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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| fdc140e | Anne looked at the white young mother with a certain awe that had never entered into her feelings for Diana before. Could this pale woman with the rapture in her eyes be the little black-curled, rosy-cheeked Diana she had played with in vanished schooldays? It gave her a queer desolate feeling that she herself somehow belonged only in those past years and had no business in the present at all. | motherhood | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 5ad7b5c | Our library isn't very extensive," said Anne, "but every book in it is a friend. We've picked our books up through the years, here and there, never buying one until we had first read it and knew that it belonged to the race of Joseph." | library reading | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 56217ab | never write a line you'd be ashamed to read at your own funeral. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 51eb08c | It is only very foolish folk who talk sense all the time." - Anne Shirley" | L.M. Montgomery Anne of Green Gables | ||
| 9fc66e8 | Oh, it makes SUCH a difference. It LOOKS so much nicer. When you hear a name pronounced can't you always see it in your mind, just as if it was printed out? I can; and A-n-n looks dreadful, but A-n-n-e looks so much more distinguished. If you'll only call me Anne spelled with an E I shall try to reconcile myself to not being called Cordelia. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| e8ab94d | I have made up my mind that I will never marry. I shall be wedded to my art. | humor marriage | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 224d5b1 | The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret - almost magic. "Well," said Jack at last. "What do you think? Shall we run away, and live on the secret island?" "Yes!" whispered all the children. "Let's!" | children island lonely mysterious running-away secret | Enid Blyton | |
| 4cb8aae | None of us, irrespective of our sexual preference and/or practice, imagine that we can have an intimate relationship with a partner and always have seamless harmony. Indeed, most of us assume that once the "honeymoon" period is over differences will emerge and conflicts will happen. Positively, we also assume that we will be "safe" in those moments; that even if voices are raised and emotions expressed are intense, there will not be and sho.. | bell hooks | ||
| d42c62a | Feminist thinking teaches us all, especially, how to love justice and freedom in ways that foster and affirm life. | feminist freedom justice life | Bell Hooks | |
| 859990a | It is not surprising that young white males - most between thirty and forty - play major roles in the production of hip-pop. It's easy to forget this because when most people critique rap and hip-pop harshly, they assume that young black men are the sole creators and producers of misogynist rap. In fact, nothing is unilaterally produced anymore. As we've discussed, once you have a corporate takeover of the street culture, it is no longer th.. | representation | bell hooks | |
| 0561637 | Happiness and beauty are the worst things you can have in a life, because you never forget them. They go on and on ambushing you, presumably until you die. | memory | M. John Harrison | |
| 1971004 | Fuck you, angel. Fuck you and all God's little prison bitches. He slips you some cigarettes and a con job smile and you run off to do his dirty work for him. Go and scare some sinners. No one's listening to you here. | god prison | Richard Kadrey | |
| 2bcb02d | It's so quiet and peaceful out here I'm getting bored with breathing. Maybe we'll get lucky and the world will go to Hell again. Fingers crossed. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| fe9d229 | Everything is some kind of a plot, man. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| c1c648f | Lia let out a low growl and moved her arrow to the base of his fat throat. "What do you think, Gabi? Would you like to see these nuptials through?" "Not this day," I said "How about on the morrow?" Marcello asked, smiling and lifting my hand to his lips. "If I am your groom?" "Hold that eHarmony thought," Lia whispered in English. "We gotta get out of here." | funny gabriella lia marcello | Lisa Tawn Bergren | |
| 7518e2e | The impulse to paint comes neither from observation nor from the soul (which is probably blind) but from an encounter: the encounter between painter and model: even if the model is a mountain or a shelf of empty medicine bottles. | John Berger | ||
| cf028ed | You don't understand," getting mad. "You guys, you're like Puritans are about the Bible. So hung up with words, words. You know where that play exists, not in that file cabinet, not in any paperback you're looking for, but--" a hand emerged from the veil of shower-steam to indicate his suspended head--"in here. That's what I'm for. To give the spirit flesh. The words, who cares? They're rote noises to hold line bashes with, to get past the .. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| ccaa76d | For me, Shambhala, you see, turned out to be not a goal but an absence. Not the discovery of a place but the act of leaving the futureless place where I was. And in the process I arrived at Constantinople. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| a65bd03 | I am having a hallucination now, I don't need drugs for that. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 02a7f2a | Remember how they outlawed acid soon as they found out it was a channel to somethin they didn't want us to see? Why should information be any different? | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| cdbdb5f | The Santa Monica Freeway is traditionally the scene of every form of automotive folly known to man. It is not white and well-bred like the San Diego, nor as treacherously engineered as the Pasadena, nor quite as ghetto-suicidal as the Harbor. No, one hesitates to say it, but the Santa Monica is a freeway for freaks. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| dca2144 | The past, hey no shit, it's an open invitation to wine abuse. