diff --git a/frontend/static/quotes/english.json b/frontend/static/quotes/english.json index de75824aa..ee21fbbd7 100644 --- a/frontend/static/quotes/english.json +++ b/frontend/static/quotes/english.json @@ -35142,6 +35142,174 @@ "source": "Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory - Raphael Bob-Waksberg", "length": 207, "id": 6158 + }, + { + "text": "It's quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don't do it.", + "source": "Nausea - Jean-Paul Sartre", + "length": 220, + "id": 6159 + }, + { + "text": "You never know beforehand what people are capable of, you have to wait, give it time, it's time that rules, time is our gambling partner on the other side of the table and it holds all the cards of the deck in its hand, we have to guess the winning cards of life, our lives.", + "source": "Blindness - José Saramago", + "length": 274, + "id": 6160 + }, + { + "text": "They say you know nothing at eighteen. But there are things you know at eighteen that you will never know again.", + "source": "Mayflies - Andrew O'Hagan", + "length": 112, + "id": 6161 + }, + { + "text": "You should know, I tried for many years not to be in love with you, but I failed. And I really did try very hard. But it was not possible, and it never has been, because I have actually loved you from very early in our relationship. Possibly as early as our first meeting.", + "source": "Lust & Wonder - Augusten Burroughs", + "length": 272, + "id": 6162 + }, + { + "text": "People thought that being one of a kind made you special. No, it just made you lonely. What was special was belonging with someone else.", + "source": "The Vanishing Half - Brit Bennett", + "length": 136, + "id": 6163 + }, + { + "text": "Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter for the way was barred to me. There was a padlock and a chain upon the gate. I called in my dream to the lodge-keeper, and had no answer, and peering closer through the rusted spokes of the gate I saw that the lodge was uninhabited. No smoke came from the chimney, and the little lattice windows gaped forlorn.", + "source": "Rebecca - Daphne du Maurier", + "length": 454, + "id": 6164 + }, + { + "text": "Anyone can change the direction of his life, any time at all, if only he has enough motivation: that was the moral of the story. The cat found it easier to believe this than to think about what it actually meant: that the word anyone actually referred to a very small group of people, that time has no direction, and that motivation is rarely the salient difference between people.", + "source": "My Cat Yugoslavia - Pajtim Statovci", + "length": 381, + "id": 6165 + }, + { + "text": "Emma puts her head on Wallace's shoulder but she won't say anything either, can't bring herself to. No one does. No one ever does. Silence is their way of getting by, because if they are silent long enough, then this moment of minor discomfort will pass for them, will fold down into the landscape of the evening as if it never happened. Only Wallace will remember it. That's the frustrating part. Wallace is the only one for whom this is a humiliation.", + "source": "Real Life - Brandon Taylor", + "length": 453, + "id": 6166 + }, + { + "text": "I'm singing at a funeral tommorrow for a kid a year older than me. And I've been talking to his dad, makes me so sad. When I think too much about it, I can't breathe.", + "source": "Phoebe Bridgers - Funeral", + "length": 166, + "id": 6167 + }, + { + "text": "I asked you, \"How is your sister? I heard she got her degree.\" And I said, \"That makes me feel old.\" You said, \"What does that make me?\"", + "source": "Phoebe Bridgers - Scott Street", + "length": 136, + "id": 6168 + }, + { + "text": "Everywhere I go, I can see your face: alive and gone at once - hey, that's the way I see this place. And all this blessing was a curse, before I opened up my heart. You learn to take it as it comes; you fall together, fall apart.", + "source": "Angel Olsen - Sister", + "length": 229, + "id": 6169 + }, + { + "text": "Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? ...Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.", + "source": "East of Eden - John Steinbeck", + "length": 173, + "id": 6170 + }, + { + "text": "I am at the river with baby, her father enters with a leap. Hold her head above the water - she is pale against the streak. I am the horse beneath his daughter, he is the mountain underneath.", + "source": "Aldous Harding - Stop Your Tears", + "length": 191, + "id": 6171 + }, + { + "text": "Rushed in to hold down your page, and now I sleep 'side words you do not read with me. I hear a song from inside the maze - the very one you made. You shook at the ivory mantle. As a poet, I knew to be gentle. When you have a child, so begins the braiding, and in that braid you stay.", + "source": "Aldous Harding - The Barrel", + "length": 