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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 821e9bf | When his first-born was put into his arms, he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes, as they once were - large, brilliant, and black. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 889f191 | I stood lonely enough, but to that feeling of isolation I was accustomed: it did not oppress me much. | loneliness | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 2e740d9 | Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine. | love sadness | Charlotte Brontë | |
| ac5fe52 | It was not without a certain wild pleasure I ran before the wind, delivering my trouble of mind to the measureless air-torrent thundering through space. Descending the laurel walk, I faced the wreck of a chestnut-tree; it stood up, black and riven: the trunk, split down the centere, gasped ghastly. The cloven halves were not broken for each other, for the firm base and strong roots kept them unsundered below; through communtiy of vitality w.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 20d10e4 | Human beings must love something, and, in the dearth of worthier objects of affection, I contrived to find a pleasure in loving and cherishing a faded graven image, shabby as a miniature scarecrow. It puzzles me now to remember with what absurd sincerity I doated on this little toy, half fancying it alive and capable of sensation. I could not sleep unless it was folded in my night-gown; and when it lay there safe and warm, I was comparative.. | loneliness love | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 9cbf1f4 | On Saturday mornings during deliveries, I'd practice picking out new words in Jane Eyre, sounding out the ones that needed sounding out--and I'm not lying, there were plenty. "'A new servitude! There is something in that,' I soliloquized." I mean, who talks like that? Do you know how long it takes to sound out a word like soliloquized? And even after you do, you have no idea what the stupid word means except that it probably just means "sai.. | Gary D. Schmidt | ||
| 418705c | I never met your likeness. Jane: you please me, and you master me - you seem to submit, and I like the sense of pliancy you impart; and while I am twining the soft, silken skein round my finger, it sends a thrill up my arm to my heart. I am influenced - conquered; and the influence is sweeter than I can express; and the conquest I undergo has a witchery beyond any triumph _I_ can win. | influence love | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 4bbc191 | I used to rush into strange dreams at night: dreams many-coloured, agitated, full of the ideal, the stirring, the stormy--dreams where, amidst unusual scenes, charged with adventure, with agitating risk and romantic chance, I still again and again met Mr. Rochester, always at some exciting crisis; and then the sense of being in his arms, hearing his voice, meeting his eye, touching his hand and cheek, loving him, being loved by him--the hop.. | love passion | Charlotte Brontë | |
| f08e048 | What is there to see in Europe? I'll bet those foreigners can't show us a thing we haven't got right here in Georgia. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| cf1ceb2 | Nothing but the sight of blood upon his dark face would ease the pain in her heart. She lunged for him, swift as a cat, but with a light startled movement, he sidestepped, throwing up his arm to ward her off. She was standing on the edge of the freshly waxed top step, and as her arm with the whole weight of her body behind it, struck his out-thrust arm, she lost her balance. She made a wild clutch for the newel post and missed it. She went .. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| a19fff0 | To Scarlett, there was something breath-taking about Ellen O'Hara, a miracle that lived in the house with her and awed her and charmed and soothed her. | gone-with-the-wind mother scarlett-o-hara | Margaret Mitchell | |
| b7dbebd | Some day I'm going to do and say everything I want to do and say, and if people don't like it I don't care. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 9740cb4 | There is nothing lost, but may be found, if sought. (No hay nada perdido, que no pueda encontrarse, si se lo busca) | Edmund Spenser | ||
| 771a1a7 | A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown-- A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds. A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs, Leaving, as the moon releases Twig by twig the night-entangled trees, Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves, Memory by memory the mind-- A poem should be motionl.. | Archibald MacLeish | ||
| cd4e71a | A third...candidate for Shakespearean authorship was Christopher Marlowe. He was the right age (just two months older than Shakespeare), had the requisite talent, and would certainly have had ample leisure after 1593, assuming he wasn't too dead to work. | shakespeare william-shakespeare | Bill Bryson | |
| 07a3fee | Hours slide by like minutes. The accumulated clutter of day-to-day existence -- the lapses of conscience, the unpaid bills, the bungled opportunities, the dust under the couch, the inescapable prison of your genes -- all of it is temporarily forgotten, crowded from your thoughts by an overpowering clarity of purpose and by the seriousness of the task at hand. | Jon Krakauer | ||
