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| 021f862 | So does a whole world, with all its greatnesses and littlenesses, lie in a twinkling star. And as mere human knowledge can split a ray of light and analyse the manner of its composition, so, sublimer intelligences may read in the feeble shining of this earth of ours, every thought and act, every vice and virtue, of every responsible creature on it. | Charles Dickens | ||
| a6db198 | Yes. He is quite a good fellow - nobody's enemy but his own. | Charles Dickens | ||
| a34f048 | The vision of time is broad, but when you pass through it, time becomes a narrow door. | Frank Herbert | ||
| 28b3797 | They are not mad. They're trained to believe, not to know. Belief can be manipulated. Only knowledge is dangerous. | Frank Herbert | ||
| d524b2f | He turns off the techno-shit in his goggles. All it does is confuse him; he stands there reading statistics about his own death even as it's happening to him. Very post-modern. | science-fiction sf | Neal Stephenson | |
| db6fd54 | Believe me, it is a great deal better to find cast-iron proof that you're innocent than to languish in a cell hoping that the police---who already think you're guilty---will find it for you. | Douglas Adams | ||
| 963c8e0 | What do you get if you multiply six by nine?" "Six by nine. Forty two." "That's it. That's all there is." "I always thought something was fundamentally wrong with the universe" | Douglas Adams | ||
| ad305f5 | I BELIEVE!!!!!!!" - Johnny" | Ted Dekker | ||
| 1d99f7f | You know how everything seems so normal when you're growing up," she asked plaintively, "and then comes this moment when you realize your whole family is nuts?" | Karen Joy Fowler | ||
| 42d73bb | But, like anyone in love, Madeleine believed that her own relationship was different from every other relationship, immune from typical problems. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 7e22cc7 | Though at this moment she felt abused, abandoned, and ashamed of herself, Madeleine knew that she was still young, that she had her whole life ahead of her--a life in which, if she persevered, she might do something special--and that part of persevering meant getting past moments just like this one, when people made you feel small, unlovable, and took away your confidence. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 7e95936 | Elisabeth Kubler-Ross: "People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within." | Brené Brown | ||
| 70e4d36 | We must look at the lens through we see the world, as well as the world we see, and that the lens itself shapes how we interpret the world. | perception reality | Stephen R. Covey | |
| 5f6d7f3 | The trick to having good ideas is not to sit around in glorious isolation and try to think big thoughts. The trick is to get more parts on the table. | engineering ideas | Steven Johnson | |
| d528519 | It was the old New York way...the way people who dreaded scandal more than disease, who placed decency above courage, and who considered that nothing was more ill-bred than "scenes", except those who gave rise to them. " | Edith Wharton | ||
| b8269f6 | How would this do: and they all settled down and lived together happily ever after?' 'It will do well, if it ever comes to that,' said Frodo. 'Ah!' said Sam. 'And where will they live? That's what I often wonder. | humor sam-gamgee | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| cbe80f4 | Burn, burn tree and fern! Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch To light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Bake and toast 'em, fry and roast 'em! till beards blaze, and eyes glaze; till hair smells and skins crack, fat melts, and bones black in cinders lie beneath the sky! So dwarves shall die, and light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Ya-harri-hey! Ya hoy! | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 83389df | That is the purpose for which you are called hither. Called, is say, though I have not called you to me, strangers from distant lands. You have come and are here met, in this very nick of time, by chance as it may seem. Yet it is not so. Believe rather that it is so ordered that we, who sit here, and none others, must now find counsel for the peril of the world. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 7d8ae7e | So the days slipped away, as each morning dawned bright and fair, and each evening followed cool and clear. But autumn was waning fast; slowly the golden light faded to pale silver, and the lingering leaves fell from the naked trees. A wind began to blow chill from the Misty Mountains to the east. The Hunter's Moon waxed round in the night sky, and put to flight all the lesser stars. But low in the South one star shone red. Every night, as .. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 35dea7e | Far more often [than asking the question 'Is it true?'] they [children] have asked me: 'Was he good? Was he wicked?' That is, they were far more concerned to get the Right side and the Wrong side clear. For that is a question equally important in History and in Faerie. | faerie | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 5cd01f2 | Third time pays for all | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 89e315c | Child of the kindly West, I have come to know, if more of us valued your ways - food and cheer above hoarded gold - it would be a merrier world. But sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell. | parting values-in-life | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| a971232 | To think I should have lived to be goodmorninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door! | morning | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 3a0b0d0 | Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way? Or is it, that as in essence whiteness is not so much a color as the visible absence of color; and at the same time the concrete of all colors; is it for these reasons that there is such a dumb blankness, full of meaning, in a .. | terror terrorism universe whiteness | Herman Melville | |
