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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ba9fbe4 | There was nothing more beautiful in the world than the sight of a teacher getting upset. | Robert Cormier | ||
| 89a7d5a | The individual member of the social community often receives his information via visual, symbolic channels." I went back and forth over it, and translated. You know what it means? "People read." | Richard P. Feynman | ||
| 129ff6b | A tree is alive, and thus it is always more than you can see. Roots to leaves, yes-those you can, in part, see. But it is more-it is the lichens and moss and ferns that grow on its bark, the life too small to see that lives among its roots, a community we know of, but do not think on. It is every fly and bee and beetle that uses it for shelter or food, every bird that nests in its branches. Every one an individual, and yet every one part of.. | interbeing | Elizabeth Moon | |
| a3ec6a3 | Don't let a three-o'clock-at-night feeling fog your soul. | night | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 2408c63 | I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea," said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. "And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn't but of course I'll ask her just as if I didn't know." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 6a52319 | One can't stay sad for long in such an interesting world, can one? | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| b1498a7 | Nobody with any real sense of humor *can* write a love story. . . . Shakespeare is the exception that proves the rule. (90-91) | love-story romance shakespeare writing | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 6613a75 | Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality. | l-m-montgomery motherhood | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 66fec68 | It's the fools that make all the trouble in the world, not the wicked. | good stupidity | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 70b41e7 | There was no mistaking her sincerity--it breathed in every tone of her voice. Both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde recognized its unmistakable ring. But the former understood in dismay that Anne was actually enjoying her valley of humiliation--was reveling in the thoroughness of her abasement. Where was the wholesome punishment upon which she, Marilla, had plumed herself? Anne had turned it into a species of positive pleasure. | insight | L.M. Montgomery | |
| f011e11 | she] had a great reputation for unselfishness because she was always giving up a lot of things she didn't want. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 3667543 | I went up on the hill and walked about until twilight had deepened into an autumn night with a benediction of starry quietude over it. I was alone but not lonely. I was a queen in halls of fancy. | introversion pretty-prose quiet quietness romanticism solitude | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 3da2b77 | It wasn't a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked. | children grown-ups | Enid Blyton | |
| 03539f6 | Women, even the most oppressed among us, do exercise power. These powers can be used to advance feminist struggle. Forms of power held by exploited and oppressed groups are described in Elizabeth Janeway's important work Powers of the Weak. One of the most significant forms of power held by the weak is "the refusal to accept the definition of oneself that is put forward by the powerful". Janeway call this the "ordered use of the power to di.. | powers-of-the-weak | bell hooks | |
| 72bbe01 | While it has become "cool" for white folks to hang out with black people and express pleasure in black culture, most white people do not feel that this pleasure should be linked to unlearning racism." | bell hooks | ||
| 773db90 | If his drunkenness had legs, it would be Alexander the Great and conquer the known world. Then it would puke for a week into a solid gold toilet it stole from Zeus's guest room. | funny | Richard Kadrey | |
| fd998d4 | Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 295709a | How can she create with all your negative energy?" "Yeah, man. You're bringing us down." "This is about as low as it gets," Ariel said. "Where did you get those ridiculous black berets?" Moth adjusted his recently donned beatnik attire. "This is what the hip cats wear , daddy-o." "Can you dig it?" Cobweb stroked a few wisps of fake chin hair, while the others nodded and snapped their fingers." | sarcasm | Lisa Mantchev | |
| 877ced0 | If you have to cry, he said, and sometimes you can't help it, if you have to cry, cry afterwards, never during! Remember this. Unless you're with those who love you, only those who love you, and in that case you're already lucky, for there are never many who love you -- if you're with them, you can cry during. Otherwise you cry afterwards | John Berger | ||
| 528c22a | Death has come in the pantry door: stands watching them, iron and patient, with a look that says 'try to tickle me. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 27cfd87 | They have had their moment of freedom. Webley has only been a guest star. Now it's back to the cages and the rationalized forms of death--death in the service of the one species cursed with the knowledge that it will die.... "I would set you free, if I knew how. But it isn't free out here. All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the lou.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 5a7cf08 | They gaze at each other for a while, down here on the barroom floor of history, feeling sucker-punched, no clear way to get up and on with a day which is suddenly full of holes--family, friends, friends of friends, phone numbers on the Rolodex, just not there anymore. . .the bleak feeling, some mornings, that the country itself may not be there anymore, but being silently replaced screen by screen with something else, some surprise package,.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 48fbbb6 | You had to been there, kid. Everybody thinks now the Eisenhower years were so quaint and cute and boring, but all that had a price, just underneath was the pure terror. Midnight forever. If you stopped even for a minute to think, there it was and you could fall into it so easily. Some fell. Some went nuts, some even took their own lives. | idealism revisionism | Thomas Pynchon | |
| 3902eba | Oh, this beer here is cold, cold and hop-bitter, no point coming up for air, gulp, till it's all--hahhhh. | humor | Thomas Pynchon | |
| 43f3718 | In their brief time together Slothrop forms the impression that this octopus is not in good mental health, though where's his basis for comparing? | mental-health octopi octopus slothrop | Thomas Pynchon | |
