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cc26db8 Pero en ciertos casos es mas digno dejarse llevar de un impulso ciego, provocado por un gran amor, que oponerse a el. Laura Esquivel
4443b4d You are a lucky lady to be marrying a man who can fix things. Most husbands just break things. Alexander McCall Smith
36a1d61 He had been thinking of how landscape moulds a language. It was impossible to imagine these hills giving forth anything but the soft syllables of Irish, just as only certain forms of German could be spoken on the high crags of Europe; or Dutch in the muddy, guttural, phlegmish lowlands. german irish landscape language Alexander McCall Smith
cfd8739 There is plenty of work for love to do. Alexander McCall Smith
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8a89997 The story of how I left Huckleberry begins -- as do all worthy stories -- with a goat sci-fi John Scalzi
a92e58a The old man said, 'You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity. At some time, every creature which lives must do so. It is the ultimate shadow, the defeat of creation; this is the curse at work, the curse that feeds on all life. Everywhere in the universe. Philip K. Dick
52aba48 Fear made her seem ill; it distorted her body lines, made her appear as if someone had broken her, and then, with malice, patched her together badly. Philip K. Dick
ce163e2 We hypostatize information into objects. Rearrangement of objects is change in the content of the information; the message has changed. This is a language which we have lost the ability to read. We ourselves are a part of this language; changes in us are changes in the content of the information. We ourselves are information-rich; information enters us, is processed and is then projected outward once more, now in an altered form. We are not.. Philip K. Dick
a6c371a You know what the doctor said to me to cheer me up?" Fat said. "There are worse diseases than cancer." "Did he show you slides?" We both laughed. When you are nearly crazy with grief, you laugh at what you can." disease doctors grief laughter Philip K. Dick
5995e1a There was a beauty in the trash of the alleys which I had never noticed before; my vision seemed sharpened, rather than impaired. As I walked along it seemed to me that the flattened beer cans and papers and weeds and junk mail had been arranged by the wind into patterns; these patterns, when I scrutinized them, lay distributed so as to comprise a visual language. Philip K. Dick
09fee8b lqr@ fy mSr mlh@ rkhyS@ wln ttTwr Ht~ tw'mn b'n lqr@ Drwr@ Hywy@ reading Naguib Mahfouz
7c7adaf you can't really know the person standing before you, because always there is some missing piece Barbara Kingsolver
3e6d351 Why do you suppose the poets talk about hearts?' he asked me suddenly. 'When they discuss emotional damage? The tissue of hearts is tough as a shoe. Did you ever sew up a heart?' I shook my head. 'No, but I've watched. I know what you mean.' The walls of a heart are thick and strong, and the surgeons use heavy needles. It takes a good bit of strength, but it pulls together neatly. As much as anything it's like binding a book. Barbara Kingsolver
5032ba3 A mother's body remembers her babies--the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has its own entreaties to body and soul. It's the last one, though, that overtakes you. I can't dare say I loved the others less, but my first three were all babies at once, and motherhood dismayed me entirely. . . . That's how it is with the firstborn, no matter what kind of mother you are--rich, poor, frazzled half to death .. Barbara Kingsolver
bc33a0f You're asking yourself, Can I give this child the best possible upbringing and keep her out of harm's way her whole life long? The answer is no, you can't. But nobody else can either. Not a state home, that's for sure. For heaven's sake, the best they can do is turn their heads while the kids learn to pick locks and snort hootch, and then try to keep them out of jail. Nobody can protect a child from the world. That's why it's the wrong thin.. Barbara Kingsolver
1c2d060 Will you explain to me why people encourage delusional behaviour in children, and medicate it in adults? Barbara Kingsolver
2967688 Abundance isn't God's provision for me to live in luxury. It's his provision for me to help others live. God entrusts me with his money not to build my kingdom on earth, but to build his kingdom in heaven. christianity god heaven help kingdom luxury money poverty provision riches sharing stewardship wealth Randy Alcorn
cb02764 For years I wondered why dreams are so often dull when related, and this morning I find the answer, which is very simple - like most answers, you have always known it: No context ... like a stuffed animal set on the floor of a bank. William S. Burroughs