| 1d34527 | Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity! | Herman Melville | ||
| 7781af9 | For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven't forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood. We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival. Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, ple.. | space wanderers | Carl Sagan | |
| 2b02094 | People don't talk about anything... No, not anything. They name a lot of cars or clothes or swimming pools mostly and say how swell! But they all say the same things and nobody says anything different from anyone else. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| d62d272 | And what, you ask, does writing teach us? First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is gift and a privilege, not a right. We must earn life once it has been awarded us. Life asks for rewards back because it has favored us with animation. So while our art cannot, as we wish it could, save us from wars, privation, envy, greed, old age, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 2f64610 | For John was running, and this was terrible. Because if you ran, time ran. You yelled and screamed and raced and rolled and tumbled and all of a sudden the sun was gone and the whistle was blowing and you were on your long way home to supper. When you weren't looking, the sun got around behind you! The only way to keep things slow was to watch everything and do nothing! You could stretch a day to three days, sure, just by watching! | Ray Bradbury | ||
| e82a52b | From the outer edge of his life, looking back, there was only one remorse, and that was only that he wished to go on living. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 06545de | marriage is foremost a vocation. Two people are called together to fulfill a mission that God has given them. Marriage is a spiritual reality. That is to say, a man and a woman come together for life, not just because they experience deep love for each other, but because they believe that God loves each of them with an infinite love and has called them to each other to be living witnesses of that love. To love is to embody God's infinite lo.. | marriage | Henri J.M. Nouwen | |
| c069624 | Have mercy on me, my Soul. You have shown me Beauty, But then concealed her. You and Beauty live in the light; Ignorance and I are bound together in the dark. Will e'er the light invade darkness? Your delight comes with the Ending, And you revel now in anticipation; But this body suffers with the life While in life. This, my Soul, is perplexing. You are hastening toward Eternity, But this body goes slowly toward perishment. You do not wait .. | Kahlil Gibran | ||
| 2894f93 | Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to .. | love | Kahlil Gibran | |
| 6610728 | You can fool everyone else, but you can't fool your own mind. | David Allen | ||
| 55b7573 | There is a saying that to understand is to forgive, but that is an error, so Papa used to say. You must forgive in order to understand. Until you forgive, you defend yourself against the possibility of understanding. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| 581baf1 | For need can blossom into all the compensation it requires. To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing-the world will be made whole. For to wish for a han.. | loss needs | Marilynne Robinson | |
| 206fb7b | We inhabit ourselves without valuing ourselves, unable to see that here, now, this very moment is sacred; | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 182e509 | Love is a powerful feeling for another person, often defying logic. | Graeme Simsion | ||
| c179bf3 | I'm just saying it's not time for that either. We need to focus and having Maya moon over Rafe is making everyone uncomfortable." Rafe grinned. "Doesn't bother me." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 3392998 | Spiders and sowbugs and beetles and crickets, Slugs from the roses and ticks from the thickets, Grasshoppers, snails, and a quail's egg or two-- All to be regurgitated for you. Lullaby, lullaby, swindles and schemes, Flying's not near as much fun as it seems. | irony lullaby | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 24d4838 | What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms. What I touch, what resists me--that is what I understand. And these two certainties--my appetite for the absolute and for unity and the impossibility of reducing this world to a rational and reasonable principle--I also know that I cannot reconcile them. What other truth can I admit without lying, without bringing in a hope which I lack and which means.. | Albert Camus | ||
| 0f05a22 | How unbearable, for women, is the tenderness which a man can give them without love. For men, how bittersweet this is. | albert-camus men notebooks women | Albert Camus | |
| 873e784 | For instance, I never complained that my birthday was overlooked; people were even surprised, with a touch of admiration, by my discretion on this subject. But the reason for my disinterestedness was even more discreet: I longed to be forgotten in order to be able to complain to myself... Once my solitude was thoroughly proved, I could surrender to the charms of a virile self-pity. | Albert Camus | ||
| 824090c | Thus each of us had to be content to live only for the day, alone under the vast indifference of the sky. | Albert Camus |