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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 376061b | A little bird whispers in my ear: "Be fair! Nobody, no country, has a monopoly of untruth." -- | Salman Rushdie | ||
| b150008 | At the beginning of all love there is a private treaty each of the lovers make with himself or herself, an agreement to set aside what is wrong with the other for the sake of what is right. Love is spring after winter. It comes to heal life's wounds, inflicted by the unloving cold. When that warmth is born in the heart the imperfections of the beloved are as nothing, less than nothing, and the secret treaty with oneself is easy to sign. The.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| a23f41a | What had been (at the beginning) no bigger than a full stop had expanded into a comma, a word, a sentence, a paragraph, a chapter; now it was bursting into more complex developments, becoming, one might say, a book - perhaps an encylopaedia - even a whole language... | Salman Rushdie | ||
| b5ffd2a | Straight answers were beyond the powers of Rashid Khalifa, who would never take a short cut if there was a longer, twistier road available. | shortcuts | Salman Rushdie | |
| 4826ac5 | I always thought storytelling was like juggling [...] You keep a lot of different tales in the air, and juggle them up and down, and if you're good you don't drop any. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| d09ff33 | Without water we are nothing", the traveler thought. "Even an emperor, denied water, would swiftly turn to dust. Water is the real monarch and we are all its slaves." | Salman Rushdie | ||
| f713502 | Yes, they will trample me underfoot, the numbers marching one two three, four hundred million five hundred six, reducing me to specks of voiceless dust, just as, in all good time, they will trample my son who is not my son, and his son who will not be his, and his who will not be his, until the thousand and first generation, until a thousand and one midnights have bestowed their terrible gifts and a thousand and one children have died, beca.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| ff57aa2 | Don't you know girls have to fool people every day of their lives if they want to get anywhere? | trickery | Salman Rushdie | |
| cfc456b | Once you have been in an earthquake you know, even if you survive without a scratch, that like a stroke in the heart, it remains in the earth's breast, horribly potential, always promising to return, to hit you again, with an even more devastating force. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 45a38fb | We either make ourselves miserable or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| d25edaa | To be a warrior a man has to be, first of all, and rightfully so, keenly aware of his own death. But to be concerned with death would force any one of us to focus on the self and that would be debilitating. So the next thing one needs to be a warrior is detachment. The idea of imminent death, instead of becoming an obsession, becomes an indifference. Now you must detach yourself; detach yourself from everything. Only the idea of death makes.. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| 195a562 | Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England." "Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?" "Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there." "Why?" "'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he." | William Shakespeare | ||
| a7da82c | Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. | trust | William Shakespeare | |
| 1d2061b | Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. | shakespeare | William Shakespeare | |
| 337e4d3 | But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . . The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. | Shakespeare William | ||
| aa1ddac | And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, | William Shakespeare | ||
| 5e40c9e | I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 1342cd2 | Luke, holding stormtrooper helmet.] Alas, poor stormtrooper, I knew ye not,/ yet have I taken both uniform and life/ From thee. What manner of a man wert thou?/ A man of inf'nite jest or cruelty?/ A man with helpmate and with children too?/ A man who hath his Empire serv'd with pride?/ A man, perhaps, who wish'd for perfect peace?/ What'er thou wert, goodman, thy pardon grant/ Unto the one who took thy place: e'en me. | Ian Doescher | ||
| caf30d9 | Fair is foul, and foul is fair. | William Shakespeare | ||
| d70995c | Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up tine, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 90ed69d | That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 1c14d13 | It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in't. | quip | William Shakespeare | |
| 9d41e2f | These times of woe afford no time to woo. | sad to-remember | William Shakespeare | |
| 4bde8b2 | How is it that the clouds still hang on you? | William Shakespeare | ||
| 4d71102 | Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 1f26947 | I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 8b68724 | The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die | William Shakespeare | ||
| 61310fa | Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye. | love true | William Shakespeare | |
| 1edcec3 | Few love to hear the sins they love to act. | hearing sin | William Shakespeare | |
| fa43dee | His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it. | revenge threat | William Shakespeare | |
| ad98c5b | A second chance--that's the delusion. There never was to be but one. We work in the dark--we do what we can--we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art. | Henry James | ||
| 1da3930 | She envied Ralph his dying, for if one were thinking of rest that was the most perfect of all. To cease utterly, to give it all up and not know anything more - this idea was as sweet as a vision of a cool bath in a marble tank, in a darkened chamber, in a hot land. ... but Isabel recognized, as it passed before her eyes, the quick vague shadow of a long future. She should never escape; she should last to the end. | Henry James | ||
| 0ce0256 | They were dancing around the fountain, arm in arm, in an old Dutch dance, their cheeks touching, their hands entwined. They had no music; they hummed. And there was no reason for them to be dancing that Peter Lake could see, except that it was an exceptionally beautiful night. | Mark Helprin | ||
| a259c16 | I'm not afraid," Rafi said. "Why not?" "If I die tomorrow it will have been useless to have been afraid today." | Mark Helprin | ||
| c29a390 | Grief dares us to love once more. | Terry Tempest Williams | ||
| 8f3cd89 | I want to feel both the beauty and the pain of the age we are living in. I want to survive my life without becoming numb. I want to speak and comprehend word of wounding without having these words becomg the landscape where I dwell. I want to possess a light touch that can elevate darkness to the realm of stars. | Terry Tempest Williams | ||
| 52f67ed | I'm sure I'm not Ada for her hair goes in such long ringlets, and mine does'nt go in ringlets at all; and I'm sure I'm not Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she's she and I'm I, and-oh dear, how puzzling it all is! i'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is tweleve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is-oh dear! I shall never get to tewnty at that rate! However, the Multiplica.. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| a3a5afe | I quite agree with you," said the Duchess; "and the moral of that is--'Be what you would seem to be'--or, if you'd like it put more simply--'Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise." | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 671c6c5 | You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret: All the best people are. | lewis-carroll | Lewis Carroll | |
| 139019d | And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry, And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, "The rest next time--" "It is next time!" The Happy voice cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland" | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 8aac31e | This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got up in great disgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and neither of the others took the least notice of her going, though she looked back once or twice, half hoping that they would call after her: the last time she saw them, they were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot. At any rate I'll never go THERE again!' said Alice as she picked her way through .. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 412ceb7 | The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, | Lewis Carroll | ||
| de053ae | I wonder if the snow the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 2023a48 | Art like life is an open secret. | life | Lawrence Durrell |