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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0ab7e72 | They ought to find out how to vaccinate for love, like smallpox. | marriage relationships | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 22fbd2f | You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| c78cfc0 | One morning I fell to sketching a face: what sort of a face it was to be, I did not care or know. I took a soft black pencil, gave it a broad point, and worked away. Soon I had traced on the paper a broad and prominent forehead and a square lower outline of visage: that contour gave me pleasure; my fingers proceeded actively to fill it with features. Strongly-marked horizontal eyebrows must be traced under that brow; then followed, naturall.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| ea37dbd | We should acknowledge God merciful, but not always for us comprehensible. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 5b8a439 | Yankees] are pretty much like southerners except with worse manners, of course, and terrible accents. | rhett-butler-to-scarlett southerners yankees | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 5158a0c | She [Melanie] is the only dream I ever had that lived and breathed and did not die in the face of reality. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| bb8a409 | I loved something I made up | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 4310232 | Conrad placed on the title page an epigraph taken from Edmund Spenser's The Faerie Queene: "Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please" This also became Conrad's epitaph." | Joseph Conrad | ||
| d185eb0 | We were dreamers, both of us, unpractical, reserved, full of great theories never put to test, and like all dreamers, asleep to the waking world. Disliking our fellow men, we craved affection; but shyness kept impulse dormant until the heart was touched. When that happened the heavens opened, and we felt, the pair of us, that we have the whole wealth of the universe to give. We would have both survived, had we been other men. | love | Daphne du Maurier | |
| d104a87 | and through it all and afterwards they would be together, making their own world where nothing mattered but the things they could give to one another, the loveliness, the silence, and the peace. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| b2b846e | America was never innocent. We popped our cherry on the boat over and looked back with no regrets. You can't ascribe our fall from grace to any single event or set of circumstances. You can't lose what you lacked at conception. Mass-market nostalgia gets you hopped up for a past that never existed. Hagiography sanctifies shuck-and-jive politicians and reinvents their expedient gestures as moments of great moral weight. Our continuing narrat.. | James Ellroy | ||
| d03ed55 | There is no complete life. There are only fragments. We are born to have nothing, to have it pour through our hands. | life transience | James Salter | |
| f808ff9 | What matters right now is this: we're each of us standing here, together, alive, together. | inspirational | Beth Revis | |
| ed5cf4a | You want to just dump me in space?" My voice is low, but not for long. "It's not like I've done anything wrong! I didn't wake myself up, you know!" Eldest shrugs. "It would be by far the simplest solution. You are, after all, nonessential." "We can't do that," the doctor says, and I totally forgive him for being creepy and threatening me with drugs." | Beth Revis | ||
| af9f29f | Wannagogardenwime?" I ask all in one breath. My eyes grow wide. What came over me? Why would I blurt that out like that? ~Elder" | Beth Revis | ||
| 8717d07 | I can get closer. | Beth Revis | ||
| c4567a4 | I'm hungry, Garion, and I don't think well when I'm hungry." "That might explain a lot," Beldin noted blandly. "We should have fed you more often when you were younger." "You can be terribly offensive sometimes, do you know that?" "Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do." | David Eddings | ||
| c2c30b5 | Beware what you speak,' said the Merlin very softly, 'for indeed the words we speak make shadows of what is to come, and by speaking them we bring them to pass, my king. | fate merlin | Marion Zimmer Bradley | |
| 548f705 | Not being violent enough could cost me my body. Being too violent could cost me my body. We could not get out. | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| e2c2c7a | In other words, who dares to strike today,when having the security of a permanent job is itself becoming a privilege? | Slavoj Žižek | ||
| f1daa5c | There is a wonderful expression in Persian, war nam nihadan, which means "to murder somebody, bury his body, then grow flowers over the body to conceal it" | Slavoj Žižek | ||
| d9d5414 | He likes driving very fast on the wrong side of the road," said Sarah. "Which I can completely understand." | fast life nonconformity | Hilary McKay | |
| 707a0c9 | She has often felt that her outsides were too dull for her insides, that deep within her there was something better than what everyone else could see. | soul | Myla Goldberg | |
| 31e5319 | This is a war," Lemas replied. "It's graphic and unpleasant because it's fought on a tiny scale, at close range; fought with a wastage of innocent life sometimes, I admit. But it's nothing, nothing at all besides other wars - the last or the next." -- | spy war | John le Carré | |
| 06973c1 | He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ff66f6a | The water crumbles on it's way down as my hands and feet push me forward. The world is lightening, taking shape, and turning to color. It feels like it's being painted around me. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7b23617 | She let herself love me for three minutes. Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer. Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough. | Markus Zusak | ||
| c4efcec | I've wandered through the real world, and written myself through the darkness of the streets inside me. I see people walking through the city and wonder where they've been, and what the moments of their lives have done to them. If they're anything like me, their moments have held them up and shot them down. Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. That's when the s.. | desire fighters hunger real-world stories streets underdogs wonder written | Markus Zusak | |
| ddb7c90 | Rudy handed it back. "Speaking of which, I think we're both slightly in for it when we get home. You especially." "Why me?" "You know- your mama." "What about her?" Liesel was exercising the blatant right of every person who's ever belonged to a family. It's all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won't let anyone else do it. That's when you get your back up and show loyalty." | Markus Zusak | ||
| acea77e | She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 0584ec5 | The hearts of women are like those little pieces of furniture with secret hiding - places, full of drawers fitted into each other; you go to a lot of trouble, break your nails, and in the bottom find some withered flower, a few grains of dust - or emptiness! | women | Gustave Flaubert | |
| d3ac49e | He distrusted her affection; and what loneliness is more lonely than distrust. | George Eliot | ||
| a6d10e7 | A man falling into dark waters seeks a momentary footing even on sliding stones. | George Eliot | ||
| dba6a7d | Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are! | religion | Virginia Woolf | |
| a9929dd | I need a little language such as lovers use, words of one syllable such as children speak when they come into the room and find their mother sewing and pick up some scrap of bright wool, a feather, or a shred of chintz. I need a howl; a cry. When the storm crosses the marsh and sweeps over me where I lie in the ditch unregarded I need no words. Nothing neat. Nothing that comes down with all its feet on the floor. None of those resonances an.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 4e446d9 | Lord, how unutterably disgusting life is! What dirty tricks it plays us, one moment free; the next, this. Here we are among the breadcrumbs and the stained napkins again. That knife is already congealing with grease. Disorder, sordidity and corruption surrounds us. We have been taking into our mouths the bodies of dead birds. It is with these greasy crumbs, slobbering over napkins, and little corpses that we have to build. Always it begins .. | virginia-woolf | Virginia Woolf | |
| d153ca5 | Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them; it is for you to seek out this truth and to decide whether any part of it is worth keeping. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| c12d7f6 | We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence. | death life silence thought | Virginia Woolf | |
| 07490d7 | Like" and "like" and "like"--but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing?" | semblance truth | Virginia Woolf | |
| 9771f6c | Would there be trees if we didn't see them? | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 0a45e73 | One must love everything. | love | Virginia Woolf | |
| 5538350 | When people are happy they have a reserve upon which to draw, whereas she was like a wheel without a tyre | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 19ca7b0 | Man is such a wondrous being that it is never possible to count up all his merits at once. The more you study him, the more new particulars appear, and their description would be endless. | Nikolai Gogol | ||
| 6a096df | There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair | Dante Alighieri |