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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 01046c6 | Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people. . . . Fennel . . . smelling of changes to come. | fennel spice transition wednesday | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | |
| 1ae8cb9 | Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally. Death is just one more thing to be embraced. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| c95940b | Poetry and prayer put ideas in people's heads that got them killed, distracting them from the ruthless mechanism of the world. | Colson Whitehead | ||
| ac992c5 | The only way to know how long you are lost in the darkness is to be saved from it. | Colson Whitehead | ||
| 104e3f6 | I knew I would always want to go on living with myself, however hollow I became, however diseased. | John Fowles | ||
| 6d41bb3 | Jason, stop this," she pleaded. "You don't want to kiss me. You don't even like me more than a little when you aren't foxed" A harsh laugh escaped him. "I like you too damned much!" he whispered bitterly, then pulled her head down and captured her lips in a demaning, scalding kiss that took everything and give nothing in return." -- | Judith McNaught | ||
| b863f7b | A few years back, when I finally got smart enough to go to a therapist, she asked me how I had held things together all these years. It didn't take long to come up with an answer. 'That's easy. I belong to a book club | Lorna Landvik | ||
| 7af9b5a | Because she deserved my tears if anyone on earth ever did. I could feel the tears within me, undiscovered, and untouched in their inland sea. Those tears had been with me always. | Pat Conroy | ||
| 6613024 | She had so mastered the strategies of camouflage that her own history had seemed a series of well-placed mirrors that kept her hidden from herself. | Pat Conroy | ||
| 66e1af2 | The more I think about myself, the more I'm persuaded that, as a person, I really don't exist. That is one of the reasons why I can't believe in any orthodox religion: I cannot believe in my own soul. No, I am a chemical compound, conditioned by environment and education. My "character" is simply a repertoire of acquired tricks, my conversation a repertoire of adaptations and echoes, my "feelings" are dictated by purely physical, external s.. | soul | Christopher Isherwood | |
| 6a4a549 | Because you have seen something doesn't mean you can explain it. Differing interpretations will always abound, even when good minds come to bear. The kernel of indisputable information is a dot in space; interpretations grow out of the desire to make this point a line, to give it direction. The directions in which it can be sent, the uses to which it can be put by a culturally, professionally, and geographically diverse society are almost w.. | Barry Lopez | ||
| d8328ec | But lo! men have become the tools of their tools. | Henry David Thoreau | ||
| 636ca96 | There are thousands who are opposed to slavery and to the war, who yet in effect do nothing to put an end to them; who, esteeming themselves children of Washington and Franklin, sit down with their hands in their pockets, and say that they know not what to do, and do nothing.... | beliefs citizenship justice slavery war | Henry David Thoreau | |
| 16312f3 | let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature. | Henry David Thoreau | ||
| cd9c04a | We should treat our minds, that is, ourselves, as innocent and ingenuous children, whose guardians we are, and be careful what objects and what subjects we thrust on their attention. Read not the Times. Read the Eternities.. Knowledge does not come to us by details, but in flashes of light from heaven. | Henry David Thoreau | ||
| deeecbf | He paused again as a tear of longing rolled from cheek to lip with the sweet-salty taste of an old memory. | tears | Norton Juster | |
| 24b829d | I envisioned huge piles of the Elf Hotel flying off the belt, taking down everybody in sight. I had seen pictures of that Elf Hotel - it had sharp candy-cane spires that could easily impale someone. If anyone was ever going to be killed by an Elf Hotel, it would be my parents. | Maureen Johnson | ||
| 709969c | I like to talk. Talking is kind of my thing. If talking had been a sport option at Wexford, I would have been captain. But sports always have to involve running, jumping, or swinging your arms around. You don't get PE points for the smooth and rapid movement of the jaw. | Maureen Johnson | ||
| 55a992e | One question," I said. "Did you tell me all that because you think I'm going to die?" "No," he said. "It's because you're doing something brave, and I felt I should too." "I'll take that as a yes," I said." -- | Maureen Johnson | ||
| c394e67 | He had let Aunt Peg live in his house and married her, so clearly he had a thing for flaky American types who liked to sneak off in the dead of night. That was, as Ginny remembered it, how America won the Revolution in the first place. The English walked around in bright red coats in straight lines and took breaks for tea, and the Americans snuck around dressed in rags and hid in trees and stole their horses. Or something. Whatever. She had.. | Maureen Johnson | ||
| d96af10 | I ran like a thing that runs. | Maureen Johnson | ||
| b494765 | Hey! Jack the Wanker! Over here! I want your autograph! | Maureen Johnson | ||
| bfcbf8b | Also, when on a campaign to convince a stranger that you aren't a few fries short of a Happy Meal, throwing around phrases like "tangentially Swedish" is not the best way to go." | Maureen Johnson | ||
| b180ae7 | He wasn't stupid. He'd watched enough of his friends drop like flies when the fatal illness struck. Now he was himself stricken; he showed all the Six Deadly Symptoms of a Man in Love: 1) Inability to think straight. 2) An alarming propensity to smile at the oddest moments. 3) Constant thoughts of the object of one's desire. 4) Absolutely no interest in other members of the opposite sex. 5) A startling sense of goodwill toward the world in .. | Jillian Hunter | ||
