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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9915e0d | I know how it is to live your life like a dream. To listen and watch, to wake up and try to understand what has already happened. You do not need a psychiatrist to do this. A psychiatrist does not want you to wake up. He tells you to dream some more, to find the pond and pour more tears into it. And really, he is just another bird drinking from your misery. My mother, she suffered. She lost her face and tried to hind it. She found only gr.. | Amy Tan | ||
| 12b45c6 | The mystery in how little we know of other people is no greater than the mystery of how much, Laurel thought. | Eudora Welty | ||
| e53c064 | Look, part of the whole technique of disempowering people is to make sure that the real agents of change fall out of history, and are never recognized in the culture for what they are. So it's necessary to distort history and make it look as if Great Men did everything - that's part of how you teach people they can't do anything, they're helpless, they just have to wait for some Great Man to come along and do it for them. | culture history power | Noam Chomsky | |
| fd688dd | I don't play games with people's lives like you do. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 6739281 | Sometimes we have to prove to others we're strong even where we're not. | feminism | Simone Elkeles | |
| ae53787 | I didn't like seeing you with him" he says. "I don't think I'd like seeing you with any other guy....beside me." | luis | Simone Elkeles | |
| 18a86b1 | Exile is a dream of a glorious return. Exile is a vision of revolution: Elba, not St Helena. It is an endless paradox: looking forward by always looking back. The exile is a ball hurled high into the air. | migration | Salman Rushdie | |
| be1da16 | PROCTOR, his mind wild, breathless: I say--I say--God is dead! | thiseffinguy | Arthur Miller | |
| bfaedd5 | Thus he spent his whole life searching for his own truth, but it remained hidden to him because he had learned at a very young age to hate himself for what his mother had done to him. (...) But not once did he allow himself to direct his endless, justified rage at the true culprit, the woman who had kept him locked up in her prison for as long as she could. All his life he attempted to free himself of that prison, with the help of drugs, tr.. | escapism | Alice Miller | |
| e2f236f | It's a measly manner of existence. To get on that subway on the hot mornings in summer. To devote your whole life to keeping stock, or making phone calls, or selling or buying. To suffer fifty weeks of the year for a two week vacation, when all you really desire is to be outdoors, with your shirt off. And still-that's how you build a future. | Arthur Miller | ||
| 57b53f5 | O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad! | William Shakespeare | ||
| df75a5a | Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence; the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature. | William Shakespeare | ||
| ae3eb26 | Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? ...If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? | William Shakespeare | ||
| 5966264 | My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white. | innocence lady-macbeth macbeth murder shame | William Shakespeare | |
| 25639a9 | He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself. | division identity unity | William Shakespeare | |
| 0bf5031 | One sees more devils than vast hell can hold | William Shakespeare | ||
| 23291ca | Love has nothing to do with good reasons. | Henry James | ||
| fcd66a1 | Quite possibly there's nothing as fine as a big freight train starting across country in early summer, Hardesty thought. That's when you learn that the tragedy of plants is that they have roots. | train travel | Mark Helprin | |
| 0f37355 | For what can be imagined more beautiful than the sight of a perfectly just city rejoicing in justice alone. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 2911981 | Jedi Masters do not crack up- they just get eccentric.- Luke Skywalker | Troy Denning | ||
| 6513429 | I wish could manage to be glad!" the Queen said. "Only I never can remember the rule. You must be very happy, living in this wood, and being glad whenever you like!" | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 05d7a50 | Life is too short to be the same person everyday. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| c1effb1 | POINT ZERO DEC ROUTES DE FRANCE "Mademoiselle Oliphant. It translates to 'Point zero of the roads of France.' In other words, it's the point from which all other distances in France are measured. It's the beginning of everything. Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come." | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 9544c05 | That was the strangest timing. The strangest. It's like fate, if I believed in fate. I don't know. Maybe I believe in fate now. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 800f204 | Maybe I'm not a brave American, but I think I can be a brave Canadian. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 513668d | I trail my fingers across his cheek. He stays perfectly still for me. "Please stop apologizing, Etienne." "Say my name again," he whispers. I close my eyes and lean forward. "Etienne." He takes my hands into his. Those perfect hands, that fit mine just so. "Anna?" Our foreheads touch. "Yes?" "Will you please tell me you love me? I'm dying here." And then we're laughing. And then I'm in his arms, and we're kissing, at first quickly - to make.. | etienne-and-anna love romance ya | Stephanie Perkins | |
