She Says

curious mind and confused soul

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[yui-68]

[anna-says-blog]

"I think I love you, Cal." "I'm not good." "Because you're not good." -East of Eden-

[millionen]

The law was designed to save, not to destroy.

John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via millionen)

[beckisbookshelf-deactivated2023]

And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost all memory of the dry years. It was always that way.

John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via beckisbookshelf)

[thedustdancestoo]

“But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed…“

John Steinbeck from East of Eden (via thedustdancestoo)

[beckisbookshelf-deactivated2023]

No story has power, nor will it last, unless we feel in ourselves that it is true and true of us.

John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via beckisbookshelf)

[lost-generation-lights]

I take a pleasure in inquiring into things. I’ve never been content to pass a stone without looking under it. And it is a black disappointment to me that I can never see the far side of the moon.

East of Eden, John Steinbeck  (via lost-generation-lights)

[welcometomyfuturehome-deactivat]

Lord, how the day passes! It’s like a life–so quickly when we don’t watch it and so slowly when we do.

John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via l33x44433)

[on2betterthingz-blog]

And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I would fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and this is what I am about.

John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via on2betterthingz)

[quoted-books]

But the Hebrew word, the word timshel—‘Thou mayest’— that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if ‘Thou mayest’—it is also true that ‘Thou mayest not.

John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via quoted-books)

[philosophicalmeandering-blog]

The greatest terror a child can have is that he is not loved, and rejection is the hell he fears. I think everyone in the world to a large or small extent has felt rejection. And with rejection comes anger, and with anger some kind of crime in revenge for the rejection, and with the crime guilt - and there is the story of mankind. I think that if rejection could be amputated, the human would not be what he is. Maybe there would be fewer crazy people. I am sure in myself there would not be many jails. It is all there - the start, the beginning. One child, refused the love he craves, kicks the cat and hides his secret guilt; and another steals so that money will make him loved; and a third conquers the world - and always the guilt and revenge and more guilt. The human is the only guilty animal.

East of Eden by John Steinbeck (via philosophicalmeandering-blog)

[bookaddictiion]

I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible.

John Steibeck, East of Eden (via bookaddictiion)

[macrolit]

When people show you who they are, believe them the first time.

Maya Angelou (via macrolit)

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[essiedolly]

“Do not go gentle into that good night, rage rage against the dying of the light.”

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“Do not go gentle into that good night”, written and read by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.