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politijohn · 4 months ago
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quotespile · 10 months ago
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A little too much anger, too often or at the wrong time, can destroy more than you would ever imagine.
Marilynne Robinson, Gilead
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official-josh · 4 months ago
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megairea · 2 years ago
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I’m grateful for all those dark years, even though in retrospect they seem like a long, bitter prayer that was answered finally.
Marilynne Robinson, Gilead, 2004
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luthienne · 2 years ago
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My own dark time, as I call it, the time of my loneliness, was most of my life, as I have said, and I can't make any real account of myself without speaking of it. The time passed so strangely, as if every winter were the same winter, and every spring the same spring.
Marilynne Robinson, from Gilead
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porterdavis · 4 months ago
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aseaofquotes · 9 months ago
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Marilynne Robinson, Gilead
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theantichristpluviophile · 16 days ago
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Waking up as a female, lesbian, migrant to realise I am absolutely totally completely fucked😃😃😃
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lenbryant · 10 days ago
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Women fight back.
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teamgalacticcyrus · 11 days ago
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Can you do me a favor. If you’re deeply upset and worried about the state of the world right now- if you’re angry, afraid of losing your rights, leave a note on this post? My mom has been shouting at me for being upset and insisting it’s just me and saying I’m delusional and I’d like to prove her wrong.
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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 4 months ago
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The River at Ascutney, 1942 Maxfield Parrish
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Every prayer seemed long to me at that age, and I was truly bone tired. I tried to keep my eyes closed, but after a while I had to look around a little. And this is something I remember very well. At first I thought I saw the sun setting in the east; I knew where east was, because the sun was just over the horizon when we got there that morning. Then I realized that what I saw was a full moon rising just as the sun was going down. Each of them was standing on its edge, with the most wonderful light between them. It seemed as if you could touch it, as if there were palpable currents of light passing back and forth, or as if there were great taut skeins of light suspended between them. I wanted my father to see it, but I knew I’d have to startle him out of his prayer, and I wanted to do it the best way, so I took his hand and kissed it. And then I said, “Look at the moon.” And he did. We just stood there until the sun was down and the moon was up. They seemed to float on the horizon for quite a long time, I suppose because they were both so bright you couldn’t get a clear look at them. And that grave, and my father and I, were exactly between them, which seemed amazing to me at the time, since I hadn’t given much thought to the nature of the horizon. My father said, “I would never have thought this place could be beautiful. I’m glad to know that.”
from "Gilead" by Marilynne Robinson
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politijohn · 1 year ago
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quotespile · 29 days ago
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It's not a man's working hours that is important, it is how he spends his leisure time.
Marilynne Robinson, Gilead
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waverlied · 2 years ago
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[OC] Gilead
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megairea · 2 years ago
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Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life. All it needs from you is that you take care not to trample on it.
Marilynne Robinson, Gilead, 2004
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exhaled-spirals · 1 year ago
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Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life.
— Marilynne Robinson, Gilead
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