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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| be583e2 | I doubt if I have made the best use of all my calamities. Soft, amiable natures they would have refined to saintliness; of strong, evil spirits they would have made demons; as for me, I have only been a woe-struck and selfish woman. | miss-marchmont selfish suffering villette | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 85a7aaa | Well had Solomon said,'Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 8c33494 | You had no right to be born; for you make no use of life. Instead of living for, in, and with yourself, as a reasonable being ought, you seek only to fasten your feebleness on some other person's strength. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 39c3150 | You know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections: There is nothing like it in this world. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 39e2096 | it is madness in al women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it; and, if discovered and responded to, must lead into miry wilds whence there is no extrication. | pride women-s-strength | Charlotte Brontë | |
| cc42f29 | Yes, life was very sweet and cosy with Scarlett - as long as she had her own way | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 2aedecf | Somehow the bright beauty had gone from April afternoon and from her heart as well and the sad sweetness of remembering was as bitter as gall. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| b763901 | We bow to the inevitable. We're not wheat, we're buckwheat! When a storm comes along it flattens ripe wheat because it's dry and can't bend with the wind. But ripe buckwheat's got sap in it and it bends. And when the wind has passed, it springs up almost as straight and strong as before. We aren't a stiff-necked tribe. We're mighty limber when a hard wind's blowing, because we know it pays to be limber. When trouble comes we bow to the inev.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 998e8b7 | When I first met you, I thought: There is a girl in a million. She isn't like these other silly little fools who believe everything their mammas tell them and act on it, no matter how they feel. And conceal all their feelings and desires and little heartbreaks behind a lot of sweet words. I thought: Miss O'Hara is a girl of rare spirit. She knows what she wants and she doesn't mind speaking her mind-or throwing vases. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 7a31130 | What is more important to a library than anything else -- than everything else -- is the fact that it exists. | knowledge libraries reading | Archibald MacLeish | |
| 8363bec | mn lmryH llt`s 'n ykwn lhm fy lt`s@ shrk | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 433727c | Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, 'cause "the West is the best." And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and.. | Jon Krakauer | ||
| 86fa2e2 | I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty one. They are so full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. | young-love | Daphne du Maurier | |
| 176544f | Daring to think that the rules do not apply is the mark of a visionary. It's also a symptom of narcissism. -- | Ariel Levy | ||
| 748dd81 | This journey... it's long". He says this as if he's felt all 250 years of travel." | Beth Revis | ||
| 61d10db | You never know all of a person; you only know them in a specific moment of time. | Beth Revis | ||
| 0c6f5f7 | Mandorallen turned to Barak. "If it please thee, my Lord," he requested politely, "deliver my challenge as soon as they approach us." Barak shrugged. "It's your skin," he noted. He eyed the advancing knights and then lifted his voice in a great roar. "Sir Madorallen, Baron of Vo Mandor, desires entertainment," he declaimed. "It would amuse him if each of your parties would select a champion to joust with him. If, however, you are all such .. | David Eddings | ||
| 9e61778 | Someday you'll have to show me how you did that," Asharak was saying. "I found the experience interesting. My horse had hysterics, however." "My apologies to your horse." | wolf | David Eddings | |
| f74afd5 | I could insist that somebody take me to her so I can obey her orders." "I think you might choke on that one, Zakath," Silk said lightly. "Obey is a difficult concept for someone in your position." "He's an irritating little fellow, isn't he?" Zakath said to Garion. "I've noticed." "Why, your Majesties," Velvet said, all wide-eyed innocence, "what a thing to suggest." "Well, isn't he?" Zakath said pointedly. "Of course, but it's not nice to .. | David Eddings | ||
