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| 777ffea | To those who suspect that intellect is a subversive force in society, it will not do to reply that intellect is really a safe, bland, and emollient thing. In a certain sense, the suspicious Tories and militant philistines are right: intellect is dangerous. Left free, there is nothing it will not reconsider, analyze, throw into question. "Let us admit the case of the conservative," John Dewey once wrote. "If we once start thinking no one can.. | criticism intellectual intellectualism intellectuals radicalism | Richard Hofstadter | |
| f925f90 | Eve: "You already own half the universe" Roarke: "Why settle for half when you can have all?" | eve-dallas roarke | J.D. Robb | |
| 1bd9390 | I don't get it. Scratch, bite, squeal, slap. Why do women fight like that? They've got fists. It's embarrassing to our entire gender. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 4f06f99 | Life has very little even ground. | even-ground fair fairness life | J.D. Robb | |
| 8b365ba | No, it had never been like this for him before, with anyone. Of all the women he'd known, she was the only one he was compelled to be with, driven to touch. Beyond the physical, the basic and apparently unsatiable lust she inspired in him, was a constant fascination. Her mind, her heart, her secrets, her scars. He had told her once they were two lost souls. He thought now he'd spoken no more than the truth. But with each other, they'd found.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| df8d258 | It was the first day in the life of the new lean and mean Peabody. An hour later, she lay on the grubby floor wheezing like the dying. Her quads and hamstrings burned, her glutes wept, and her arms couldn't stop screaming for mama. "Never doing this again," she announced. "Yes, you are," she corrected. "Can't. Dying. Can. Will. Help me, I think I broke my ass. Wimp, pussy. Shut up." | peabody | J.D. Robb | |
| 34db8ad | How can I love you and not be afraid? You're my life, Eve, my heart. You're asking, you're wondering if I ever worry, if I ever fear, that one day Peabody or Feeney, your commander--a cop who's become a friend--will knock on my door? Of course I do. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 426892f | The tales of Elfland do not stand or fall on their actuality but on their truthfulness, their speaking to the human condition, the longings we all have for the Faerie Other. | fantasy | Jane Yolen | |
| 85de9d4 | On the meridian of time there is no injustice: there is only the poetry of motion creating the illusion of truth and drama. If at any moment anywhere one comes face to face with the absolute, that great sympathy which makes men like Gautama and Jesus seem divine freezes away; the monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should want roses. For some reason or other man .. | Henry Miller | ||
| 3cd1f04 | People get sick and sometimes they get better and sometimes they don't. And it doesn't matter if the sickness is cancer or if it's depression. Sometimes the drugs work and sometimes they don't. Sometimes the drugs work for a while and then they stop. Sometimes the alternative stuff works and sometimes it doesn't. And sometimes you wonder if no outside interference makes any difference at all; if an illness is like a storm, if it simply has .. | illness philosophy | Marian Keyes | |
| 9e87be6 | I suppose I wanted to have my cake and eat it. But then again, what were you going to do with your cake if not eat it? Frame it? Use it as a sachet in your underwear drawer? | humor | Marian Keyes | |
| 2d4075b | I wished there was some kind of switch on my brain. That I could turn it off in the same way that I could turn off the television. Just click it off and immediately empty my mind of all these images and worrying thoughts. And simply leave a blank screen. Or if I could just remove my head and put it on the bedside table and forget about it until morning. And then attach it again when I needed it. | worrying | Marian Keyes | |
| d542922 | Everyone knows the first rule of business is "Look good during confrontations." Or if it isn't, it should be." | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| b6c0f5c | Sometimes I hope I'm building up a stockpile of missing laughs, and when I've recovered, they'll all come exploding out in one gigantic fit that lasts twenty-four hours. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| cda1948 | He's the one I think about. All the time. He's the voice I want to hear. When my phone bleeps, I hope it's him. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 84d2d27 | I often wonder what she's thinking," says Ed, still gazing up at her. "That's quite an intriguing expression she has." "I often wonder that myself," chimes in Malcolm Gledhill eagerly. "She seems to have such a look of serenity and happiness...Obviously, from what you've said, she has a certain emotional connection with the painter Malory...I often wonder if he was reading her poetry as he painted..." "What an idiot this man is," says Sadie.. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 7bc68ab | I need to backtrack. I need to reboot. Do not save changes | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| d02ddd7 | He considers me also a little fragile because artistic. I need to be cared for, like a potted plant. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 4c6bc4b | My own view of myself was that I was small and innocuous, a marshmallow compared to the others. I was a poor shot with a 22, for instance, and not very good with an ax. It took me a long time to figure out that the youngest in a family of dragons is still a dragon from the point of view of those who find dragons alarming. