Writing from 2011 ….

*I recently remembered I had another blog I had started years and years ago.  This was the only post I had written, and part of me is really ashamed at my writing.  However, I have been blogging for a year now, and I thought this would be an interesting way of celebrating that.  (Plus, I’m using this as an intermediary while I try to find the flash drive that had some of the projects I’m working on ….) My writing is rough; you are warned. *


Top Five Favorite Movies for Snow Days

Okay. So, with this snow normally comes snow days. And, lucky me, my brothers have already had four. Me, um, two. So, when that opportunity comes around, you will probably find me in our basement watching movies. By myself. Under our leopard blanket. With hot chocolate. So, “What movies,” you ask? Well, let me explain.

Jane Eyre   This movie is so long, four hours exactly, but it fills my romantic craving. Plus, I love the idea of a troubled romance, so, hey, perfect combo, right?  Troubled romances, long movies, and a hot lead? Get my hot cocoa started!  Also, that time in England, the mid 1800’s, completely captivates me. The dresses, the, ah, men, and the parties. So, like, honestly, what better way to spend a snow day? Eh?

Les Miserables   I got the full show on DVD for Christmas this past year. Yeah, it’s just singing, but, hey. It is actually at the London Hall, so it’s supposed to be good, right? I still need to finish it. I haven’t been able to watch it the whole way through, so I’m just waiting for that. Also, and you can ask my family this, but I go around the house singing Les Mis songs day in and day out. Mark finds it annoying, but once you get bit by the Les Mis bug, there ain’t no going back!

Alice in Wonderland   Okay, this movie is either love it or hate it, and I for one, love it! My top favorite actors are in it; Helena Bonham Carter, Anne Hathaway, Alan Rickman, and Johnny Depp. Plus, it was directed by Tim Burton. Sure, he’s crazy, but he does some good movies! I got it for Christmas, on Blu-ray, and wow, the colors are vibrant! I just think, even though his movies are out there and out of the ordinary, the music is amazing! I hear something weird and instantaneously, I think Tim Burton. So, yeah.

Anything Harry Potter   Yes, I know, I’m obsessing. But whatever! I have always loved the idea of magic, so this is perfect! Also, I think the main theme behind all of the books is a good way to say that good triumphs over evil, no matter how strong the evil may be. I think that Daniel Radcliff is a great actor, no matter what everyone else says. Plus, I want to be completely ready for a surprise trip down to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter. Hint, hint, Mom!

 Avatar   This movie is just plain good! Sigourney Weaver definitely knows how to kick some butt in the movie! Also, Pandora is amazing! The plants, the animals, and Eywa reminds me of how much God is around me and everywhere I look. Personally, I find the Na’ vi people intriguing.  Just the way they go about things, like killing animals, hunting, living, and the music. It makes me wish Pandora was real and that we could actually take on the form of an avatar. Hmm, that would be so cool. Hey, I will keep right on dreaming!

So, those are just a few of the movies I would watch (and have watched). My list could go on and on, including the like of Pirates of the Caribbean, Thumbelina, Anastasia, and many more, but I said my top five. Plus, the “Pirate” movies are another story in and of itself. Please let me know what your top movies for snow days are.


Art to make you Feel

SoulPancake time!  This particular prompt is “List five pieces of art that stimulate your brain stem”.

I love art, and so asking me to choose my top favorite pieces of art is like asking me to choose my top five favorite movies or books; it’s impossible!

*Note: I know this prompt is probably looking for visual pieces of art, such as a painting or sculpture.  However, I see art as a form of powerful personal expression and creativity, so my choices are going to be a compilation of music, photos, paintings, and even a book.  To each their own, right?*

1. Untitled photo of a woman, Man Ray – I couldn’t find a proper title for this image, but regardless.  There is something so captivating about this woman.  I love the fragmented reflections around her.  It’s haunting and sad and dark and beautiful.  Man Ray’s pictures tend to be sexual and dark, but this picture is one that I’d love to hang in my room.


