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| b87f0be | Bella, I've already expended a great deal of personal effort at this point to keep you alive. I'm not about to let you behind the wheel of a vehicle when you can't even walk straight. Besides, friends don't let friends drive drunk," he quoted with a chuckle. I could smell the unbearably sweet fragrance coming off his chest. "Drunk?" I objected. "You're intoxicated by my very presence." He was grinning that playful smirk again." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| d7e1bbb | There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was. | edward-cullen love love-story midnight-sun twilight-saga | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 920d68b | Uncle Jeb," we croaked in surprise. "You found us." "Well, now," he said, and his gruff voice brought back a hundred memories. "Well, now, here's a pickle." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| adfc0fe | Bella: "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not." Edward: "And I should feel sorry that you're not sorry, but I don't." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 7528ad7 | Well?' Jasper said when Mairelon did not reply. 'Who are you?' 'No, no,' Mairelon said. 'I asked you first. I also, if you recall, asked how you found this place and what you intend to do here, and you haven't told me that, either.' 'We might ask you the same thing,' Jasper retorted. 'You might, but I don't recommend it,' Mairelon said. 'You'll get a reputation as a poor conversationalist if you all can do is repeat what other people say to.. | Patricia C. Wrede | ||
| 4637559 | Illness reduces man to his basic state: a cloaca in which the chemical processes continue. The meaningless hegemony of the involuntary. | Paul Bowles | ||
| bb5ce8b | The only thing that makes life worth living is the possibility of experiencing now and then a perfect moment. And perhaps even more than that, it's having the ability to recall such moments in their totality, to contemplate them like jewels. | Paul Bowles | ||
| 4ffdc49 | Belief in the causal nexus is superstition. | causality superstition | Ludwig Wittgenstein | |
| a8d36fd | God fills us with all sorts of yearnings that go against the grain of the world--but the fact those yearnings often come to nothing, well, I doubt that's God's doing." She cut her eyes at me and smiled. "I think we know that's men's doing." | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| de3439e | I realize what a strange in-between place I am in. The Young Woman inside has turned to go, but the Old Woman has not shown up. | Sue Monk Kidd & Ann Kidd Taylor | ||
| 0f72392 | I wished she'd been smart enough, or loving enough, to realize everybody has burdens that crush them, only they don't give up their children. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 92d242a | It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked puke until you begin to like it. | watt | Samuel Beckett | |
| 457568f | The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| de22d66 | Pozzo: I don't seem to be able...(long hesitation) to depart. Estragon: Such is life. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 72618b6 | The new light above my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness around me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In a way. (Pause.) I love to get up and move about in it, then back here to... (hesitates) ...me. (Pause.) | beckett darkness play self | Samuel Beckett | |
| 45aa4a1 | 'stTy` 'n 'myz byn l'Swt lkhrjy@.'wrq lshjr,t'wh ljdhw`.l'GSn,Ht~ l'`shb,kl shjr@ lh SyHth lkhS@,wl ttshbh shjrtn hmshm. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 5cb9268 | Who am I to tell my private nightmares to if I can't tell them to you? | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 3723759 | lm nwld lnkwn `l~ lTryq nfsh. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| a6ed41e | estragon: we lost our rights? vladimir: we got rid of them. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 50be868 | Sometimes I went and looked at my grave. The stone was up already. It was a simple Latin cross, white. I wanted to have my name put on it, with the here lies and the date of my birth. Then all it would have wanted was the date of my death. They would not let me. Sometimes I smiled, as if I were dead already. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 73af42a | Estragon: Suppose we repented. Vladimir: Repented what? Estragon: Oh...(He reflects.) We wouldn't have to go into the details. Vladimir: Our being born? | Samuel Beckett | ||
| a5b32e1 | Old endgame lost of old, play and lose and have done with losing. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 9d8fdb6 | For that matter, Odysseus himself might have borrowed a trick or two from the rabbit hero, for he is very old and was never at a loss for a trick to deceive his enemies. | Richard Adams | ||
| 9aa2cd3 | Before such people can act together, a kind of telepathic feeling has to flow through them and ripen to the point when they all know that they are ready to begin. Anyone who has seen the martins and swallows in September, assembling on the telephone wires, twittering, making short flights singly and in groups over the open, stubbly fields, returning to form longer and even longer lines above the yellowing verges of the lanes-the hundreds of.. | Richard Adams | ||
