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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4b91c31 | The baron reminds me of someone, but I can't quite put my finger on who it is," Ramsey remarked. "I swear my own father never talked to me the way Gillian's uncle just did." "Your father died before you were old enough to know him." "It was humiliating, damn it. He sure as certain wasn't what I expected. The way Gillian talked about him, I pictured a mild-mannered gentleman. She thinks he's... gentle. Is the woman blind? How in God's name c.. | Julie Garwood | ||
| e97d405 | Madelyne, we're married now. 'Tis a usual occurrence to bed one's wife on the wedding night. | humor julie-garwood romance | Julie Garwood | |
| 65109a3 | I don't like seeing you cry. You will stop." I'll give you a promise," he said gruffly. "And then you will cease your worrying." You will have confidence in my ability to protect you," he ordered. You will have faith in me. I command it." | Julie Garwood | ||
| b4b6baf | There were many good years. Good decades, good centuries. We believed we were living in paradise. Perhaps that was our downfall. We wanted our lives to be perfect, so we ignored imperfections. Problems were magnified through inattention and war might have become inevitable if the Bore hadn't ever made. | Robert Jordan Brandon Sanderson | ||
| 7845bb8 | He was a soldier. He was a shepherd. He was a beggar, and a king. He was a farmer, gleeman, sailor, carpenter. He was born, lived, and died Aiel. He died mad, he died rotting, he died of sickness, accident, age. He was executed, and multitudes cheered his death. He proclaimed himself the Dragon Reborn and flung his banner across the sky; he ran from the Power and hid; he lived and died never knowing. He held off the madness and the sickness.. | Robert Jordan | ||
| 2f42011 | Does it make you brave to stick your hand in a bear's mouth? Would you do it again just because you didn't die? | death fantasy-fiction medieval | Robert Jordan | |
| d4c0042 | I wonder if," Nynaeve said, "we sometimes put the White Tower --as an institution-- before the people we serve. I wonder if we let it become a goal in itself, instead of a means to help us achieve greater goals." "Devotion is important, Nynaeve. The White Tower protects and guides the world." "And yet, so many of us do it without families," Nynaeve said. "Without love, without passion beyond our own particular interests. So even while we tr.. | Robert Jordan | ||
| 6cf4504 | If you ask the lion to protect from from wolves, you have only chosen to end in one belly instead of another. | Robert Jordan | ||
| 15518a2 | Very often (nearly always, I'm afraid) when I come to church my feelings are uppermost in my mind. This is natural. We are human, we are "selves," and it takes no effort at all to feel. But worship is not feeling. Worship is not an experience. Worship is an act, and this takes discipline. We are to worship "in spirit and in truth." Never mind about the feelings. We are to worship in spite of them. Finding myself scattered in all directions .. | Elisabeth Elliot | ||
| 096e6ac | You can never lose what you have offered to Christ. | Elisabeth Elliot | ||
| 0b03fad | That's what the leadership was teaching me, day by day: that the self-interest I was supposed to be looking for extended well beyond the immediacy of issues, that beneath the small talk and sketchy biographies and received opinions, people carried with them some central explanation of themselves. Stories full of terror and wonder, studded with events that still haunted or inspired them. Sacred stories. | Barack Obama | ||
| 13da701 | You little fool. You thought you could defeat the most powerful being on Earth. | Walt Disney Company | ||
| 763ce81 | Every room I've lived in since I was given my own room at eleven was lined with, and usually overfull of, books. My employment in bookstores was always continuous with my private hours: shelving and alphabetizing, building shelves, and browsing-- in my collection and others-- in order to understand a small amount about the widest possible number of books. Such numbers of books are constantly acquired that constant culling is necessary; if I.. | Jonathan Lethem | ||
| 11def52 | Braininess is not attractive unless combined with some signs of elegance; class. | beauty brain class elegance | Alice Munro | |
| 736c3b6 | Hatred is always a sin, my mother told me. Remember that. One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discolor everything like a drop of black ink in white milk. I was struck by that and meant to try it, but knew I shouldn't waste the milk. | Alice Munro | ||
| 194fa9f | There would never be any room in her for anything else. No room for anything but the realization of what she had done. | Alice Munro | ||
| eb75863 | an infinitely blank book and the rest of time. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 3ace4bb | Then I have some bad news for you, because humans are going to destroy each other as soon as it becomes easy enough to, which will be very soon. | jofer | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| 860d75c | I don't mind if smiles come at my expense, I'm a small price to pay. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 46e57f0 | She avoids mirrors, and lifts a powerful telescope to find herself. