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| 01b6ad8 | Daphne Bridgerton, I don't--" "--like my tone, I know." Daphne grinned. "But you love me." Violet smiled warmly and wrapped an arm around Daphne's shoulder. "Heaven help me, I do." Daphne gave her mother a quick peck on the cheek. "It's the curse of motherhood. You're required to love us even when we vex you." Violet just sighed. "I hope that someday you have children--" "--just like me, I know." Daphne smiled nostalgically and rested her h.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| b1cf0c0 | What are you smiling about?" Benedict demanded. She didn't bother to glance up as she replied, "I'm plotting your demise." He grinned-not that she was looking at him, but it was one of those smiles she could hear in the way he breathed. She hated that she as that sensitive to his every nuance. Especially since she had a sneaking suspicion that he was the same way about her. "At least it sounds entertaining,"he said. "What does?" she asked, .. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 83bc2d5 | Speaking of which," he murmured. Hyacinth's mouth fell open as he dropped down to one knee. "What are you doing?" she squeaked, frantically looking this way and that. Lord St. Clair was surely peeking out at them, and heaven only knew who else was, too. "Someone will see," she whispered. He seemed unconcerned. "People will say we're in love." "I--" Good heavens, but how did a woman argue against that? "Hyacinth Bridgerton," he said, taking .. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 21713b9 | He ought to buy her a new dress. She would never accept it, of course, but maybe if her current garments were accidentally burned... ...But how could he manage to burn her dress? She'd have to not be wearing it, and that posed a certain challenge in and of itself... | humor | Julia Quinn | |
| 00972df | I do love my family, but I really just go for the food. | Julia Quinn | ||
| ce2ea01 | Liking someone doesn't make you weak. | ten-things-we-did | Sarah Mlynowski | |
| 870be66 | People in both fields operate with beliefs and biases. To the extent you can eliminate both and replace them with data, you gain a clear advantage. | Michael Lewis | ||
| be19cb6 | It's striking that Native Americans evolved no devastating epidemic diseases to give to Europeans in return for the many devastating epidemic diseases that Indians received from the Old World. | epidemics evolution native-americans | Jared Diamond | |
| 91443a2 | On the other couch a women sits with a young boy looking through a picture book about Babar the Elephant. When I find a magazine and I lean back to start reading it, I can see the women watching me out of the corner of her eye. She moves closer to the child and she leans over and kisses his forehead. I know why she does it and i don't blame her. | kiss women | James Frey | |
| 2f1d9ce | I've been alone my whole life, I can't do it anymore. | James Frey | ||
| 6105a09 | Long after the traces of the human animal have disappeared, many of the species it is bent on destroying will still be around, along with others that have yet to spring up. The Earth will forget mankind. The play of life will go on. | extinction humans the-coast-opposite-of-humanity unsaved | John Gray | |
| 0848d32 | Remember, if a man needs to pull away like a rubber band, when he returns he will be back with a lot more love. Then he can listen. This is the best time to initiate conversation. | John Gray | ||
| bfd8632 | Those who struggle to change the world see themselves as noble, even tragic figures. Yet most of those who work for world betterment are not rebels against the scheme of things. They seek consolation for a truth they are too weak to bear. At bottom, their faith that the world can be transformed by human will is a denial of their own mortality. | John Gray | ||
| d17ff8e | Resistance is not a peripheral opponent. Resistance arises from within. It is self-generated and self-perpetuated. resistance is the enemy within. | resistance | Steven Pressfield | |
| 6ccab5c | The more resistance you experience, the more important your unmanifested art/project/enterprise is to you - and the more gratification you will fell when you finally do it. | gratification resistance | Steven Pressfield | |
| dfc610c | The sure sign of an amateur is he has a million plans and they all start tomorrow. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| cefe7f3 | Dylan's friend Linus Millberg appears out of the crowd with a cup of beer and shouts, 'Dorothy is John Lennon, the Scarecrow is Paul McCartney, the Tin Woodman is George Harrison, the Lion's Ringo.' ' ,' commands Dylan over the lousy twangy country CB's is playing between sets. 'Easy,' Linus shouts back. "Kirk's John, Spock's Paul, Bones is George, Scotty is Ringo. Or Chekov, after the first season. Doesn't matter, it's like a Scotty-Chekov.. | Jonathan Lethem | ||
| dbd4e59 | Who then will dare to say I'm weak or timid? No, they'll say I'm loyal as a friend, ruthless as a foe, so much like a hero destined for glory. | Euripides | ||
| c88fc6d | Cleopatra stood at one of the most dangerous intersections in history; that of women and power. Clever women, Euripides had warned hundreds of years earlier, were dangerous. | Stacy Schiff | ||
| 222b1d7 | Soon all of you immortals Will be as dead as we are! Come on then, what are you waiting for? Have you run out of thunderbolts? | hatred modern | Euripides | |
| 86ea5f0 | nny 'mqt ltjm`t wlTwy'f wlrwbT wlnqbt wbSwr@ 'khr~ tlk lmjmw`t mn lHshrt lty tnDm tHt lw lmhn@ 'w lhw~ 'w 'y hws mn hdh lqbyl. fltlk ltktlt `dt tthyr lskhry@: ktkrr lmZhr, wlmSTlHt lmhny@, wGrwr l`tqd bltfwq `l~ lakhryn. | Ernesto Sabato | ||
| 09bbb16 | Things might have been different, but they could not have been better. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| af336bd | In shamanic cultures, sychronicities are recognized as signs that you are on the right path. | Daniel Pinchbeck | ||
