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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 423d716 | I imagine how cool it would be if all small talk wasn't lies. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| df6a989 | In the space between yes and no, there is a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; it's the legroom for the lies you will tell yourself in the future. | future past leave-behind yes path no decisions | Jodi Picoult | |
| da43b97 | You can't be real," Delilah murmurs. "Says who?" I ask. "Did you really think that a story exists only when you're reading it?" | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 0cadcfd | The apple . . . came before Adam and Eve in the story of creation. It had to have been there at least three years because that's how long it takes for a new tree to bear fruit. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 97789a5 | Love is not an equation... It is not a contract, and it's not a happy ending. It is the slate under the chalk and the ground buildings rise from and the oxygen in the air. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| e35bac5 | You're unwilling to go out on a limb because it just might break underneath you. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| c845dd7 | Wheather it is conscious or not, you eventually make the decision to divide your life in half - before and after - with loss being that tight bubble in the middle. You can move around in spite of it; you can laugh and smile and carry on with your life, but all it takes is one slow range of motion, a doubling over, to be fully aware of the empty space at your center. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 4e3aa38 | Change isn't always for the worst; the shell that forms around a piece of sand looks to some people like an irritation., and to others, like a pearl. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 831d067 | You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them. | love like | Jodi Picoult | |
| 935081e | You say you don't see color...but that's all you see. You're so hyperaware of it, and of trying to look like you aren't prejudiced, you can't even understand that when you say race doesn't matter all I hear is you dismissing what I've felt, what I've lived, what it's like to be put down because of the color of my skin. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 00c6ba5 | True love can break the most powerful curse | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 322253f | People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love. --NELSON MANDELA, LONG WALK TO FREEDOM | Jodi Picoult | ||
| d8b7bf6 | You don't look at another person's plate to see if they have more than you. You look to see if they have enough. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| a6dba19 | I canna look at ye asleep without wanting to wake ye, Sassenach." His hand cupped my breast, gently now. "I suppose I find myself lonely without ye." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d3bb11b | You are beautiful," he whispered to me. "If you say so." "Do ye not believe me? Have I ever lied to you?" "That's not what I mean. I mean--if you say it, then it's true. You make it true." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 92eb0c7 | I thought I could make out Jamie's Highland screech, but that was likely imagination; they all sounded equally demented. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c956a42 | Some enterprising rabbit had dug its way under the stakes of my garden again. One voracious rabbit could eat a cabbage down to the roots, and from the looks of things, he'd brought friends. I sighed and squatted to repair the damage, packing rocks and earth back into the hole. The loss of Ian was a constant ache; at such moments as this, I missed his horrible dog as well. I had brought a large collection of cuttings and seeds from River Run.. | nature humor jamie-fraser outlander | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 393593c | You cannot save the world, but you might save the man in front of you, if you work fast enough. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2284f4a | You could tell from the books whether a library was meant for show or not. Books that were used had an open, interested feel to them, even if closed and neatly lined up on a shelf in strict order with their fellows. You felt as though the book took as much interest in you as you did in it and was willing to help when you reached for it. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 242423f | It is because so much happens. Too much happens. That's it. Man performs, engenders, so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything. That's it. That's what is so terrible. That he can bear anything, anything. | William Faulkner | ||
| 63e192b | I believe in God, God. God, I believe in God. | William Faulkner | ||
| f5bc656 | When something is new and hard and bright, there ought to be something a little better for it than just being safe, since the safe things are just the things that folks have been doing so long they have worn the edges off and there's nothing to the doing of them that leaves a man to say, That was not done before and it cannot be done again. | William Faulkner | ||
