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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f722ded | The main question is "Do you own your pain?" As long as you do not own your pain--that is, integrate your pain into your way of being in the world--the danger exists that you will use the other to seek healing for yourself. When you speak to others about your pain without fully owning it, you expect something from them that they cannot give. As a result, you will feel frustrated, and those you wanted to help will feel confused, disappointed.. | Henri J.M. Nouwen | ||
| 8044e49 | In a fallen world marked by human depravity and deep-seated sin, in a world where Hitler and Stalin had recruited millions of followers to commit mass murder, love must harness power and seek justice in order to have moral meaning. Love without power remained impotent, and power without love was bankrupt. | followers hitler humanity impotence love mass-murder moral-meaning power sin stalin | Timothy B. Tyson | |
| 5220ee7 | How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream. | Kahlil Gibran | ||
| 661c2ef | mndh btd ldhr l~ 'ymn hdhh wlfy'@ lmtmsk@ blshrf lmwrwth ttHlf wttfq m` lkhn wrw's l'dyn `l~ lsh`b hy `l@ mzmn@ qbD@ b'Zfrh `l~ `nq ljm`@ lbshry@ wln tzwl l bzwl lGbw@ mn hdh l`lm `ndm ySyr `ql kl rjl mlk wySbH qlb kl mr'@ khn | Kahlil Gibran | ||
| 779cb58 | Sometimes the biggest gain in productive energy will come from cleaning the cobwebs, dealing with old business, and clearing the desks--cutting loose debris that's impeding forward motion. | David Allen | ||
| d4c9a11 | Helping other people is a drug so dangerous that there is no cure short of total abstention. | Penelope Fitzgerald | ||
| 3bb7d3e | She had a kind heart, though that is not of much use when it comes to the matter of self-preservation. | Penelope Fitzgerald | ||
| e277e82 | My faith tells me that God shared poverty, suffering, and death with human beings, which can only mean that such things are full of dignity and meaning, even though to believe this makes a great demand on one's faith, and to act as if this were true in any way we understand is to be ridiculous. It is ridiculous also to act as if it were not absolutely and essentially true all the same. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| 9abef4d | I have never distinguished readily between thinking and dreaming. I know my life would be much different if I could ever say, This I have learned from my senses, while that I have merely imagined. | reality thinking | Marilynne Robinson | |
| f15ac0a | I have spent my life watching, not to see beyond the world, merely to see, great mystery, what is plainly before my eyes. I think the concept of transcendence is based on a misreading of creation. With all respect to heaven, the scene of the miracle is here, among us. The eternal as an idea is much less preposterous than time, and this very fact should seize our attention. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| 9a67427 | What an embarrassment that was, being somewhere because there was nowhere else for you to be. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| a7275ed | Everything that falls upon the eye is apparition, a sheet dropped over the world's true workings. The nerves and the brain are tricked, and one is left with dreams that these specters loose their hands from ours and walk away, the curve of the back and the swing of the coat so familiar as to imply that they should be permanent fixtures of the world, when in fact nothing is more perishable. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| c201e62 | It seems to me some people just go around lookin' to get their faith unsettled. That has been the fashion for the last hundred years or so. | faith religion | Marilynne Robinson | |
| 5b3a8c1 | I'm sure all that you've heard is just the usual gossip, invented to injure feelings rather than illuminate truth. | truth | Joyce Carol Oates | |
| 2fac7a6 | In one day I had altered my life; my life, therefore, was alterable. This simple axiom did not call out for exegesis; no, it entered my bloodstream directly, as powerful as heroin. I could feel it pump and surge, the way it brightened my veins to a kind of glass. I had wakened that morning to narrowness and predestination and now I was falling asleep in the storm of my own free will. | Carol Shields | ||
| a07487c | The larger loneliness of our lives evolves from our unwillingness to spend ourselves, stir ourselves. We are always damping down our inner weather, permitting ourselves the comforts of postponement, of rehearsals | Carol Shields | ||
| 81b9cc8 | She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls' hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to. | freedom girl incest pen rape teen writing | Cynthia Voigt | |
| c31a38b | There are friends one makes at a youthful age in whom one simply rejoices, for whom one possesses a love and loyalty mysteriously lacking in the friendships made in after-years, no matter how genuine. | William Styron | ||
| d792df5 | Why would you do that? (Delphine) Why do you think? (Jericho) Because I'm a bossy hag and you'd rather be enslaved to a man you hate than deal with me. (Delphine) You know...you're not funny. (Jericho) I think I'm hysterical. (Delphine) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 9d53b5b | Look. Let's just say he's in Tabitha's line of work. Okay? (Selena) Ladies' lingerie? He hardly looks the type to sell that. (Sunshine) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| d4f03ed | You were first-string running back last year. What happened?" - Coach "Stone's mouth happened. It needed to be closed, and I was a little too obliging to shut it." - Nick" | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 2a8f230 | I didn't have years. But I am a quick learner and was in human-sponge mode. I demonstrated. | Graeme Simsion | ||
| 5613243 | I watched as Humphrey Bogart's character used beans as a metaphor for the relative unimportance in the wider world of his relationship with Ingrid Bergman's character, and chose logic and decency ahead of his selfish emotional desires. The quandary and resulting decision made for an engrossing film. But this was not what people cried about. They were in love and could not be together. I repeated this statement to myself, trying to force an .. | humphrey-bogart ingrid-bergman love unrequited-love | Graeme Simsion | |
