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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4fd89a0 | How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life. | relationship life love krapp play | Samuel Beckett | |
| 3e7afdb | I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side. (Pause. Krapp's lips move. No sound.) Past midnight. Never knew such silence. The earth might be uninhabited. | silence life love relatipnship krapp movement play | Samuel Beckett | |
| 8d8e1a3 | You're trying to eat grass that isn't there. Why don't you give it a chance to grow? | worry patience | Richard Adams | |
| 9ed3579 | Running in the wind, in the pollen and dust, a flower in flight | youth wild girls running | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| ffd7cbb | Madness alone is truly terrifying, inasmuch as you cannot placate it by threats, persuasion, or bribes. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| 7716c1e | Albums that remind me of my childhood happiness make me incredibly sad now. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 8855274 | Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding. Thoughts in time and out of season, the hitchinker stood by the side of the road and levelled his thumb in the calm calculus of reason. [...] Why does my mind circle around you? Why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you? All your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight. | Jim Morrison | ||
| 28b86ea | Out of a human population on earth of four and a half billion, perhaps twenty people can write a book in a year. Some people lift cars, too. Some people enter week-long sled-dog races, go over Niagara Falls in a barrel, fly planes through the Arc de Triomphe. Some people feel no pain in childbirth. Some people eat cars. There is no call to take human extremes as norms. | Annie Dillard | ||
| 8e4a754 | Push it. examine all things intensely and relentlessly. | Annie Dillard | ||
| 619d156 | A work in progress quickly becomes feral. It reverts to a wild state overnight. It is barely domesticated, a mustang on which you one day fastened a halter, but which now you cannot catch. It is a lion you cage in your study. As the work grows, it gets harder to control; it is a lion growing in strength. You must visit it every day and reassert your mastery over it. If you skip a day, you are, quite rightly, afraid to open the door to its r.. | Annie Dillard | ||
| 464dc18 | Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you're 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn't go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when.. | perfectionism | Anne Lamott | |
| abf11c0 | I just gave up one day. Around the time the news about toxic shock came out. I thought, Fuck me, man, I give up. Come and get me. | giving-up | Anne Lamott | |
| a014912 | A girl who bonnets a policeman with an ashcan full of bottles is obviously good wife-and-mother timber. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 48d5856 | If I now recognize evil in other people, is it not because I have become evil too? | Amy Tan | ||
| 6cbb458 | It is our inward journey that leads us through time - forward or back, seldom in a straight line, most often spiraling. Each of us is moving, changing, with respect to others. As we discover, we remember; remembering, we discover; and most intensely do we experience this when our separate journeys converge. Our living experience at those meeting points is one of the charged dramatic fields of fiction. | Eudora Welty | ||
| 2b18094 | My brother and I were able to fantasize far more extravagantly about our parents' tastes and desires, their aspirations and their vices, by scanning their bookcases than by snooping in their closest. Their selves were on their shelves. | shelves parents bookshelves | Anne Fadiman | |
| f36ff7b | In a world of bosses, you are your own master | John Grogan | ||
| 15ec042 | Gettin' near the fire, chica, doesn't necessarily mmean you'll get burned. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 8affcb6 | Brittany, I love hangin' with you. Shit, when I get to school I scan the halls lookin' for you. As soon as I catch sight of these angelic streaks of sunshine," I say, fingering her hair, "I know I can make it through the day." | Simone Elkeles | ||
| ff0e7e0 | People don't like being around despair. Our tolerance for the truly hopeless, for those who are irredeemably broken by life is strictly limited. The sob stories we like are the ones that end before we're bored. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 22bcf8e | My horizon's have shrunk and I have only endings to write. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| c2f2813 | By morning she was dead. She had not died of starvation or committed suicide by any conventional means. She had simply willed herself to die, and being a strong-willed woman, she had succeeded. She had missed dying on her birthday by two days. | John Berendt | ||
| 434db7f | O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell! | William Shakespeare | ||
