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| ac2ebae | Sometimes he remembered having heard how soldiers under fire in the trenches, and having nothing to do, try hard to find some occupation the more easily to bear the danger. It seemed to Pierre that all men were like those soldiers, seeking refuge from life: some in ambition, some in cards, some in framing laws, some in women, some in playthings, some in horses, some in politics, some in sport, some in wine, and some in government service. '.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 520379b | for nightinggales - we know - can't live on fairytales. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 1dfa58e | All his life the example of a syllogism he had studied in Kiesewetter's logic - "Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal" - had seemed to him to be true only in relation to Caius the man, man in general, and it was quite justified , but he wasn't Caius and he wasn't man in general, and he had always been something quite, quite special apart from all other beings; he was Vanya, with Mama, with Papa, with Mitya and Volodya, .. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 98abd4a | If there is a God and future life, there is truth and good, and man's highest happiness consists in striving to attain them. We must live, we must love, and we must believe that we live not only today on this scrap of earth, but have lived and shall live | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| bd3af4c | Perhaps it's because I appreciate all I have so much that I don't worry about what I haven't got. | happiness inspirational life | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 6514143 | There is an Eastern fable, told long ago, of a traveller overtaken on a plain by an enraged beast. Escaping from the beast he gets into a dry well, but sees at the bottom of the well a dragon that has opened its jaws to swallow him. And the unfortunate man, not daring to climb out lest he should be destroyed by the enraged beast, and not daring to leap to the bottom of the well lest he should be eaten by the dragon, seizes s twig growing in.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 7f6d526 | Whatever question arose, a swarm of these drones, without having finished their buzzing on a previous theme, flew over to the new one and by their hum drowned and obscured the voices of those who were disputing honestly. | dissent | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 89b6b35 | Leo Tolstoy's life has been devoted to replacing the method of violence for removing tyranny or securing reform by the method of nonresistance to evil. He would meet hatred expressed in violence by love expressed in selfsuffering. | Mahatma Gandhi | ||
| 9f3228c | What she did not know, and would never have believed, was that though her soul seemed to have been grown over with an impenetrable layer of mould, some delicate blades of grass, young and tender, were already pushing their way upwards, destined to take root and send out living shoots so effectively that her all-consuming grief would soon be lost and forgotten. The wound was healing from inside. | healing soul wound | Leo Tolstoy | |
| f2ad4e5 | The problem, dear professor, is that you wanted someone who could be made intelligent but still be kept in a cage and displayed when necessary to reap the honors you seek. The hitch is that I'm a person. | Daniel Keys | ||
| 7820733 | Rochester: I am to take mademoiselle to the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys among the volcano-tops, and mademoiselle shall live with me there, and only me. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 343362d | Absolutely, sir! Oh, you need not be jealous! I wanted to tease you a little to make you less sad: I thought anger would be better than grief. But if you wish me to love you, could you but see how much I DO love you, you would be proud and content. All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence for ever. | jane-eyre love | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 4b86c82 | But I tell you--and mark my words--you will come some day to a craggy pass in the channel, where the whole of life's stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current... | rochester | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 8c61c62 | At heart, he could not abide sense in women: he liked to see them as silly, as light-headed, as vain, as open to ridicule as possible; because they were then in reality what he held them to be, and wished them to be,--inferior: toys to play with, to amuse a vacant hour and to be thrown away. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 6089d3f | You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it. | love | Charlotte Brontë | |
| f14b09d | Answers come and go, I've found. But the questions? Those remain forever. | T.A. Barron | ||
| 3e384ea | It doesn't matter who you marry, as long as he thinks like you and is a gentleman and a Southerner and prideful. For a woman, love comes after marriage." "Oh, Pa, that's such an Old Country notion!" "And a good notion it is! All this American business of running around marrying for love, like servants, like Yankees! The best marriages are when the parents choose for the girl. For how can a silly piece like yourself tell a good man from a sc.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 1da91d9 | You can't make me mad by calling me names that are true. Certainly I'm a rascal, and why not? It's a free country and a man may be a rascal if he chooses. It's only hypocrites like you, my dear lady, just as black at heart but trying to hide it, who becomes enraged when called by their right names. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| b8bb7a9 | Ellen's life was not easy, nor was it happy, but she did not expect life to be easy, and, if it was not happy, that was woman's lot. It was a man's world, and she accepted it as such. The man owned the property, and the woman managed it. The man took credit for the management, and the woman praised his cleverness. The man roared like a bull when a splinter was in his finger, and the woman muffled the moans of childbirth, lest she disturb hi.. | kindness men women | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 0035cc9 | Yes, as Rhett had prophesied, marriage could be a lot of fun. Not only was it fun but she was learning many things. That was odd in itself, because Scarlett had thought life could teach her no more. Now she felt like a child, every day on the brink of a new discovery. | marriage | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 3884542 | Crackers are short on sparkle. | sparkle | Margaret Mitchell | |