| 81d67f6 | Every generation must recognize and embrace the task it is peculiarly designed by history and by providence to perform. | Chinua Achebe | ||
| 0495452 | You took the best, so why not take the rest? | James Baldwin | ||
| abb7a65 | Every white person in this country-and I do not care what he or she says-knows one thing. They may not know, as they put, "what I want",but they know they would not like to be black here. If they know that, then they know everything they need to know, and whatever else they say is a lie." | James Baldwin | ||
| 050422d | Man's hope can paint a purple picture, can transform a soaring vulture into a noble eagle or moaning dove. | Ralph Ellison | ||
| e154cf1 | Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new a day with no mistakes in it | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| a8875ac | A hundred and fifty years before, when the parochial disagreements between Earth and Mars had been on the verge of war, the Belt had been a far horizon of tremendous mineral wealth beyond viable economic reach, and the outer planets had been beyond even the most unrealistic corporate dream. Then Solomon Epstein had built his little modified fusion drive, popped it on the back of his three-man yacht, and turned it on. With a good scope, you .. | James S.A. Corey | ||
| 012b695 | It's the worst kind of cruelty -- the thoughtless kind. You can't cope with it. | l-m-montgomery | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 72b5b13 | The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, never smiles) far and away beyond sleep, or perhaps she's a daytime sleeper. By the Universe deserted, she'd tell it to go to hell, and she'd find a body of water, or a mirror, on which to dwell. So wrap up care in a cobweb and drop it down the well into that world inverted where left is always right, where the shadows are really the .. | Elizabeth Bishop | ||
| 1d73a34 | You forget, Moonlight, that there are different kinds of beauty. Your imagination is obsessed by the very obvious type of your cousin Olive. Oh, I've seen her--she's a stunner--but you'd never catch Allan Tierney wanting to paint her. In the horrible but expressive slang phrase, she keeps all her goods in the shop-window. But in your subconscious mind you have a conviction that nobody can be beautiful who doesn't look like Olive. Also, you .. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 4e41232 | Valancy herself had never quite relinquished a certain pitiful, shamed, little hope that Romance would come her way yet--never, until this wet, horrible morning, when she wakened to the fact that she was twenty-nine and unsought by any man. Ay, there lay the sting. Valancy did not mind so much being an old maid. After all, she thought, being an old maid couldn't possibly be as dreadful as being married to an Uncle Wellignton or an Uncle Ben.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| c2f7b32 | It seems to me a most dreadful thing to go out of the world and not leave one person behind you who is sorry you are gone,' said Anne, shuddering. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| a4473c8 | Mothers were much too sharp. They were like dogs. Buster always sensed when anything was out of the ordinary, and so did mothers. Mothers and dogs both had a kind of second sight that made them see into people's minds and know when anything unusual was going on. | mothers sense sharp | Enid Blyton | |
| d33088e | We are encouraged to see honest people as naive, as potential losers. | Bell Hooks | ||
| 9b5af98 | Reviewing the literature on love I noticed how few writers, male or female, talk about the impact of patriarchy, the way in which male domination of women and children stands in the ways of love. | bell hooks | ||
| a6e1ee1 | Oedipa Maas] awoke at last to find herself getting laid. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 265623d | Explosion without an objective', declared Miles Blundell, 'is politics in its purest form'. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 7e5c854 | The universe is a meat grinder and we're just pork in designer shoes, keeping busy so we can pretend we're not all headed for the sausage factory. Maybe I've been hallucinating this whole time and there is no Heaven and Hell. Instead of having to choose between God and the devil, maybe our only real choice comes down to link or patty? | existential | Richard Kadrey | |
| 7545a67 | If Donald Trump and the Wicked Witch of the West had a kid, it would be Jayne-Anne. She looks like a librarian with some money and good taste in clothes but underneath the Verace, she's Godzilla with tits. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| e3357bb | The Saint whose water can light lamps, the clairvoyant whose lapse in recall is the breath of God, the true paranoid for whom all is organized in spheres joyful or threatening about the central pulse of himself, the dreamer whose puns probe ancient fetid shafts and tunnels of truth all act in the same special relevance to the word, or whatever it is the word is there, buffering, to protect us from. The act of metaphor than was a thrust at t.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| e4eaca3 | Jeremy will take her like the Angel itself, in his joyless weasel-worded come-along, and Roger will be forgotten, an amusing maniac, but with no place in the rationalized power-ritual that will be the coming peace. She will take her husband's orders, she will become a domestic bureaucrat, a junior partner, and remember Roger, if at all, as a mistake thank God she didn't make.... Oh, he feels a raving fit coming on--how the bloody hell can h.. | Thomas Pynchon |