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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ba4950e | In secret pleasure -- secret tears This changeful life has slipped away | Emily Brontë | ||
| 952bf00 | When she looked at herself in her wedding photographs, Ammu felt the woman that looked back at her was someone else. A foolish jewelled bride. Her silk sunset-coloured sari shot with gold. Rings on every finger. White dots of sandalwood paste over her arched eye-brows. Looking at herself like this, Ammu's soft mouth would twist into a small, bitter smile at the memory - not of the wedding itself so much as the fact that she had permitted he.. | Arundhati Roy | ||
| b8d61d9 | If a man wants to be romantically involved with you, he tries to kiss you. That's the entire story, and if he doesn't kiss you, there is never a reason to wait around for him. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 3ec2586 | Our stories are so fundamental to us that it's easy to forget that we choose them. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| e1a3f79 | She repeats things until they are true, or until she can't tell whether they are true or not. She has become an expert at confusing what is with what was with what should be with what could be. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 3e164c5 | It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell. | sad to-remember | William Shakespeare | |
| 1d40457 | In a story you only had to wish, you only had to write it down and you could have the world...It seemed so obvious now that it was too late: a story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from her mind to her reader's. It was a magical process, so commonplace that no one stopped to wonder at it. Reading a sentence and understanding it were the same thing; as with the crook.. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 3ca12e0 | Let his name be cleared and everyone else adjust their thinking. He had put in time, now they must do the work. His business was simple. Find Cecilia and love her, marry her and live without shame. | Ian McEwan | ||
| bf87d96 | one could drown in irrelevance. | Ian McEwan | ||
| c2640e3 | The religion of orgasm: utilitarianism projected into sex life; efficiency versus indolence; coition reduced to an obstacle to be got past as quickly as possible in order to reach an ecstatic explosion, the only true goal of love-making and of the universe. | sex | Milan Kundera | |
| 54f8818 | The longing for order is at the same time a longing for death, because life is an incessant disruption of order. | Milan Kundera | ||
| f382cbc | Youth is terrible: it is a stage trod by children in buskins and a variety of costumes mouthing speeches they've memorized and fanatically believe but only half understand. And history is terrible because it so often ends up a playground for the immature; a playground for the young Nero, a playground for the young Bonaparte, a playground for the easily roused mobs of children whose simulated passions and simplistic poses suddenly metamorpho.. | youth | Milan Kundera | |
| 74f8d5c | I curled myself into a ball and cried quietly, doing that thing that only young people can do, namely, feeling sorry for myself. Once you're past thirty you lose that ability; instead of feeling sorry for yourself you turn bitter. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 7d03d0a | You wouldn't believe that so much could change just because a relationship ended. | change nick-hornby relationships | Nick Hornby | |
| 16dad1d | You had to live in your own bubble. You couldn't force your way into someone else's, because then it wouldn't be a bubble any more. | nick-hornby relationships | Nick Hornby | |
| 1297c4d | She had to find her own story, and she could make it whatever shape she thought best. | words | Tad Williams | |
| 8ca040a | I loved him so, even his past was precious to me. I found myself kissing each mark, thinking, taking him further and further back to a time when he had known no disappointments, no battles, no wounds, as I erased each one. To make him again like Caesarion. Yet if we take the past away from those we love - even to protect them - do we not steal their very selves? | cleopatra love | Margaret George | |
| d806015 | With her own hand she'd painted herself into a corner, and then out of the picture altogether. | distancing-self | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 5aa9eb4 | Will you remember this day, Gogol?" his father had asked, turning back to look at him, his hands pressed like earmuffs to either side of his head. "How long do I have to remember it?" Over the rise and fall of the wind, he could hear his father's laughter. He was standing there, waiting for Gogol to catch up, putting out a hand as Gogol drew near. "Try to remember it always," he said once Gogol reached him, leading him slowly back across th.. | journey remember | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 9fd57ba | What's most important is what you can't see but can feel in your heart. To be able to grasp something of value, sometimes you have to perform seemingly inefficient acts. But even activities that appear fruitless don't necessarily end up so. That's the feeling I have, as someone who's felt this, who's experienced it. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 811ca20 | Can'ttrustpeople. Won'tdoanygood. They'llkillyoueverytime. They'llkilleachother. They'llkilleveryone. | kill people the-sheep-man trust war | Haruki Murakami | |