| c30c05b | White America" is a syndicate arrayed to protect its exclusive power to dominate and control our bodies. Sometimes this power is direct (lynching), and sometimes it is insidious (redlining). But however it appears, the power of domination and exclusion is central to the belief in being white, and without it, "white people" would cease to exist for want of reasons." | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| f049817 | It struck me that perhaps the defining feature of being drafted into the black race was the inescapable robbery of time, because the moments we spent readying the mask, or readying ourselves to accept half as much, could not be recovered. The robbery of time is not measured in lifespans but in moments. It is the last bottle of wine that you have just uncorked but do not have time to drink. It is the kiss that you do not have time to share, .. | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| 3d86bff | Fingers interlocked like a beautiful accordion of flesh or a zipper of prayer | Sarah Kay | ||
| f52cf82 | ndm ykwn lmr DHy@ 'yW nw` mn lt`sf ; ymkn 'n yf`l 'Hd 'mryn, ymknh t`lWm kyfyW@ tHwyl l'lm l~ Gy@ wHdth frq fy l`lm, 'w ymknh lsmH lh bkhmd lnwr fy dkhlh | Jodee Blanco | ||
| 0c29bf4 | We shall take a star out of the skies and shall set thousands of worlds on fire... | fire on revolution science stars world | Cordwainer Smith | |
| 0b94b24 | At first, all is black and white. Black on white. That's where I'm walking, through pages. These pages. Sometimes it gets so that I have one foot in the pages and the words, and the other in what they speak of. | pages speak words | Markus Zusak | |
| 5c15018 | All told, she owned fourteen books, but she saw her story as being made up predominantly of ten of them. Of those ten, six were stolen, one showed up at the kitchen table, two were made for her by a hidden Jew, and one was delivered by a soft, yellow-dressed afternoon. | books yellow | Markus Zusak | |
| dbbc549 | I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 1ea520d | Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. | pg-36 trust | Markus Zusak | |
| 59ab5ea | There were not many people who could say that their education had been paid for with cigarettes. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 0f83b89 | Love, to her, was something hat comes suddenly, like a blinding flash of lightening - a heaven-sent storm hurled into life, uprooting it, sweeping every will before it like a leaf, engulfing all feelings. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| a0c12e8 | We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by. | self-image | George Eliot | |
| 385dfb8 | There were intervals in which she could sit perfectly still, enjoying the outer stillness and the subdued light. The red fire with its gently audible movement seemed like a solemn existence calmly independent of the petty passions, the imbecile desires, the straining after worthless uncertainties, which were daily moving her contempt. Mary was fond of her own thoughts, and could amuse herself well sitting in the twilight with her hands in h.. | George Eliot | ||
| 4f4e0ef | Power of generalizing gives men so much the superiority in mistake over the dumb animals. | simplicity | George Eliot | |
| 8832d7a | Self-consciousness of the manner is the expensive substitute for simplicity. | materialism vanity | George Eliot | |
| fc8f3d9 | All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation. | George Eliot | ||
| c070f34 | And Dorothea..she had no dreams of being praised above other women. | George Eliot | ||
| a377c30 | The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate account of it. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 246a37d | so that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again... | breath heartbeat ocean soul waves | Virginia Woolf | |
| de77be6 | For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying--what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must simply say what one felt. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 1fc31ce | I ride rough waters, and shall sink with no one to save me. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 04f56c0 | For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable; suddenly she shoots to the surface and sports on the wind-wrinkled waves; that is, has a positive need to brush, scrape, kindle herself, gossiping. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 422af44 | I am I: and I must follow that furrow, not copy another. That is the only justification for my writing, living. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| d0ecf42 | I told you in the course of this paper that Shakespeare had a sister; but do not look for her in 's of the poet. She died young--alas, she never wrote a word. She lies buried where the omnibuses now stop, opposite the Elephant and Castle. Now my belief is that this poet who never wrote a word and was buried at the crossroads still lives. She lives in you and in me, and in many other women who are not here tonight, for they are washing up.. | dignity dreams empowerment equality feminism fiction gender opportunities poetry self-determination social-norms women women-writers | Virginia Woolf | |
| ed2b7c5 | Virginia Woolf helps. Her novels make mine possible. | Sylvia Plath |