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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 980ca3c | Talking out loud to fictional characters is just the tip of the iceberg. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 34c88e6 | You give her all your french fries, even when she won't give you back onion rings,' Sophie says. 'And when you say her name it sounds different.' How?' Sophie thinks. 'Like it's covered with blankets. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 10786d8 | Ye've no idea how lovely ye look, stark naked, wi' the sun behind you. All gold, like ye were dipped in it. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9c13dc4 | Do ye want me?" he whispered. "Sassenach, will ye take me--and risk the man that I am, for the sake of the man ye knew?" I felt a great wave of relief, mingled with fear. It ran from his hand on my shoulder to the tips of my toes, weakening my joints. "It's a lot too late to ask that," I said.... "Because I already risked everything I had. But whoever you are now Jamie Fraser--yes. Yes, I do want you." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6b02a9b | To have ye with me again--to talk wi' you--to know I can say anything, not guard my words or hide my thoughts--God, Sassenach," he said, "the Lord knows I am lust-crazed as a lad, and I canna keep my hands from you--or anything else--"he added, wryly," but I would count that all well lost, had I no more than the pleasure of havin' ye by me, and to tell ye all my heart." .... "So tell me all your heart,"I said. "If there's time." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a405357 | I had noticed before that to sleep, actually sleep with someone did give this sense of intimacy, as though your dreams had flowed out of you to mingle with theirs and fold you both in a blanket of unconscious knowing. A throwback of some kind, I thought... it was an act of trust to sleep in the presence of another person. If the trust was mutual, simple sleep could bring you closer together than the joining of bodies. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b45c103 | They say love dies between two people. That's wrong. It doesn't die. It just leaves you, goes away, if you aren't good enough, worthy enough. It doesn't die; you're the the one that dies. It's like the ocean: if you're no good, if you begin to make a bad smell in it, it just spews you up somewhere to die. You die anyway, but I had rather drown in the ocean than be urped up onto a strip of dead beach and be dried away by the sun into a littl.. | William Faulkner | ||
| e6b7f50 | Just when do men that have different blood in them stop hating one another? | William Faulkner | ||
| 2f04a68 | The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue... | drinking ulysses | James Joyce | |
| f4f9526 | I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bo.. | James Joyce | ||
| 7a51836 | There were so many different moods and impressions that he wished to express in verse. He felt them within him. He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was a melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy. | James Joyce | ||
| fe3cf0e | In the ignorance that implies the impression that knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that entails the ensuance of existentiality. | James Joyce | ||
| 15b68f3 | the problem with words is that once spoken, they cannot find their way back to the speaker alone. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| a4fe1ef | We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| fab5851 | Never do anything by halves if you want to get away with it. Be outrageous... | matilda roald-dahl | Roald Dahl | |
| 7a82bc4 | Titchy little snapperwhippers like you should not be higgling around with an old sage and onions who is hundreds of years more than you. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 0594437 | Like many highly educated people, I didn't have much in the way of actual skills. | skills | J. Maarten Troost | |
| 3ae916c | One flew east, one flew west, one flew over the cuckoo's nest. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 923ffdf | Never again" becomes more than a slogan: It's a prayer, a promise, a vow. There will never again be hatred, people say. Never again jail and torture. Never again the suffering of innocent people, or the shooting of starving, frightened, terrified children. And never again the glorification of base, ugly, dark violence. It's a prayer." | Elie Wiesel | ||
| df04892 | This day I ceased to plead. I was no longer capable of lamentation. On the contrary, I felt very strong. I was the accuser, God the accused. | faith god lamentation night religion | Elie Wiesel | |
| 976d753 | Each man was his own executioner and his own victim. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| ab406e2 | I'd think, That ain't me, that ain't my face. It wasn't even me when I was trying to be that face. I wasn't even really me then; I was just being the way I looked, the way people wanted. It don't seem like I ever have been me. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 15939d4 | I'd think, maybe he truly is something extraordinary. He's what he is, that's it. Maybe that makes him strong enough, being what he is. | inspirational strength | Ken Kesey | |
