mitzvah, I learned that I was Jewish and received the barest taste of what that might mean. Years later, I would come to know more, much more.
Stretching back centuries and deeply rooted in history, bar mitzvah constituted an enduring link with the past; moreover, it seemed to provide an organically Jewish opportunity for sentimental expression and ritual celebration.
Where the male puberty rite, an established tradition of long standing, needed a jolt of consumerism, some "Hollywood ballyhoo," to render it attractive and meaningful to American Jews of the interwar years, its female analogue satisfied on its own modest terms. Mediating between the need of the folk, the mandate of the clergy, the plasticity of Jewish ritual and the rigidity of gender, the new female puberty rite fit perfectly with the tenor of the times.
In Jewish law, a boy becomes an adult, responsible for carrying out the mitzvot (religious commandments) at thirteen years and a day old. A girl reaches the same status, although she has far fewer positive commandments to carry out, traditionally speaking, at twelve years old.
I have met women in their seventies who still cry because they were denied the chance to study Torah, or prepare for Bat Mitzvah as young girls, or become rabbis though it was clearly their calling. My Bat Mitzvah was not only for me, but for generations of females denied permission or encouragement to do this.
As the bar mitzvah grew in importance in affluent post-World War II America, the accompanying meal did as well, all too often turning into an excessive and pretentious affair, stereotyped in popular culture by chopped liver sculptures, exotic dancers and marching bands
Though little Paul was said, in nursery phrase, "to take a deal of notice for his age," he took as little notice of all this as of the preparations for his christening on the next day but one. . . . Neither did he, on the arrival of the appointed morning, show any sense of its importance; being, on the contrary, unusually inclined to sleep, and unusually inclined to take it ill in his attendants that they dressed him to go out.
Under my platform in Brooklyn I have a baptistery; and if anybody's son or daughter, brought up in Baptist ideas, wants to be immersed, you won't catch me reasoning with them: I baptize them. So it is that I immerse, I sprinkle, and I have in some instances poured; and I never saw there was any difference in the Christianity that was made.
Tess then stood erect with the infant on her arm beside the basin, the next sister held the Prayer-Book before her, as the clerk at church held it before the parson; and thus the girl set about baptizing her child.
BAPTISM, n. A sacred rite of such efficacy that he who finds himself in heaven without having undergone it will be unhappy forever. It is performed with water in two ways--by immersion, or plunging, and by aspersion, or sprinkling. But whether the plan of immersion Is better than simple aspersion Let those immersed And those aspersed Decide by the Authorized Version, And by matching their agues tertian. (G.J.)
Writer or painter god-parents are notoriously unreliable. That is, there is certain before long to be a cooling of friendship.
It should be kept in mind that this is a celebration in honor of the baby, following a formal religious ceremony. It has a character quite different from a cocktail party and should be kept on such a plane that even the most conservative baby could not object to the behavior and bearing of his elders.
Do ye here, in the presence of God, and of this congregation, renew the solemn promise and vow that ye made, or that was made in your name, at your Baptism; ratifying and confirming the same; and acknowledging yourselves bound to believe and to do all those things which ye then undertook or your Sponsors then undertook for you?
I allowed myself to be prepared for confirmation, and confirmed, and to make my first Communion, in total disbelief, acting a part, eating and drinking my own condemnation. As Johnson points out, where courage is not, no other virtue can survive except by accident. Cowardice drove me into hypocrisy and hypocrisy into blasphemy. It is true that I did not and could not then know the real nature of the thing I was doing: but I knew very well that I was acting a lie with the greatest possible solemnity.
Mr. O'Dea's eyes roll in his head when he tells us that with Confirmation we will become part of Divinity. We will have the Gifts of the Holy Ghost: Wisdom, Understanding, Counsel, Fortitude, Knowledge, Piety, the Fear of the Lord. Priests and masters tell us Confirmation means you're a true soldier of the church and that entitles you to die and be a martyr in case we're invaded by Protestants or Mahommedans or any other class of a heathen.
You got a nice white dress and a party on your Confirmation. You got a brand new soul and a cross of gold.
