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| 0f6fb15 | We've got time," Jared says again. An abrupt panic, like a warning premonition, makes it impossible for me to speak for a moment. He watches the change on my face with worried eyes. "You don't know that." The despair that softened when he found me strikes like the lash of a whip. "You can't know how much time we'll have. You don't know if we should be counting in months or days or hours." He laughs a warm laugh, touching his lips to the ten.. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 8ddf583 | How could you fall in love with a three inch worm? | humor romance | Stephenie Meyer | |
| d25ae66 | Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| fcb956a | And Edward was staring at me curiously, that same, familiar edge of frustation even more distinct now in his black eyes. I stared back, surprised, expecting him to look quickly away. But instead he continued to gaze with probing intensity into my eyes. There was no question of me looking away. My hands started to shake. "Mr. Cullen?" the teacher called, seeking the answer to a question that I haden't heard. "The Krebs Circle," Edward answer.. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| ee09fa0 | How did anyone survive this world, with these bodies whose memories wouldn't stay in the past where they should? With the emotions that were so strond I couldn't tell what I felt anymore? | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 017ec4b | But it's possible to love more than one person at a time, Bella. I've seen it in action. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| f582602 | Sometimes, kismet happens. | kismet love new-moon | stephenie meyer | |
| 2345aea | I tensed for the spring, my eyes squinting as I cringed away, and the sound of Edward's furious roar echoed distantly in the back of my head. His name burst through all the walls I'd built to contain it. Edward, Edward, Edward. I was going to die. It shouldn't matter if I thought of him now. Edward, I love you. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| ae8839c | What is a valid reason for someone to love someone else? Since apparently I'm doing it wrong. | twilight | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 3a3a14c | NONE OF THIS NONSENSE, PLEASE | nonsense | Patricia C. Wrede | |
| 4ab01f4 | There is a fullness of time for things. You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet. When to let things take their course. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| b9cbe45 | The words were unexpected, but so incisively true. So much of prayer is like that - an encounter with a truth that has sunk to the bottom of the heart, that wants to be found, wants to be spoken, wants to be elevated into the realm of sacredness. | meditation prayer | sue monk kidd | |
| f088d62 | It takes a bee 10,000,000 trips to collect enough nectar to make 1 pound of honey. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 24958dc | You don't have to place your hand on Mary's heart to get strength and consolation and rescue, and all the other things we need to get through life. You can place it right here on your own heart. Your own heart. | spiritual | Sue Monk Kidd | |
| 49fdb25 | Live and invent. I have tried. I must have tried. Invent. It is not the word. Neither is to live. No matter. I have tried. [...] I say living without knowing what it is. I tried to live without knowing what I was trying. Perhaps I have lived afterall, without knowing. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 93ad028 | My anger subsides, I'd like to pee. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 7feb2e4 | But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 456f42c | hdh lnw` mn l'Gr l 'rydh lan . n Hjty ljml lHy@ qd ntht . wstTy` 'n 'mwt lywm dh rGbt bmjrd mjhwd SGyr . | Samuel Beckett | ||
| c1aa85a | From the meanest creature one departs wiser, richer, more conscious of one's blessings. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| ea66ef1 | How is it that of the four Evangelists only one speaks of a thief being save. The four of them were there-or therabouts-and only one speaks of a thief being saved. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| a2a3752 | lkn fkr fkr , nt `l~ l'rD wl`lj ldhlk | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 47303c6 | HAMM: Scoundrel! Why did you engender me? NAGG: I didn't know. HAMM: What? What didn't you know? NAGG: That it'd be you. (Pause.) | beckett existentialism | Samuel Beckett | |
| 9d21bb9 | The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. It is true the population has increased. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 88d171d | Vladimir: What do we do now? Estragon: Wait. Vladimir: Yes, but while waiting. Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection. Estragon: (highly excited). An erection! Vladimir: With all that follows. Where it falls mandrakes grow. That's why they shriek when you pull them up. Did you not know that? Estragon: Let's hang ourselves immediately! | Samuel Beckett | ||