| a4519bb | I went to see the Beatles last month... And I heard 20,000 girls screaming together at the Beatles... and I couldn't hear what they were screaming, either... But you don't have to... They're screaming Me! Me! Me! Me!... I'm Me!... That's the cry of the ego, and that's the cry of this rally!... Me! Me! Me! Me!... And that's why wars get fought... ego... because enough people want to scream Pay attention to Me... Yep, you're playing their gam.. | Tom Wolfe | ||
| 0524513 | Man is certain of nothing but his ability to fail | Ken Kesey | ||
| a6e7c32 | You get your visions through whatever gate you're granted. | Ken Kesey | ||
| d1de715 | He was in his chair in the corner, resting a second before he came out for the next round -- in a long line of next rounds. The thing he was fighting, you couldn't whip it for good. All you could do was keep on whipping it, till you couldn't come out anymore and somebody else had to take your place. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 4420f39 | The most work he did on [the urinals] was to run a brush once or twice apiece, singing some song as loud as he could in time to the swishing brush; then he'd splash in some Clorox and he'd be through. ... And when the Big Nurse...came in to check McMurphy's cleaning assignment personally, she brought a little compact mirror and she held it under the rim of the bowls. She walked along shaking her head and saying, "Why, this is an outrage... .. | madness | Ken Kesey | |
| 160390c | He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn't specify the point. He's an extraordinary-looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way. No sir; I can make no hand of it; I can't describe him. And .. | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| 2e44e68 | I believe in political solutions to political problems. But man's primary problems aren't political; they're philosophical. Until humans can solve their philosophical problems, they're condemned to solve their political problems over and over and over again. It's a cruel, repetitious bore. | politics problems solutions | Tom Robbins | |
| f8dcffa | She continued weeping until the heat of her tear water, the sheer velocity of its flow, finally obscured the already vague circumstances of its origins. | inspirational writing | Tom Robbins | |
| dc9ee8d | You knows dat in New Orleans is not morning 'til dee sun come up. | new-orleans night relativity time | Tom Robbins | |
| eb70ef9 | Western civilization was declining too fast for comfort, but too slowly to be very exciting. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 1ad8573 | Leave it to a naive world-saver like you to view our love as a Sacred Cause when in actual fact all it was was some barking at the moon. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 497a646 | This is the room where Jezebel frescoed her eyelids with history's tragic glitter | Tom Robbins | ||
| 6c46756 | The purpose of art is to provide what life does not. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 6847e62 | Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 60da1a8 | When we're anxious, disconnected, vulnerable, alone, and feeling helpless, the booze and food and work and endless hours online feel like comfort, but in reality they're only casting their long shadows over our lives. | Brené Brown | ||
| 1177213 | And if our faith asks us to find the face of God in everyone we meet, that should include the politicians, media, and strangers on Twitter with whom we most violently disagree. When we desecrate their divinity, we desecrate our own, and we betray our faith. | Brené Brown | ||
| 0789c95 | Belonging so fully to yourself that you're willing to stand alone is a wilderness -- an untamed, unpredictable place of solitude and searching. It is a place as dangerous as it is breathtaking, a place as sought after as it is feared. The wilderness can often feel unholy because we can't control it, or what people think about our choice of whether to venture into that vastness or not. But it turns out to be the place of true belonging, and .. | Brené Brown | ||
| 7568ca8 | Funerals, in fact, are one of the most powerful examples of collective pain. They feature in a surprising finding from my research on trust. When I asked participants to identify three to five specific behaviors that their friends, family, and colleagues do that raise their level of trust with them, funerals always emerged in the top three responses. Funerals matter. Showing up to them matters. And funerals matter not just to the people gri.. | Brené Brown | ||
| afc49db | When we own our stories, we avoid being trapped as characters in stories someone else is telling. | Brené Brown | ||
| ef2e35e | Someday you will die, and until you know that, you're useless to me. | useless | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| ce4b1ed | When we forgive, we free ourselves from the bitter ties that bind us to the one who hurt us. | Dave Pelzer |