The Lord Jesus himself declares: "This is my body"(Matt. 26.26). Before the blessing of heavenly words occurs it is a different thing that is referred to, but after the consecration it is called a body. He himself says that it is his blood (cf. Matt. 26-28). Before the consecration it has another name, but after the consecration it is designated blood. And you say: "Amen," which means: "It is true." What the mouth speaks, let the mind confess within: what the word says, let love acknowledge.
The time of every ones first receiving is not so much by yeers, as by understanding: particularly, the rule may be this: When any one can distinguish the Sacramentall from common bread, knowing the Institution, and the difference, hee ought to receive of what age soever. Children and youths are usually deferred too long, under pretence of devotion to the Sacrament, but it is for want of Instruction; their understandings being ripe enough for ill things, and why not then for better? But Parents and Masters should make hast in this, as to a great purchase for their children, and servants, which while they deferr, both sides suffer; the one, in wanting many excitings of grace; the other, in being worse served and obeyed.
Let us celebrate the soil. Most men toil that they may own a piece of it; they measure their success in life by their ability to buy it. It is alike the passion of the parvenu and the pride of the aristocrat. Broad acres are a patent of nobility; and no man but feels more of a man in the world if he have a bit of ground that he can call his own. However small it is on the surface, it is four thousand miles deep; and that is a very handsome property.
HOUSE, n. A hollow edifice erected for the habitation of man, rat, mouse, beetle, cockroach, fly, mosquito, flea, bacillus, and microbe.
Is the house not homely yet? There let pleasant thoughts be set: With bright eyes and hurried feet, There let severed friendships meet, There let sorrow learn to smile, And sweet talk the nights beguile.
The home should offer to the individual rest, peace, quiet, comfort, health, and that degree of personal expression requisite; and these conditions should be maintained by the best methods of the time. The home should be to the child a place of happiness and true development; to the adult a place of happiness and that beautiful reinforcement of the spirit needed by the world's workers.
Man is but mildly interested in his immediate surroundings because he can find self-expression in projects. Whereas woman is confined within the conjugal sphere; it is for her to change that prison into a realm.
An old house is a nuisance, but it is obviously intended for men and women to live in. Much modern housing would be better called kenneling.
Willy: To weather a twenty-five-year mortgage is--Linda: It's an accomplishment.
Reason in no way contributes to faith. Nay, in that children are destitute of reason, they are all the more fit and proper recipients of baptism. For reason is the greatest enemy that faith has. . . . If God can communicate the Holy Ghost to grown persons, he can, a fortiori, communicate it to young children. Faith comes of the Word of God, when this is heard; little children hear that Word when they receive baptism, and therewith they receive also faith.
Baptism is not only a sign of profession, and mark of difference, whereby Christian men are discerned from others that be not christened, but it is also a sign of Regeneration or New-Birth, whereby, as by an instrument, they that receive Baptism rightly are grafted into the Church; the promises of the forgiveness of sin, and of our adoption to be the sons of God by the Holy Ghost, are visibly signed and sealed; Faith is confirmed, and Grace increased by virtue of prayer unto God.
Hee says that prayer with great devotion, where God is thanked for calling us to the knowledge of his grace, Baptisme being a blessing, that the world hath not the like. He willingly and cheerfully crosseth the child, and thinketh the Ceremony not onely innocent, but reverend. He instructeth the God-fathers, and God-mothers, that it is no complementall or light thing to sustain that place, but a great honour, and no less burden, as being done both in the presence of God, and his Saints, and by way of undertaking for a Christian soul. He adviseth all to call to minde their Baptism often; for if wise men have thought it the best way of preserving a state to reduce it to its principles by which it grew great; certainly, it is the safest course for Christians to meditate on the Baptisme often (being the first step into their great and glorious calling) and upon what termes, and with what vowes they are Baptized.
When the Child is Christened, you may have God-fathers enough.
Array'd--a half-angelic sight--In vests of pure Baptismal white, The Mother to the Font doth bring The little helpless nameless thing, With hushes soft and mild caressing, At once to get--a name and blessing.
A few calm words of faith and prayer, A few bright drops of holy dew, Shall work a wonder there Earth's charmers never knew.
