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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 34d8f3e | song of elli (old age) "What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain What is gone is gone... What is sea-born dies on land, Soft is trod upon. What is given burns the hand - What is gone is gone... Here is there, and high is low; All may be undone. What is true, no two men know - What is gone is gone... Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose - What is gone.. | old-age peter-s-beagle song-of-elli-old-age-elli-s-song the-last-unicorn | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 37ca782 | If someone can enjoy marching to music in rank and file, I can feel only contempt for him; he has received his large brain by mistake, a spinal cord would have been enough. | Albert Einstein | ||
| 7639452 | We each appear to hold within ourselves a range of divergent views as to our native qualities.. And amid such uncertainty, we typically turn to the wider world to settle the question of our significance.. we seem beholden to affections of others to endure ourselves. | affirmation insecurity self-esteem status | Alain de Botton | |
| b3fd28f | There's such a big difference between being dead and alive, I told myself, the greatest gift that anyone can give anyone else is life. And the greatest sin a person can do to another is to take away that life. Next to that, all the rules and religions in the world are secondary; mere words and beliefs that people choose to believe and kill and hate by. My life won't be lived that way, and neither, I hope, will my children's. | James McBride | ||
| 81f8308 | No class or group or party in Germany could escape its share of responsibility for the abandonment of the democratic Republic and the advent of Adolf Hitler. The cardinal error of the Germans who opposed Nazism was their failure to unite against it. | William L. Shirer | ||
| 31f1b89 | Dip him in the river who loves water. | water | William Blake | |
| 6a98693 | What is the price of Experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy And in the wither'd field where the farmer ploughs for bread in vain It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer's sun And in the vintage and to sing on the waggon loaded with corn It is an easy.. | William Blake | ||
| 5d935fe | All media are extensions of some human faculty- psychic or physical. | Marshall McLuhan | ||
| 873031a | If she had been left alone she would have gone on, in her own way, enjoying herself thoroughly, until people found one day that she had turned imperceptibly into one of those women who have become old without ever having been middle aged: a little withered, a little acid, hard as nails, sentimentally kindhearted, and addicted to religion or small dogs. | Doris Lessing | ||
| 6403ecf | Be careful whom you choose to hate. The small and the vulnerable own a protection great enough, if you could but see it, to melt you into jelly. Beware those who reside beneath the shadow of the Wings. | Leif Enger | ||
| c18eddb | You know what's the rage this year? ...Hats. | hobbes | Bill Watterson | |
| 8588e92 | They say the world is a stage. But obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. | life life-philosophy | Bill Watterson | |
| 620163d | maybe the meaning of life lies in looking for it | David Mitchell | ||
| 7b49da0 | The man was allergic to sleep. | sleep | Scott Westerfeld | |
| 75a1a71 | Did you really think I was too fragile to know what Deryn was?" "Fragile?" Volger looked about. "I hadn't thought so, but now I find you brooding in a bathroom. This doesn't speak well of your sturdiness." | scott westerfeld | Scott Westerfeld | |
| 3fdf65f | life's big. If you can't fix it, give it a spin. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 6785c17 | I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. It's probably not even real. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 264834e | Drummer, beat, and piper, blow Harper, strike, and soldier, go Free the flame and sear the grasses Til the dawning Red Star passes | Anne McCaffrey | ||
| 5e892de | with the breakdown of the medieval system, the gods of chaos, lunacy, and bad taste gained ascendancy. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| 537a2fa | So we see that even when Fortuna spins us downward, the wheel sometimes halts for a moment and we find ourselves in a good, small cycle within the larger bad cycle. The universe, of course, is based upon the principle of the circle within the circle. At the moment, I am in an inner circle. Of course, smaller circles within this circle are also possible. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| bb9340d | Like a bitch in heat, I seem to attract a coterie of policemen and sanitation officials. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| ceea91a | People will buy anything at jumble sales,' I said. 'At the Evacuated Children Charity Fair a woman bought a tree branch that had fallen on the table. | Connie Willis | ||
| 477cf91 | For, through the twilight sounds of crickets and sighing trees, a faint, surprising wisp of music came floating to them and all three turned toward it, toward the wood. | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| 64d8096 | Side by side with the human race there runs another race of beings, the inhuman ones, the race of artists who, goaded by unknown impulses, take the lifeless mass of humanity and by the fever and ferment with which they imbue it turn this soggy dough into bread and the bread into wine and the wine into song. | Henry Miller | ||
| 2b0d1ba | The cancer of time is eating us away | Henry Miller | ||
