helvede.net is one of the many independent Mastodon servers you can use to participate in the fediverse.
Velkommen til Helvede, fediversets hotteste instance! Vi er en queerfeministisk server, der shitposter i den 9. cirkel. Welcome to Hell, We’re a DK-based queerfeminist server. Read our server rules!

Server stats:

171
active users

#bookquote

0 posts0 participants0 posts today

Fancifying words with pretty graphics makes me happy. It's always my goal to bring joy to others, too, so I'm sharing some of the pics I've made from my own books.

In case it's not your thing, I'll tag them all with #BookQuote for ease of muting.

Here's the first one.

"I come here to listen, to nestle in the curve of the roots in a soft hollow of pine needles, to lean my bones against the column of white pine, to turn off the voice in my head until I can hear the voices outside it: the shh of wind in needles, water trickling over rock, nuthatch tapping, chipmunks digging, beechnut falling, mosquito in my ear, and something more-something that is not me, for which we have no language, the wordless being of others in which we are never alone." - from 'Braiding Sweetgrass' by Robin Wall Kimmerer

"Firmness, I may observe, was the grand quality on which both Mr. and Miss Murdstone took their stand. However I might have expressed my comprehension of it at that time, if I had been called upon, I nevertheless did clearly comprehend in my own way, that it was another name for tyranny; and for a certain gloomy, arrogant, devil’s humour, that was in them both." - From David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

#BookQuote #BookQuoteWednesday #Books #Bookstodon #CharlesDickens @bookstodon

"Colour seemed flung down anyhow, anywhere; every sort of colour, piled up in heaps, pouring along in rivers—the periwinkles looked exactly as if they were being poured down each side of the steps—and flowers that grow only in borders in England, proud flowers keeping themselves to themselves over there, such as the great blue irises and the lavender, were being jostled by small, shining common things like dandelions and daisies and the white bells of the wild onion, and only seemed the better and the more exuberant for it." -- from 'The Enchanted April' by Elizabeth Von Arnim

#SundaySentence #reading #books #BookQuote @bookstodon

“He was a man of very few words, and as it was impossible to talk, one had to keep silent. It’s hard work talking to some people, most often males. I have a Theory about it. With age, many men come down with testosterone autism, the symptoms of which are a gradual decline in social intelligence and capacity for interpersonal communication, as well as a reduced ability to formulate thoughts. The Person beset by this Ailment becomes taciturn and appears to be lost in contemplation. He develops an interest in various Tools and machinery, and he’s drawn to the Second World War and the biographies of famous people, mainly politicians and villains. His capacity to read novels almost entirely vanishes; testosterone autism disturbs the character’s psychological understanding." - from 'Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead' by Olga Tokarczuk (trans. Antonia Lloyd-Jones)

#WednesdayBookQuote #BookQuote #reading @bookstodon