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 706bb04 | Stick a shovel into the ground almost anywhere and some horrible thing or other will come to light. Good for trade, we thrive on bones; without them there'd be no stories. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 5c29ea0 | Also, if a man takes pride in his disguise skills, it would be a foolish wife who would claim to recognise him: it's always an imprudence to step between a man and the reflection of his own cleverness. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 0f3c3a2 | I tried to visualize my jealousy as a yellowy-brown cloud boiling around inside me, then going out through my nose like smoke and turning into a stone and falling down into the ground. That did work a little. But in my visualization a plant covered with poison berries would grow out of the stone, whether I wanted it to or not. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| b15ed7d | Some days I do appreciate things more, eggs, flowers, but then I decide I'm only having an attack of sentimentality, my brain going pastel Technicolor, like a beautiful-sunset greeting cards they used to make so many of in California. High-gloss hearts. The danger is grayout. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| abeb5d7 | It's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| f88b7e2 | Can a single ant be said to be alive, in any meaningful sense of the word, or does it only have relevance in terms of its anthill? | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 76ba8c6 | Now I can see how that can happen. You can fall in love with anybody--a fool, a criminal, a nothing. There are no good rules. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 332632c | I would never blame a human creature for feeling lonely. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| a1f8288 | As we know from the study of history, no new system can impose itself upon a previous one without incorporating many of the elements to be found in the latter... | history incorporation | Margaret Atwood | |
| 987b5a6 | Is that how we lived, then? But we lived as usual. Everyone does, most of the time. Whatever is going on is as usual. Even this is as usual, now. We lived, as usual, by ignoring. Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 7b523dd | But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 97b3daa | You can't keep a cool head when you're drowning in love. You just thrash around a lot and scream, and wear yourself out. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 64c8a27 | The proper study of Mankind is Everything. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 7eb0a6c | The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night. | beauty beauty-in-literature | William Shakespeare | |
| 24438b8 | Senor, las tristezas no se hicieron para las bestias, sino para los hombres; pero si los hombres las sienten demasiado, se vuelven bestias... | hombre quijote sancho | Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra | |
| 83ca46c | I could hear rain still pouring from the gutters and a thin branch scraping against one of the windows; but the church seemed completely cut off from the restless day outside--just as I felt cut off from the church. I thought: I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness. | Dodie Smith | ||
| f27c84d | Certain unique books seem to be without forerunners or successors as far as their authors are concerned. Even though they may profoundly influence the work of other writers, for their creator they're complete, not leading anywhere. | books | Dodie Smith | |
| 025b5d1 | The tea was a comfort - and by that time I more than needed comfort. | Dodie Smith | ||
| 368ecfb | Because the Christian God is not a lonely God, but rather a communion of three persons, faith leads human beings into the divine communion. One cannot, however, have a self-enclosed communion with the Triune God- a "foursome," as it were-- for the Christian God is not a private deity. Communion with this God is at once also communion with those others who have entrusted themselves in faith to the same God. Hence one and the same act of fait.. | trinity | Miroslav Volf | |
| 3915a99 | Am I holding her together as much as she's keeping me from falling apart? | Katie McGarry | ||
| 4765c60 | There's a reason why people shouldn't talk at four in the morning. Exhaustion eliminates the ability to lie. It demolishes the ability to tiptoe around the truth. Emotions are too exposed and real. Heightened to the point of explosion. | Katie McGarry | ||
| dd869b7 | I stood as she straightened and snaked my arms around her, pulling her close to me, savoring the feel of every delicate curve. For three weeks, I spent my time convincing myself that our breakup was the right choice. But being this close to her, hearing her laugh, listening to her voice, I knew I had been telling myself lies. Her eyes widened when I lowered my head to hers. "It doesn't have to be this way. We can find a way to make us work.. | Katie McGarry | ||
| b66fce7 | Normal. She wanted normal and so did I. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 8a31641 | Those aren't girls. They're vultures. | high-school high-school-girls | Katie McGarry | |
| 9a828da | I will her to look away, but she doesn't and I'm secretly proud the girl won't back down. I hate this connection. I crave this connection. She's continually messing with my head. | Katie McGarry |