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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ff6f3a9 | Am I going to be this way for the rest of my life, always waiting for something bad to happen? Will I never truly be able to trust anyone? I worry that when I'm older, I'll be so afraid that people won't like me that I'll have trouble believing it when they actually do. | Jodee Blanco | ||
| 012366b | For most of my life, I would have automatically said that I would opt for conscientious objector status, and in general, I still would. But the spirit of the question is would I ever, and there are instances where I might. If immediate intervention would have circumvented the genocide in Rwanda or stopped the Janjaweed in Darfur, would I choose pacifism? Of course not. Scott Simon, the reporter for National Public Radio and a committed life.. | politics | David Rakoff | |
| 479c0d1 | Everything was good. But it was awful, too. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 857f573 | She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words. | words | Markus Zusak | |
| 1a6f71d | For every bourgeois, in the heat of youth, if only for a day, for a minute, has believed himself capable of immense passions, of heroic enterprises. The most mediocre libertine has dreamed of oriental princesses; every rotary carries about inside him the debris of a poet. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 45e895c | We think of women at every age: while still children, we fondle with a naive sensuality the breasts of those grown-up girls kissing us and cuddling us in their arms; at the age of ten, we dream of love; at fifteen, love comes along; at sixty, it is still with us, and if dead men in their tombs have any thought in their heads, it is how to make their way underground to the nearby grave, lift the shroud of the dear departed women, and mingle .. | women | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 0b57497 | Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence. | mourning | George Eliot | |
| 04d1897 | Signs are small measurable things, but interpretations are illimitable, and in girls of sweet, ardent nature, every sign is apt to conjure up wonder, hope, belief, vast as a sky, and colored by a thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge....wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point, and proceeding by loops and zigzags, we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. Just.. | George Eliot | ||
| 641464f | There is something sustaining in the very agitation that accompanies the first shocks of trouble, just as an acute pain is often a stimulus, and produces an excitement which is transient strength. It is in the slow, changed life that follows--in the time when sorrow has become stale, and has no longer an emotive intensity that counteracts its pain--in the time when day follows day in dull unexpectant sameness, and trial is a dreary routine-.. | satisfaction sorrow | George Eliot | |
| 29fa383 | We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves. | experience feeling growth literature words | George Eliot | |
| 55c0a70 | Our friends - how distant, how mute, how seldom visited and little known. And I, too, am dim to my friends and unknown; a phantom, sometimes seen, often not. Life is a dream surely. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| d724735 | Are we not all prisoners? She had read a wonderful play about a man who scratched on the wall of his cell, and she had felt that was true of life--one scratched on the wall. | life limitations | Virginia Woolf | |
| 5a2c2aa | Marvelous are the innocent. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 7758877 | When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook--a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases. | writing-life | Virginia Woolf | |
| 31897a7 | I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but the incomprehensible nature of this our life - for their inspection. Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends, I to my own heart, I to seek among phrases and fragments something unbroken - I to whom there is no beauty enough in moon or tree; to whom the touch of one person with another is all, yet who cannot grasp even that, who am so imperfect, so w.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| a6cba97 | But nothing is lasting in this world. Even joy begins to fade after only one minute. Two minutes later, and it is weaker still, until finally it is swallowed up in our everyday, prosaic state of mind, just as a ripple made by a pebble gradually merges with the smooth surface of the water. | Nikolai Gogol | ||
| 74d043a | Fear is an aid to the warrior. It is a small fire burning. It heats the muscles, making us stronger. Panic comes when the fire is out of control, consuming all courage and pride. | fear-of-death inspirational-quotes | David Gemmell | |
| d0767cf | Love is a mystery. We embrace it where we can. Mostly we do not choose whom we love. It just happens. A voice speaks to us, in ways the ears cannot hear. We recognize a beauty the eye does not see. We experience a change in our hearts that no voice can describe. | David Gemmell | ||
| e7ad323 | Heroes are people who face down their fears. It is that simple. A child afraid of the dark who one day blows out the candle; a women terrified of the pain of childbirth who says, 'It is time to become a mother'. Heroism does not always live on the battlefield. | fear heroism | David Gemmell | |
| de548fd | On that night after Phoebe had given her Pandora report, I thought about the Hope in Pandora's box. Maybe when everything seemed sad and miserable, Phoebe and I could both hope that something might start to go right. | Sharon Creech | ||
