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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bb2c57b | But when did you see her, talk to me? When did you see her go into the cave? Why did you threaten to strike a spirit? You still don't understand, do you? You acknowledged her, Broud, she has beaten you. You did everything you could to her, you even cursed her. She's dead, and still she won. She was a woman, and she had more courage than you, Broud, more determination, more self-control. She was more man than you are. Ayla should have been t.. | Jean M. Auel | ||
| 3482a1e | The professional learns to recognize envy-driven criticism and to take it for what it is: the supreme compliment. The critic hates most that which he would have done himself if he had had the guts. | creativity envy writing | Steven Pressfield | |
| 665c2ad | Philosophers say man forms himself in dialogue. | Anne Carson | ||
| 824e8f7 | n ldhyn ytSdqwn `l~ lfqr y`tbrwn 'nfshm bwjh `m, 'skh~ w'fDl mn lakhryn ldhyn l ytSdqwn, ws'smH lnfsy 'n '`lj hdhh lnZry@ lmbsT@ bkl b. flkl y`lm 'nW qT`@ lnqd 'w ksr@ lkhbz l tHl mshkl@ mtswl (mtswl Hqyqy) . wnm tHlW lmshkl@ lnfsy@ llsyd lmtSdq ldhy ybt` hkdh wbl mqbl tqryb, Tm'nyn@ rwHy@, wshhd@ b'nh krym. | Ernesto Sabato | ||
| 0569c13 | A lot of our perception of history is influenced by inaccurate movies. | Nelson DeMille | ||
| 8845b4b | When we make little sacrifices we like to have them appreciated, at least... | louisa-may-alcott | Louisa May Alcott | |
| 95bfd8b | Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking- glass, that night when he got back to his room. He gazed at himself long and curiously. Who are you? What are you? Where do you belong? You belong by rights to girls like Lizzie Connolly. You belong with the legions of toil, with all that is low, and vulgar, and unbeautiful. You belong with the oxen and the drudges, in dirty surroundings among smells and stenches. There .. | music painting smell | Jack London | |
| 063715d | My mistake was in ever opening the books. | Jack London | ||
| fac520e | The hand descended. Nearer and nearer it came. It touched the ends of his upstanding hair. He shrank down under it. It followed down after him, pressing more closely against him. Shrinking, almost shivering. He still managed to hold himself together. It was a torment, this hand that touched him and violated his instinct. He could not forget in a day all the evil that had been wrought him at the hands of men. | Jack London | ||
| 6b1be0d | Don't dash off a six-thousand-word story before breakfast. Don't write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen. Don't loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club, and if you don't get it you will none the less get something that looks remarkably like it. Set yourself a "stint," [London wrote 1,000 words nearly every day of his adult life] and see that you do that "stint" each day;.. | writing | Jack London | |
| 941137a | For the rest of his life, Oliver Twist remembers a single word of blessing spoken to him by another child because this word stood out so strikingly from the consistent discouragement around him. | speech | Charles Dickens | |
| 7792d99 | Darkness was cheap, and Scrooge liked it. | humor | Charles Dickens | |
| 79b4d2b | There are very few moments in a man's existence when he experiences so much ludicrous distress, or meets with so little charitable commiseration, as when he is in pursuit of his own hat. | disease victorian | Charles Dickens | |
| f378484 | Get this into your head: if violence were only a thing of the future, if exploitation and oppression never existed on earth, perhaps displays of nonviolence might relieve the conflict. But if the entire regime, even your nonviolent thoughts, is governed by a thousand-year old oppression, your passiveness serves no other purpose but to put you on the side of the oppressors. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 325e6e9 | I am like a person whose hands were kept numb, without sensation from the first moment of awareness - until one day the ability to feel is forced into them. And I say "Look! I have no hands!" But the people all around me say: "What are hands?" | Frank Herbert | ||
| 3fd5bb3 | Shit, if I took time out to have an opinion about everything, I wouldn't get any work done. | Neal Stephenson | ||
| a28591f | The only moral it is possible to draw from this story is that one should never throw the Q letter into a privet bush, but unfortunately there are times when it is unavoidable. | hitchihikers humor philosophy | Douglas Adams | |
| feebbfe | So what do we do if we get bitten by something deadly?' I asked. He looked at me as if I were stupid. 'You die, of course. That's what deadly means. | Douglas Adams | ||
| b26616f | Was there a reason behind it? There would be no point in asking Zaphod, he never appeared to have a reason for anything he did at all: he had turned unfathomability into an art form. He attacked everything in life with a mixture of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence and it was often difficult to tell which was which. | Douglas Adams | ||
| 35368d1 | Ok," he said, "I don't like to disturb you at what I know must be a difficult and distressing time for you, but I need to know first of all if you actually realize that this is a difficult and distressing time for you." | Douglas Adams | ||
| 3258b1e | The television replaced the sound of conversation that was missing from my grandparents' lives. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 40dfa98 | We stood silent. After a moment I said, "Real Geniuses never think they're geniuses." "Who says?" "Me." "Because why?" "Because genius is nine-tenths perspiration. Haven't you ever heard that? As soon as you you're a genius, you slack off. You think everything you do is so great and everything." | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 86a5e22 | Are the dead as lonesome as the living? | Truman Capote | ||