2. Rhapsody in Blue, George Gershwin- This piece of music is, in my humble opinion, one of the greatest pieces ever written.  I love it so much.  Every time I listen to it, I fall in love.  Last Christmas I received a record with Rhapsody on one side, and American in Paris on the other, and let me tell you what.  They are phenomenal, and Gershwin is amazing.

3. The Golden Echo, Kimbra – Kimbra is a modern singer/songwriter/musician.  When you listen to her talk about her music, or watch her sing, you can see how much music means to her.  This album, The Golden Echo, is her second album, and so incredibly packed full of awesome stuff.  It’s the kind of music that you have to listen to with headphones on and the volume up.  Each piece gives me a very different feeling and impression.  Kimbra’s just a freaking powerhouse, and it shows in her music.

4. The Star, Edgar Degas – I love Degas.  I took ballet for several years growing up, so I have a deep appreciation for the beauty of ballerinas and their world.  I love the subtle brush strokes and delicate focus on the dancers.  Whenever I see a Degas painting of ballerinas, a part of me wishes I was still a ballerina.


5. Starry Night, Vincent van Gogh – I love van Gogh.  My current calendar is a collection of his paintings.  I love the textures, and the brush strokes, that are apparent in his work.  There’s something calming and gentle, and incredibly passionate in all of his works.  I know Starry Night is his most famous work, but I think this one is definitely one of my favorites.  I love the swirls and the colors; there’s something quite magical in this painting.


I also really like Dance at Bougival by Auguste Renoir, All My Demons Greeting Me as Friends by Aurora, and Les Misérables by Victor Hugo.


What are some pieces of art that make you feel?

Ciao for now,



April Books

I finally have my act together enough to sit down and write this post.  It should have happened a couple of weeks ago, but you know how it goes.  Summer vacation suddenly hits, and all you want to do is absolutely nothing.  Plus, I recently discovered the newest season of BBC’s Sherlock, so of course that had to all be watched in a day.  But anyway, here we go.

23569715._UY200_The Wonder of All Things by Jason Mott   (I spoke about this book already here.). I am inspired to read certain books based on conversations between my mom and my Nana.  Around Christmastime two years ago, my Nana was telling my Mom about this book, and I was listening to their conversation.  The way I heard my Nana describe this book was enough to interest me.  This story is about a young girl who has the ability to heal people, but every time she does, she dies a little bit.  This story examines individual responsibility versus societal duty.  It hurts to read, because of the conflict between the individual characters, and the people demanding things.  Plus, the story brings up the question of “What would you do in that situation?”.  The answer I had before I read this book is very different from my answer now.  I love books that make me think and re-evaluate my morals, beliefs, and my ideas about myself, books like The Color Purple, anything from Dan Brown, etc.  And I love books that stay with me, dancing around my heart and mind, for a long time after.  The other thing I really liked about this book, was the writing.  It was beautiful.  It reminded me a lot of my favorite book growing up, Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech.  Simply, this book was wonderful.

The Black Madonna by Muriel Spark  For my online class, I had to read a short story, black-madonnaand write a literary analysis on it.  I chose The Black Madonna, simply by flipping my textbook open to an author I hadn’t read before.  This story is an interesting one, for many reasons.  It analyses the power of religion, religious judgment, racism, cheating, mixed race genealogy, and probably the most powerful of all, the difference in the types of mothers, particularly in regards to socioeconomic status.  This story is named for a carving of the Madonna, done in a piece of black wood, that was gifted to the Parkers’ Catholic church.  Raymond and Lou were a white couple who had been married for quite some time, and were without children.  Eventually, it began to circle that praying to the Back Madonna for a child, would produce a child.  When Lou does have a child, the daughter is of another skin color.  This causes problems, as prior to getting pregnant, the couple had friends who were black.  They end up deciding to put the child up for adoption, believing it was the right thing to do.  The Parkers lived in a wealthier area, and had a bit of money.  This contrasted greatly with Lou’s sister, who was a widow with eight kids who lived off of welfare.  This was an interesting story to read because of the layers of meaning and themes.  I liked how plainly Sparks laid out the hypocrisy and judgment in religion, and how she contrasted the mothers, but I really didn’t like how the Parkers handled their daughter.  Their behavior makes sense in the story, but it just puts a sour taste in my mouth.  Instead of acknowledging the possibility of black in their ancestry, the Parkers would much rather put the child up for adoption, thinking it was a mistake.  Something about that just doesn’t sit right with me, especially after how Lou judged her sister for her choice of parenting.  The Black Madonna certainly gave me a lot to think about, but it’s not one I will probably read again for a long time.