20c8f48 I could see why Archimedes got all excited. There was nothing finer than the feeling that came rushing through you when it clicked and you suddenly understood something that had puzzled you. It made you think it just might be possible to get a handle on this old world after all. puzzle understanding world Jeannette Walls
4547f7e No child is born a delinquent. They only became that way if nobody loved them when they were kids. Unloved children grow up to be serial murderers or alcoholics. life love parenting Jeannette Walls
80d13ca sometimes after I finished a particularly good book, I had the urge to get the library card, find out who else had read the book, and track them down to talk about it Jeannette Walls
9025c05 Our own choices might not be as good as those that are made for us. Sebastian Faulks
5f10879 all members of Congress should be required wear NASCAR uniforms. You know, the kind with the patches? That way we'd know who is sponsoring each of them. I think he was kidding; they'd never be able to do it but it's a great idea and would wake people up in this country. humor nascar politics sponsorship Brad Thor
9732746 Each person is born with an unencumbered spot, free of expectation and regret, free of ambition and embarrassment, free of fear and worry; an umbilical spot of grace where we were each first touched by God. It is this spot of grace that issues peace. Psychologists call this spot the Psyche, Theologians call it the Soul, Jung calls it the Seat of the Unconscious, Hindu masters call it Atman, Buddhists call it Dharma, Rilke calls it Inwardnes.. Mark Nepo
a3f2b52 Let's be in awe which doesn't mean anything but the courage to gape like fish at the surface Mark Nepo
203208f Major Major had lied, and it was good. He was not really surprised that it was good, for he had observed that people who did lie were, on the whole, more resourceful and ambitious and successful than people who did not lie. Joseph Heller
072d20c He was sick with lust and mesmerized with regret Joseph Heller
7c9bc54 Human intelligence was more trouble than it was worth. It was more destructive than creative, more confusing than revealing, more discouraging than satisfying, more spiteful than charitable. Michael Crichton
6d6e955 Welcome...to Jurassic Park! Michael Crichton
9f59d65 False fears are a plague, a modern plague! Michael Crichton
6480bff I had come to regard him as a loner with no real past and a future so vague that there was no sense talking about it. Hunter S. Thompson
c6f506e Once upon a time... a long time ago... things that happened once perhaps but have been talked about for so long that nobody really knows. And underneath all the bits that people have added the magic swords and lamps they're all about one thing - the good hero fighting the giant or the witch or the wicked uncle. Good against bad. Good against evil. Susan Cooper
2f0a622 Nothing so comforts the military mind as the maxim of a great but dead general. military wwi Barbara W. Tuchman
ee9d5b4 Just because you don't believe in the Lord doesn't mean his power isn't working for you. Francine Rivers
4486d4e Well, the husband was very depressed for the longest while. Even after he found out that his wife was going to pull through, he was still very depressed. Not about the accident, though. I mean, the accident was one thing, but it wasn't everything. I'd get up to his mouth-hole, you know, and he'd say no, it wasn't the accident exactly but it was because he couldn't see her through his eye-holes. He said that was what was making him feel bad... marriage Raymond Carver
fa28bc7 It's akin to style, what I'm talking about, but it isn't style alone. It is the writer's particular and unmistakable signature on everything he writes. It is his world and no other. This is one of the things that distinguishes one writer from another. Not talent. There's plenty of that around. But a writer who has some special way of looking at things and who gives artistic expression to that way of looking: that writer may be around for a .. Raymond Carver
15924b8 I've found, in my own writing, that a little hatred, keenly directed, is a useful thing. Alice Walker
5dcd13d The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed. Sylvia Plath
7c03816 I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it. Sylvia Plath
7c2da2a To annihilate the world by annihilation of oneself is the deluded height of desperate egoism. Sylvia Plath
5054bd6 And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault after fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him. The same thing happened over and over: I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn't do at all. Sylvia Plath
0b9c48b Although, I admit, I desire, Occasionally, some backtalk From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain: A certain minor light may still Lean incandescent Out of kitchen table or chair As if a celestial burning took Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then -- Sylvia Plath
edf6418 I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood. Sylvia Plath