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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6b7ee40 | Our eyes met. Her green eyes melted and she gave me that beautiful siren smile. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 093940e | Women," Mat declared as he rode Pips down the dusty, little-used road, "are like mules." He frowned. "Wait. No. Goats. Women are like goats. Except every flaming one thinks she's a horse instead, and a prize racing mare to boot. Do you understand me, Talmanes?" "Pure poetry, Mat," Talmanes said, tamping the tabac down into his pipe." | Robert Jordan | ||
| 376f6aa | The Light willing, we will see one another again," Rand said. He held out his hand to Perrin. "Watch out for Mat. I'm honestly not sure what he's going to do, but I have a feeling it will be highly dangerous for all involved." "Not like us," Perrin said, clasping Rand's forearm. "You and I, we're much better at keeping to the safe paths." | Robert Jordan | ||
| 86824b0 | How long had he been doing what was necessary instead of what was right? In a fair world they would be one and the same. | Robert Jordan | ||
| 8a44c08 | He doesn't know what to make of me," Mat said softly. "How very uncommon. I can't think of anyone else who has reacted that way to you, Mat." | Robert Jordan | ||
| 58db441 | Should and would build no bridges. -Lini | Robert Jordan | ||
| 46da096 | i can't understand her" well son, you might as well try to understand the sun" -- | robert jordan | ||
| e202354 | What all the ads and whorescopes seemed to imply was that if only you took proper care of your smells, your hair, your boobs, your eyelashes, your armpits, your crotch, your stars, your scars, your choice of Scotch in bars - you would meet a beautiful powerful, potent, and rich man who would satisfy every longing, fill every hole, make your heart skip a beat (or stand still), make you misty, and fly you to the moon (preferably on gossamer w.. | Erica Jong | ||
| 761085f | faith doesn't mean that you don't have doubts... [you] still experience the same greed, resentment, lust, and anger that everyone else experienced... the lines between sinner and saved [are] more fluid; the sins of those who come to church are not so different from the sins of those who don't... You [need] to come to church precisely because you [are] of this world, not apart from it; rich, poor, sinner, saved you [need] to embrace Christ p.. | politics | Barack Obama | |
| 49a6181 | I realized that as a thinking person his advantage lay precisely in his lack of formal education. Nobody told him what to think, and thus he was free to think clearly. | Peter Hessler | ||
| 4f0952c | But there is no energy unless there is a tension of opposites; hence it is necessary to discover the opposite to the attitude of the conscious mind. | duality energy mind opposites polarity psychology unconscious | C.G. Jung | |
| 722b3b4 | INTUITION (L. intueri, 'to look at or into'). I regard intuition as a basic psychological function (q.v.). It is the function that mediates perceptions in an unconscious way. Everything, whether outer or inner objects or their relationships, can be the focus of this perception. The peculiarity of intuition is that it is neither sense perception, nor feeling, nor intellectual inference, although it may also appear in these forms. In intuitio.. | C.G. Jung | ||
| c793209 | The images, the language, of pornography, and romance are alike; monotonous and mechanically seductive, quickly leading to despair. | Alice Munro | ||
| 38580eb | What if people really did that - sent their love through the mail to get rid of it? What would it be that they sent? A box of chocolates with centers like the yolks of turkey eggs. A mud doll with hollow eye sockets. A heap of roses slightly more fragrant than rotten. A package wrapped in bloody newspaper that nobody would want to open. | Alice Munro | ||
| af03f80 | Later they went outside, where a light rain was blowing in, mixed with salt spray feathering off the surf. Shasta wandered slowly down to the beach and through the wet sand, her nape in a curve she had learned, from times when back-turning came into it, the charm of. Doc followed the prints of her bare feet already collapsing into rain and shadow, as if in a fool's attempt to find his way back into a past that despite them both had gone on .. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 0711320 | We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| ed7ce5f | I bumped into something and was knocked to the ground. It took me several breaths to gather myself together, at first I thought I'd walked into a tree, but then that tree became a person, who was also recovering on the ground, and then I saw that it was her, and she saw that it was me, 'Hello,' I said, brushing myself off, 'Hello,' she said. 'This is so funny.' 'Yes.' How could it be explained? 'Where are you going?' I asked. 'Just for a wa.. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 13e6b55 | I've thought myself out of happinessone one million times, but never once into it. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 6d392b8 | Sea horses have complicated routines for courtship, and tend to mate under full moons, making musical sounds while doing so. They live in long-term monogamous partnerships. What is perhaps most unusual, though, is that it is the male sea horse that carries the young for up to six weeks. Males become properly "pregnant," not only carrying, but fertilizing and nourishing the developing eggs with fluid secretions. The image of males giving bir.. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 0784fb3 | Its always been my tendency to lie to doctors, as if good health consisted only of the ability to fool them. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 8df8213 | Once upon a time there was a war...and a young American who thought of himself as the Quiet American and the Ugly American, and who wished to be neither, who wanted instead to be the Wise American, or the Good American, but who eventually came to witness himself as the Real American and finally as simply the Fucking American. That's me. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 2187133 | I wandered over across the hall where they were showing a short movie about vasectomies. Much later I told her that I'd actually gotten a vasectomy a long time ago, and somebody else must have gotten her pregnant. I also told her once that I had inoperable cancer and would soon be passed away and gone, eternally. But nothing I could think up, no matter how dramatic or horrible, ever made her repent or love me the way she had at first, befor.. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 27a2303 | What harm has he ever done to you?' 'You know what harm he's done me. He offended me with his terrible taste. | Nick Hornby | ||
| be2eed1 | Women who disapprove of men - and there's plenty to disapprove of - should remember how we started out, and how far we had to travel. | women | Nick Hornby | |
| ac78e4e | You're not allowed to say anything about books because they're books, and books are, you know, God. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 0aba99d | See, records have helped me to fall in love, no question. I hear something new, with a chord change that melts my guts, and before I know it I'm looking for someone, and before I know it I've found her. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 56f02f7 | The evasions of her little novel were exactly those of her life. Everything she did not wish to confront was also missing from her novella--and was necessary to it. | Ian McEwan | ||
| f9bd45d | She had lolled about for three years at Girton with the kind of books she could equally have read at home--Jane Austen, Dickens, Conrad, all in the library downstairs, in complete sets. How had that pursuit, reading the novels that others took as their leisure, let her think she was superior to anyone else? | education reading | Ian McEwan | |
| 029e32c | the world she ran through loved her and would give her what she wanted and would let it happen. | Ian McEwan | ||
| e380594 | Had it taken her this long to discover that she lacked some simple mental trick that everyone else had, a mechanism so ordinary that no one ever mentioned it, an immediate sensual connection to people and events, and to her own needs and desires? All these years she had lived in isolation within herself and, strangely, from herself, never wanting or daring to look back. | Ian McEwan | ||
| f38c9f3 | A rather insistent cross-examiner asks a pathologist whether he can be absolutely sure that a certain patient was dead before he began the autopsy. The pathologist says he's absolutely certain. Oh, but how can you be so sure? Because, the pathologist says, his brain was in a jar sitting on my desk. But, says the cross-examiner, could the patient still have been alive nevertheless? Well, comes the answer, it's possible he could have been ali.. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 19edea1 | Writers are said to have superstitions and little rituals. Readers have them too. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 28065a8 | i'm going mad, i told myself. let me not be mad. | mad | Ian McEwan | |
| 3f2ef7a | Nothing as singular or as important had happened since the day of his birth. She returned his gaze, struck by the sense of her own transformation, and overwhelmed by the beauty in a face which a lifetime's habit had taught her to ignore. She whispered his name with the deliberation of a child trying out the distinct sounds. When he replied with her name, it sounded like a new word - the syllables remained the same, the meaning was different.. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 9c22ce7 | And feeling clever, I've always thought, is just a sigh away from being cheerful. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 74d4773 | they knew each other as much as they knew themselves, and their intimacy, rather like too many suitcases, was a matter of perpetual concern; together they moved slowly, clumsily, effecting lugubrious compromises, attending to delicate shifts of mood, repairing breaches. As individuals they didn't easily take offense; but together they managed to offend each other in surprising, unexpected ways; then the offender - it had happened twice sinc.. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 81d94fe | Twenty years ago I might have hired a professional listener, but somewhere along the way I had lost faith in the talking cure. A genteel fraud in my view. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 89f1e9a | It was always the view of my parents," Emily said, "that hot weather encouraged loose morals among young people." | opinion youth | Ian McEwan | |
| aab78a8 | It was the reason he had survived. It was the ordinary way of saying she would refuse all other men. Only you. Come back. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 26bed7c | These memories sustained him, but not so easily. Too often they reminded him of where he was when he last summoned them. They lay on the far side of a great divide in time, as significant as B.C. and A.D. Before prison, before the war, before the sight of a corpse became a banality. | pain war | Ian McEwan | |
| d81621e | The library door was thick and none of the ordinary sounds that might have reminded them, might have held them back, could reach them. They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future, | lovers page-128 | Ian McEwan | |
| 46ffe66 | He had been walking these roads, he thought, all his life. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 006c0f2 | Self-consciousness is the destroyer of erotic joy. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 5bbffe4 | But here's life's most limiting truth - it's always now, always here, never then and there. And | Ian McEwan |