“‘You did not ask,’ the tallest hyena said. ‘But you are wild now regardless.’”
#SundaySentence is from Wild Life, by Amanda Leduc
https://app.thestorygraph.com/books/71c5e9fb-7ed3-433b-828e-045716a0d11a
Reviewed by me for the BC Review https://thebcreview.ca/2025/03/28/2491-leduc-mcfarland/
"Fate takes only one path," she added, with such confidence that Franklin decided this was someone who would be able to fill the gaping hole in his life where certainty was meant to reside.
Kate Atkinson
The Indiscreet Charms of the Bourgeoisie
#SundaySentence #KateAtkinson
"In the West even the millionaire suffers from a vague sense of guilt, like a dog eating a leg of mutton."
--George Orwell, 'Coming up for air,' published in 1939.
“Respect for right conduct is felt by every body.”
From: Austen, Jane. “Emma.”
"It's about demonstrating intelligence, demonstrating discernment and demonstrating the value of time, because to have your own time is one of the greatest luxuries in the world. Reading— not being always online, not always being connected, not having the phone constantly next to you-has come to imply that you are just operating at a different level."
- James Denman
#SundaySentence #bookstodon #reading
“A journal — any writing — is a chance at immortality, or if not eternal life, at least a little more life, a little more after death” (Elisa Gabbert, 'Any Person is the Only Self,' pp. 102f).
#SundaySentence #journaling #writing @bookstodon #meaningoflife
“They know things from so deep and far that we have forgotten that we have forgotten that we have forgotten them.” -- from 'Impossible Creatures' by Katherine Rundell; illus. Virginia Allyn
“I can get food for my mind in books — in observation of life — in my own reflections, [but] food for my heart must come direct from others — & my heart always craved more than my mind” (p. 96 in Megan Marshall's book 'After Lives,' quoting a letter from Elizabeth Peabody to her sister Mary).
@bookstodon #reading #SundaySentence #friendship #conversation
"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
"In its badness my chaotic handwriting seems to reveal something about me that I’d rather not look at."
#SundaySentence from Beware the man whose handwriting sways like a reed in the wind by Anne Carson (2025 @lrb) https://tinyurl.com/2rhn3txj
Dandelions in bullet holes
We stand in our civilian clothes
On blankets laid out on a lawn
Clouds of rain will all move on
#SundaySentence is from Sarah Harmer
https://sarahharmer.bandcamp.com/album/sarah-harmer-all-of-our-names?t=6
"Why do days like these have to end, why can't happiness stop when it comes to us, and we could carry it through life as the turtle carries its house; like an unbreakable shield against the arrows of unhappiness?"
#SundaySentence from Your Absence is Darkness by Jón Kalman Stefánsson, translated by Philip Roughton (2024 Biblioasis) https://tinyurl.com/4en8hxp2
"In withholding or distorting knowledge or imparting falsehood, a liar deprives others of the information they need to participate in public and political life, to avoid dangers, to understand the world around them, to act on principle, to know themselves and others and the situation, to make good choices, and ultimately to be free" (Rebecca Solnit, in Orwell's Roses, p. 221).
@bookstodon #SundaySentence #truth #lies #democracy #politics #freedom #bookstodon
"The heart drew lines between love and fear, and in its constant travel between the two it knew all there was to know."
--Samantha Harvey, The Western Wind #SundaySentence
"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
"I was born not knowing and have had only a little time to change that here and there."
-- Richard Feynman
I am afraid I cannot
have hysterics to
prove my sensibility.
-A Christie, Murder on the Orient Express
#SundaySentence #bookstodon