| a80c8a4 | Do you even know who the enemy is?" "I think... it's me"." | Ned Vizzini | ||
| 89c25a2 | She's pretty." (It's amazing how girls can say this and make it the most withering insult.)" | Ned Vizzini | ||
| c2dd9bc | I owe her everything and I love her and I tell her these days, although every time I say it, it gets a little diluted. I think you run out of I love yous. | Ned Vizzini | ||
| 9810f2a | Man is a demon, man is a god. Both true. | man truth | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| 9d8aa6b | I am not an expert at praying, as you know. But can you please help me? I am in desperate need of help. I don't know what to do. I need an answer. Please tell me what to do... | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| f61ce4d | What would I do if you never came here?' But I was ALWAYS coming here. I thought about one of my favorite Sufi poems, which says that God long ago drew a circle in the sand exactly around the spot where you are standing right now. I was never not coming here. This was never not going to happen. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 41a1ec0 | This was my voice, but perfectly wise, calm and compassionate. This was what my voice would sound like if I'd only ever experienced love and certainty in my life. How can I describe the warmth of affection in that voice, as it gave me the answer that would forever seal my faith in the divine? | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 5a685c4 | We're miserable because we think that we are mere individuals, alone with our fears and flaws and resentments and mortality. We wrongly believe that our limited little egos constitute our whole entire nature. We have failed to recognize our deeper divine character. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| f7aac2e | It's only adults who read the top layers most of the time. I think children read the internal meanings of everything. | children intelligence maurice-sendak meaning | Maurice Sendak | |
| 3ff6fe8 | A book is really like a lover. It arranges itself in your life in a way that is beautiful. Even as a kid, my sister, who was the eldest, brought books home for me, and I think I spent more time sniffing and touching them than reading. I just remember the joy of the book, the beauty of the binding. The smelling of the interior. Happy. | Maurice Sendak | ||
| 3ac7438 | 5.Buggre Alle this for a Larke I amme sick to mye Hart of typefetinge. Master Biltonn if no Gentelmann, and Master Scagges now more that a tighte fisted Southwarke Knobbefticke. I telle you, onne a daye laike thif Ennywone withe half and oz of Sense shoulde bee oute in the Suneshain, ane nott Stucke here alle the lielong dale inn thif mowldey olde By-Our-Lady Workefhoppe *AE@;I* | Terry Pratchett Neil Gaiman | ||
| 66f526d | There was nowhere they could have gone and they went there anyway. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 46859cd | Where does contagion end and art begin? | contagion | Neil Gaiman | |
| e60dbe0 | Libraries are the thin red line between civilization and barbarism. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 9062306 | Writers are liars, my dear, surely you know that by now? And yet, things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot. | writers | Neil Gaiman | |
| 6c745eb | Back in my day, we had it all set up. You lined up when you died, and you'd answer for your evil deeds and your good deeds, and if your evil deeds outweighed a feather, we'd feed your soul and your heart to Ammet, the Eater of Souls" "He must have eaten a lot of people." "Not as many as you'd think. It was a really heavy feather. We had it made special. You had better be pretty damn evil to tip the scales on that baby..." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 7a52681 | Nothing is done entirely for nothing. Nothing is wasted. You are older, and you have made decisions, and you are not the fox you were yesterday. Take what you have learned, and move on. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| bd91d82 | But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange and red, and red and orange and yellow, like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter's evening. I remember them. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 286e433 | Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future... | memories | Neil Gaiman | |
| 6cc135a | I'm bored," she said. "Learn how to tap-dance," he suggested, without turning around." | tap-dance | Neil Gaiman | |
| b56daf3 | It's not about having things figured out, or about communicating with other people, trying to make them understand what you understand. It's about a chicken dinner at a drive-in. A soft pillow. Things that don't need explaining. | connection love understanding | Ann Beattie | |
| 5da9f3d | Everyone needs help. That's the human condition. | humans | Max Allan Collins | |
| cbf39df | Understand: your mind is weaker than your emotions. But you become aware of this weakness only in moments of adversity--precisely the time when you need strength. What best equips you to cope with tthe heat of battle is neither more knowledge nor more intellect. What makes your mind stronger, and more able to control your emotions, is internal discipline and toughness.No one can teach you this skill; you cannot learn it by reading about it... | mind power | Robert Greene | |
| 0d237ed | Religion is the great balm of existence because it takes us outside ourselves, connects us to something larger | Robert Greene |