| 44be9ae | She drove like one of the damned on holiday. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| dd27d42 | Street cred. Anybody who got in before '97 is considered OK - from '97 to 2000 it can go either way, maybe they're not not always cool, but usually they're not quite the kind of full-service dickhead you're seeing in the business now." "He's considered cool?" "No, he's a dickhead, but one of the early ones. A pioneer dickhead." | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 0b30f81 | But as with Maxwell's Demon, so now. Either she could not communicate, or he did not exist. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 561df91 | You wait. Everyone has an Antarctic. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| ff5233c | And what we've been always been is...?" "Is living on borrowed time. Never caring about who's paying for it, who's starving somewhere else all jammed together so we can have cheap food, a house, a yard in the burbs ... planetwide, more every day, the payback keeps gathering. And meantime the only help we get from the media is boo hoo the innocent dead. Boo fuckin hoo. You know what? All the dead are innocent. There's no uninnocent dead." Af.. | innocent koan | Thomas Pynchon | |
| be4d86a | Sometimes in the shadows the view would light up, usually when he was smoking weed, as if the contrast knob of Creation had been messed with just enough to give everything an underglow, a luminous edge, and promise that the night was about to turn epic somehow. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| b0c37eb | His life had been tied to the past. He'd seen himself a point on a moving wavefront, propagating through sterile history--a known past, a projectable future. But she was the breaking of the wave. Suddenly there was a beach, the unpredictable... new life. Past and future stopped at the beach: that was how he'd set it out. But he wanted to believe it too, the same way he loved her, past all words--believe that no matter how bad the time, noth.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| b0bcaef | The nights are filled with explosion and motor transport, and wind that brings them up over the downs a last smack of the sea. Day begins with a hot cup and a cigarette over a little table with a weak leg that Roger has repaired, provisionally, with brown twine. There's never much talk but touches and looks, smiles together, curses for parting. It is marginal, hungry, chilly - most times they're too paranoid to risk a fire - but it's someth.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 8363e50 | It means this War was never political at all, the politics was all theatre, all just to keep the people distracted...secretly, it was being dictated instead by the needs of technology...by a conspiracy between human beings and techniques, by something that needed the energy-burst of war, crying, "Money be damned, the very life of [insert name of Nation] is at stake," but meaning, most likely, dawn is nearly here, I need my night's blood, my.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| e8a466a | You can only cruise the boulevards of regret so far, and then you've got to get back up onto the freeway again. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 636573c | The Man has a branch office in each of our brains, his corporate emblem is a white albatross, each local rep has a cover known as the Ego, and their mission in this world is Bad Shit. We do know what's going on, and we let it go on. As long as we can see them, stare at them, those massively moneyed, once in a while. As long as they allow us a glimpse, however rarely. We need that. And they know it - how often, under what conditions... | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 9ad3824 | Oedipa sat on the earth, ass getting cold, wondering whether, as Driblette had suggested that night from the shower, some version of herself hadn't vanished with him. Perhaps her mind would go on flexing psychic muscles that no longer existed; would be betrayed and mocked by a phantom self as the amputee is by a phantom limb. Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phr.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 7da675e | Ten million dead. Gas. Passchendaele. Let that be now a large figure, now a chemical formula, now an historical account. But dear lord, not the Nameless Horror, the sudden prodigy sprung on a world unaware. We all saw it. There was no innovation, no special breach of nature, or suspension of familiar principles. If it came as any surprise to the public then their own blindness is the Great Tragedy, hardly the war itself. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 7a271af | She touched the edge of its voluptuous field, knowing it would be lovely beyond dreams simply to submit to it; that not gravity's pull, laws of ballistics, feral ravening, promised more delight. She tested it, shivering: I am meant to remember. Each clue that comes is supposed to have its own clarity, its fine chances for permanence. But then she wondered if the gemlike "clues" were only some kind of compensation. To make up for her having .. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 76061b2 | There are two more turds, smaller ones, and when he has eaten these, residual shit to lick out of her anus. He prays that she'll let him drop the cape over himself, to be allowed, in the silk-lined darkness, to stay a while longer with his submissive tongue straining upward into her asshole. But she moves away. The fur evaporates from his hands. She orders him to masturbate for her. She has watched Captain Blicero with Gottfried, and has le.. | reality-check sex sex-advice truth | Thomas Pynchon | |
| 67eeb6a | As if the dead really do persist, even in a bottle of wine. | death persist persistence remembrance wine | Thomas Pynchon | |
| a9a6099 | It's a very American trait, this wanting people to think well of us. It's a young want, and I am ashamed of it in myself. I am not always a good daughter, even though my lacks are in areas different from her complaints. Haven't I learned yet that the desire to be perfect is always disastrous and, at the least, loses me in the mire of false guilt? | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 99c5cf8 | For that moment, at least, all our doors and windows were wide open; we were not carefully shutting out God's purifying light, in order to feel safe and secure; we were bathed in the same light that burned and yet did not consume the bush. We walked barefoot on holy ground. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| bf162ec | Now wonder our youth is confused and in pain; they long for God, for the transcendent, and they are offered, far too often, either piosity or sociology, neither of which meets their needs, and they are introduced to churches which have become buildings that are a safe place to go to escape the awful demands of God. | Madeleine L'Engle |