What about you?  Have you read anything fun and interesting?

Ciao for now,



The beauty of Victor Hugo (pt. 8)

In this section of the book, Valjean and Cosette move out of the Rue Plumet, the barricades are created and the fighting begins, and a young girl dies.


The smile of the woman we love has a brilliance that shows by night. (p. 1024)

There are moments when woman accepts, like a somber and resigned goddess, the religion of love. (p.1025)

“I have little time for warriors in time of peace.” (p. 1029)

A child’s misery is of concern to a mother, a young man’s misery is of concern to a young woman, an old man’s misery is of concern to nobody.  Of all miseries this is the coldest. (p. 1044)

What constitutes an èmeute, a riot?  Nothing and everything.  An electricity gradually released, a flame suddenly leaping forth, a drifting force, a passing wind. (p. 1048)

Add, for we must tell it, the massacres that too often dishonored the victory of order grown ferocious over liberty gone mad. (p. 1050)

The nobility of a great heart, condensed into justice and truth, strikes like a thunderbolt. (p. 1053)

In the most usual cases rioting springs from a material fact; insurrection is always a moral phenomenon. (p. 1054)

Whatever today may be, peace is tomorrow. (p. 1054)

A revolution is not stopped dead.  It always has some necessary undulations before returning to the condition of peace like a mountain descending toward the plain. (p. 1055)

Little incidents, we believe we have said, are, so to speak, the foliage of great events and are lost in the great span of history. (p. 1055)

As we have said, the great city is like a place of artillery; when it is loaded the falling of one spark is enough, the shot goes off. (p. 1056)

“Economize your ammunition.  We don’t fire out of rank- not with the soul any more than the gun. (p. 1077)

A mob does not go precisely where it wants to.  We have explained that a gust of wind carries it along. (p. 1081)

Nothing is more natural to drinkers than an ellipsis.  The ellipsis is the zigzag of a phrase. (p. 1084)

“That makes us get along, my coat and I.  It has adopted all my wrinkles, it doesn’t bind me anywhere, it has adopted to all my deformities, it is complaisant to all my motions; I feel it only because it keeps me warm.  Old coats are the same thing as old friends.” (p. 926ebcf52f0e710102b3827ff38f5c5a1088)

“In fact, that confirms my conjectures about Jehovah’s fortune; and to see so much discomfort above and below, so much pettiness and meanness and stinginess and distress in the heavens and on earth, from the bird without a grain of millet to me who haven’t a hundred thousand livres of income, to see human destiny, much worn out, and even royal destiny, which is showing through to the warp, witness the Prince of Condé hung, to see winter, which is nothing but a rip in the zenith with the wind blowing through, to see so many tatters even in the brand-new purple of the morning on the tops of the hills, to see the dewdrops, those fake pearls, to see the frost, that paste, to see humanity ripped, and events patched, and so many spots on the sun, and so many holes in the moon, to see so much misery everywhere, I suspect that God is not rich.  He keeps up appearances, it is true, but I can sense the pinch.” (p. 1091)

Beneath the gilding of the sky I catch a glimpse of a poor universe.  Creation is bankrupt.” (p. 1091)

“It’s time to enlighten the human race.” (p. 1092)

“Oh! The frightful old world! They mutually strive, and plunder, and prostitute one another, they kill one another, and they get used to it all!” (p.1092)

[W]ith the exhausted patience of brutes that no more understand the ways of man than man understands the ways of Providence. (p. 1120)

A fearful, sacred voice, composed of the roaring brute and the speech of God, which terrifies the feeble and warns the wise, which comes at the same time from below like the voice of the lion and from above like the voice of thunder. (p. 1123)