| a90d1fe | Shame leads to secrets, and secrets lead to lies, and lies ruin everything. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 6986e36 | Our parents were a test tube and a turkey baster. | James Patterson | ||
| 976a9b1 | We try not to encourage demonstrations of his mastery of the gaseous arts. | James Patterson | ||
| 6552683 | living life was like putting the beach into a jar. The point wasn't to fit everything in; it was to attend to the most important things first--the big, beautiful rocks--the most valuable people and experiences--and fit the lesser things in around them. Otherwise, the best things might get left out | James Patterson | ||
| 73c1e98 | We're famous" iggy whispered so low that Fang could barely hear him. "So's Swine Flu" Fang whispered back." -- | humourous illness run-for-there-life | James Patterson | |
| 3f00f6b | What?" I said, suspicion starting to rise in me. "When did they start coming after you?" "Was it-- was it after the oil-slick Hummer crash?" the Gasman asked Iggy tentatively. My eyes widened. Oil-slick Hummer crash? Iggy rubbed his chin, thinking. "Or maybe it was more-- after the bomb," the Gasman said in a low voice, looking down. "I think it was the bomb," Iggy agreed. "That definitely seemed to tick them off." | gazzy humor iggy maximum-ride the-gasman | James Patterson | |
| db11126 | My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. | constancy heathcliff love | Emily Brontë | |
| 6aad838 | There were two sides of Julian, she thought, and she remembered a line from something she'd read --Emily Bronte, maybe. Different as a moonbeam and lightning. She wanted to reach the moonbeam part, but she didn't know how. Very softly she said again, "I don't believe you. You're not like the other Shadow Men. You could change --if you wanted to." "No," he said bleakly. "Julian..." It was the bleakness that got her. She could see herself ref.. | julian the-fun-house the-game | L.J. Smith | |
| fc0118f | In sum, U.S. history is no more violent and oppressive than the history of England, Russia, Indonesia, or Burundi - but neither is it exceptionally less violent. | James W. Loewen | ||
| e2aecd2 | If it comes to a swinging, swing all, say I. | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| e442388 | Here one comes upon an all-important English trait: the respect for constituitionalism and legality, the belief in 'the law' as something above the state and above the individual, something which is cruel and stupid, of course, but at any rate incorruptible. It is not that anyone imagines the law to be just. Everyone knows that there is one law for the rich and another for the poor. But no one accepts the implications of this, everyone take.. | law politics public system | George Orwell | |
| 81a0491 | But you're the toughest son of a b!&EUR# i've ever seen.You never let anybody get near you.You never let anybody know what you really think." | lonely | Mario Puzo | |
| 3f35511 | A mockingbird has moved into our neighborhood. It perches atop a telephone pole behind our backyard. Every morning it is the first thing I hear. It is impossible to be unhappy when listening to a mockingbird. So stuffed with songs it is, it can't seem to make up it's mind which to sing first, so it sings them all, a dozen different songs at once, in a dozen different voices. On and on it sings without a pause, so peppy, even frantic, as if .. | Jerry Spinelli | ||
| efb1071 | She's alone, they kept telling themselves, and surely she danced in no one's arms, yet somehow that seemed to matter less and less. As the night went on, and clarinet and coyote call mingled beyond the lantern light, the magic of their own powder-blue jackets and orchids seemed to fade, and it came to them in small sensations that they were more alone than she was. | Jerry Spinelli | ||
| c7e41ab | In a well governed state, there are few punishments, not because there are many pardons, but because criminals are rare; it is when a state is in decay that the multitude of crimes is a guarantee of impunity. | Jean-Jacques Rousseau | ||
| f16411a | lqm` yryH Dmyrn wyj`ln nsh`r 'nn dy'man `l~ Hq. ysrWn 'n nfHm 'nsan l yjrw'wn `l~ rf` Swthm ! | Jean-Jacques Rousseau | ||
| fb0eecd | 'kbr stkhff blrb lys lGfl@ `nh, bl ltfkyr fyh bm l ylyq. | Jean-Jacques Rousseau | ||
| c66ddef | When stalking one's prey, it is best to take one's time. Say nothing, and as sure as eggs he will become curious and emerge. | Harper Lee |