| 039d38e | I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help a man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and s.. | William Faulkner | ||
| 5f6b847 | Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it. | James Joyce | ||
| 095ebe1 | How do you make a book that anyone will read out of lives as quiet as these? Where are the things that novelists seize upon and readers expect? Where is the high life, the conspicuous waste, the violence, the kinky sex, the death wish? Where are the suburban infidelities, the promiscuities, the convulsive divorces, the alcohol, the drugs, the lost weekends? Where are the hatreds, the political ambitions, the lust for power? Where are speed,.. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| b6e8072 | You mean you live down here?' Matilda asked. 'I do', Miss Honey replied, but she said no more. Matilda had never once stopped to think about where Miss Honey might be living. She had always regarded her purely as a teacher, a person who turned up out of nowhere and taught at school and then went away again. | teaching | Roald Dahl | |
| a5a25ba | I was observing her closely as I talked, and after a while I began to get the impression that she was not, in fact, quite so merry and smiling a girl as I had been led to believe at first. She seemed to be coiled in herself, as though with a secret she was jealously guarding. The deep-blue eyes moved too quickly about the room, never settling or resting on one thing for more than a moment; and over all her face, though so faint that they mi.. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 33c0f34 | We must hurry!' said Mr. Wonka. 'We have so much time and so little to do! No! Wait! Strike that! Reverse it! | Roald Dahl | ||
| 5eae11c | I needed to know that there was such a thing as love and that it brought smiles and joy in its wake. | joy love smiles | Elie Wiesel | |
| 26e8d3c | It would be ten years before they saw each other again, and their meeting would be thick with birds. | Toni Morrison | ||
| d9246eb | Sifting daylight dissolves the memory, turns it into dust motes floating in light. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 605e44f | I laughed but before I could agree with the hairdressers that she was crazy, she said, 'What's the world for if you can't make it up the way you want it?' " 'The way I want it?' " 'Yeah. The way you want it. Don't you want it to be something more than what it is?' " 'What'st eh point? I can't change it.' " 'That's the point. If you don't, it will change you and it'll be your fault cause you let it. I let it. And messed up my life.' " 'Mess .. | toni-morrison | Toni Morrison | |
| 18f67f2 | You are free, you just don't know it" ~Michael to Sarah" -- | Francine Rivers | ||
| 3ee1c6e | Julia looked back at Hadassah on the bloodstained sand. A great emptiness opened within her as she looked at the still form. Gone, too, was the salt that had kept her from completely corruption. | Francine Rivers | ||
| e3ffc94 | Because, for some of us, one mile can be farther to walk than thirty. | Francine Rivers | ||
| 6112281 | It would not be practical for her to hate herself. Luckily, God sends a substitute, a husband. | Saul Bellow | ||
| 27949db | But privately when things got very bad I often looked into books to see whether I could find some helpful words, and one day I read, "The forgiveness of sins is perpetual and righteousness first is not required." This impressed me so deeply that I went around saying it to myself. But then I forgot which book it was." | Saul Bellow | ||
| 5316d4e | Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| f68f185 | to learn that money makes life smooth in some ways, and to feel how tight and threadbare life is if you have too little. * to despise money, which is a farce, mere paper, and to hate what you have to do for it, and yet to long to have it in order to be free from slaving for it. * to yearn toward art, music, ballet and good books, and get them only in tantalizing snatches. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 2adeac4 | I hadn't, at the last moment, felt like washing off the two diagonal lines of dried blood that marked my cheeks. They seemed touching, and rather spectacular, and I thought I would carry them around with me, like the relic of a dead lover, till they wore off of their own accord. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 78c3685 | The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 657f92a | So I am led to one or two choices! Can I write? Will I write if I practice enough? How much should I sacrifice to writing anyway, before I find out if I'm any good? Above all, CAN A SELFISH, EGOCENTRIC, JEALOUS, AND UNIMAGINATIVE FEMALE WRITE A DAMN THING WORTHWHILE? Should I sublimate (my how we throw words around!) my selfishness in serving other people- through social or other such work? Would I then become more sensitive to other people.. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| ea05192 | 'n t`ys@ lny l 'fhm myqwl qlby | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| ca38b3f | After all, isn't the purpose of the novel, or of a museum, for that matter, to relate our memories with such sincerity as to transform individual happiness into a happiness all can share? | memories museums novels sincerity | Orhan Pamuk |