284, + "id": 6172 + }, + { + "text": "Sometimes the house is so quiet I feel like the only noise that fills my mind is what I've created myself. Remembered conversations come back to me as if my friends and family were right here in the room.", + "source": "The Samurai's Garden - Gail Tsukiyama", + "length": 204, + "id": 6173 + }, + { + "text": "On the lead guitar, said you'd go to work in the waking hour. In flourescent light, antisocialites watch a wilting flower.", + "source": "Alvvays - Dreams Tonite", + "length": 122, + "id": 6174 + }, + { + "text": "An outcast of modern society suffering from a case of sobriety. Shortcomings, well, you can take your pick, when you're catering to one of your nervous ticks. When you whisper you don't think of me that way; when I mention you don't mean that much to me, to me, to me.", + "source": "Alvvays - The Agency Group", + "length": 268, + "id": 6175 + }, + { + "text": "My friend, you are unique, but not always. Some stranger you don't know has surely felt your pain. Some stranger out there might even own your name, and say all the things that you said - your thoughts existing in someone else's head.", + "source": "Angel Olsen - If It's Alive, It Will", + "length": 234, + "id": 6176 + }, + { + "text": "I quit my dreaming the moment that I found you. I started dancing, just to be around you. Here's to thinking that it all meant so much more. I kept my mouth shut, and opened up the door.", + "source": "Angel Olsen - Unf**ktheworld", + "length": 186, + "id": 6177 + }, + { + "text": "When you don't know that you're wrong, or just how wrong you are. My feet are always heavy, as I inch toward the door. I thought we'd leave us for ourselves, a hundred times before, but I guess we're always leaving, even when we look the same. And it eases me somehow to know that even this will change. If you've got some light in you, then go before it's gone - burn your fire for no witness, it's the only way it's done.", + "source": "Angel Olsen - White Fire", + "length": 423, + "id": 6178 + }, + { + "text": "Jonny, who was it that said, \"A white wall may seem empty, but it's ready to be filled. And, in its readiness, needs nothing; It stands complete.\" Was it you? I don't remember, but it makes me wonder: Jonny, why couldn't you be ready, too? I was ready, ready to be happy. Ready for that long look that never ends.", + "source": "Faye Webster - Jonny (Reprise)", + "length": 313, + "id": 6179 + }, + { + "text": "Books, for me, are a home. Books don't make a home - they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and a different kind of space.", + "source": "Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? - Jeanette Winterson", + "length": 220, + "id": 6180 + }, + { + "text": "Why are we all burdened with the duty to destroy everything, change everything, entrust everything to impermanency? Is it this unpleasant duty that the world calls life?", + "source": "Confessions of a Mask - Yukio Mishima", + "length": 169, + "id": 6181 + }, + { + "text": "But as he moves closer, I cannot help but ask: if in a different world, would our love forever last? The almighty scientist says most of the universe is empty, and gods don't exist. Well, maybe that's where our love ends up - no holy grail, just an empty cup.", + "source": "Susanne Sundfør - Good Luck Bad Luck", + "length": 259, + "id": 6182 + }, + { + "text": "They'll kiss you in the evening - devils in disguise - and love you 'til the morning, then vanish before your eyes. A walking disaster can also master a graceful posture, but where's the dignity? When? I wish I had a lover who'd keep it undercover. We could live our dreams, we'd sail on golden wings. I wish I had a lover, someone who wouldn't bother to tell me what to feel, to tell me what is real.", + "source": "Susanne Sundfør - Undercover", + "length": 401, + "id": 6183 + }, + { + "text": "Let's say, \"sunshine for everyone,\" but as far as I can remember we've been migratory animals, living under changing weather. Someday, we'll forsee obstacles through the blizzard, through the blizzard.", + "source": "Syd Matters - Obstacles", + "length": 201, + "id": 6184 + }, + { + "text": "The autumn chill that wakes me up; you loved the amber skies so much. Long limbs and frozen swims - you'd always go past where our feet would touch - and I complained the whole ride there, the car ride back and up the stairs. I should've asked you questions, I should've asked you how to be.", + "source": "Taylor Swift - Marjorie", + "length": 291, + "id": 6185 + }, + { + "text": "You told me the day that you show me your face, we'd be in trouble for a long time. I can't wait, till we're afraid of nothing. I can't wait, until we hide from nothing. Nothing.", + "source": "Sharon van Etten - Afraid of Nothing", + "length": 178, + "id": 6186 } ] } \ No newline at end of file