| 40c3100 | O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet. | capulet romeo juliet | William Shakespeare | |
| 8591c61 | death, The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, | William Shakespeare | ||
| 0e3af1c | Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house: 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,--Macbeth shall sleep no more! | William Shakespeare | ||
| e69b79b | If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up; So quick bright things come to confusion. | pain sorrow love | William Shakespeare | |
| 52cc29f | No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills: And yet not so, for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste a.. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 505db92 | Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety." Antony and Cleopatra (II.ii) ~William Shakespeare" | William Shakespeare | ||
| 0da4106 | Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues." [Stage direction, ]" | wagging-tongues rumor public-opinion libel reputation tongues slander gossip | William Shakespeare | |
| a93fbdb | Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 4aaeddb | I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 6f6627e | Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them? | science | William Shakespeare | |
| bfe01bc | Of course I was under the spell, and the wonderful part is that, even at the time, I perfectly knew I was. But I gave myself up to it; it was an antidote to any pain, and I had more pains than one. | Henry James | ||
| 1a649d0 | I know. You know I know. I know you know I know. We know Henry knows, and Henry knows we know it. We're a knowledgeable family. | lion-in-winter | James Goldman | |
| 81672a2 | She died on a windy gray day in March when the sky was full of darting crows and the world lay prostrate and defeated after winter. Peter Lake was at her side and it ruined him forever. It broke him as he had not ever imagined he could have been broken. He would never again be young, or able to remember what it was like to be young. What he had once taken to be pleasures would appear to him in his defeat as hideous and deserved punishments .. | love | Mark Helprin | |
| c59c9f9 | Crawling at your feet,' said the Gnat (Alice drew her feet back in some alarm), `you may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its wings are thin slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump of sugar.' And what does IT live on?' Weak tea with cream in it.' A new difficulty came into Alice's head. `Supposing it couldn't find any?' she suggested. Then it would die, of course.' But that must happen very often,' Alice r.. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 3283f64 | Take off your hat," the King said to the Hatter. "It isn't mine," said the Hatter. "Stolen!" the King exclaimed, turning to the jury, who instantly made a memorandum of the fact. "I keep them to sell," the Hatter added as an explanation; "I've none of my own. I'm a hatter." | money hatter mad-hatter steal hats thief wonderland trade | Lewis Carroll | |
| 3192a85 | One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it-- it was the black kitten's fault entirely. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 5cfd3ae | Look at all the Eastern writers who've written great Western literature. Kazuo Ishiguro. You'd never guess that The Remains of the Day or Never Let Me Go were written by a Japanese guy. But I can't think of anyone who's ever done the reverse-- any Westerner who's written great Eastern literature. Well, maybe if we count Lawrence Durrell - does the Alexandria Quartet qualify as Eastern literature?" "There is a very simple test," said Vikram.. | G. Willow Wilson | ||
| cdd84b2 | I'm here." St. Clair is angry. "I'm just sorry I'm not With you. I wish there was something I could do." "Wanna come beat her up for me?" "I'm packing my throwing stars right now." I sniffle and wipe my nose. "I'm such an idiot. I can't believe I thought he liked me.That's the worst part, knowing he was never even interested." "Bollocks.He was interested." "No,he wasn't," I say. "Bridge said so." "Because she's jealous! Anna, I was there .. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| e13e2c5 | I'll be here when you return." "I fixed my door. You'll need a key." "I'll take good care of it." "What if I won't give it to you?" "Then I'll break the door again." "This dormitory makes me feel so safe." | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| b2b90fa | You love me this much! | James Patterson | ||
| 0b1f52e | Max." Fang let go of my hand. "Right now, it's really all about--us." He swooped down to the right in a big semicircle, ending facing me. Slowly we climbed upward, until we were almost vertical, flying straight up to the sun. While carefully synchronizing our wings--they almost touched--Fang leaned in, gently put one hand behind my neck, and kissed me. It was just about as close to heaven as I'll ever get, I guess. I closed my eyes, lost .. | kissing kiss heaven trust friendship happiness love i-approve-too shipping dolphin flying couple sun smile wings otp | James Patterson |