Monthly Archives: June 2008

The Lives of Animals – J. M. Coetzee

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The Plutarch Response
“You ask me why I refuse to eat flesh. I, for my part, am astonished that you can put in your mouth the corpse of a dead animal, astonished that you do not find it nasty to chew hacked flesh and swallow the juices of death-wounds.”

 

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The Secret of Shambhala – James Redfield

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“You will learn that at these higher levels of energy, our fields of prayer act very quickly to bring to us exactly what we expect. If we fear, it brings to us what we fear. If we hate, it brings us more of what we hate.”

“You see, the energy fields of all of us mix together out there, and the strongest ones prevail. That’s the unconscious dynamic that characterizes the human world. The state of our energy, our prevailing expectations, no matter what they are, go out and influence everyone else’s mood and attitude. The level of awareness between humans, and all the expectations that go with it, are contagious. “

A Thousand Splendid Suns – Khaled Hosseini

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“A woman who will be like a rock in a riverbed, enduring without complaint, her grace not sullied but shaped by the turbulance that washes over her.” 

“One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,
Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.” 

“What she lacked in smarts Hasina made up for in mischief and a mouth that, Giti said, ran like a sewing machine.”

“Have you seen the teeth on that girl? Tombstones. She is hiding a graveyard behind those lips.”

“Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.”

“She would never leave her mark on Mammy’s heart the way her brothers had, because Mammy’s heart was like a pallid beach where Laila’s footprints would forever wash away beneath the waves of sorrow that swelled and crashed, swelled and crashed.”

“Tell your secret to the wind, but don’t blame it for telling the trees.” Khalil Gibran 

“Mariam lay on the couch, hands tucked between her knees, watched the whirlpool of snow twisting and spinning outside the window. She remembered Nana saying once that each snowflake was a sigh heaved by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. That all the sighs driffed up the sky, gathered into clouds, then broke into tiny pieces that fell silently on the people below.
As a reminder of how women like us suffer, she’d said. How quietly we endure all that falls upon us.”

“But I’m a different breed of man, Mariam. Where I come from, one wrong look, one improper word, and blood is spilled. Where I come from, a woman’s face is her husband’s business only. I want you to remember that. Do you understand?”

“Learn this now and learn this well, my daughter: Like a compass needle that points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.”