| cad6fad | Do you believe in the life to come? Mine was always that. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 963eee0 | Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you. | krapp life misery play | Samuel Beckett | |
| 1fa7c18 | Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. I can't be punished any more. I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me. Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I'll lean on the table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle me. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 3b0d443 | That is what I find so wonderful, that not a day goes by....hardly a day, without some addition to one's knowledge however trifling, the addition I mean, provided one takes the pains. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 4106298 | All I know is that the hours are long... and constrain us to beguile them with proceedings which ... may at first sight seem reasonable, until they become a habit. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 13fd160 | mdh `ly 'n 'f`l? 'rqb lnfdhh ,'Tlq l`nn lalmy , l`jzy,'GS,wsqT,'nhD,w'GS, w'ftrD ,w'nkr, 'w'kd w'Grq .'Gdr nfsy bsrwr 'ql . | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 03e6516 | kn yjb 'n 'qwl dhlk mndh zmn ,ny 'ktb `n dhty blqlm nfsh wfy lkrs@ `ynh, wlkn lm '`d 'n f'n shkhS akhr bd' lltw Hyth ! | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 9d39af0 | ESTRAGON: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? VLADIMIR: (impatiently). Yes, yes, we're magicians. But let us persevere in what we have resolved, before we forget. | english-theatre modernism samuel-beckett tragicomedy waiting-for-godot | Samuel Beckett | |
| f0c63ed | I could die today, if I wished, merely by making a little effort, if I could wish, if I could make an effort. But it is just as well to let myself die, quietly, without rushing things. Something must have changed. I will not weigh upon the balance any more, one way or the other. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 20a49e7 | It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution. | existentialism philosophy | Samuel Beckett | |
| 05fbea2 | Few humans see fairies or hear their music, but many find fairy rings of dark grass, scattered with toadstools, left by their dancing feet. | fiction humor | Judy Allen | |
| 87b9fbb | No, no- the sky will grow dark, cold rain will fall and all trace of the right way will be blotted out. You will be all alone. And still you will have to go on. There will be ghosts in the dark and voices in the air, disgusting prophecies coming true I wouldn't wonder and absent faces present on every side, as the man said. And still you will have to go on. The last bridge will fall behind you and the last lights will go out, followed by th.. | perseverance | Richard Adams | |
| a2b5c59 | El me destrozo el corazon. Tu destrozaste mi vida. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 487a0e6 | in a sense, all poetry is positional: to try to express one's position in regard to the universe embraced by consciousness, is an immemorial urge. The arms of consciousness reach out and grope, and the longer they are the better. Tentacles, not wings, are Apollo's natural members. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| b1e10db | I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t'aimais, je t'aimais! | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| c380717 | Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| ec81561 | These little things make all the great difference. When they are gone you must fall back upon your own innate strength, upon your own capacity for faithfulness. Of course you may be too much of a fool to go wrong--too dull even to know you are being assaulted by the powers of darkness. I take it no fool ever made a bargain for his soul with the devil. The fool is too much of a fool or the devil too much of a devil--I don't know which. Or yo.. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| f8460d5 | Haley and I would talk for hours about which member of 'N Sync we'd want to marry. After long deliberation, the answer was always J. C. Chasez. Joey Fatone's last name was going to be "Fat One" no matter how great he was, and even though they didn't know at their age that Lance Bass was gay outright, they sensed he'd make a better good friend and confidante. As for Justin Timberlake, well, JT was the coolest and hottest, but too flashy, so .. | humor ideal-man jc-chasez jt life n-sync | Mindy Kaling | |
| c410508 | Depending upon one another's hearts, ye had still hoped that virtue were not all a dream. Now are ye undeceived. Evil is the nature of mankind. | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 23a79c8 | Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years. | D.H. Lawrence |