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 3bd05a3 | Young friends, whose string-and-tin-can phone extended from island to island, had to pay out more and more string, as if letting kites go higher and higher. They had more and more to tell each other, and less and less string. The boy asked the girl to say "I love you" into her can, giving her no further explanation. And she didn't ask for any, or say "That's silly," or "We're too young for love," or even suggest that she was saying "I love .. | love sweet | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| f5bbf7c | The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 92c2d18 | In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that? | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 063ad90 | The next morning I told Mom I couldn't go to school again. She asked what was wrong. I told her, "The same thing that's always wrong." "You're sick?" "I'm sad." "About Dad?" "About everything." She sat down on the bed next to me, even though I knew she was in a hurry. "What's everything?" I started counting on my fingers: "The meat and dairy products in our refrigerator, fistfights, car accidents, Larry-" "Who's Larry?" "The homeless guy in.. | depression heavy-boots jonathan-safran-foer sadness | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| 97ca12e | There's a Hasidic proverb: 'While we pursue happiness, we flee from contentment.'" Jacob" | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 9bf3cb6 | And I don't know what difference it made, this sudden flash. It wasn't like I wanted to, you know, grab life in a passionate embrace and vow never to let it go until it let go of me. In a way, it makes things worse, not better. Once you stop pretending that everything's shitty and you can't wait to get out of it, which is the story I'd been telling myself for a while, then it gets more painful, not less. Telling yourself life is shit is lik.. | Nick Hornby | ||
| bbde65b | How could I do it, how could a person go that low? And I understand your question, to which I reply, Are you kidding? That's nothing. I'd been much lower than that. And I expected to see myself do worse. | Denis Johnson | ||
| cf44f73 | It was only when you left it alone that a tree might treat you as a friend. After the blade bit in, you had yourself a war. | Denis Johnson | ||
| ca0e944 | There's so much goop inside of us, man," he said, "and it all just wants to get out." | Denis Johnson | ||
| 3a55609 | At the back of my mind I had a sense of us sitting about waiting for some terrible event, and then I would remember that it had already happened. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 8c8aed4 | But to do its noticing and judging, poetry balances itself on the pinprick of the moment. Slowing down, stopping yourself completely, to read and understand a poem is like trying to acquire an old-fashioned skill.... | Ian McEwan | ||
| b443ad2 | In a language as idiomatically stressed as English, opportunities for misreadings are bound to arise. By a mere backward movement of stress, a verb can become a noun, an act a thing. To refuse, to insist on saying no to what you believe is wrong, becomes at a stroke refuse, an insurmountable pile of garbage. | language misreading misunderstanding | Ian McEwan | |
| 24d967b | I was the basest of readers. All I wanted was my own world, and myself in it, given back to me in artful shapes and accessible form. | Ian McEwan | ||
| a56e0b3 | A tortured man but a marvellous writer, complex and yet also entirely simple. As I always say, one is never too young to be reading Kafka, and never too old to be reading him differently. | Panayotis Cacoyannis | ||
| bbd60b0 | Als Gregor Samsa eines Morgens aus unruhigen Traumen erwachte, fand er sich in seinem Bett zu einem ungeheueren Ungeziefer verwandelt. | Franz Kafka | ||
| c28a773 | It is as if a person were a prisoner, and he had not only the intention to escape, which would perhaps be attainable, but also, and indeed simultaneously, the intention to rebuild the prison as a pleasure dome for himself. But if he escapes, he cannot rebuild, and if he rebuilds, he cannot escape. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 0f32dee | The main thing, when a sword cuts into one's soul, is to keep a calm gaze, lose no blood, accept the coldness of the sword with the coldness of a stone. By means of the stab, after the stab, become invulnerable. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 80d3da6 | Tamina serves coffee and calvados to the customers (there aren't all that many, the room being always half empty) and then goes back behind the bar. Almost always there is someone sitting on a barstool, trying to talk to her. Everyone likes Tamina. Because she knows how to listen to people. But is she really listening? Or is she merely looking at them so attentively, so silently? I don't know, and it's not very important. What matters is th.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| bc6f7a3 | l yumkn llnsn 'bdan 'n yudrk mdh `lyh 'n yf`l, l'nh l ymlk l Hy@ wHd@, l ys`h mqrnth bHywt sbq@ wl SlHh fy Hywt lHq@. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 8d4d105 | No one can give anyone else the gift of the idyll; only an animal can do so, because only animals were not expelled from Paradise. The love between dog and man is idyllic. It knows no conflicts, no hair-raising scenes; it knows no development. | idyll | Milan Kundera | |
| 29b62a5 | He had once thought it was strange to have a friend you'd never met. Now it was even stranger, losing a friend you'd never really had | friends otherland tad-williams | Tad Williams | |
| 628b66c | Books are a form of magic--" the doctor lifted the volume he had just laid on the stack, "--because they span time and distance more surely than any spell or charm." | Tad Williams | ||
| 392af29 | After all, is it not the way we humans shape the universe, shape time itself? Do we not take the raw stuff of chaos and impose a beginning, middle, and end on it, like the simplest and most profound of folktales, to reflect the shapes of our own tiny lives? And if the physicists are right, that the physical world changes as it is observed, and we are its only known observers, then might we not be bending the entire chaotic universe, the ete.. | energy perception | Tad Williams | |
| d72da29 | Defeat I can endure with cheerfulness, my lady. But betrayal is like taking the wind from my sails, or the earth from beneath my feet. It chills my spirits like a rainy day, and all I can do is draw the curtains and cry into my pillow. | despair treachery | Margaret George |