There is an expansion of thought peculiar to the proximity of the grave; being near death makes us see the truth. (p. 1126)

Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn’t every war fought between men, between brothers? War is modified only by aim.  There’s neither foreign war nor civil war; there’s only unjust war and just war. (p. 1126)

War becomes shame , the sword becomes a dagger, only when it assassinates right, progress, reason, civilization, truth. (p. 1126)

There comes an hour when protest no longer suffices; after philosophy there must be action; the strong hand finished what the idea has sketched. (p. 1127)

Marius had lived too little to as yet to know that nothing is more imminent than the impossible, and that what we must always foresee is the unforeseen. (p. 1139)

She died with that tragic joy of jealous hearts that drag the being they love into death with them, saying, “Nobody shall have him!” (p. 1146)

Dreamers like Marius have these extreme depressions, and decisions come out of them. (p. 1146)

What are the convulsions of a city compared to the èmeutes of the soul? Man is a depth still more profound than the people. (p. 1148)

Between servant and master, betrayal begins with curiosity. (p. 1149)

Human nature is so constituted that we are reassured almost as foolishly as we are alarmed. (p. 1149)

[T]hat coward, for it is cowardice to come and make eyes at girls who are beside their father who loves them. (p. 1155)

Great grief contain dejection.  They discourage existence. (p. 1155)

It was clear the hydra of anarchy had gotten out of its box, and was raging in the neighborhood. (p. 1164)



(P.S. For one of my classes this semester, I am required to conduct a research experiment/study.  I am designing my study in the form of a survey.  I think it would be really cool to have you guys be a part of my research (but please do not feel obligated!).  If you are interested, the only stipulation is that you be an American citizen (sorry, but my topic is relevant to Americans).  So, if this is something you are interested in, please shoot me an email at fidelisdiem@gmail.com and I will send you the info. Thanks!! 🙂 )

The beauty of Victor Hugo (pt. 7)

In this portion of the story, Cosette falls in love, two lovers meet, and Thénardier escapes jail.


Besides, what is danger in the presence of duty? (p. 880)

Nothing is really small; anyone open to the deep penetration of nature knows this. (p. 886)

les_miserables___amanda_seyfried_as_cosette-t2[B]ut beyond this she was ignorant of everything, which is a charm and a peril.  The soul of a young girl should not be left in obscurity. (p. 888)

To form the mind of a young girl, all the nuns in the world are not equal to one mother. (p. 888)

Now, in this work of education, in this serious question of preparing a woman for life, what a quantity of knowledge is needed to struggle against that ignorance we call innocence. (p. 888)

[H]e had the secret wealth and eloquence of a humble, earnest intellect that has come into its own culture. (p. 889)

He had never known very clearly what the beauty of a woman was, but by instinct he understood that it was terrible. (p. 894)

Indeed, what is the use of having a pretty face and a delightful dress, if you do not show them? (p. 895)

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories that it has come to be disbelieved.  Few people dare say nowadays that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other.  Yet that is the way love beings, and only that way.  (p. 896)

Nothing is more real than the great shocks that two souls give each other in exchanging this spark. (p. 896)

Women play with their beauty the way children do with their knives.  They wound themselves with it. (p. 897)

And then, oddly enough, the first symptoms of true love in a man is timidity, in a young woman, boldness. (p. 897)

Is one less sick for not knowing the name of the disease? (p. 898)Cosette-and-marius

They did not speak, they did not exchange greetings, they saw each other; and, like the stars in the sky separated by millions of miles, they lived by gazing at each other. (p. 899)

These two beings, who loved each other so exclusively, and with so touching a love, and who had lived so long for each other, were now suffering beside one another and through one another; without speaking of it, without harsh feelings, and smiling all the while. (p. 904)

[G]entleness and tenderness are born with love, and the young girl with a trembling, fragile idea in her heart feels pity for a butterfly’s wings. (p. 905)

It was not day, it was dawn; a wild and ravishing moment. (p. 905)

