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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5a751aa | You got to fight them, Celie, she say. I can't do it for you. You got to fight them for yourself. I don't say nothing. I think bout Nettie, dead. She fight, she run away. What good it do? I don't fight, I stay where I'm told. But I'm alive. | Alice Walker | ||
| ae1cbee | The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don't have any. --ALICE WALKER | Demi Lovato | ||
| ab4f3b6 | Writing poems is my way of celebrating with the world that I have not committed suicide the evening before. | Alice Walker | ||
| 72e4c9b | If you could have confidence in nature you would not have to fear. It would keep you up. Creative is nature. Rapid. Lavish. Inspirational. It shapes leaves. It rolls the waters of the earth. Man is the chief of this. All creations are his just inheritance. You don't know what you've got within you. A person either creates or he destroys. There is no neutrality. | nature nature-of-man | Saul Bellow | |
| 873cafc | I went away and cried to the Master of the Universe, "What have you done to me? A mind like this I need for a son? A heart I need for a son, a soul I need for a son, compassion I want from my son, righteousness, mercy, strength to suffer and carry pain, that I want from my son, not a mind without a soul!" | compassion hasidic-judaism intelligence judaism parenting | Chaim Potok | |
| aa8b93d | It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| ce754c6 | My mother smiled. "I know my baby wasn't like that." I looked at her. "Like what?" "Like those awful people. Those awful dead people at that hospital." She paused. "I knew you'd decide to be all right again." | Sylvia Plath | ||
| acadd08 | A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin. I was sitting out on the steps today, uneasy with fear and discontent. Peter, (the little boy-across-the-street) with the pointed pale face, the grave blue eyes and the slow fragile smile came bringing his adorable sister Libby of the flaxen braids and the firm, lyrically-formed child-body. They stood shyly f.. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| ef6e5e8 | When am I going to see you?" "Do you really want to know?" "Very much." "Never," I said, and hung up with a resolute click." | Sylvia Plath | ||
| b1ed22b | And I knew that in spite of all the roses and kisses and restaurant dinners a man showered on a woman before he married her, what he secretly wanted when the wedding service ended was for her to flatten out underneath his feet like Mrs. Willard's kitchen mat. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 7dfe776 | I knew I should be grateful to Mrs Guinea, only I couldn't feel a thing. If Mrs Guinea had given me a ticket to Europe, or a round-the-world cruise, it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air. | depression guilt mental-health sour stagnent stale the-bell-jar travel | Sylvia Plath | |
| 37f3d23 | If I was going to fall, I would hang on to my small comforts, at least, for as long as I possibly could. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 9b68895 | How could I write about life when I'd never had a love affair or a baby or seen anybody die? | Sylvia Plath | ||
| f14b0e3 | The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here. | poetry | Sylvia Plath | |
| bd6acf0 | What I cannot forgive is dishonesty - and no matter what, or how hard, I would rather know the truth of which I today had such a clear & devastating vision from his mouth than hear foul evasions, blurrings and rattiness. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| d080164 | Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, are not. What I mean to say is, without her words, I'd be exponentially more messed up than I am already. | fangirling identify-with obsession sylvia-plath the-bell-jar | Arlaina Tibensky | |
| da42e4c | it seemed to me that the entire world was like a palace with countless rooms whose doors opened into one another. We were able to pass from one room to the next only by exercising out memories and imaginations, but most of us, in our laziness, rarely exercised these capacities, and forever remained in the same room | life-coaching memories | Orhan Pamuk | |
| 34df8d0 | How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another's heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known? Even if the world's rich and powerful were to put themselves in the shoes of the rest, how much would they really understand the wretched millions suffering around them? So it is when Orhan the novelist peers into .. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 1921dc6 | Ideally, travel broadens our perspectives personally, culturally, and politically. Suddenly, the palette with which we paint the story of our lives has more colors. | Rick Steves | ||
| 97aeb27 | How am I supposed to let you go, that's all I'm asking. I want to hold you again, smell you, and, yes too, I just want you to fade. To please, please fade... | Dennis Lehane | ||
| d85bf4a | But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking. | grief heartache lonesome loss love love-lost miss missing-her missing-someone mournography no-going-back sadness | Dennis Lehane | |
| 39a3bd6 | We were supposed to grow old together, Dolores. Have kids. Take walks under old trees. I wanted to watch the lines etch themselves into your flesh and know when each and every one of them appeared. Die together. | Dennis Lehane | ||