| e4a649e | My love is like to ice, and I to fire; How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolv'd through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat Is not delay'd by her heart-frozen cold; But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, And feel my flames augmented manifold! What more miraculous thing may be told, That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice; And ice, which is .. | poetry | Edmund Spenser | |
| 9073588 | If there was one thing I had never been, it was mysterious, and if there was one thing I had never done, it was not talk. | mysterious talk | Lauren Bacall | |
| 457b760 | I wondered how it could be that two people who had loved could yet have such a misconception of each other and, with a common grief, grow far apart. There must be something in the nature of love between a man and a woman that drove them to torment and suspicion. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 7264c30 | He had the face of one who walks in his sleep, and for a wild moment the idea came to me that perhaps he was not normal, not altogether sane. There were people who had trances, I had surely heard of them, and they followed strange laws of which we could know nothing, they obeyed the tangled orders of their own sub-conscious minds. Perhaps he was one of them, and here we were within six feet of death. | sleep somnambulists trance | Daphne du Maurier | |
| 2908910 | If we don't have that, what do we have to live for? Does it matter if it's a lie if it keeps us alive? | Beth Revis | ||
| 8db108e | He looks once in my eyes, a question still there. But we are beyond questions. We are in a plsce where there are only answers, and my answer to him is yes. | Beth Revis | ||
| 0e42fbb | The sea is a dangerous place because it makes you believe in forever. | Beth Revis | ||
| 2027340 | I can think of nothing but the stars. It is like a piece of my soul had been lost, empty, and it is now filled with the light of a million stars. They are all that I have ever dreamed of; they are nothing that I ever expected... I will never, never be the same. I have seen stars. Real stars. | stars | Beth Revis | |
| b45ec9a | Vella looked around. "This is really a revolting place, Yarblek," she told him. "You've been spending too much time with Porenn," he said. "You're starting to get delicate." "How would you like to have me gut you?" she offered. "That's my girl." | David Eddings | ||
| 1466a40 | The whole world is beautiful, Belgarion' Eriond assured him in response to that unspoken thought. 'You just have to know how to look at it | life-philosophy wisdom | David Eddings | |
| f792f96 | I did not ask. Later I felt bad about this. I knew, even then, that whenever I nodded along in ignorance, I lost an opportunity, betrayed the wonder in me by privileging the appearance of knowing over the work of finding out. | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| 17db12c | Black is beautiful--which is to say that the black body is beautiful, that black hair must be guarded against the torture of processing and lye, that black skin must be guarded against bleach, that our noses and mouths must be protected against modern surgery. We are all our beautiful bodies and so must never be prostrate before barbarians, must never submit our original self, our one of one, to defiling and plunder. | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| 4f47594 | And for so long I have wanted to escape into the Dream, to fold my country over my head like a blanket. But this has never been an option because the Dream rests on our backs, the bedding made from our bodies. | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| c56c202 | A dead man is the worst enemy alive, I thought. You can't alter his power over you. You can't alter what you love or owe. And it's too late to ask him for his absolution. He has beaten you all ways. | enemy regret | John le Carré | |
| ee9baf4 | When the job's done, he smacks me on the shoulder and we run off like handsome thieves. We both laugh and run, and the moment is so thick around me that I feel like dropping into it to let it carry me. I love the laughter of this night. Our footsteps run, and I don't want them to end. I want to run and laugh and feel like this forever. I want to avoid my awkward moment when the realness of reality sticks its fork into our flesh, leaving us .. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 215f0a5 | One wild card was yet to be played. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ffbccf6 | I wanted to drown inside a woman in the feeling and drooling of the love I could give her. I wanted her pulse to crush me with its intensity. That's what I wanted. That's what I wanted myself to be. | feeling intensity want what-i-want woman | Markus Zusak | |
| 88db4ec | If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me. | soul | Markus Zusak | |
| 888d145 | It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them | Markus Zusak | ||
| 8313029 | The silence was always the greates temptation. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 39824c3 | That's when I have to ask him. "Can you really talk like that? Being holy and all?" "What? Because I'm a priest?" He finishes the dregs of his coffee. "Sure. God knows what's important." | cussing holiness holy language priest | Markus Zusak | |
| 80f8d19 | Now more than ever, 33 Himmel Street was a place of silence, and it did not go unnoticed that the Duden Dictionary was completely and utterly mistaken, especially with its related words. Silence was not quiet or calm, and it was not peace. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 980c9f7 | Emma was no asleep, she was pretending to be asleep; and, while he was dozing off at her side, she lay awake, dreaming other dreams. | Gustave Flaubert |