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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| fdf77e2 | I'm wearing clothes in my thoughts and dreams though. What am I wearing in yours?" she asked. "Me." Conversation between Mary Rose and Harrison in Julie Garwood's FOR THE ROSES" | Julie Garwood | ||
| 730b0b2 | Johanna sat by the fire every night and worked on her tapestry. Dumfries waited until she was settled in her chair and then draped himself across her feet. It became a ritual for Alex to squeeze himself up next to her and fall asleep during her stories about fierce warriors and fair maidens. Johanna's tales all had a unique twist, for none of the heroines she told stories about ever needed to be rescued by their knights in shining armor. Mo.. | love | Julie Garwood | |
| 97a662e | Good morrow, High Lord Weiramon, and all you other High Lords and Ladies. I'm a gambler, a farmboy, and I'm here to take command of your bloody army! The bloody lord Dragon Reborn will be with us as soon as he flaming takes care of one bloody little matter! | Robert Jordan | ||
| 857dacb | And it shall come to pass that what man made shall be shattered, and the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of Age, and the Dark One shall once more lay his hand upon the world of man. Women shall weep and men quail as the nations of the earth are rent like rotting cloth. Neither shall anything stand nor abide... Yet one shall be born to face the Shadow, born once more as he was born before and shall be born again, time without end. The Dr.. | Robert Jordan | ||
| ffd014f | Victory settles a lot of arguments in most men's heads. | Robert Jordan | ||
| db4fba6 | Duty is heavier than a mountain, Dai Shan.' That time, Lan did flinch. How long had it been since someone had been able to do that to him with mere words? He remembered teaching that same concept to a youth out of the Two Rivers. A sheepherder, innocent of the world, fearful of the fate laid out before him by the Pattern. | Robert Jordan | ||
| ca5f503 | If any of these women had been here instead of Nynaeve, the world would have ended. | Robert Jordan | ||
| 165e4b2 | Moiraine: It seems Ryne was wrong as well as a Darkfriend. You were better than he. Lan: He was better. But he thought I was finished, with only one arm. He never understood. You surrender after you're dead. | Robert Jordan | ||
| 9470d79 | Thou wilt go now, rabbit. But I go with thee. As long as there is one of us there is both of us. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 8cb264a | As long as you are not conscious of your self you can live; but if you become conscious of your self you fall from one grave into another. All your rebirths could ultimately make you sick. The Buddha therefore finally gave up on rebirth, for he had had enough of crawling through all human and animal forms. After all the rebirths you still remain the lion crawling on the earth, the Chameleon, a caricature, one prone to changing colors, a cra.. | C.G. Jung | ||
| 67bfbd3 | How difficult it is to reach anything approaching a moderate and relatively calm point of view in the midst of one's emotions. | C.G. Jung | ||
| e3dbcbd | My inner chemistry had been hijacked by a mad scientist, who poured the fizzy, volatile contents of my heart from a test tube marked SOBER REALITY into another labeled SUNNY DELUSION, and back again, faster and faster, until the floor of my life was slick with spillage. | Jonathan Lethem | ||
| bdc823f | My heart, to put it more simply, got nostalgic for the present. Always a bad sign. | Jonathan Lethem | ||
| 869cd1c | I was amazed as people must be who are seized and kidnapped, and who realize that in the strange world of their captors they have a value absolutely unconnected with anything they know about themselves. | Alice Munro | ||
| 34120b2 | How can a man be so brave and so stupid, so gentle and so cruel, so warming and so detestable -- all at the same time? | James Clavell | ||
| 6e360d3 | Of what real value is a title? The power is the only important thing | James Clavell | ||
| cbcc2dc | At that time in my life, no conclusion was a bad conclusion. Something ended, and you stopped wishing and worrying. You could consider your mistakes, and you might be embarrassed by them, but the box was sealed, the door was shut, you were no longer immersed in the confusing middle. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 6b29c0e | My boots were so heavy that I was glad there was a column beneath us. How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| b68c4e6 | I ripped the pages out of the book. I reversed the order, so the last one was first, and the first was last. When I flipped through them, it looked like the man was floating up through the sky. And if I'd had more pictures, he would've flown through a window, back into the building, and the smoke would've poured into the hole that the plane was about to come out of. Dad would've left his messages backward, until the machine was empty, and t.. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| d2e8197 | He Wrote, Are you OK? I told him, My eyes are crummy. He wrote, But are you OK? I told him, That's a very complicated question. He wrote, That's a very simple answer. I asked, Are you OK? He wrote, Some mornings I wake up feeling grateful. