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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c399e60 | Jews wait for the Lord, Protestants sing hymns to him, Catholics say mass and eat him. | Walker Percy | ||
| 6a8ba5d | Whenever I feel bad, I go to the library and read controversial periodicals. Though I do not know whether I am a liberal or a conservative, I am nevertheless enlivened by the hatred which one bears the other. In fact, this hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. | Walker percy | ||
| 4f6633a | But Holly, nobody's life is filled with perfect little moments. And if it were, they wouldn't be perfect little moments. They would just be normal. How would you ever know happiness if you never experienced downs? | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| b8f3fb8 | People tell stories and it's up to those who listen whether to believe or not." "Shouldn't the storyteller believe it." "The storyteller should tell it." | storytelling | Cecelia Ahern | |
| a4ada9c | what a luxury it was for people to be able to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 44d5ea2 | One must not speak of such things. One is still scarred from that experience. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 89abfe2 | On my license, it says I'm an organ donor, but the truth is I'd consider being an organ martyr. I'm sure I'm worth a lot more dead than alive - the sum of the parts equal more than the whole. I wonder who might wind up walking around with my liver, my lungs, even my eyeballs. I wonder what poor asshole would get stuck with whatever it is in me that passes for a heart. | self-pity self-sacrifice | Jodi Picoult | |
| b821028 | My mother, who would always buy her books new, hated it the vintage hardcovers with their cracked spines and threadbare cloth covers. True you couldn't go in there and buy the latest best seller, but when you held one of those volumes in your hands, you were leafing through another person'a life. Someone else had once loved that story, too. Someone else had carried that book in a backpack, devoured it over breakfast, mopped up that coffee s.. | history smells | Jodi Picoult | |
| 3348211 | There were some people who hit your life so hard, they left a stain on your future. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| d8d0787 | You figured that the only way I'd be happy is if I did the things you thought would be best for me. | relationship | Jodi Picoult | |
| cf4cd92 | Everytime I look at a zebra, I can't figure out whether it's black with white stripes or white with black stripes, and that frustrates me. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| ee0cc47 | Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: we take shots in the dark and realize too late we've wounded the people we are trying to protect. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 4632ff3 | Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't stand the thought of them changing? Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't see clearly? | crime love seeing | Jodi Picoult | |
| bf935dc | We all have things that come back to haunt us. Some of us just see them more clearly than others. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 2c56cb7 | Active racism is telling a nurse supervisor that an African American nurse can't touch your baby. It's snickering at a black joke. But passive racism? It's noticing there's only one person of color in your office and not asking your boss why. It's reading your kid's fourth-grade curriculum and seeing that the only black history covered is slavery, and not questioning why. It's defending a woman in court whose indictment directly resulted fr.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 543a700 | Our lovemaking was always risk and promise-for if he held my life in his hands when he lay with me, I held his soul, and knew it. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| eb13856 | It's ... difficult to explain. It's ... it's like ... I think it's as though everyone has a small place inside themselves, maybe, a private bit that they keep to themselves. It's like a little fortress, where the most private part of you lives--maybe it's your soul, maybe just that bit that makes you yourself and not anyone else." His tongue probed his swollen lip unconsciously as he thought. "You don't show that bit of yourself to anyone, .. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 80d41c9 | It was one of those strange moments that came to him rarely, but never left. A moment that stamped itself on heart and brain, instantly recallable in every detail, for all of his life. There was no telling what made these moments different from any other, though he knew them when they came. He had seen sights more gruesome and more beautiful by far, and been left with no more than a fleeting muddle of their memory. But these-- the still mom.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ea7134f | And Finally I put down the last and the best advice I knew, on growing older. 'Stand up straight and try not to get fat. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b722b8a | I'm afraid that my wife picked up a number of colorful expressions from the Yanks and such, Frank offered, with a nervous smile. True, I said, gritting my teeth as I wrapped a water-soaked napkin about my hand. Men tend to be very colorful when you're picking shrapnel out of them. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8ae5a71 | The sun, an hour above the horizon, is poised like a bloody egg upon a crest of thunderheads; the light has turned copper: in the eye portentous, in the nose sulphurous, smelling of lightning. | William Faulkner | ||
