"The glossy version of my music business job that a person might see and think automatically makes me rich and glamorous is an illusion. For one thing? I'm stupid and frivolous with money, and for another, it's everybody around me that gets rich." — Brandi Carlile #SundaySentence
So they sat in silence for a bit, smoking, listening to the buzz of the fly as it made its crazy darts toward the light.
-- a #SundaySentence from Mystic River by Dennis Lehane.
“[I was dreaming of you but]
just then
Dawn, in her golden sandals
[woke me]”
― Sappho
#sundaysentence 📚💙
The book cover is bright pink with a central image of a marble-like statue of a person whose hand is lifting up a garment to show a thigh.
Fear is the mistaken belief I can't handle an event in the future. - by Maria Semple, Go Gentle. #SundaySentence #Booksky
Excerpted from the preface. Dedicated to J. R. R. Tolkien. The following sentence: "Do remember you are there to fuddle him."
#SundaySentence
But the best of all is to let him read no science but to give him a grand general idea that he knows it all and that everything he happens to have picked up in casual talk and reading is “the results of modern investigation”.
C. S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters (1942)
“Learn to feel the woods.”
Polly Atkin, The Company of Owls
#SundaySentence
#SundaySentence
Pindar comments proverbially: “The craziest type of people are those who scorn what they have around them and look elsewhere / vainly searching for what cannot exist.”
from Roberto Calasso
The Marriage of Cadmus and Harmony
"A lecture about compartmentalization is more than a bit rich coming from someone who keeps her sex trapeze in a spare room drawer."
#SundaySentence from Definitely Thriving by Kerry Clare (@HouseofAnansi.bsky.social Press) miramichireader.ca/2026/04/defi...
Aziz believed that all religious wars were in essence a "linguistic problem." Language, he said, did more to hide than reveal the Truth, and as a result people constantly misunderstood and misjudged one another.
- Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love
#sundaysentence
♪Ah—so far apart, you know, There’s no way to meet when I long to— If only the moon would turn into a mirror, you know, Wouldn’t that be something—♪
“Joban Tankō-bushi” (The Joban Coal Mining Song) tr. me
#sundaysentence
When things go wrong, you'll find they usually go on getting worse for some time; but when things once start going right they often go on getting better and better.
#SundaySentence from The Magician’s Nephew by C.S. Lewis.
A part of him longed to hear the voice of another human. Another part of him hoped never to see another person as long as he lived.
#SundaySentence
SALVATION by C. William Langsfeld
![[Image Description: a graphic featuring a photo of Natascha Wodin and the words ...later, when I was already grown up and the traumas of my childhood began to engulf me with senseless, absurd fears for which there seemed to be no cure, I occasionally thought that my father was probably right and that my psychic fiasco was rooted in the soil of my ancestors, like couch grass that you could pull at as much as you wanted without ever being able to rip it out, so that I would have no chance of ever freeing myself from the destructive imprint of my childhood.]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:diyyoff3hc4pakhill6zgn4l/bafkreidgfgpe6jwj4kxrv2xa3bz3dy4dgdw52ohw4yhdbdtj57eptv3zze)
[Image Description: a graphic featuring a photo of Natascha Wodin and the words ...later, when I was already grown up and the traumas of my childhood began to engulf me with senseless, absurd fears for which there seemed to be no cure, I occasionally thought that my father was probably right and that my psychic fiasco was rooted in the soil of my ancestors, like couch grass that you could pull at as much as you wanted without ever being able to rip it out, so that I would have no chance of ever freeing myself from the destructive imprint of my childhood.]
#SundaySentence from She Came from Mariupol by Natascha Wodin, Alfred Kueppers (Translator)
#CurrentlyReading
Who knows? Who is in possession of a crystal ball, the kind that can look backward and forward and explain all things like it was common sense?
#SundaySentence from Dear Miss Metropolitan by Carolyn Ferrell.
#booksky💙📚 #amreading
Empathy only lives at the intersection of facts and imagination, and once you know [Emmett Till's] story, you can't unknow it #SundaySentence
"if i must fade
let it be like stars
dimming
for the sake
of morning" - Francesco Mastrangelo
#sundaysentence
From the confetti poppers to the game room to the dramatic release of balloons, he flitted, snapping all the way, his a strange and frenetic mating dance, like a clown act paired with disappearance, with teleportation, he was nowhere and everywhere, which made her wait, she was always waiting, willing his return, watching him out of the narrow of her eye, acutely aware of her body in space, how she stood, hip out, clutching the long thin stem of one glass then another, stacking cubes of sushi, sliding off skewers of meat, clapping to the hora, shuffling through line dances, trussed in boas, in giveaway shades, until sure enough, he circled back.
This week's #SundaySentence comes from one of the superb stories in *3 by Sara Lippmann* ( @saralippmann.bsky.social ). www.erikadreifus.com/2026/04/sund...
#sundaysentence but really this whole book. One of her best, loved it #books #booksky 📚
Willful ignorance and malevolence rarely go unrewarded.
#sundaysentence
#thepoweroflife #jessicariskin
@riverheadbooks.bsky.social
I have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
--TS Eliot, The Love Song of Alfred J Prufrock
#SundaySentence
“The man who gets gunpowder from dreams
also gets salt on his wounds”
— Bei Dao (from “AT THIS MOMENT”)
#sundaysentence
“I know I’m American because when I walk into a room something dies.”
#SundaySentence from “Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying” by Noor Hindi (@noorhindi.bsky.social)
Via Read a Little Poem on Facebook. @readalittlepoem.bsky.social
#SmallPoemSunday
#Poetry #NationalPoetryMonth #poem
Not like her 1st book, this one was just petty. I live in this town, know some of these people, but i think i would have felt that way regardless. But… a #sundaysentence: “To believe the things we believe about our families is to be able to declare about ourselves the things we wish to be true.”
“When Monday morning washday came, the clothes would be all tied up in knots, eyes anywhere I had used the pencil. I had to sit down and untie these clothes so I could wash them.”
Nellie Mae Rowe
#SundaySentence +1
“If I’d a known they were gonna start doing talkies,” Dixie said, “I’d a never wasted all that time learning to read.”
#sundaysentence
#thecalamityclub
#kathrynstockett
#spiegel&grau
#netgalley
My #SundaySentence (or a few) this week is from Andrea Gibson:
“Has your heart ever been a hoarder?
Mine has.
But mostly I don’t keep anything but my word.”
#SundaySentence
If they did not leave then, how do you convince someone things are bad when they've already experienced the worst?
~We Were the Lucky Ones
S1 E1
"Often, catching sight of something or other—a drop of water, a shell, a hair—you stopped, stood quite still, your gaze transfixed, your heart opened" — Gustave Flaubert, qtd. in "Cosmic Connections: Poetry in the Age of Disenchantment"
#SundaySentence
The force behind the movement of time is a mourning that will not be comforted.
― Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping
#SundaySentence
One of the best novels ever imo
“If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
#sundaysentence
