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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e78d12c | The past is so much safer, because whatever's in it has already happened. It can't be changed; so, in a way, there's nothing to dread. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 3ea1607 | I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart. | life | Margaret Atwood | |
| fbc30ab | Why is it he feels some line has been crossed, some boundary transgressed? How much is too much, how far is too far? | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 2e8d21f | We love each other, that's true whatever it means, but we aren't good at it; for some it's a talent, for others only an addiction. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 017b8c1 | I believe that anyone can be successful in life, regardless of natural talent or the environment within which we live. This is not based on measuring success by human competitiveness for wealth, possessions, influence, and fame, but adhering to God's standards of truth, justice, humility, service, compassion, forgiveness, and love. | Jimmy Carter | ||
| 87d4f9b | I'm never going to believe a Poirot mystery again. Never. All those witnesses going, "Yes, I remember it was 3:06 p.m. exactly, because I glanced at the clock as I reached for the sugar tongs, and Lady Favisham was quite clearly sitting on the right-hand side of the fireplace." Bollocks. They have no idea where Lady Favisham was, they just don't want to admit it in front of Poirot. I'm amazed he gets anywhere." | humor poirot | Sophie Kinsella | |
| dcb11be | It's his mother's birthday? But he didn't tell me. I don't have a card. I don't have a gift. How could he do this to me? Men are crap. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 9255aba | Never mind. Point being that you don't have to get too worked up about us, dear educated minds. You don't have to think of us as real girls, real flesh and blood, real pain, real injustice. That might be too upsetting. Just discard the sordid part. Consider us pure symbol. We're no more real than money. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 103720d | You'd be surprised what a person can live with," Dan said." | Stephen King | ||
| 6a32e5f | Consumerism is the worship of the god of quantity; advertising is its liturgy. Advertising is schooling in false longing. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 74da035 | Fine," I say. "Dare accepted." Game on, Skater Girl. Game on." | Katie McGarry | ||
| e0dc58e | We're strong together, Hayley. Stronger then we are apart." "I don't feel strong," I whisper. "Then I'll be strong enough for both of us." My fingers dig into his shoulders and I cling to him. "I love you." | Katie McGarry | ||
| 6ea82ec | Both of my hands wove into her hair again and clutched at the soft curls. No matter how I tightened my grip, the strands kept falling from my fingers, a shower of water from the sky. | Katie McGarry | ||
| da7fe80 | Noah?" A welcome voice - not my mother's, but welcome all the same: Echo. A smile spread across my face. This was too good. Me in a towel, alone in the house with my nymph. I left the bathroom." | echo-emerson katie-mcgarry love noah-hutchins pushing-the-limits sweet towel | Katie McGarry | |
| 75dd6c6 | Go and change your gown, Mary," Daniel interjected. "I'm partial to gold. If you've a gown in that color, wear it to please me. If not, white will do well enough. I'm wedding you, Lady Mary." Lord Daniel Ferguson caught Lady Mary before she hit the floor. He wasn't at all irritated that his intended had just fainted dead away, and he actually let out a full burst of laughter as he swept Mary up into his arms and held her against his chest. .. | Julie Garwood | ||
| 15a323f | The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death. | Robert Jordan | ||
| cc5e0b6 | It was easier to be brave when someone needed your protection. | eye-of-the-world protection rand wheel-of-time | Robert Jordan | |
| 01b556e | You just like to piss me off," Jack said. "Well, there's that. On the other hand, we'll find out really fast just how much of a bastard you're going to be to live with--with your woman around. You get out of line, and I'll have to take you out behind the barn." "We don't have a barn." "I told you we needed a barn, damn it," Ken said. "You had to have a shop. It doesn't sound the same saying I'm taking you out behind the shop." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 71252d4 | Leonardo da Vinci wrote in his Notebooks: "It should not be hard for you to stop sometimes and look into the stains of walls, or ashes of a fire, or clouds, or mud or like places in which ... you may find really marvelous ideas." | C.G. Jung | ||
| 7ba4331 | What she wants to do if she can get the time to do it, is not so much to live in the past as to open it up and get one good look at it"." | Alice Munro | ||
| 5b2d807 | I have always found the times when another person recognizes you to be strangely sad; I suspect the pathos of these moments is their rareness, the way they contrast with most daily encounters. That reminder that it can be different, that you need not go through your life unknown but that you probably still will--that is the part that's almost unbearable. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 246331a | How can a novelist achieve atonement when with her absolute power of deciding outcomes, she is also god? | Ian McEwan | ||