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 09c264b | If there is a life force operating in Nature, still there is nothing so analogous in a bureaucracy. Nothing so mystical. It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty ...little heads. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 9da7d4a | Doc fell in to a car convoy, moving slowly, single lane through the fog. He figured if he missed the Gordita Beach exit, he'd take the first one whose sign he could read and work his way back on surface streets. He knew that at Rosecrans, the freeway began to dogleg east, and at some point, Hawthorne Boulevard or Artesia,he'd lose the fog, unless it was spreading tonight, and settled in region wide... Maybe then it would stay this way for d.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| d6f8bb8 | There is a Hand to turn the time, Though thy Glass today be run, Till the Light hath brought the Towers low Find the last poor Preterite one . . . Till the Riders sleep by ev'ry road, All through our crippl'd Zone, With a face in ev'ry Mountainside | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| fe7a0fa | Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| f186b7b | There had hung the sense of buffering, insulation, she had noticed the absence of an intensity, as if watching a movie, just perceptibly out of focus, that the projectionist refused to fix. And had also gently conned herself into the curious, Rapunzel-like role of a pensive girl somehow, magically, prisoner among the pines and salt fogs of Kinneret, looking for somebody to say hey, let down your hair. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 3317661 | The prayer of words cannot be eliminated. And I must pray them daily, whether I feel like praying or not. Otherwise, when God as something to say to me, I will not know how to listen. Until I have worked through self, I will not be enabled to get out of the way. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| d4ce5b1 | And joy is always a promise. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| a70f48b | But she finds it so difficult to verbalize, Charles dear. It helps her if she can quote instead of working out words of her own. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| b763c2f | There's nothing the matter with his mind. He just does things in his own way and in his own time. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| a633edf | An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers...To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy...If I try self consciously to become a person, I will never be one. The most real people, those who are able to forget their selfish selves, who have true compassion, are usually the most distinct individuals | philosophy-of-life | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| d48ea67 | If it's not good enough for adults, it's not good enough for children. If a book that is going to be marketed for children does not interest me, a grownup, then I am dishonoring the children for whom the book is intended, and I am dishonoring books. And words. | literature | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 047724d | I heard voices outside our front door - a woman's, bright as polished brass, and a man's, low and dark like the wood of the table I was working on. They were the kind of voices we heard rarely in our house. I could hear rich carpets in their voices, books and pearls and fur. | Tracy Chevalier | ||
| f76261c | If America taught me anything, it's that quitting is right up there with pissing in the Girl Scouts' lemonade jar. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| ba34c04 | Her beauty was the talk of the valley.It skipped two generations of women in our family, but it sure didn't bypass you, Laila. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| 62e6c79 | You know the old bit," he said. "You're on a deserted island. You can have five books. Which do you choose? I never thought I'd actually have to." | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| 92217db | People in the countryside carry a sense of dignity. They wear it, don't they? Like a badge? I'm being genuine. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| c4cb302 | That's what I look at some people for. I like to know about them. I think them over afterward. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 74f675a | Mistress Mary Quite Contrary | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 743c19f | The difficulty will be to keep her from learning too fast and too much. She is always sitting with her little nose burrowing into books. She doesn't read them, Miss Minchin; she gobbles them up as if she were a little wolf instead of a little girl. She is always starving for new books to gobble, and she wants grown-up books--great, big, fat ones--French and German as well as English--history and biography and poets, and all sorts of things... | reading | Frances Hodgson Burnett | |
| 5f36813 | Selfishness, self-centeredness! That, we think, is the root of our troubles. Driven by a hundred forms of fear, self-delusion, self-seeking, and self-pity, we step on the toes of our fellows and they retaliate. Sometimes they hurt us, seemingly without provocation, but we invariably find that at some time in the past we have made decisions based on self which later placed us in a position to be hurt. So our troubles, we think, are basically.. | self-centeredness self-pity self-seeking selfishness | Alcoholics Anonymous | |
| af5c4ec | How they had dreamed together, he and she... how they had planned, and laughed, and loved. They had lived for a while in the very heart of poetry. | poetry | Elizabeth von Arnim | |
| adb3200 | For a wonderful physical tie binds the parents to the children; and--by some sad, strange irony--it does not bind us children to our parents. For if it did, if we could answer their love not with gratitude but with equal love, life would lose much of its pathos and much of its squalor, and we might be wonderfully happy. | parents | E.M. Forster |