| c6f42cd | As far as history goes I am dead. If there is something beyond I shall have to bounce back. I have found God, but he is insufficient. I am only spiritually dead. Physically I am alive. Morally I am free. The world which I have departed is a menagerie. The dawn is breaking on a new world, a jungle world in which lean spirits roam with sharp claws. If a am a hyena I am a lean and hungry one: I go forth to fatten myself. | Henry Miller | ||
| 956c0db | The city grows like a cancer; I must grow like a sun. The city eats deeper and deeper into the red; it is an insatiable white louse which must die eventually of inanition. I am going to starve the white louse which is eating me up. I am going to die as a city in order to become again a man. Therefore I close my ears, my eyes, my mouth. | Henry Miller | ||
| 1a72bde | lktb@ bkhT lyd `l~ ljdr lyst GmD@ wl mhdd@ lmn ystTy` 'n ytrjmh. ljdrn tnhr, wtnhr m`h mkhwfn wtrddn. lkn akhr jdr ynhr hw dhk ldh~ yTwWq ldht dkhlh. wmn l yqr' b`yn~W ldht l yqr' 'bd. l`yn ldkhly@ tkhtrq ljdrn klh, wtfk Tlsm lkhTwT klh. ttrjm "lrsy'l" klh. nh lyst `ynan qry'@ 'w mkhmn@, bl `yn wshy@; l ttlq~ lnwr mn lkhrj, bl tuSdr nwran. nwran wfrHan. w`br lnwr wlfrH ynftH l`lm, ynkshf lybdw km hw: jml yfwq lwSf, wkhlq l ynth~." | Henry Miller | ||
| 0827c14 | Every time you come to the limit of what is demanded of you, you are faced with the same problem-to be yourself! | Henry Miller | ||
| d152e8a | This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty . . . what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will dance over your dirty corpse . . . To sing you must first open y.. | Henry Miller | ||
| a955c88 | Often people just don't see what I see. They have too much doubt. You can't do your best when you're doubting yourself. If you don't believe in yourself, who will? | Michael Jackson | ||
| 7a14d88 | Pessimism is not in being tired of evil but in being tired of good. Despair does not lie in being weary of suffering, but in being weary of joy. It is when for some reason or other good things in a society no longer work that the society begins to decline; when its food does not feed, when its cures do not cure, when its blessings refuse to bless. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| 0c98377 | This man was a rogue, not because circumstances forced him to be a criminal but because he was born that way. He was probably conning his mother out of her milk the moment he could grin. He'd charm the clothes off a virgin in twenty minutes. And if the poor fool took him home, he'd drink her dad under the table, beguile her mother, charm her grandparents, and treat the girl to a night she'd never forget. In the morning, her dad would be sic.. | kaldar rogue | Ilona Andrews | |
| 65d9b75 | The sight of me puffing and straining apparently amused him to no end. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 3400fa7 | Amy," Elsie Moore said in her crackling voice, her gaze fixed on Declan. "I want you to get me a new bear. A blond one." -- | paranormal-romance | Ilona Andrews | |
| 6d6bb76 | Bad days, good days, 'I'll cut you if you look at me the wrong way' days. I'll take them all. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| cbb8827 | You're going to take him on by yourself?" Curran's voice asked at my side. He sounded amused. "If I wait any longer, I won't go in," I said. My knees tembled. My teeth chattered in my mouth. He grabbed me and kissed me. The kiss sent a wave of heat from my lips all the way to my toes. Curran's eyes laughed. "For luck," he whispered, his breath a hot cloud on my ear. I broke free and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. "When we're done w.. | kate-daniels | Ilona Andrews | |
| bdec310 | Answer me this, did you hesitate at all or did you see the giant, go 'Wheee!' and run toward it?" "She ran toward it," Juke quipped. "He was biting people in half." "I rest my case," Curran said. "A note wouldn't have made any difference." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 3e4a119 | Really, Luther, if I knew you were that hungry, I would've picked up some takeout." At the sound of my voice, he turned. "You!" "Me." "What is this?" He looked at Julie. "Mini-you?" | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 2b34366 | Will you stop eating it," I growled. "No," Andrea said. She was sitting on the ground and chewing on some unidentifiable chunk of bull flesh. "It's a piece of meat from something a djinn summoned." "You don't know that." "Who else would send a bull made of fire to my house after I helped kill a djinn-possessed giant? Stop eating. It might have been a person," I told her. "I don't care." "Andrea! You don't know what this will do to the .. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| daa1d06 | So how was it?" she asked. "Kissing Curran?" "I can't let him kiss me again, because if he does, I'll sleep with him." Andrea blinked. "Well," she said finally, "At least you know where you stand." | kate-daniels | Ilona Andrews | |
| 1f50748 | You're lying to yourself. Voron made us into serial killers. We can be okay without violence for a few weeks, but after a couple of months, the hand starts itching for the sword. You start looking for that rush. You get irritable, life turns stale, and then one day some fool crosses your path, attacks, and as you cut him down, you feel that short moment of struggle when he leverages his life against yours. If you're lucky, he's very good an.. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 7c6f9c5 | I finally realized the source of your mutual attraction," Saiman said, his voice dry. "You both think violence is foreplay." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 7eab5cf | In the whole world, there was no better place than being wrapped in him. | Ilona Andrews |