Now to christen the infant Kilmansegg, For days and days it was quite a plague, To hunt the list in the Lexicon: And scores were tried like coin by the ring, Ere names were found just the proper thing For a minor rich as a Mexican.
I spent six or seven years after high school trying to work myself up. Shipping clerk, salesman, business of one kind or another. And it's a measly manner of existence. To get on that subway on the hot mornings in summer. To devote your whole life to keeping stock, or making phone calls, or selling or buying. To suffer fifty weeks of the year for the sake of a two-week vacation, when all you really desire is to be outdoors, with your shirt off. And always to have to get ahead of the next fella. And still--that's how you build a future.
I don't think earning a living is half as difficult as going to school, doing homework, and getting through college. By the time you've survived growing up and educating your parents on how to raise children, just going out and earning a living is a comparative breeze, the freedom exhilarating.
A corporation prefers to offer a job to a man who already has one, or doesn't immediately need one. The company accepts you if you are already accepted. To obtain entry into paradise in terms of employment, you should be in a full state of grace.
Every man receives the wife he deserves.
And of His signs is this: He created for you helpmeets from yourselves that ye might find rest in them, and He ordained between you love and mercy.
Bachelers boast, how they will teach their wives good; But many a man speaketh of Robin Hood, That never shot in his bow. When all is sought, Bachelers wives, and maides children bee well tought. And this with this I also begin to gather, Every man can rule a shrew, save he that hath her.
A good marriage, if there be such, rejects the company and conditions of love. It tries to reproduce those of friendship. It is a sweet association in life, full of constancy, trust, and an infinite number of useful and solid services and mutual obligations.
In this stately state of Matrimonie, there is nothing fearefull, nothing fayned, all things are done faithfully without doubting, truely without doublyng, willingly without constraint, joyfully without complaint.
Marrye whyle you are young, that you may see your fruite florish before your selves fade, that you bee not in doubt or dispayre of having children, or in daunger of your lyves in having children, that you may have great tyme to rid a great many of husbandes, that no day may passe without dalliance, that you be not thought unwise in refusing good offers . . .
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
It is the Man and Woman united that make the compleat human Being. Separate, she wants his Force of Body and Strength of Reason; he, her Softness, Sensibility and acute Discernment. Together they are more likely to succeed in the World. A single Man . . . resembles the odd Half of a Pair of Scissors. If you get a prudent, healthy Wife, your industry in your Profession, with her good Economy, will be a Fortune sufficient.
Wedded love supplies the want of every other blessing in life; and as no condition can be truly happy without it, so none can be absolutely miserable with it.
What is marriage, but the most sordid of bargains, the most cold and slavish of all the forms of commerce?
Marriage is . . . a lottery, and the less choice and selection a man bestows on his ticket the better; for if he has incurred considerable pains and expense to obtain a lucky number, and his lucky number proves a blank, he experiences not a simple, but a complicated disappointment; the loss of labour and money being superadded to the disappointment of drawing a blank, which, constituting simply and entirely the grievance of him who has chosen his ticket at random, is, from its simplicity, the more endurable.
Marriage means tyranny on one side and deceit on the other.
Two pure souls fused into one by an impassioned love--friends, counselors--a mutual support and inspiration to each other amid life's struggles, must know the highest human happiness;--this is marriage; and this is the only cornerstone of an enduring home.
Thare aint no resipee for a perfekt wife, enny more than there iz for a perfekt husband. There iz just az menny good wifes az thare iz good husbands, and i never knew two people, married or single, who were determined tew make themselfs agreeable to each other, but what they suckceeded.
What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life--to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?
My bride hath need of no disguise.--But rather, let her come to me In such a form as bent above My pillow when, in infancy, I knew not anything but love.-- O let her come from out the lands Of Womanhood--not fairy isles, And let her come with Woman's hands And Woman's eyes of tears and smiles,--With Woman's hopefulness and grace Of patience lighting up her face.
For there is something in marriage so natural and inviting, that the step has an air of great simplicity and ease; it offers to bury forever many aching preoccupations; it is to afford us unfailing and familiar company through life; it opens up a smiling prospect of the blest and passive kind of love, rather than the blessing and active; it is approached not only through the delights of courtship, but by a public performance and repeated legal signatures. A man naturally thinks it will go hard with him if he cannot be good and fortunate and happy within such august circumvallations.