| 14aa83b | There was never an accident.Rebecca was not drowned at all. I killed her.I shot Rebecca in the cottage in the cove.I carried her body to the cabin, and took the boat out that night and sunk it there, where they found it today.It's Rebecca who's lying dead there on the cabin floor.Will you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me now? | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| d792864 | We were like two performers in a play, but we were divided, we were not acting with one another. We had to endure it alone, we had to put up this show, this miserable, sham performance for the sake of all these people I did not know and did not want to see again. | mrs-de-winter rebecca theatre | Daphne du Maurier | |
| 8a54bde | There is nothing I love more than traveling to a place where I know nobody, and where everything will be a surprise, and then writing about it. It's like having a new lover--even the parts you aren't crazy about have the crackling fascination of the unfamiliar. | Ariel Levy | ||
| d7c046d | As I look back, I see that life is like a game of solitaire and every once in a while there is a move. | James Salter | ||
| 5c195de | This ship is built on secrets; it runs on secrets | Beth Revis | ||
| 9642653 | that was before I'd started thinking about how life stuck on a ship wouldn't be so bad if Elder walked around pantless more. | Beth Revis | ||
| 250d1d6 | People will survive anything for their children. | Beth Revis | ||
| 21001f9 | Whatever happened to him?" Silk asked. "He went swimming in the Nedrane." "I didn't know that Thulls swam all that well." "They don't-particularly not with large rocks tied to their feet." | David Eddings | ||
| 4c97233 | You're a cynic," Urgit accused. Silk shook his head. "No, Your Majesty. I'm a realist." | David Eddings | ||
| 4780420 | It's the nature of man to ask questions. --Belgarath | David Eddings | ||
| 45e2eb8 | Lancelot: Morgaine, Morgaine - kinswoman, I have never seen you weep. Morgaine: Are you like so many men, afraid of a woman's tears? (...) Lancelot: No (...) it makes them seem so much more real, so much more vulnerable - women who never weep frighten me, because I know they are stronger than I, and I am always a little afraid of what they will do. | morgaine | Marion Zimmer Bradley | |
| 1aa8317 | Disembodiment is a kind of terrorism, and the threat of it alters the orbit of all our lives and, like terrorism, this distortion is intentional. | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| 3d9005f | In contrast to the situation in 1945, the world does not need the US; it is the US that needs the rest of the world | Slavoj Žižek | ||
| 188c24d | Populism is ultimately sustained by the frustrated exasperation of ordinary people, by the cry "I don't know what's going on, but I've just had enough of it! It cannot go on! It must stop!" | Slavoj Žižek | ||
| 891043c | Spying is waiting. | spying | John le Carré | |
| 4135df9 | Intelligence work has one moral law - it is justified by results. | John le Carré | ||
| bc78f86 | An artist is a bloke who can hold two fundamentally opposing views and still function: | John le Carré | ||
| 5635b0d | HERE IS A SMALL FACT *** You are going to die. I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. Please, trust me. 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 | ||
| 7659762 | The thrill of being ignored! | Markus Zusak | ||
| ec7d9f1 | The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip- the relative you cringe to kiss. | Markus Zusak | ||
| b88dda3 | I also fear that nothing really ends at the end. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield its ax, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter. | Markus Zusak | ||
| eae755d | and we must learn to accommodate ourselves to the discovery that some of those cunningly-fashioned instruments called human souls have only a very limited range of music, and will not vibrate in the least under a touch that fills others with tremulous rapture or quivering agony. | George Eliot | ||
| 52bd437 | If I got places, sir, it was because I made myself fit for 'em. If you want to slip into a round hole, you must first make a ball of yourself; that's where it is. | George Eliot | ||
| 8a465c0 | For they might be parted for hundreds of years, she and Peter; she never wrote a letter and his were dry sticks; but suddenly it would come over her, If he were with me now what would he say? --some days, some sights bringing him back to her calmly, without the old bitterness; which perhaps was the reward of having cared for people; they came back in the middle of St. James's Park on a fine morning--indeed they did. | memories nostalgia | Virginia Woolf | |
| fe542ff | For what more terrifying revelation can there be than that it is the present moment? That we survive the shock at all is only possible because the past shelters us on one side and the future on another. | time | Virginia Woolf | |
| efbef32 | Life is difficult; facts uncompromising; and the passage to that fabled land where our brightest hopes are extinguished, our frail barks founder in darkness, one that needs, above all, courage, truth, and the power to endure. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 5a4f25c | Martha: Oh, I like your anger. I think that's what I like about you most. Your anger. | love marriage | Edward Albee | |
| 3a1c827 | Yet, she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreaths heaped and roses; and if you asked nine people out of ten they would say they wanted nothing but this--love; while the women, judging from her own experience, would all the time be feeling, This is not what we want; there is nothing more tedious, puerile, and inhumane than this; yet it is also beautiful and necessary. | Virginia Woolf |