There are some mediations that can be called vertical; when one is at the bottom it takes time to return to the earth’s surface. (p. 906)

Cosette trembled all over; she asked, “Father, are they still men?” “Sometimes,” said the man of misery. (p. 911)

[W]inter always carries with it something of our sadness. (p. 915)

“Work is the law; whoever spurns it as tiresome will have it as a punishment.” (p. 920)

“To live idle on the substance of society! To be useless, that is to say, noxious! That leads straight to the lowest depth of misery.  Woe to anyone who desires to be a parasite.” (p. 922)

Actually, by her nature, Cosette was not easily startled.  There was in her veins the blood of the gypsy and the barefoot adventuress.  It must be remembered that she was more a lark than a dove.  She was wild and brave at heart. (p. 927)

What is fear by night turns to curiosity by day. (p. 931)

To love a human being is to make her transparent. (p. 932)

All of God’s works were made to serve love. (p. 932)

The infinite require the inexhaustible. (p. 932)

When love has dissolved and mingled two beings into an angelic sacred unity, the secret of life is found for them; they are then but the two terms of a single destiny; they are then but the two wings of a single spirit.  Love, soar! (p. 933)

Love is a celestial breathing of the air of paradise. (p. 934)

Try to love souls, you shall find them again. (p. 934)

If no one loved, the sun would go out. (p. 935)

The most terrible of motives and the most unanswerable of responses: Because. (p. 941)

The skirt becomes short at the moment that nudity becomes indecent. (p. 947)

This period will pass, it is already on its way out; we are beginning to understand that, if there can be force in a boiler, there can only be power in a brain; in other words, what leads and controls the world is not locomotives but ideas. (p. 955)

8663_392462074206124_1804947818_nThe emperor had had a dream of genius; in this titanic elephant, armed prodigious, brandishing his trunk, bearing his tower and making the joyous and vivacious waters gush out on all sides around him, he wanted to incarnate the people.  God had done a grander thing with it, he sheltered a child. (p. 957)

Since true history deals with everything, the true historian deals with everything. (p. 984)

What can be done in a sepulcher? They died.  What can be done in a hell? They sang.  For where there is no more hope, song remains. (p. 992)

Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love. (p. 993)

“I do not understand how God, the father of men, can torture his children and his grandchildren, and hear them cry without being tortured himself.” (p. 995)

Through fasting from knowledge and wisdom, reason becomes emaciated.  As with stomachs, we should pity minds that do not eat.  If there is anything more poignant than a body agonizing for want of bread, it is a soul dying of hunger for light. (p. 999)

“And then what an enchanting glow when I catch a glimpse of your thoughts.  You reason amazingly. (p. 1007)

With eyes closed is the best way to view the soul. (p. 1010)

“I’m not the daughter of a dog, I’m the daughter of a wolf.  There are six of you, what’s that to me?  You’re men.  Well, I’m a woman. (p. 1018)




February Books

In February, I read quite a lot.  However, very little of it was for leisure.  I am currently taking an online class through my college, titled Women Writers.  At first, I was rather wary about this class, because I thought it would have a very modern feminist undertone.  I have said it before and I will say it again; I am not a feminist, at least not of the modern definition.  But I was pleasantly surprised.  This class is more a study of how the literary voices of women changed and grew over time, and how women desired to be seen as men’s intellectual and spiritual equal.  In our first unit, we covered Julian of Norwich, Anne Askew, and Queen Elizabeth I.  Second, we covered Anne Bradstreet, Abigail Adams, Frances Burney, Phillis Wheatley, and Mary Wollstonecraft.  And for the vast majority of February, the unit was focused on women from the Nineteenth Century; Mary Shelley, Sojourner Truth, Mary Fuller, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Harriet Jacobs, Charlotte Brontë (my personal favorite), Emily Brontë, and Emily Dickinson.

I love the writers from this past unit, although for some unearthly and completely shocking reason, we didn’t read Jane Austen.  I know, it’s pretty sacrilegious.  Nonetheless, I fell in love with this unit, and I couldn’t stop underlining things.  These women were so bold, yet so gentle, in their literary and political positions.