| 025ec15 | In my family, Father is the world champion at ending conversations. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| b175e05 | The disgraced Usurer Yankel D took the baby girl home that evening... He made a bed of crumpled newspaper in a deep baking pan and gently tucked it in the oven, so that she wouldn't be disturbed by the noise of the small falls outside... When he pulled her out to feed her or just hold her, her body was tattooed with the newsprint... Sometimes he would rock her to sleep in his arms, and read her left to right, and know everything he needed t.. | life love | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| 59a9640 | I didn't feel empty. I wished I'd felt empty. ... I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 911d2d7 | He was someone whom everyone admired and liked but whom nobody knew. He was like a book that you could feel good holding, that you could talk about without ever having read, that you could recommend. | jonathan safran foer | ||
| d5a0911 | Oskar Schell: If the sun were to explode, you wouldn't even know about it for 8 minutes because thats how long it takes for light to travel to us. For eight minutes the world would still be bright and it would still feel warm. It was a year since my dad died and I could feel my eight minutes with him... were running out. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 9815c0c | They did not know what we can now sense as we contemplate the course of history: that change begins in the soul before it shows in our lives... | Franz Kafka | ||
| dd4b25a | There sat I, a faded being, under faded leaves. | Franz Kafka | ||
| a08da66 | I'm on such a dangerous road, Milena. You're standing firmly near a tree, young, beautiful, your eyes subduing with their radiance the suffering world. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 93e959b | Art flies around truth, but with the definite intention of not getting burnt. Its capacity lies in finding in the dark void a place where the beam of light can be intensely caught, without this having been perceptible before. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 2afb9c3 | And there lies the horror: the past we remember is devoid of time. Impossible to reexperience a love the way we reread a book or resee a film. | Milan Kundera | ||
| f33249f | There isn't so much to be afraid of, out there. I can remember thinking it was funny to find that out, on the last night of my life; I'd spent the rest of it being afraid of everything. | life life-and-living living living-life living-life-to-the-fullest suicide | Nick Hornby | |
| 40414d3 | One has so many more opinions about what has gone wrong than about what is perfect. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 2a0becd | At least he never walked. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| ee8d388 | I want to believe you, but if that's true, I just don't get it. Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean, if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 1ef911e | What we needed were not words and promises but the steady accumulation of small realities. | promises words | Haruki Murakami | |
| 24f7c2e | A deaf composer's like a cook who's lost his sense of taste. A frog that's lost its webbed feet. A truck driver with his license revoked. That would throw anybody for a loop, don't you think? But Beethoven didn't let it get to him. Sure, he must have been a little depressed at first, but he didn't let misfortune get him down. It was like, Problem? What problem? He composed more than ever and came up with better music than anything he'd ever.. | composer inspirational reading | Haruki Murakami | |
| 0544605 | It is the same with anything - you have to learn through your own experience, paying your own way. You can't learn it from a book. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 5414b29 | What did it mean for a person to be free? she would often ask herself. Even if you managed to escape from one cage, weren't you just in another, larger one? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 534670b | I have come to think that life is a far more limited thing than those in the midst of its maelstorm realize. That light shines into the act of life for only the briefest moment-perhaps only a matter of seconds. Once it is gone and failed to grasp its offered revelation, there is no second chance. One may have to live the rest of one's life in hopeless depth of loneliness and remorse. In that twilight world, one can no longer look forward to.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d1930a5 | Things may look different to you than they did before. I've had that experience myself. But don't let appearances fool you. There's only one reality. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| f870c2a | It made her think of Laika, the dog. The man-made satellite streaking soundlessly across the blackness of outer space. The dark, lustrous eyes of the dog gazing out of the tiny window. In the infinite loneliness of space, what could Laika possibly be looking at? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 0faf873 | The world is a huge space, but the space that will take you in - and it doesn't have to be very big - is nowhere to be found. You seek a voice, but what do you get? Silence. You look for silence, but guess what? All you hear over and over and over is the voice of this omen. And sometimes this prophetic voice pushes a secret switch hidden deep inside your brain. Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its b.. | Haruki Murakami |