“The idea of some kind of objectively constant, universal literary value is seductive. It feels real. It feels like a stone cold fact that In Search of Lost Time, by Marcel Proust, is better than A Shore Thing, by Snooki. And it may be; Snooki definitely has more one-star reviews on Amazon. But if literary value is real, no one seems to be able to locate it or define it very well. We're increasingly adrift in a grey void of aesthetic relativism.” IfsFeelsWellsKindMayIdeasRealFactsSeemsAbleValuesLostStarsColdStonesUniversalConstantReviewsShoreVoidAestheticGreyAmazonSeductiveRelativismProustLost TimeAdriftStone ColdSnooki Author:Lev Grossman
“This rose became a bandanna, which became a house, which became infused with all passion, which became a hideaway, which became yes I would like to have dinner, which became hands, which became lands, shores, beaches, natives on the stones, staring and wild beasts in the trees, chasing the hats of lost hunters, and all this deserves a tone.” HandsPassionHouseLostTreeLandDeserveStonesRoseDinnerBeachStaringToneBeastHatsShoreHuntersChasingWild Beasts Book:Days and Nights Source: Days and Nights
“We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things: it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.” DestinyKnowingWindGoes OnOceanStonesMortalsBurningGoodbyeShoreMetalsDiscoveringSaying GoodbyeMy Destiny Book:Still Another Day Source: Still Another Day
“wisdom is like a bottomless pond. You throw stones in and they sink into darkness and dissolve. Her eyes looking back do not reflect anything. I think this to myself even though I love my daughter. She and I have shared the same body. There is a part of her mind that is a part of mine. But when she was born she sprang from me like a slippery fish, and has been swimming away ever since. All her life, I have watched her as though from another shore.” ThinkingMindHas BeensBodyEyeBornDarknessMinesDaughterStonesFishesMy DaughterShoreSwimmingLooking BackHer EyesPondsSlipperyLove My DaughterEyes LookingI Love My Daughter Author:Amy Tan
“We are shoulder to shoulder due to the size of the cab, and if Gratton is made of flour and potatoes, Sean is made of stone and driftwood and possibly those prickly anemones that sometimes wash up on shore.” IfsMadeSometimesStonesSizeDuesShouldersShorePotatoesCabSeanFlourDriftwood Book:The Scorpio Races Source: The Scorpio Races
“It was an actual Christmas tree farm. We had, like, 15 acres. It was really fun as a kid. I also spent my summers at the Jersey Shore, on the bay in Stone Harbor. I walked everywhere barefoot. It was just the most amazing, magical way to grow up.” WayKidsFunGrowsGrowing UpTreeSummerStonesShoreFarmsJerseyHarborsMost AmazingAcresBarefootChristmas TreeJersey Shore Author:Taylor Swift
“When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the waterside. But as we went along there were more and yet more and at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a county turnpike toad. I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew about the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake.” IfsLongLastsBeautifulWalksSawsTreeJourneyWindGrewSpringStonesWoodsWanderParksLakesMarchShoreLaughedHikingBeltsPillowCountySpringtimeTrekkingStrollingWearinessSaunteringBreadthToadsDaffodil Author:Dorothy Wordsworth