| 0768651 | We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why. | Truman Capote | ||
| 0caece8 | And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came. | Truman Capote | ||
| 57cf23c | There was no use in trying to emancipate a wife who had not the dimmest notion that she was not free. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 35165c9 | I have in this War a burning private grudge--which would probably make me a better soldier at 49 than I was at 22: against that ruddy little ignoramus Adolf Hitler (for the odd thing about demonic inspiration and impetus is that it in no way enhances the purely intellectual stature: it chiefly affects the mere will). Ruining, perverting, misapplying, and making for ever accursed, that noble northern spirit, a supreme contribution to Europe,.. | aryans demon hitler perspective propaganda wwii | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| e3e462f | Oh! That was poetry!" said Pippin. "Do you really mean to start before the break of day?" | funny humour lotr pippin poetry travel | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 1805317 | But you speak of Master Gandalf, as if he was in a story that had come to an end.' 'Yes, we do,' said Pippin sadly. 'The story seems to be going on, but I am afraid Gandalf has fallen out of it. | the-two-towers well-worded wonderful | J. R. R. Tolkien | |
| 72a0b58 | Elven Hymn to Elbereth Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear! O Queen beyond the Western Seas! O Light to us that wander here Amid the world of woven trees! Gilthoniel! O Elbereth! Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath! Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee In a far land beyond the Sea. O stars that in the Sunless Year With shining hand by her were sown, In windy fields now bright and clear We see your silver blossom blown! O Elbereth! .. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| a3074ea | Elves seldom give unguarded advice, for advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| a57c530 | But Sauron was not of mortal flesh, and though he was robbed now of that shape in which had wrought so great an evil, so that he could never again appear fair to the eyes of Men, yet his spirit arose out of the deep and passed as a shadow and a black wind over the sea, and came back to Middle-earth and to Mordor that was his home. There he took up again his great Ring in Barad-dur, and dwelt there, dark and silent, until he wrought himself .. | embodiment sauron terrible | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 82df66a | It was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort | J. R. R. Tolkien | ||
| 38b3566 | In one word, Queequeg, said I, rather digressively; hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling; and since then perpetuated through the hereditary dyspepsias nurtured by Ramadans. | moby-dick | Herman Melville | |
| c0e1d9b | To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be who have tried it. | Herman Melville | ||
| 02c988b | Kerosene," he said, because the silence had lengthened, "is nothing but perfume to me." | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 15107a4 | A long time back, she thought, I dreamed a dream, and was enjoying it so much when someone wakened me, and that day I was born. And now? Now, let me see...She cast her mind back. Where was I? she thought. Ninety years...how to take up the thread and the pattern of that lost dream again? She put out a small hand. There...yes, that was it. She smiled. Deeper in the warm snow hill she turned her head upon her pillow. That was better. Now, yes,.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| e42e6cd | Out of the nursery into the college and back into the nursery; there's your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or more. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 83c5345 | It was a small town by a small river and a small lake in a small northern part of a Midwest state. There wasn't so much wilderness around you couldn't see the town. But on the other hand there wasn't so much town you couldn't see and feel and touch and smell the wilderness. The town was full of trees. And dry grass and dead flowers now that autumn was here. And full of fences to walk on and sidewalks to skate on and a large ravine to tumble.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 92b9c29 | It is this nothingness (in solitude) that I have to face in my solitude, a nothingness so dreadful that everything in me wants to run to my friends, my work, and my distractions so that I can forget my nothingness and make myself believe that I am worth something. The task is to persevere in my solitude, to stay in my cell until all my seductive visitors get tired of pounding on my door and leave me alone. The wisdom of the desert is that t.. | Henri J.M. Nouwen | ||
| d0b4733 | fam 'Hl~ 'yWma lHubWi! wma '`dhaba 'Hlmah! wma 'mrWa lyalya lHuzni wma 'kthra makhwifah! | جبران-خليل-جبران | Kahlil Gibran | |
| 57fc6c3 | I think the attempt to defend belief can unsettle it, in fact, because there is always an inadequacy in argument about ultimate things. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| a67bdad | I experience religious dread whenever I find myself thinking that I know the limits of God's grace, since I am utterly certain it exceeds any imagination a human being might have of it. God does, after all, so love the world. | god god-s-love grace | Marilynne Robinson | |
| 6b28a49 | Beauty is a question of optics. All sight is illusion. | Joyce Carol Oates |