Katherine Bodner
@katesthoughts
Katherine Bodner
The fact is, we exist. We’re here, we’re alive, and as long as that’s the case, the future can still be worse or better depending on our actions. Every minute we continue to breathe, to get up, to raise our kids, we are choosing hope—hope that it’s better to keep existing than to not, to keep breathing than to not, to keep getting up than to not.
Consolation, by Edvard Munch. Such beauty. Interesting to compare to similar picture “the Vampire” which Munch painted with a similar idea in mind (only that the woman seems to be consoling the man, giving him a kiss on his neck) but which was then named “the Vampire” by another writer/companion of his/can’t remember… illustrates power dynamics and a certain fear of women gaining power at the time (early 1900)
many discussions are actually three different conversations. There are practical, decision-making conversations that focus on What’s This Really About? There are emotional conversations, which ask How Do We Feel? And there are social conversations that explore Who Are We? We are often moving in and out of all three conversations as a dialogue
... See moreCharles Duhigg • Supercommunicators - How to Unlock the Secret Language of Connection
In this spirit, she now considered her own tendency to believe what she most needed to be true. Yes, perhaps Bogle needed to believe, could not afford disbelief. And if that were true of him, it was surely also the case for Henry, and for Mr Onslo and Mr Baigent, not to mention all those optimistic people clutchin their 'Tichborne Bonds' ... Good
... See more“But a person's outward appearance does not define the boundaries of their internal feelings, Ivan knows. Plain, unappealing people are by no means exempt from the experience of strong passions.” - Intermezzo by Sally Rooney (p 24)
“She has been contained before, contained and directed, by the trappings of ordinary life. Now she no longer feels contained or directed by these forces, no longer directed by anything at all. Life has slipped free of its netting.” - Intermezzo by Sally Rooney (p 56)
“Her bitten nails, reminding Margaret of Ivan. Reminded again now listening. On the phone with him last night, she mentioned the recital, and he told her that Bach was his favour-ite composer, that he would be sorry to miss the show. It gave her a tender feeling, this remark, suggestion of another reality.
That he might, under different
... See more“Quickly and easily the pianist's hands move over the keys, her head it seems nodding with the complex play of rhythms, faster and faster. Brighter now and glimmering the notes rise into the dark, chasing, light footsteps. The tense thrilled hush of listeners gathered together around the sound: sharing in silence this one brief consciousness.
... See more„Over the rocks at the end of the beach, saltwater crashes with a hissing fracturing sound, and sea spray rises glittering against the grey sky, droplets suspended trembling in the air before they fall.“ - Intermezzo by Sally Rooney (p. 175)