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 62a7770 | Scientific studies and government records suggest that virtually all (upwards of 95 percent of) chickens become infected with E. coli (an indicator of fecal contamination) and between 39 and 75 percent of chickens in retail stores are still infected. Around 8 percent of birds become infected with salmonella (down from several years ago, when at least one in four birds was infected, which still occurs on some farms). Seventy to 90 percent ar.. | health vegetarianism | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| 26453f3 | No, I do not like music. (But what she really was trying to say was this: I like music better than anything in the world, after you.) | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 7e40d8e | This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence? | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 6518291 | I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that wa.. | life love sadness | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| a702034 | There has yet to be a human to survive a span of history without at least one end of the world. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 29e7ea3 | I went to my grandmother, your great-great-grandmother, and asked her to write a letter. She was my mother's mother. Your father's mother's mother's mother. I hardly knew her. I didn't have any interest in knowing her. I have no need for the past, I thought, like a child. I did not consider that the past might have a need for me. What kind of letter? my grandmother asked. I told her to write whatever she wanted to write. You want a letter f.. | history past | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| ba86340 | This life is but the childhood of our immortality. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 9ab7e96 | No one knew about the squirrel's skull beneath her bed, but no one wanted to know. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 7a805e4 | There was, in my view, an unwritten contract with the reader that the writer must honour. No single element of an imagined world or any of its characters should be allowed to dissolve on an authorial whim. The invented had to be as solid and as self-consistent as the actual. This was a contract founded on mutual trust. | books writers | Ian McEwan | |
| 71acc68 | But of course, it had all been her - by her and about her, and now she was back in the world, not one she could make, but the one that had made her, and she felt herself shrinking under the early evening sky | Ian McEwan | ||
| 8543c29 | What a stroke of luck, that the woman he loves is also his wife. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 5f1ccc6 | Something has happened, hasn't it? ... It's like being up close to something so large you don't even see it. Even now, I'm not sure I can. But I know it's there. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 8e80f66 | How quickly the dead faded into each other, | fade | Ian McEwan | |
| 805aec5 | In a story you only had to wish, you only had to write it down and you could have the world. | Ian McEwan | ||
| cb5c7c3 | Revenge may be exacted a hundred times over in one sleepless night. The impulse, the dreaming intention, is human, normal, and we should forgive ourselves. But the raised hand, the actual violent enactment, is cursed. The maths says so. There'll be no reversion to the status quo ante, no balm, no sweet relief, or none that lasts. Only a second crime. Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves, Confucius said. Revenge unstitch.. | maths revenge | Ian McEwan | |
| 4ba5278 | It troubles him to consider the powerful currents and fine-tuning that alter fate, the close and distant influences, the accidents of character and circumstance. | Ian McEwan | ||
| ba950ff | The past had shown him many times that the future would be its own solution. | solar | Ian McEwan | |
| 34217bd | Henry liked to put to himself when he was a schoolboy: what are the chances of this particular fish, from that shoal, off that continental shelf ending up in the pages of this copy of the Daily Mirror? Something just short of infinity to one. Similarly, the grains of sand on a beach, arranged just so. The random ordering of the world, the unimaginable odds against any particular condition, still please him. Even as a child, and especially a.. | Ian McEwan | ||
| c84ceba | Not everyone knows what it is to have your father's rival's penis inches from your nose. | penis rival | Ian McEwan | |
| 5f19ad8 | It's shaming sometimes, how the body will not, or cannot, lie about emotions. Who, for decorum's sake, has ever slowed his heart, or muted a blush? | Ian McEwan | ||
| 20608b8 | Everyone knew as much as they needed to know to be happy. | knowledge | Ian McEwan | |
| d5a92d7 | Could it ever be explained, how matter becomes conscious? | Ian McEwan | ||
| 35aff73 | What was it with men, that they found elementary logic so difficult? | Ian McEwan | ||
| ce1e688 | Novels without female characters were a lifeless desert. | Ian McEwan |