Sojourner Truth (who has become one of my favorites)sojourner-truth-ab

Ain’t I a Woman?

  • “Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter.  I think that ‘twixt the negroes of the South and the women of the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon.”
  • “That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere.  Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain’t I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm!”
  • “If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back, and get it right side up again!”

Keeping the Thing Going while Things Are Stirring

  • “[S]o much to good luck to have slavery partly destroyed; not entirely.  I want it root and branch destroyed.  Then we will all be free indeed.”
  • “I want you to consider on that, chil’n.  I call you chil’n; you are somebody’s chil’n, and I am old enough to be mother of all that is here.  I want women to have their rights.”
  • “If it is not a fit place for women, it is unfit for men to be there.”
  • “You have been holding our rights so long, that you think like a slave holder, that you own us.  I know that it is hard for one who has held the reins for so long to give up; it cuts like a knife.”

220px-margaret_fuller_by_chappelMargaret Fuller

Women in the Nineteenth Century

  • “Those that think the physical circumstances of Women would make a part in the affairs of government unsuitable, are by no means those who think it impossible for negresses to endure field work, even during pregnancy, or for semptresses to go through their killing labors.”
  • “A house is no home unless it contain food and fire for the mind as well as for the body.”
  • “For human beings are not so constituted that they can live without expansion.  If they do not get it in one way, they must in another, or perish.”
  • “The lover, the poet, the artist, are likely to view her [woman] nobly.  The father and the philosopher have some chance of liberality; the man of the world, the legislator for expediency, none.”
  • “Yet, then and only then will mankind be ripe for this, when inward and outward freedom for Woman and mush as for Man shale be acknowledged as a right, not yielded as a concession.”
  • “As the friend of the Negro assumes that one man cannot by right hold another in bondage, so should the friend of Woman assume Man cannot by right lay even well-meant restrictions on Woman.”
  • “If the Negro be a soul, if the woman be a soul, apparelled in flesh, to one Master only they are accountable.  There is but one law for souls, and, if there is to be an interpreter of it, he must come not as man, nor son of man, but Son of God.”
  • “What Woman needs is not as a woman to act or rule, but as nature to grow, as an intellect to discern, as a soul to live freely and unimpeded, to unfold such powers as were given her when we left our common home.”
  • “From the time she could speak and go alone, he addressed her as not a plaything, but as a living mind.”
  • [T]hat the restraints upon the sex are insuperable only to those who think them so, or who noisily strive to break them.”
  • “[A]nd the many men who knew her mind and her life, showed to her the confidence as to a brother, gentleness as to a sister.”
  • “This self-dependence, which was honored in me, is deprecated as a fault in most women.  They are taught to learn their rule from without, not to unfold it from within.”
  • “No; because the position I early was enabled to take was one of self-reliance.  And were all women as sure of their wants as I was, the result would be the same.”
  • “The difficulty is to get them to the point from which they shall naturally develop self-respect, and learn self-help.”
  • “‘The soft arms of affection,’ said one of the most discerning spirits, ‘will not suffice for me, unless on them I see the steel bracelets of strength.'”
  • “When they [men] admired any woman, they were inclined to speak of her as ‘above her sex.'”
  • “Male and female represent two sides of the great radical dualism.  But, in fact, they are perpetually [assign into one another.”
  • “There is no wholly masculine man, no purely feminine woman.”
  • “History jeers at the attempts of physiologists to bind great original laws by the forms which flow from them.  They make a rule; they say from observation what can and cannot be.  In vain! Nature provides exceptions to every rule.”
  • “Women must leave off asking [men] and being influenced by them, but retire within themselves, and explore the ground-work of life till they find their peculiar secret.”
  • “Man can never be perfectly happy or virtuous, till all men are so.”
  • “[B]y the law of their common being, he could never reach his true proportions while she remained in any wise shorn of hers.”
  • “In families I know, some little girls like to saw wood, others to use carpenters’ tools.  Where these tastes are indulged, cheerfulness and good-humor are promoted.  Where they are forbidden, because ‘such things are not proper for girls’, they grow sullen and mischievous.”
  • “[N]o need to clip the wings of any bird that wants to soar and sing, or finds in itself the strength of a pinion for a migratory flight unusual to its kind.  The difference would be that all need not be constrained to employment for which some are unfit.”
  • “I wish Woman to live, first for God’s sake.  Then she will not make an imperfect man her god, and thus sink into idolatry.  Then she will not take what is not fit for her from a sense of weakness and poverty.  Then, if she finds what she needs in Man embodied, she will know how to love, and be worthy of being loved.”
  • “By being more a soul, she will not be less Woman, for nature is perfected through spirit.”
  • “It is vulgar error that love, a love, to Woman is her whole existence; she is also born for Truth and Love in their universal energy.”
  • “Shall not her name be for her era Victoria, and her country and life Virginia?”

