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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4545dd8 | I never meant it," he was saying. "Never meant it to happen. Can't stand it, seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something... What do I do? What can I do...?" | funny ghost-town humor morganville-vampires myrnin rachel-caine vampire vampires | Rachel Caine | |
| 5908241 | We think we tell stories, but stories often tell us, tell us to love or hate, to see or be seen. Often, too often, stories saddle us, ride us, whip us onward, tell us what to do, and we do it without questioning. The task of learning to be free requires learning to hear them, to question them, to pause and hear silence, to name them, and then become a story-teller. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 89312f3 | They are all beasts of burden in a sense, ' Thoreau once remarked of animals, 'made to carry some portion of our thoughts.' Animals are the old language of the imagination; one of the ten thousand tragedies of their disappearance would be a silencing of this speech. | extinction nature page-188 | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 4b4bfa3 | The ability to tell your own story, in words or images, is already a victory, already a revolt. | feminism tell-your-own-story writing | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 5eaaf74 | A book is a heart that only beats in the chest of another. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 0a22005 | What I really hated, of course, was my mind. There must have been an off switch somewhere, but I was damned if I could find it. | david sedaris | ||
| 214ccdb | It was the look you get when facing a sudden and insurmountable danger: the errant truck, the shaky ladder, the crazy person who pins you to the linoleum and insists, with increasing urgency, that everything you know and love can be undone by a grape. | David Sedaris | ||
| f5a68db | In other parts of the country people tried to stay together for the sake of the children. In New York they tried to work things out for the sake of the apartment. | David Sedaris | ||
| 78d75d8 | And I wish to thank you as well, Royce." He was puzzled. "For what?" "For reminding me that anyone, no matter what they've done, can find redemption if they seek it." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 779cde3 | My chronic feelings of emptiness and boredom came from the fact that I was living a life based on my incapacities, which were numerous. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| fc3bf01 | I think many people ill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 36ddcce | Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right? | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 2d1d2f2 | He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish. | grown-up wish | Cornelia Funke | |
| 163bc3f | Most travel, and certainly the rewarding kind, involves depending on the kindness of strangers, putting yourself into the hands of people you don't know and trusting them with your life. | life strangers travel trust | Paul Theroux | |
| 922f06f | If your appearance is all people see, they have no respect for your mind. | Trudi Canavan | ||
| 1252b6b | Mortals did not need gods to order them to kill eachother. They were quite capable of finding reasons to do so themselves. | Trudi Canavan | ||
| 4827e8e | What do you mean, what's the matter with him? Nothing's the matter with him, everything's the matter with him, the same as it is with everybody else. He's just fine. He gets overwhelmed now and then, and he doesn't know how to say what he feels or means, so he cries and runs off a little, trying to find out where to go, for God's sake. Where can you go? | William Saroyan | ||
| 5775360 | The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 3ce913b | I'd sleep and forget it; I had my own life, my own sad and ragged life forever. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| f508962 | Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 9fcf40c | Life is a tragedy for those who feel and a comedy for those who think. | Margaret Cho | ||
| f58245f | Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky | T.S. Eliot | ||
| eeb9bce | The dripping blood our only drink, The bloody flesh our only food: In spite of which we like to think | good-friday jesus spirituality | T.S. Eliot | |
| 532d6f6 | The awful daring of a moment's surrender which an age of prudence can never retract. by this, and only this, we have existed. | T.S. Eliot | ||
| 7d445be | Why can't people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 7fd728c | Where all think alike, no one thinks very much. --WALTER LIPPMANN | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 6111b91 | There are seasons of our lives when nothing seems to be happening, when no smoke betrays a burned town or homestead and few tears are shed for the newly dead. I have learned not to trust those times, because if the world is at peace then it means someone is planning war. | peace war | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 77daaf9 | I let Richard walk out on me. I think he'd have gone anyway, but I just sat on the floor and watched him go. I didn't stand in his way. I figured it was his choice, and you cant hold someone if they don't want to be held. If someone really wants to be free of you, you have to let them go. Well, fuck that, fuck that all to hell. Don't go, Asher, please, don't go. I love the way your hair shines in the light. I love that way you smile when yo.. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| f28ed08 | And your excuse?' I asked. 'I'm a sociopath; I don't have to be nice,' Nicky said. I gave him a look. 'You're mad at him.I can feel it; which means I really don't have to be nice to him.' 'I thought you were friends.' 'What part of sociopath didn't you understand?' he asked. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 68d3f95 | I am the Executioner. Murder someone in my town, and I'm the one that you get to see. Once. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| d6a4a25 | If I wanted death, Edward would give it to me. Because we both understand that it isn't death that we fear. It's living. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| d4e615a | Oh, ma petite, you are growing gargantuan." I looked at him and it was not a friendly look. "Never tease a woman about her weight, Jean-Claude. At least not an American twentieth-century one." He Spread his hands wide. "My deepest apologies." "When you apologize, try not to smile at the same time. It ruins the effect." | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 3cb0444 | I got this story from someone who had no business in the telling of it. | jungle storytelling writing | Edgar Rice Burroughs | |
| 3900cb3 | It is a characteristic of the weak and criminal to attribute to others the misfortunes that are the result of their own wickedness. | Edgar Rice Burroughs | ||
| 79a5ab4 | There are such moments in life, when, in order for heaven to open, it is necessary for a door to close. | José Saramago | ||
| 093f19b | y rjl yHtrm nfsh ln ynqsh 'mwrh lkhS@ m` 'wl shkhS yqbl@ . | José Saramago | ||
| a61b37d | hnk 'wqt lyfyd m`h lklm . | José Saramago | ||
| 74a5c37 | our god, the creator of heaven and earth, is completely mad | god saramago | José Saramago | |
| e7a1160 | llHZt l t`ln `n nfsh `ndm t'ty | José Saramago | ||
| db9939d | Creo que nos quedamos ciegos, creo que estamos ciegos, ciegos que ven, ciegos que, viendo, no ven. | José Saramago | ||
| 67d8717 | we would understand much more about life's complexities if we applied ourselves to an assiduous study of its contradictions, instead of wasting time on identities and coherences, seeing as these have a duty to provide their own explanations. | José Saramago | ||
| 73e5d65 | The day before is what we bring to the day we're actually living through, life is a matter of carrying along all those days-before just as someone might carry stones, and when we can no longer cope with the load, the work is done, the last day is the only one that is not the day before another day. | José Saramago | ||
| 5f4fcf2 | Let him who has not a single speck of migration to blot his family escutcheon cast the first stone...if you didn't migrate then your father did, and if your father didn't need to move from place to place, then it was only because your grandfather before him had no choice but to go, put his old life behind him in search of the bread that his own land denied him... | José Saramago | ||
| 202d6cd | Strictly speaking, we do not make decisions, decisions make us. | José Saramago |