| 8df48b3 | He was beaten (he knew that); but he was not broken. He saw, once for all, that he stood no chance against a man with a club. He had learned the lesson, and in all his after life he never forgot it. That club was a revelation. It was his introduction to the reign of primitive law, and he met the introduction halfway. The facts of life took on a fiercer aspect; and while he faced that aspect uncowed, he faced it with all the latent cunning o.. | Jack London | ||
| e1d20b3 | Pete squeezed Jack's hand, hard as she could. "You're not alone," she told him. "If you've made up your mind to die, then I'll be with you here, until the end. I'd follow you into death if that's what you asked, Jack. Heaven, Hell. Anywhere at all." | Caitlin Kittredge | ||
| b20fd27 | Oh!--and I speak out of later knowledge--Heaven forefend me from the most of the average run of male humans who are not good fellows, the ones cold of heart and cold of head who don't smoke, drink, or swear, or do much of anything else that is brase, and resentful, and stinging, because in their feeble fibres there has never been the stir and prod of life to well over its boundaries and be devilish and daring. One doesn't meet these in salo.. | Jack London | ||
| e6deb46 | For what do you hunger, Lord?" Moneo ventured. "For a humankind which can make truly long-term decisions. Do you know the key to that ability, Moneo?" "You have said it many times, Lord. It is the ability to change your mind." | Frank Herbert | ||
| 4f977e4 | Maybe it's low-wage work in general that has the effect of making feel like a pariah. When I watch TV over my dinner at night, I see a world in which almost everyone makes $15 an hour or more, and I'm not just thinking of the anchor folks. The sitcoms and dramas are about fashion designers or schoolteachers or lawyers, so it's easy for a fast-food worker or nurse's aide to conclude that she is an anomaly -- the only one, or almost the only .. | Barbara Ehrenreich | ||
| 41883cd | strength and beauty must go hand in hand | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 1d5a07c | Don't mind me. I'm as happy as a cricket here. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| eacbc04 | You have a good many little gifts and virtues, but there is no need of parading them, for conceit spoils the finest genius. There is not much danger that real talent or goodness will be overlooked long; even if it is, the consciousness of possessing and using it well should satisfy one, and the great charm of all power is modesty. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| c64a26e | A child her wayward pencil drew On margins of her book; Garlands of flower, dancing elves, Bud, butterfly, and brook, Lessons undone, and plum forgot, Seeking with hand and heart | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| c543c9e | I think this power of living in our children is one of the sweetest things in the world... | jo-s-boys louisa-may-alcott mothers | Louisa May Alcott | |
| 4b13b1e | No more terrible disaster could befall your people than for them to fall into the hands of a Hero | Frank Herbert | ||
| 938ed52 | From the beginning, she had sat looking at him fixedly. As he now leaned back in his chair, and bent his deep-set eyes upon her in his turn, perhaps he might have seen one wavering moment in her, when she was impelled to throw herself upon his breast, and give him the pent-up confidences of her heart. But, to see it, he must have overleaped at a bound the artificial barriers he had for many years been erecting, between himself and all those.. | chapter xv | Charles Dickens | |
| c330236 | You speak so feelingly and so manfully, Charles Darnay | Charles Dickens | ||
| 50f68f2 | The purpose was, that I would go to Biddy, that I would show her how humbled and repentant I came back, that I would tell her how I had lost all I once hoped for, that I would remind her of our old confidences in my first unhappy time. Then, I would say to her, "Biddy, I think you once liked me very well, when my errant heart, even while it strayed away from you, was quieter and better with you than it ever has been since. If you can like m.. | Charles Dickens | ||
| a60348f | I should like to ask you: -- Does your childhood seem far off? Do the days when you sat at your mother's knee, seem days of very long ago?" Responding to his softened manner, Mr. Lorry answered: "Twenty years back, yes; at this time of my life, no. For, as I draw closer and closer to the end, I travel in the circle, nearer and nearer to the beginning. It seems to be one of the kind smoothings and preparings of the way. My heart is touched n.. | life | Charles Dickens | |
| 6f9c6c6 | I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in, I have no doubt, and, of course, if it ceased to beat, I would cease to be. But you know what I mean. I have no softness there, no--sympathy--sentiment--nonsense. | Charles Dickens | ||
| 17a31d5 | Well it seems to me that there are books that tell stories, and then there are books that tell truths...," I began. "Go on," she said "The first kind, they show you life like you want it to be. With villains getting what they deserve and the hero seeing what a fool he's been and marrying the heroine and happy ending and all that. Like Sense and Sensibility or Persuasion. But the second kind, they show you life more like it is. Like in Huckl.. | Jennifer Donnelly | ||
| abc5866 | I don't even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing, I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up: I forget them almost immediately. | nausea | Jean-Paul Sartre | |
| 22262f1 | I glance around the room. What a comedy! All these people sitting there, looking serious, eating. No, they aren't eating: they are recuperating in order to successfully finish their tasks. Each one of them has his little personal difficulty which keeps him from noticing that he exists; there isn't one of them who doesn't believe himself indispensable to something or someone. Didn't the Self-Taught Man tell me the other day: "No one better q.. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 7a2660f | A man rarely feels like laughing alone. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 682d357 | The appearance of the other in the world corresponds therefore to a congealed sliding of the whole universe. | Jean-Paul Sartre |