| 1934818 | in August in Mississippi there's a few days somewhere about the middle of the month when suddenly there's a foretaste of fall, it's cool, there's a lambence, a soft, a luminous quality to the light, as though it came not from just today but from back in the old classic times. It might have fauns and satyrs and the gods and---from Greece, from Olympus in it somewhere. It lasts just for a day or two, then it's gone. . .the title reminded me o.. | William Faulkner | ||
| b0621cc | It is as though the space between us were time: an irrevocable quality. It is as though time, no longer running straight before us in a diminishing line, now runs parallel between us like a looping string, the distance being the doubling accretion of the thread an not the interval between. | William Faulkner | ||
| 9274863 | Love between man and woman is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse, and friendship between man and woman is impossible because there must be sexual intercourse. | James Joyce | ||
| 68654b4 | Let us leave theories there and return to here's hear. | James Joyce | ||
| dff0137 | Chess is all about getting the king into check, you see. It's about killing the father. I would say that chess has more to do with the art of murder than it does with the art of war. | father killing king murder | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | |
| 1ddb63f | Usually, very early in the morning. German laborers were going to work. They would stop and look at us without surprise. One day when we had come to a stop, a worker took a piece of bread out of his bag and threw it into a wagon. There was a stampede. Dozens of starving men fought desperately over a few crumbs. The worker watched the spectacle with great interest. Years later, I witnessed a similar spectacle in Aden. Our ship's passengers a.. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| dc4da0f | Suffering pulls us farther away from other human beings. It builds a wall made of cries and contempt to separate us. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 4fd3080 | Not all games are innocent. Some come dangerously close to cruelty. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 3a7466b | Life belongs to man, but the meaning of life is beyond him. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| b2edbe0 | This world... belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak. | life | Ken Kesey | |
| cb23e00 | An intelligent person, looking out of his eyes and hearkening in his ears, with a smile on his face all the time, will get more true education than many another in a life of heroic vigils"." | intelligence smile | Robert Louis Stevenson | |
| 564e6b3 | If you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel! | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
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| 8d46872 | Bad luck doesn't have any chinks in it," he said with deep bitterness. "I was born a son of a bitch and I'm going to die a son of a bitch." | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| 89eab91 | ideas are definitely unstable, they not only CAN be misused, they invite misuse--and the better the idea the more volatile it is. That's because only the better ideas turn into dogma, and it is this process whereby a fresh, stimulating, humanly helpful idea is changed into robot dogma that is deadly. In terms of hazardous vectors released, the transformation of ideas into dogma rivals the transformation of hydrogen into helium, uranium into.. | repression | Tom Robbins | |
| cdd05cb | A book no more contains reality than a clock contains time. A book may measure so-called reality as a clock measures so-called time; a book may create an illusion of reality as a clock creates an illusion of time; a book may be real, just as a clock is real (both more real, perhaps, than those ideas to which they allude); but let's not kid ourselves - all a clock contains is wheels and springs and all a book contains is sentences. | Tom Robbins | ||
| fc97e68 | Normality is the Great Neurosis of civilization. | normality | Tom Robbins | |
| b170b79 | There are people in this world who can wear whale masks and people who cannot, and the wise know to which group they belong. | whale | Tom Robbins | |
| 4829a7a | Love will not be constrain'd by mastery. When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free. | love relationships | Geoffrey Chaucer | |
| 71f43ec | You know, from what I've seen, at twenty you know you're not going to be a rock star. By twenty-five, you know you're not going to be a dentist or a professional. And by thirty, a darkness starts moving in - you wonder if you're ever going to be fulfilled, let alone wealthy or successful. By thirty-five, you know, basically, what you're going to be doing the rest of your life; you become resigned to your fate. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 38170e0 | a feeling at once destructive, romantic, and grand-like falling into a swimming pool dressed in a tuxedo. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 1f2a7f7 | Q: If you could be an animal, what kind of animal would you be? A: You already are an animal. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 94cf5ca | I sit on the steps in the heat of the sun and listen as one by one these car alarms extinguish themselves until once more only the muted roar of the city is audible, and the city, bathed in sunlight, once again resumes dreaming its collective dream. Cars roll down the city's roads, plants grow from its soil, wealth is generated in its rooms, hope is created and lost and recreated in the minds and souls of its inhabitants, and the city conti.. | Douglas Coupland |