The one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.
It is the duty of every man, who has sufficient means, to maintain a wife. The life of unmarried women is a wretched one; every man who is able ought to save one of them from that fate.
If they lost the incredible conviction that they can change their wives or their husbands, marriage would collapse at once.
A man wants a wife who sits still, and not only still but on the same chair every day so that he knows where to find her should he happen to want anything.
O my love O my love we dance under the chuppah standing over us like an animal on its four legs, like a table on which we set our love as a feast, like a tent under which we work not safe but no longer solitary in the searing heat of our time.
You must make it plain to your husband right at the start what you expect of him. That is what a wife is for--to scold her husband into becoming a good man.
Our marriage was the recognition that we suited one another remarkably well as company--could walk and talk and share insights all day, work side by side like Chinese peasants, read silently together like graduate students, tease each other like brother and sister, and when at night we found our bodies tired, pull the covers over ourselves and become lovers.
Eat less than you can afford, dress less fittingly, but have a fine dwelling.
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell; And little house, whose humble Roof Is weather-proof.
Ah! happy is the man whose early lot Hath made him master of a furnished cot.
We need not power or splendor; Wide hall or lordly dome; The good, the true, the tender, These form the wealth of home.
A house, like a person, invites by amiable reserves, as if it loved to be introduced in perspective and reached by courteous approaches. Let it show bashfully behind shrubberies, screen its proportions decorously in plain tints, not thrust itself rudely, like an inn, upon the street at cross-roads. A wide lawn in front, sloping to the road gracefully, gives it the stately air and courtly approach.
I was married when I was twenty-five years old to a man rich in Greek and Hebrew, Latin and Arabic, and, alas! rich in nothing else. When I went to housekeeping, my entire stock of china for parlor and kitchen was bought for eleven dollars. That lasted very well for two years, till my brother was married and brought his bride to visit me. I then found, on review, that I had neither plates nor teacups to set a table for my father's family; wherefore I thought it best to reinforce the establishment by getting me a tea-set that cost ten dollars more, and this, I believe, formed my whole stock in trade for some years.
Let a little preliminary exultation of a new man in a new place be forgiven, ye who are now established! Remember your own household fervor on first setting up, while we recount our economic joy, and anticipations of modern conveniences that would take away all human care, and speed life upon a downhill path, where it was to be easier to move than to stand still!
People are not expected to be large in proportion to the houses they live in, like snails.
Instruction in sex is as important as instruction in food; yet not only are our adolescents not taught the physiology of sex, but never warned that the strongest sexual attraction may exist between persons so incompatible in tastes and capacities that they could not endure living together for a week much less a lifetime.
Too chaste an adolescence makes for a dissolute old age. It is doubtless easier to give up something one has known than something one imagines. It is not what one has done that one regrets here; but rather what one has not done and might have done.
This majesty of passion is possessed by nearly every man once in his life, but it is usually an attribute of youth and conduces to the first successful mating.
The whole edifice of female government is based on that foundation stone; chastity is their jewel, their centre piece, which they run mad to protect, and die when ravished of.
He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to her, body and mind, conscious of nothing in the world but the dark pressure of her softly parting lips. They pressed upon his brain as upon his lips, as though they were the vehicle of a vague speech, and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odour.
We had read so many books written by the sex specialists of the 1920s, who believed that sex was a matter of proper technique--that men should learn to play on women's bodies as if they were musical instruments, but without including in their calculations the idea that women must be very good musical instruments in order to please the men who played on them.
However deferential and polite the man may be, the first penetration is always a violation. Because she desires caresses on lips or breasts, or even longs for a known or imagined pleasure more specifically sexual, what happens is that a man's sex organ tears the young girl and penetrates into regions where it has not been desired.
In my first year at Annie Wright Seminary, I lost my virginity. I am not sure whether this was an "educational experience" or not. The act did not lead to anything and was not repeated for two years. But at least it dampened my curiosity about sex and so left my mind free to think about other things.
If you really want to know the truth, I'm a virgin. I really am. I've had quite a few opportunities to lose my virginity and all, but I've never got around to it yet. Something always happens.
Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk--real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.
They lay as if paralyzed by what they had done. Congealed in sin, frozen with delight. Charles--no gentle postcoital sadness for him, but an immediate and universal horror--was like a city struck out of a quiet sky by an atom bomb. All lay razed; all principle, all future, all faith, all honorable intent. Yet he survived, he lay in the sweetest possession of his life, . . . but already the radioactivity of guilt crept, crept through his nerves and veins.
Love is understanding someone, caring for him, sharing his joys and sorrows. This eventually includes physical love. You've shared something, given something away and received something in return, whether or not you're married, whether or not you have a baby. Losing your virtue doesn't matter, as long as you know that for as long as you live you'll have someone at your side who understands you, and who doesn't have to be shared with anyone else!
Instead of the world being divided up into Catholics and Protestants or Republicans and Democrats or white men and black men or even men and women, I saw the world divided into people who had slept with somebody and people who hadn't, and this seemed the only really significant difference between one person and another. I thought a spectacular change would come over me the day I crossed the boundary line. I thought it would be the way I'd feel if I ever visited Europe. I'd come home, and if I looked closely into the mirror I'd be able to make out a little white Alp at the back of my eye. Now I thought that if I looked into the mirror tomorrow I'd see a doll-size Constantin sitting in my eye and smiling out at me.
I have never fully shaken that adolescent boy's insecurity that there was more to it than I could ever imagine, and that I needed a full-time instructress. For my first sexual experiences, in fact, I chose older women.
He talks to me very softly, and when he enters my body, I feel a single moment of sharp pain. But it is not the old terrible agony of the locked door and the banging crowbar.
I kept telling myself, He's been with other women, he knows what he's doing--relax, trust him. But when he got down to it, there were no bells, no stars, no flashing lights, no colors, and not a lot of affection or skill, either.
You don't need me to tell you, I'm sure, that you don't learn about sex from doing it with boys, but from talking about it with girls.
So he bought the automobile, and Boon found his soul's lily maid, the virgin's love of his rough and innocent heart. It was a Winton Flyer.
There is talk of lowering the driving age. It might be a good idea. There was a time when I had more patience. But whoever heard of a five-year-old behind the wheel of a car?
I happen to feel an almost visceral connection to the cars of my youth, a passionate nostalgia for certain models that carry very personal meanings--automobile as autobiography, you might say. A road sighting of a 1948 Dodge with Fluid Drive gives me palpitations because I know the car, I know the dials on the dashboard and the smell of the upholstery and where I was in life the last time I rode in one. It's the car in which I learned to drive.
In her first passion Woman loves her lover In all others, all she loves is Love.
We are all very much alike when we are in our first love.
I whispered, "I am too young" And then, "I am old enough"; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love.
At twenty a man is rash in love, and again, perhaps at fifty; a man of middle-age enamoured of a young girl is capable of sublime follies. But the man of thirty who loves for the first time is usually the embodiment of cautious discretion. He does not fall in love with a violent descent, but rather lets himself gently down, continually testing the rope. His social value, especially if he have achieved worldly success, is at its highest, and, without conceit, he is aware of it. He has lost many illusions concerning women; he had seen more than one friend wrecked in the sea of foolish marriage; he knows the joys of a bachelor's freedom, without having wearied of them; he perceives risks where the youth perceives only ecstasy, and the oldster only a blissful release from solitude. Instead of searching, he is sought for; accordingly he is selfish and exacting. All these things combine to tranquillize passion at thirty.
But that mimosa grove--the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honeydew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since--until at last, twenty-four years later, I broke her spell by incarnating her in another.
In first love a choice is seldom and blinding.
Lao said, "The Master said, 'I have never been proved in office. That is why I am a Jack of all trades.'"

But wait... my book has more:

  • «
  • 5
  • 6
  • 7
  • 8
  • 9
  • 10
  • 11
  • 12
  • 13
  • 14
  • 15
  • 16
  • 17
  • 18
  • 19
  • »
  • staff's authors/films

    I haven't favorited any authors at the moment.

    staff's tags

    I haven't favorited any tags at the moment.

    staff's friends

    Followed By

    staff's feelings