| c448abc | No matter what you tell me, no matter how legitimate your reasons, I can never just forget about you, I can never push the years we spent together out of my mind. I can't do it because it really happened, they are part of my life, and there is no way I can just erase them. That would be the same as erasing my own self. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 961a803 | But knowing what I don't want to do doesn't help me figure out what I do want to do. I could do just about anything if somebody made me. But I don't have an image of the one thing I really want to do. That's my problem now. I can't find the image. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 1dc5870 | Mountains, according to the angle of view, the season, the time of day, the beholder's frame of mind, or any one thing, can effectively change their appearance. Thus, it is essential to recognize that we can never know more than one side, one small aspect of a mountain. | mountains perspective | Haruki Murakami | |
| 43324f8 | He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers. | silence | Kim Edwards | |
| eeab1ff | for there are two distinct sorts of ideas, those that proceed from the head and those that emanate from the heart. | Alexandre Dumas | ||
| 837dd63 | All falsehood is a mask; and however well made the mask may be, with a little attention we may always succeed in distinguishing it from the true face. | Alexandre Dumas | ||
| 0962738 | In general, people only ask for advice that they may not follow it; or, if they should follow it, that they may have somebody to blame for having given it. | Alexandre Dumas | ||
| 36c4fc8 | She was feeling her bohemian oats. | Steve Martin | ||
| 3fa82cc | I guess when you're trying to find all the parts of yourself, it's difficult to be with someone who's already fully intact. | goodness inspiration love yourself | Cecelia Ahern | |
| 1e26037 | That was other thing I hated about kids; they always said the exact things that deep down you already knew, would never admit, and most certainly never wanted to hear. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 77f1294 | Warring for peace is like screwing for virginity!! | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| aef77fe | You never forget about things you've done that you know you shouldn't have done. They hang around your mind, linger like a thief casing a joint for a future job. You see them there, dramatically lurking nearby in striped monochrome, leaping behind postboxes as soon as your head whips around to confront them. Or it's a familiar face in a crowd that you glimpse but then lose sight of. An annoying Where's Wally? forever locked away and hidden .. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| a9e74e2 | what made you happy once might not make you happy now. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 4f4f5df | When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation. | feelings habit love show truth words | Jodi Picoult | |
| bb19915 | It is so strange, to encounter an ex. It's as if you're in a foreign film, and what you're saying face-to-face has nothing to do with the subtitles flowing beneath you. We are so careful not to touch, although once upon a time, I slept plastered to him in our bed, like lichen on a rock. We are two strangers who knows every shameful secret, every hidden freckle, every fatal flaw in each other. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| f78a0a0 | What's worse ...? The devil you don't know ... or the devil you do? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 1dd3d02 | When she smiles, it feels like the first warm day of March-- after an eternity of snow, when you suddenly remember how summer feels on the backs of your bare calves & in the part of your hair. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 9eba89c | Exactly one month after he was convicted, when the lights were dimmed and the detention officers made a final sweep of the catwalk, Peter reached down and tugged off his right sock. He turned on his side in the lower bunk, so that he was facing the wall. He fed the sock into his mouth, stuffing it as far back as it would go. When it got hard to breathe, he fell into a dream. He was still eighteen, but it was the first day of kindergarten. H.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 3c72f64 | If you had to pack your whole life into a suitcase-not just the practical things, like clothing, but the memories of the people you had lost and the girl you had once been-what would you take? | inspirational sad thought-provoking | Jodi Picoult | |
| 7cc4d80 | Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river. | life-lessons loss | Jodi Picoult | |
| f336457 | It seems to me that no matter what religion you subscribe to, acts of kindness are the stepping-stones to making the world a better place--because we become better people in it. | kindness religion | Jodi Picoult | |
| cfc695b | Do you remember the summer we signed you up for camp? And the night before you left, you said you've changed your mind and wanted to stay home? I told you to to get a seat on the left side of the bus, so when you pulled away, you'd be able to look back and see me there waiting for you." I press her hand against my cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. "You get that same seat in Heaven. One where you can watch me, watching you." | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 31ccb1a | A wish is just words. Belief is the catalyst. It's what sets that wish into motion. | Jodi Picoult |