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| 4cdf6fe | STEVE CARELL IS NICE BUT IT IS SCARY It has been said many times, but it is true: Steve Carell is a very nice guy. His niceness manifests itself mostly in the fact that he never complains. You could screw up a handful of takes outside in 104-degree smog-choked Panorama City heat, and Steve Carell's final words before collapsing of heat stroke would be a friendly and hopeful "Hey, you think you have that shot yet?" I've always found Steve .. | niceness steve-carell | Mindy Kaling | |
| cf1823e | Assumptions and expectations will kill any relationship, so let's you and me not go there, okay? | Ruth Ozeki | ||
| a38b45b | She sat back on her heels and nodded. The thought experiment she proposed was certainly odd, but her point was simple. Everything in the universe was constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives. That's what it means to be a time being, old Jiko told me, and then she snapped her crooked fingers again. And just like that, you die. | time | Ruth Ozeki | |
| 276e4d0 | Happy the eyes that can close | Alan Paton | ||
| 58ec79b | The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have the power to wake it. Hell aint half full. Hear me. Ye carry war of a madman's making onto a foreign land. Ye'll wake more than the dogs. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 031d58f | Superman comics are a fable, not of strength, but of disintegration. They appeal to the preadolescent, (sic) mind not because they reiterate grandiose delusions, but because they reiterate a very deep cry for help. Superman's two personalities can be integrated only in one thing: only in death. Only Kryptonite cuts through the disguises of both wimp and hero, and affects the man below the disguises. And what is Kryptonite? Kryptonite is all.. | disintegration kryptonite superman weakness | David Mamet | |
| 42e60b2 | These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present. | Annie Dillard | ||
| 76a0f30 | I sip my coffee. I look at the mountain, which is still doing its tricks, as you look at a still-beautiful face belonging to a person who was once your lover in another country years ago: with fond nostalgia, and recognition, but no real feelings save a secret astonishment that you are now strangers. Thanks. For the memories. It is ironic that the one thing that all religions recognize as separating us from our creator--our very self-consci.. | Annie Dillard | ||
| 51b21db | In my experience, the most staunchly held views are based on ignorance or accepted dogma, not carefully considered accumulations of facts. The more you expose the intricacies and realtities of the situation, the less clear-cut things become. | facts science spook | Mary Roach | |
| 4f46ab6 | Well, you certainly are the most wonderfully woolly baa-lamb that ever stepped. | P. G. Wodehouse | ||
| dd7e2e0 | When you have been just told that the girl you love is definitely betrothed to another, you begin to understand how Anarchists must feel when the bomb goes off too soon. | engagement humor jealousy marriage | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| 724d24a | I feel horrible. She doesn't love me and I wander around the house like a sewing machine that's just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 3b3a6a9 | reading a book doesn't mean just turning the pages. It means thinking about it, identifying parts that you want to go back to, asking how to place it in a broader context, pursuing the ideas. There's no point in reading a book if you let it pass before your eyes and then forget about it ten minutes later. Reading a book is an intellectual exercise, which stimulates thought, questions, imagination. | book books how-to occupy occupy-wall-street reading | Noam Chomsky | |
| 6b77c2b | A man with a beard was always a little suspect anyway. You couldn't say you wore a beard because you liked a beard. People didn't like you for telling the truth. You had to say you had a scar so you couldn't shave. | shaving truth | John Steinbeck | |
| 1da8aef | Say it again," he says. "That whole drawn-out speech?" I remember something about a solar system, but I'm too light-headed to recite the entire thing all over again. He steps closer. "No. The part about you fallin' for me." | romantic young-adult-fiction young-adult-romance | Simone Elkeles | |
| 8b85437 | The Devil is precise; the marks of his presence are definite as stone... | Arthur Miller | ||
| 0523d5f | Love is blind | William Shakespeare | ||
| 819a094 | Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops: I.. | William Shakespeare | ||
| cfb992e | My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal. | William Shakespeare | ||
| cd2a3f3 | My Oberon, what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamored of an ass. Titania, Act IV, Scene 1, Lines 76-77 | William Shakespeare | ||
| ed96f5f | Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mu.. | ebbing-neptune elves hills magic prospero the-tempest | William Shakespeare | |
| 28738a4 | Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes, For that they will not intercept my tale: When I do weep, they humbly at my feet Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Rome could afford no tribune like to these. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 28063eb | She gave me for my pains a world of sighs. | poetic-prose tragedy | William Shakespeare | |
| 1b02241 | Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears. | sorrow tears water | William Shakespeare | |
| 0c4597c | Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me. | time | William Shakespeare | |
| df27fe3 | I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. | sadness | William Shakespeare | |
| 83424f0 | He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy. | William Shakespeare | ||
| e8175d9 | All great discoveries...are products as much of doubt as of certainty, and the two in opposition clear the air for marvelous accidents. | Mark Helprin | ||
| b4204fd | Story is the umbilical cord that connects us to the past, present, and future. Family. Story is a relationship between the teller and the listener, a responsibility. . . . Story is an affirmation of our ties to one another. | art connection story | Terry Tempest Williams | |
| 185efdf | if you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison,' it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 96f59fe | Roy remembered the time he and his father had a talk about fighting. 'It's important to stand up for what's right,' Mr. Eberhardt had said, 'but sometimes there's a fine line between courage and stupidity. | Carl Hiaasen | ||
| 9bc1553 | I hung my head, and I felt someone, Fang, gather me gently to him. My cheek rested on his shoulder, and my silent tears soaked his torn shirt.He felt warm and strong and heartbreakingly familiar. And at that moment, not a single thing in my life was certain, strong, or whole. Nothing. Least of all Fang. | James Patterson | ||
| 77bc45b | Life is such a miracle, a series of small miracles.It really is, if you learn how to look at it with the right perspective. | James Patterson | ||
| 73b1069 | Once I was seated, I couldn't help people-watching. I'll admit it, I'm an addict from way back. | wisty witch | James Patterson | |
| fc38d5d | You dwell in whitened castles with deep and poisoned moats | Maya Angelou | ||
| 8373189 | Permitame que me tome la libertad de preguntarle como se las arregla para vivir sin libros. | Emily Brontë | ||
| ea8a20d | He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares! | spirit wuthering-heights | Emily Brontë | |
| ec39f08 | I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? | Emily Brontë | ||
| 7b4e67f | Yep," said Arthur. Somehow seemed the most positive thing he could say. Stronger than and more heroic than . He hoped he could live up to it." | Garth Nix | ||
| c782db4 | Flaws would not only bring death but, far worse, humiliation. | humiliation inigo the-princess-bride william-goldman | William Goldman | |
| 100a0f6 | This was after stew. But then, so is everything. When the first man crawled out of the slime and went to make his home on land, what he had for dinner that night was stew. | stew | William Goldman | |
| 7b92ccd | There's death coming up, and you better understand this: some of the wrong people die. Be ready for it. | William Goldman | ||
| c2d94e2 | Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaasla. (Nobody cares who your father was, only the father you'll be.) - Mandalorian saying | father mandalorian star-wars | Karen Traviss | |
| a37d216 | But I am very poorly today & very stupid & I hate everybody & everything. One lives only to make blunders. | bad-mood hate | Charles Darwin |