Harriet Beecher Stoweharriet_beecher_stowe_c1852

Uncle Tom’s Cabin

  • “But no, innocent friend; in these days men have learned the art of sinning expertly and genteel, so as not to shock the eyes and senses of respectable society.”
  • “And if you should ever be under the necessity, sir, of selecting, out of two hundred men, one who was to become your absolute owner and disposer, you would, perhaps, realize, just as Tom did, how few there are that you would feel at all comfortable in being made over to.”

The Minister’s Housekeeper

  • “[Y]e see, there ain’t nothin’ wakes folks up like somebody else’s wantin’ what you’ve got.”

portraitEmily Brontë

[I am the only being whose doom]

  • “‘Twas grief enough to think mankind/All hollow, servile, insincere;/ But worse to trust to my own mind/ And find the same corruption there.”

F. de Samara to A. G. A.

  • “Unconquered in my soul that Tyrant rules me still;/ Life bows to my control, but Love I cannot kill!”

[No coward soul is mine]

  • “No coward soul is mine/ No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere/ I see Heaven’s glories shine/ And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear”
  • “O God within my breast/ Almighty ever present Deity/ Life, that in me hast rest/ As I Undying Life, have power in Thee”

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*snippets from her poems*

  • “I’m Nobody! Who are you?/Are you – Nobody – too?/Then there’s a pair of us!/ Dont tell! they’d advertise – you know!    How dreary – to be – Somebody!/ How public – like a Frog -/ To tell one’s name – the livelong June – / To an admiring Bog!”
  • “A solemn thing – it was – I said – / A Woman – white – to be – / And wear – if God should count me fit – / Her blameless mystery -“
  • “Baptized, before, without the choice,/ But this time, consciously, Of Grace – / Unto supremest name – “
  • “The soul has moments of escape – / When bursting all the doors – “
  • “One need not be a Chamber – to be Haunted – / One need not be a House – / The Brain has Corridors – surpassing/ Material Place”
  • “The Soul selects her own Society – “
  • “It was given to me by the Gods – / When I was a little Girl – / They give us Presents most – you know – / When we are new – and small.”
  • “Captivity is Consciousness – / So’s Liberty – “
  • “In the Parcel – Be the Merchant/ Of the Heavenly Grace – / But reduce no Human Spirit/ To Disgrace of Price – “
  • “In vain to punish Honey – / It only sweeter grows – “

Ciao for now,


The beauty of Victor Hugo (pt. 6)

In this section of the book, the Jondrettes are introduced, Mousier Leblanc is almost killed, and Eponine falls in love.


Never among animals does the creature born to be a dove change into an osprey.  That is only seen in men. (pg. 739)

In fact, to see the misery of man only is nothing, you must see the misery of woman; to see the misery of woman only is nothing, you must see the misery of childhood. (pg. 743)

And between their words there was groaning, and he did not even listen, his thoughts were elsewhere, on dreams, on impossible glimmerings, on loves in the sky, on infatuations; and all the while human beings, his brothers in Jesus Christ, his brothers in the people, were suffering agonies beside him! (pg. 744)

And then, when the fall is furthest, is that when charity should be greatest? (pg. 744)