| d35fd11 | While a few pertinent points have to be marked, the general impression I desire to convey is of a side door crashing open in life's full flight, and a rush of roaring black time drowning with its whipping wind the cry of lone disaster. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| eeebc79 | A cluster of stars palely glowed above us, between the silhouettes of long thin leaves; that vibrant sky seemed as naked as she was under her light frock. I saw her face in the sky, strangely distinct, as if it emitted a faint radiance of its own. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 65482d5 | My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, and, save for a pocket of warmth in the darkest past, nothing of her subsists within the hollows and dells of memory, over which, if you can still stand my style (I am writing under observation), the sun of my infancy had set: surely, you all know those redolent remnants of day suspended, with the midges, about some hedge in bloom or suddenly entered an.. | memory metaphor mothers | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 2257cb6 | I am surrounded by some sort of wretched specters, not by people. They torment me as can torment only senseless visions, bad dreams, dregs of delirium, the drivel of nightmares and everything that passes down here for real life. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 364bbb9 | Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 9caba65 | memory can restore to life everything except smells, although nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| d39fca6 | Ultimately, the main reasons why I will be chubby for life are (1) I have virtually no hobbies except dieting. I can't speak any non-English languages, knit, ski, scrapbook, or cook. I have no pets. I don't know how to do drugs. I lost my passport three years ago when I moved into my house and never got it renewed. Video games scare me because they all seem to simulate situations I'd hate to be in, like war or stealing cars. So if I ever lo.. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 87c39b8 | If I gave my mother a knitted scarf she'd be worried I was wasting my time doing stupid stuff like knitting instead of school work. Presenting a homemade knitted object to my parents was actually like handing them a detailed backlog of my idleness. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 7f40f48 | All merely graceful attributes are usually the most evanescent. | Hawthorne Nathaniel | ||
| 5bf0fbb | O mais importante e bonito, do mundo, e isto: que as pessoas nao estao sempre iguais, ainda nao foram terminadas - mas que elas vao sempre mudando. (...) Natureza da gente nao cabe em nenhuma certeza. | João Guimarães Rosa | ||
| 8ba1a7b | The important thing was that we were being polite and not saying all the things that were making us unhappy, which was the only way we knew how to love each other. | Ruth Ozeki | ||
| 2777822 | The other possibility was that there was no right thing to say, that the choice wasn't between right and wrong but between wrong, more wrong, and as wrong as you can get. | Richard Russo | ||
| 564ea40 | Our ex-wifes always harbour secrets about us that make them irresistable. Until, of course, we remember who we are and what we did and why we are not married anymore. | Richard Ford | ||
| f836fd2 | He said that men believe the blood of the slain to be of no consequence but that the wolf knows better. He said that the wolf is a being of great order and that it knows what men do not: that there is no order in this world save that which death has put there. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a87d7ea | He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes, he is. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| cb947a7 | Here a year or two back me and Loretta went to a conference...I got set next to this woman...she kept talkin about the right wing this and the right wing that. I aint even sure what she meant by it...She kept on, kept on. Finally told me, said: I dont like the way this country is headed. I want my granddaughter to be able to have an abortion. And I said well mam I dont think you got any worries about the way the country is headed. The way I.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 30d8b6a | If much in the world were mystery the limits of that world were not, for it was without measure or bound and there were contained within it creatures more horrible yet and men of other colors and beings which no man has looked upon and yet not alien none of it more than were their own hearts alien in them, whatever wilderness contained there and whatever beasts. | atavism race | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 4af622b | No one can tell you what your life is goin to be, can they? No. It's never like what you expected. Quijada nodded. If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them? | life | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 3ab012d | I had no say in the matter. Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing. Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this. The accounting is scrupulous. The shape is drawn. No line can be erased. I had no belief in your ability to move a coin to your bidding. How could you? A person's path through the world seldom changes and even more seldom will it change abruptly. And the shape of your path was visible from the begin.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 80bb434 | I dont believe in God. Can you understand that? Look around you man. Cant you see? The clamour and din of those in torment has to be the sound most pleasing to his ear. And I loathe these discussions. The argument of the village atheist whose single passion is to revile endlessly that which he denies the existence of in the first place. Your fellowship is a fellowship of pain and nothing more. And if that pain were actually collective inste.. | life religion salvation suicide | Cormac McCarthy |