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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 742b059 | If Mitchell was ever going to become a good Christian, he would have to stop disliking people so intensely. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 9789f20 | When you stood between somebody you loved and death, it was hard to be awake and it was hard to sleep. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| e231c9a | She wasn't all that interested, as a reader, in the reader. She was still partial to that increasingly eclipsed entity: the writer. Madeleine had a feeling that most semiotic theorists had been unpopular as children, often bullied or overlooked, and so had directed their lingering rage onto literature. They wanted to demote the author. They wanted a book, that hard-won, transcendent thing, to be a text, contingent, indeterminate, and open f.. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 1eb1ded | A fool is 'happy' when his cravings are satisfied. A warrior is happy without reason. That's what makes happiness the ultimate discipline | Dan Millman | ||
| ee4cdf3 | Your business is not to 'get somewhere' -- it is to be here. | Dan Millman | ||
| 65a8c2e | But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky. | Truman Capote | ||
| 8f18bb7 | Lively, too. Talky as a jaybird. With something smart to say on every subject: better than the radio. | Truman Capote | ||
| afbce8c | She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real beauty, if only because it contains paradox. | paradox ugliness | Truman Capote | |
| acddaca | My, how foolish I am! You know what I've always thought? I've always thought a body would have to be sick and dying before they saw the Lord. And I imagined that when He came it would be like looking at the Baptist window: pretty as colored glass with the sun pouring through, such a shine you don't know it's getting dark. And it's been a comfort: to think of that shine taking away all the spooky feeling. But I'll wager it never happens. I'l.. | Truman Capote | ||
| f8089df | But I know what I like.' She smiled, and et the cat drop to the floor. 'It's like Tiffany's,'she said. 'Not that I give a hoot about jewellery. Diamonds, yes. But it's tacky to wear diamonds before you're forty; and even that's risky. | Truman Capote | ||
| 04b6990 | Those fellows, they're always crying over killers. Never a thought for the victims. | Truman Capote | ||
| 950f396 | This is how great intellectual breakthroughs usually happen in practice. It is rarely the isolated genius having a eureka moment alone in the lab. Nor is it merely a question of building on precedent, of standing on the shoulders of giants, in Newton's famous phrase. Great breakthroughs are closer to what happens in a flood plain: a dozen separate tributaries converge, and the rising waters lift the genius high enough that he or she can see.. | Steven Johnson | ||
| d22ee35 | No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity | Edith Wharton | ||
| 28bb1c4 | Then stay with me a little longer,' Madame Olenska said in a low tone, just touching his knee with her plumed fan. It was the lightest touch, but it thrilled him like a caress. | love sensuality | Edith Wharton | |
| 8bb9327 | Would you like to see the menu?" he said, "or would you like meet the Dish of the Day?" ... "Good evening," it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, "I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in parts of my body?" | Douglas Adams | ||
| 9899310 | He sniggered. He didn't like to think of himself as the sort of person who giggled or sniggered, but he had to admit that he had been giggling and sniggering almost continuously for well over half an hour now. | humor laugh | Douglas Adams | |
| cc41edb | The mere thought hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind. | Douglas Adams | ||
| 6e38b58 | You're so unhip, it's a wonder your bum doesn't fall off. | Douglas Adams | ||
| bce11bd | I vaguely remember my schooldays. They were what was going on in the background while I was trying to listen to the Beatles. | Douglas Adams | ||
| 81c34c8 | Marvin trudged on down the corridor, still moaning. "...and then of course I've got this terrible pain in all the diodes down my left hand side..." "No?" said Arthur grimly as he walked along beside him. "Really?" "Oh yes," said Marvin, "I mean I've asked for them to be replaced but no one ever listens." "I can imagine." | h2g2 hitchhikers-guide-to-the-galaxy marvin | Douglas Adams | |
| b8f4559 | It was one of those pictures that children are supposed to like but don't. Full of endearing little animals doing endearing things, you know? | Douglas Adams | ||
| def4072 | In the past the whales had been able to sing to each other across whole oceans, even from one ocean to another because sound travels such huge distances underwater. But now, again because of the way in which sound travels, there is no part of the ocean that is not constantly jangling with the hubbub of ships' motors, through which it is now virtually impossible for the whales to hear each other's songs or messages. So fucking what, is prett.. | Douglas Adams | ||