| e0d1727 | Your mother and I had always been secretly pleased that you were so headstrong and passionate about your causes. Once you were gone, we understood that these were the qualities that painted young men as smart and ambitious and young women as trouble. | Karin Slaughter | ||
| 6e7639b | But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why. | Aimee Bender | ||
| 3139670 | Learn always but never appear to be learning. | favorite-quote jason-bourne | Robert Ludlum | |
| 9f90b0e | It's easy to manipulate your children when they're absolutely sure you're stupid. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| e400438 | I don't freeze up because it isn't my battle. I'm helping. I'm watching. But I'm free. Because it's Ender's game. | culpability | Orson Scott Card | |
| 1e2a4ce | Thank God for you, Ender. Thank God. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| a1421de | Peace. That's what salaam means. Peace unto you." The words brought forth an echo from Ender's memory. His mother's voice reading to him softly, when he was very young. ... The kiss, the word, the peace were with him still. I am only what I remember, and Alai is my friend in a memory so intense that they can't tear him out. Like Valentine, the strongest memory of all." | Orson Scott Card | ||
| b369898 | What a laugh, though. To think that one human being could ever really know another. You could get used to each other, get so habituated that you could speak their words right along with them, but you never knew why other people said what they said or did what they did, because they never even knew themselves. Nobody understands anybody. And yet somehow we live together, mostly in peace, and get things done with a high enough success rate t.. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 21a9ddc | America's intellectual community has never been very bright. Or honest. They're all sheep, following whatever the intellectual fashion of the decade happens to be. Demanding that everyone follow their dicta in lockstep. Everyone has to be open-minded and tolerant of the things they believe, but God forbid they should ever concede, even for a moment, that someone who disagrees with them might have some fingerhold of truth. | lies lockstep patterns truth | Orson Scott Card | |
| 0f20c2f | She remembered the story from her childhood, about Adam and Eve in the garden, and the talking snake. Even as a little girl she had said - to the consternation of her family - What kind of idiot was Eve, to believe a snake? But now she understood, for she had heard the voice of the snake and had watched as a wise and powerful man had fallen under its spell. Eat the fruit and you can have the desires of your heart. It's not evil, it's noble .. | forbidden-fruit garden-of-eden sin | Orson Scott Card | |
| 33785c0 | My father always said that government is like watching another man piss in your boot. Someone feels better but it certainly isn't you. | government humor | Orson Scott Card | |
| 6b09c73 | Those single-track military minds never think to ask their cleaning staff for help in giant lethal marauding creature matters. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 3458b76 | I smiled. "I understand now. But It doesn't matter and you needn't apologize. They have been very kind to me too. Even if we did differ a little about suitable dresses." He considered me a moment, a mischievous light creeping into his eyes, and said: "Was THAT the dress - that night you wouldn't come out of your room?" I grinned and nodded, and we both laughed;" | Robin McKinley | ||
| b09c32e | It can't beat us!" Pa said. "Can't it, Pa?" Laura asked stupidly. "No," said Pa. "It's got to quit sometime and we don't. It can't lick us. We won't give up." Then Laura felt a warmth inside her. It was very small but it was strong. It was steady, like a tiny light in the dark, and it burned very low but no winds could make it flicker because it would not give up." | Laura Ingalls Wilder | ||
| c04bc78 | They were looking after themselves, living with rigid economy; and there was no greater proof of their friendship than the way their harmony withstood their very grave differences in domestic behaviour. In Jack's opinion Stephen was little better than a slut: his papers, odd bits of dry, garlic'd bread, his razors and small-clothes lay on and about his private table in a miserable squalor; and from the appearance of the grizzled wig that wa.. | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| 33f21dd | It is fortunate for this community that I am not a criminal. | criminals detectives intellect london sherlock-holmes superiority | Arthur Conan Doyle | |
| 9b17afd | He seems to have declared war on the King's English as well as on the English king. | Arthur Conan Doyle | ||
| ef381bb | Ideally, of course, a relationship is best, but then how many people are capable of deep feeling? Practically none. | Gore Vidal | ||
| 3fbd7b0 | Nothing human is finally calculable; even to ourselves we are strange. | Gore Vidal | ||
| 5204c1c | We're always being made promises,' she said. 'You make them yourself and you listen to others giving theirs. Politicians are always going on about providing a better quality of life for people as they get older, and a health service in which nobody ever gets bedsores. Banks promise you high interest rates, some food promises to make you lose weight if you eat it, and body creams guarantee old age with fewer wrinkles. Life is quite simply a .. | Henning Mankell | ||
| 913b17f | Dreams can be of value even if you don't have an opportunity to turn them into reality. | reality value | Henning Mankell | |
| 8438dbc | Love is homesickness. | Nora Ephron |