Pity has, and should have its curiosity. (pg. 745)

[T]here are some men who don’t grow old. (pg. 765)

“Courage does not fear crime, and honesty does not fear authority.” (pg. 774)

This old man, so firm and so brave before so great a peril, seemed to be one of those natures who are courageous as they are good, simply and naturally.  The father of someone we love is never a stranger to us. (pg. 792)

His eye was filled with the base delight of a feeble, cruel, and cowardly animal, that can finally level what it has held in awe, and insult what it has flattered, the joy of the dwarf putting his heel on the head of Goliath, the joy of the jackal beginning to tear at a sick bull, dead enough not to be able to defend itself, still alive enough to suffer. (pg. 796)

Who has not noticed that hateful people have their tender points; monsters are easily annoyed. (pg. 796)

With great and lofty natures, the rebellion of the flesh and the senses against the assaults of physical pain brings out the soul and makes it appear on the countenance, in the same way that military mutinies force the captain to show himself. (pg. 811)

These appearances and disappearances have been called resistance and momentum.  Occasionally we see a gleam of truth, that daylight of the human soul. (pg. 822)

Guarantees to facts are the same thing as rest to men. (pg. 822)

One morning it stood up against France, and, raising its voice, denied the collective title and the individual title-sovereignty to the nation and liberty to the citizen.  In other words, it denied the nation what made it a nation and the citizen what made him a citizen. (pg. 824)

The property of right is that it is always beautiful and pure.  The fact, even the most necessary in appearance, even the most accepted by its contemporaries, if it exists only as fact, and if it contains too little of right, or none at all, is inevitably destined to become with time deformed, unclean, perhaps even monstrous. (pg. 826)

The dynasty hides the scaffolding and covers the ambulance. (pg. 827)

Now, logic ignores the Almost, just as the sun ignores the candle. (pg. 828)

But, by wishing to sit down too soon, we may stop the progress of even the human race. (pg. 829)

Egotism is not one of the divisions of the social order. (pg. 829)

A halt supposes battle yesterday and battle tomorrow. (pg. 829)

Revolutions have a terrible arm and a fortunate hand; they strike hard and choose well. (pg. 830)

[K]nowing the value of a minute, though not always of a year. (pg. 830)

[L]oving his country incontestably, but preferring his family. (pg. 831)

[P]aying little attention to minds, but able to read the character of men, that is to say, needing to see in order to judge. (pg. 832)

He took a bundle of documents and spent the night reviewing a criminal prosecution, feeling that it was something to stand up against Europe, but that it was much greater still to save a man from the executioner. (pg. 835-836)

A clash of principles resembles a clash of the elements. (pg. 837)

In revolutions, there are some swimmers going against the current; they are the old parties. (pg. 838)

Errors are excellent projectiles. (pg. 838)

A harmony required in the wrong way is often more onerous than a war. (pg. 839)

To kill wealth is not to distribute it. (pg. 841)

And the world will let you die and fall, because the world lets everything fall and die that is nothing but selfishness, everything that does not represent a virtue or idea for the human race. (pg. 841)

When events, premonitory of some latent social ill, and moving heavily along, the barks-articleinlineslightest complication stops them and shackles them. (pg. 857)

[A]nd nothing is more dangerous than discontinued labor; it is habit lost.  A habit easy to abandon, difficult to resume. (pg. 861)

Woe to the intellect who lets himself fall completely from thought into reverie! (pg. 861)

Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie its pleasure.  To replace thought with reverie is to confound poison with nourishment. (pg. 861)

Happy, even in anguish, is he to whom God has given a soul worthy of love and grief! (pg. 863)

The soul that loves and suffers is in the sublime state. (pg. 863)

To be on such intimate juggling relations with darkness is excellent for crime and admirable for the police.  There are such double agents. (pg. 865)

Robbers do not cease operations because they are in the hands of justice.  They are not so easily disconcerted.  Being in prison for one crime does not prevent the inception of another. (pg. 866)

It is a bitter thing that there should be moment when misery separates! They had been two friends; they were two passersby. (pg. 869)