| 74427f6 | I had a mind to make a body of more or less connected legend, ranging from the large and cosmogonic, to the level of romantic fairy-story - the larger founded on the lesser in contact with the earth, the lesser drawing splendour from the vast backcloths - which I could dedicate simply to: to England; to my country. ... I would draw some of the great tales in fullness, and leave many only placed in the scheme, and sketched. The cycles should.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| e8766b7 | Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 68d150a | Few can foresee whither their road will lead them, till they come to its end. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 834a85c | It is a lovely language,but it takes a very long time to say anything in it,unless it is worth taking a long time to say,and to listen to. -Treebeard/Fangorn | towers treebeard two | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| dc07a74 | Then Aragorn stooped and looked in her face, and it was indeed white as a lily, cold as frost, and hard as graven stone. But he bent and kissed her on the brow, and called her softly, saying: 'Eowyn Eomund's daughter, awake! For your enemy has passed away! | Éowyn j-r-r-tolkien the-lord-of-the-rings the-return-of-the-king | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 040c2d0 | Hobbits!' he thought. 'Well, what next? I have heard of strange doings in this land, but I have seldom heard of a hobbit sleeping out of doors under a tree. Three of them! There's something mighty queer behind this.' He was quite right, but he never found out any more about it. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 905dd57 | Things are drawing towards the end now, unless I am mistaken. There is an unpleasant time just in front of you; but keep your heart up! | unpleasant | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 69196a9 | It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door," he used to say. "You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to. Do you realize that this is the very path that goes through Mirkwood, and that if you let it, it might take you to the Lonely Mountain or even further and to worse places?" -- | frodo the-lord-of-the-rings | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 44ed744 | All the money anyone needs is just enough to prevent one from being a burden on others. | David McCullough | ||
| f477eb6 | Wonderfullest things are ever the unmentionable; deep memories yield no epitaphs | Herman Melville | ||
| 28fd64c | We cannibals must help these Christians. | Herman Melville | ||
| 3136655 | w'n lSyd ldh~ l yrtH 'bda. lSyd ldh~ l wTn lh. wlt~ 'qSdh m tzl tTyr 'mm~; w'n s'tb`h, m` 'nh qdtn~ l~ mwr ljbl, | Herman Melville | ||
| bc6a21f | Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian. | Herman Melville | ||
| 3d82ae4 | It is a lie to write in such way as to be rewarded by fame offered you by some snobbish quasi-literary groups in the intellectual gazettes. | writing | Ray Bradbury | |
| 88b72b3 | But remember that the Captain belongs to the most dangerous enemy to truth and freedom, the solid unmoving cattle of the majority | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 06b1c1b | Diado mi kazvashe, che vseki triabva da ostavi neshcho sled sebe si, kogato umre. Dete ili kniga, ili kartina, ili k'shcha, ili stena, koiato e postroil, ili chift obuvki, koito e izrabotil. Ili p'k gradina, koiato e posadil. Neshcho, do koeto r'kata ti se e dokosnala po tak'v nachin, che da ima k'de da otide dushata ti, kogato umresh. I kogato khorata poglednat d'rvoto ili tsveteto, koeto si posadil, shche te vidiat v tiakh. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| c608ccb | When I was a boy in the midwest I used to go out and look at the stars at night and wonder about them. I guess every boy does that. When I wasn't looking at the stars, I was running in the my old or my brand-new tennis shoes, on my way to swing in a tree, swim in a lake, or delve in the town library to read about dinosaurs or time machines. I guess every boy has done that, too. This is a book about those stars and those tennis shoes. Mainly.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 9806f7d | He says I'm a regular onion! I keep him busy peeling away the layers. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 42d148b | We stood up and bade each other farewell, but love and despair stood between us like two ghosts, one stretching his wings with his fingers over our throats, one weeping and the other laughing hideously. As I took Selma's hand and put it to my lips, she came close to me and placed a kiss on my forehead, then dropped on the wooden bench. She shut her eyes and whispered softly, "Oh, Lord God, have mercy on me and mend my broken wings!" | Kahlil Gibran | ||
| 1cd0444 | nk ltu`Ty lqlyl Hyn tu`Ty mmW tmlk, fdh '`Tyta mn dhtk '`Tyta Hqan. | Kahlil Gibran | ||
| 768931d | Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth y.. | joy sorrow | Kahlil Gibran | |
| 0c754eb | Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive. | give giving receive receiving | Kahlil Gibran |