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Lydia M. Child
American Abolitionist, Writer, Editor 1802-1880+1
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of the character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
Saint Lucian poet and playwright, winner Nobel Prize in Literature 1930-20170
Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.
South african writer 1923-0
Exile as a mode of genius no longer exists; in place of Joyce we have the fragments of work appearing in Index on Censorship.
American writer 1900-19490
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
Edward M. Forster
English novelist, short story writer, essayist and librettist 1879-19700
Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect, and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die.
German preacher 1483-15460
There is no wisdom save in truth. Truth is everlasting, but our ideas about truth are changeable. Only a little of the first fruits of wisdom, only a few fragments of the boundless heights, breadths and depths of truth, have I been able to gather.
American writer 1930-19920
We are like ignorant shepherds living on a site where great civilizations once flourished. The shepherds play with the fragments that pop up to the surface, having no notion of the beautiful structures of which they were once a part.
American writer 1891-19800
We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.
What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end.Source: De last die ze droegen (1990) 34