| ecdc468 | All right, then. Emergency medical situation, take two." He leaped to his feet, staggered, keeled over, then lifted his head weakly. "Chloe? Is that you?" He coughed. "Do you have my insulin?" I placed it in his outstretched hand. "You saved my life," he said. "How can I ever repay you?" "Undying servitude sounds good. I like my eggs scrambled." He held up a piece of fruit. "Would you settle for a bruised apple?" I laughed." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| b5fb428 | She's useful to me, I'm useful to her. As long as that continues, Rowan Street is safe from an old-lady smack down of epic proportions. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 15f9d22 | And the lesson is that I should always wear these, so no one asks me to do anything crazy like climb onto a roof. ~Jaime Vegas on why she wears three inch heels on a mission | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 0556fbb | I need to get ready. Ash? Touch the food and I won't take you for a driving lesson tomorrow. Dad? Touch it and I'll make take him for a driving lesson tomorrow." Dad backed away from the counter. Ash scowled. I laughed and continued upstairs." -- | logic maya | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 4aaf997 | The impulse is being called reactionary now, but lovers of Middle-earth want to go there. I would myself, like a shot. For in the end it is Middle-earth and its dwellers that we love, not Tolkien's considerable gifts in showing it to us. I said once that the world he charts was there long before him, and I still believe it. He is a great enough magician to tap our most common nightmares, daydreams and twilight fancies, but he never invented.. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 329c778 | No," he repeated, and this time the word tolled in another voice, a king's voice... whose grief was not for what he did not have, but for what he could not give." | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| a0b1d70 | Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of anything. Whatever you have been, you are mine now. I can hold you. | love | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 0052554 | He was part of this river of cars, aiding its sluggish tide and in turn aided by it. Without losing his identity, free to turn out of the tide when he chose, he still belonged to something. | Jim Thompson | ||
| f709ec5 | Flight is many things. Something clean and swift, like a bird skimming across the sky. Or something filthy and crawling; a series of crablike movements through figurative and literal slime, a process of creeping ahead, jumping sideways, running backward. It is sleeping in fields and river bottoms. It is bellying for miles along an irrigation ditch. It is back roads, spur railroad lines, the tailgate of a wildcat truck, a stolen car and a d.. | Jim Thompson | ||
| 6a04b56 | That's what she keeps you around for, to diddle her fiddle. Because you're low-hung and she's high-strung! | Jim Thompson | ||
| de4ca42 | When life attains a crisis, man's focus narrows. | Jim Thompson | ||
| fa3bccf | All you ever were was a little bit of the universe, thinking to itself. Very specific; this bit, here, right now. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 8cefeb0 | This is so much like the old days. And, again, I have mixed feelings. In some ways it's good and comfortable to be fitting straight back in like I've never been away, but, on the other hand, I'm getting this constrictive feeling as well. It's the same places - like the bars and pubs on Friday night - the same people, the same conversations, the same arguments and the same attitudes. Five years away and not much seems to have changed. I can'.. | Iain Banks | ||
| 0280bd4 | My greatest enemies are Women and the Sea. These things I hate. Women because they are weak and stupid and live in the shadow of men and are nothing compared to them, and the Sea because it has always frustrated me, destroying what I have built, washing away what I have left, wiping clean the marks I have made. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| a5f5b57 | Changers] were a threat to identity, a challenge to the individualism even of those they were never likely to impersonate. It had nothing to do with souls or physical or spiritual possession; it was, as the Idirans well understood, the behavouristic copying of another which revolted. Individuality, the thing which most humans held more precious than anything else about themselves, was somehow cheapened by the ease with which a Changer could.. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 3754751 | He squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| a659b73 | Melanie still grieves for Jared," she stated. I felt my head nod without willing the action. "You grieve for him." I closed my eyes. "The dreams continue?" "Every night," I mumbled. "Tell me about then." Her voice was soft, persuasive. "I don't like to talk about them." "I know. Try. It might help." "How? How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes? That I wake up and cry when he's not there? That the memo.. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 12c96df | Though there was no sound, there was a change. The atmosphere, which had gone tense at my accusation, relaxed. I wondered how I knew this. I had a strange sensation that I was somehow receiving more than my five senses were giving me - almost a feeling that there was another sense, on the fringes, not quite harnessed. Intuition? That was almost the right word. As if any creature needed more than five senses. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 4f5303d | But... when I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave it's mark - on both of you. I'm not sure those kinds of stitches dissolve on their own. I can't blame either of you for something I made necessary. I may gain forgiveness, but that doesn't let me escape the consequences. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| ede8e6d | humankind's limited scope of mercy was reserved for their own. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| b5eae7f | I wanted myself. I wouldn't let what was mine be destroyed. | mine myself | Stephenie Meyer |