Monthly Archives: July 2012

I Remember Nothing and Other Reflections – Nora Ephron


Parodies are very odd things. I’ve written only about a half dozen of them in my life; they come on to you like the wind, and you write them almost possessed. It’s as close as a writer gets to acting –it’s almost as if you’re in character for a short time, and then it passes.

… journalistic fantasy.

A slice of anger in the pie of your brain.

But the main problem with our marriages was not that our husbands wouldn’t share the housework but that we were unbelievably irritable young women and our husbands irritated us unbelievably.


The Help – Kathryn Stockett


That was the day my whole world went black. Air look black, sun look black. I laid up in bed and stared at the black walls a my house. Minny came ever day to make sure I was still breathing, feed me food to keep me living. Took three months fore I even look out the window, see if the world still there. I was surprise to see the world didn’t stop just cause my boy did.

I’m down on my hands and knees. Pretty soon my head’s so far in that oven I look like I’m trying to gas myself.

She got a confused, disgusted look on her face, like she done salted her coffee instead a sugared it.

…Miss Skeeter asking don’t I want to change things, like changing Jackson, Mississippi, gone be like changing a lightbulb.

But the colored part a town, we one big anthill, surrounded by state land that ain’t for sale. As our numbers get bigger, we can’t spead out. Our part a town just gets thicker.

He’s wearing a smile look like it’s made out a rubber.

It’s something about that word truth. I’ve been trying to tell white women the truth about working for them since I was fourteen years old.

It feels cool, like water washing over my sticky-hot body. Cooling a heat that’s been burning me up all my life.

Aleph – Paulo Coelho


Our life is a constant journey, from birth to death. The landscape changes, the people change, our needs change, but the train keeps moving. Life is the train, not the station.

This is what marks out the warrior: the knowledge that the willpower and courage are not the same thing. Courage can attract fear and adulation, but willpower requires patience and commitment.


Words are tears that have been written down. Tears are words that need to be shed. Without them, joy loses all its brilliance and sadness has no end.


“The light falls only on the stranger.” An Arabic proverb.


“No oneis a prophet in his own land.”


Portuguese proverb “What can’t be cured must be endured.”


Every note leaves in each of us a memory, but it is the melody as a whole that tells a story, the story of someone wanting to get closer to another person and who keeps on trying, despite repeated rejections.


“If you want to see a ranbow you have to learn to like the rain.”


I am in the Aleph, the point at which everything is in the same place at the same time.


Tears are the blood of the soul.


Expand your energies and you will remain young.


Tao Te Ching


Place all your feelings outside of yourself and you will be renewed.


… words are life set down on paper. So seek out the company of others.


Dreamers can never be tamed.


Time neither moves nor is stationary. Time changes.


If you rely on experience, you’ll simply keep applying old solutions to new problems.


I undersatnd that everything is connected, that all roads meet, and that all rivers flow into the same sea.


It is said that each time we embrace someone warmly, we gain an extra day of life.


I love you because all the loves in the world are like different rivers flowing into the same lake, where they meet and transformed into a single love that becomes rain and blesses the earth.


Life is dream from which we wake only when we meet death.