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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3302004 | We're creating a culture where people feel constantly surveilled, where people are afraid to be themselves. | Jon Ronson | ||
| 9627b54 | He believed nothing he was told and trusted no one. | Sidney Sheldon | ||
| 79372f1 | Weetzie could see him--it was a man, a little man in a turban, with a jewel in his nose, harem pants, and curly-toed slippers. "Lanky Lizards!" Weetzie exclaimed. "Greetings," said the man in an odd voice, a rich, dark purr. "Oh, shit!" Weetzie said. "I beg your pardon? Is that your wish?" | funny genies humor weetzie-bat wishes | Francesca Lia Block | |
| bf671ef | If Los Angeles is a woman reclining billboard model and the San Fernando Valley is her teenybopper sister, then New York is their cousin. Her hair is dyed autumn red or aubergine or Egyptian henna, depending on her mood. Her skin is pale as frost and she wears beautiful Jil Sander suits and Prada pumps on which she walks faster than a speeding taxi (when it is caught in rush hour, that is). Her lips are some unlikely shade of copper or viol.. | cities francesca-lia-block independence new-york women | Francesca Lia Block | |
| dafff49 | But the woman came to her them. The woman with hair of red like roses, hair of white like snowfall. She was young and old. She was blind and could see everything. She spoke softly, in whispers, but her voice carried across the mountain ranges like sleeping giants, the cities lit like fairies and the oceans-undulating mermaids. She laughed at her own sorrow and wept pearls at weddings. Her fingers were branches and her eyes were little blue .. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 1bc9526 | You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 7b8035d | Dear Angel Juan, You used to guard my sleep like a panther biting back my pain with the edge of your teeth. You carried me into the dark dream jungle, loping past the hungry vines, crossing the shiny fish-scale river. We left my tears behind in a chiming silver pool. We left my sorrow in the muddy hollows. When I woke up you were next to me, damp and matted, your eyes hazy, trying to remember the way I clung to you, how far down we went. Wa.. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 2c048a7 | It felt like they were telling each other secrets. Everything they said felt like that--whispered, tender, full of other meanings, like when you tell someone a dream or talk about your astrological signs as code for all the things you love about each other. | astrology code dream dreams love real-love signs true-love | Francesca Lia Block | |
| fbe9fcf | Sometimes she has imagined what it would be like to fly, to live in the river, to run like a horse. She has dreamed of that freedom, that power, and fears the wildness in herself that wants to live as beasts live, moved purely by need and desire. She has felt torn between the heat of her limbs and the thoughts in her mind telling her to be careful and good and always calm | dreams freedom | Francesca Lia Block | |
| 933eb2a | Presumably there is indeed no purpose in the ultimate fate of the cosmos, but do any of us really tie our life's hopes to the ultimate fate of the cosmos anyway? Of course we don't; not if we are sane. Our lives are ruled by all sorts of closer, warmer, human ambitions and perceptions. | science | Richard Dawkins | |
| 1569d1b | The resemblance of the signs of the zodiac to the animals after which they are named... is as unimpressive as the predictions of astrologers. | Richard Dawkins | ||
| c76b76f | Addie, please." More tears dripped down her cheeks. "Don't be so hard." "Oh, please," I muttered...and that was as far as I got. 'You broke my heart' were the words that had risen to my mouth, but I couldn't say them. That was what you said to a boyfriend, a lover, not your best friend. She'd laugh. And I'd had enough of being laughed at. I'd worked hard to get to a place where it didn't happen anymore, where I didn't move through life like.. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| dc77261 | I remember things like that...A lifetimes accredidation of unkindness, all of those little longering hurts that I carried around like stones sewn into my pockets. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 5099079 | I'm afraid that in the United States of America today the prevailing doctrine of justification is not justification by faith alone. It is not even justification by good works or by a combination of faith and works. The prevailing notion of justification in our culture today is justification by death. All one has to do to be received into the everlasting arms of God is to die. | salvation | R. C. Sproul | |
| 31a28b0 | When God issues a call to us, it is always a holy call. The vocation of dying is a sacred vocation. To understand that is one of the most important lessons a Christian can ever learn. When the summons comes, we can respond in many ways. We can become angry, bitter or terrified. But if we see it as a call from God and not a threat from Satan, we are far more prepared to cope with its difficulties. | fear gospel providence tragedy | R.C. Sproul | |
| 9b032bf | I'm a Cynster--I've been raised to acquire, defend, and protect. My family is the core of my existence--without a family, without children, I'd have nothing to protect, no reason to acquire. | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| f2476a0 | You may set your mind at rest, Miss Anstruther-Wetherby." He glanced down, the planes of his face granite-hard. "I'm not marrying you because of any social stricture. That, if you consider it, is a nonsensical idea. Cynsters, as you well know, do not give a damn about social strictures. Society, as far as we're concerned, can think what it pleases--it does not rule us." "But... if that's the case--and given your reputation I can readily bel.. | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| 5d7ea9f | It is a good thing to learn the truth one's self. To first believe with all your heart, and then not to believe, is good too. It fattens the emotions and makes them to stretch. When as a woman life and people disappoint her, she will have had practice in disappointment and it will not come so hard. In teaching your child do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character. | Betty Smith | ||
| 021cb5b | Who wants to die? Everything struggles to live. Look at that tree growing up there out of that grating. It gets no sun, and water only when it rains. It's growing out of sour earth. And it's strong because its hard struggle to live is making it strong. My children will be strong that way," said Katie. | Betty Smith | ||
| 80d379c | Hope in gates, hope in spoons, hope in doors, hope in tables, no hope in daintiness and determination. Hope in dates. | Gertrude Stein | ||
| 6a2e854 | Do you believe you can change your destiny?' he (Sajhe) said, seeking an answer. Alice found herself nodding. 'Otherwise, what's the point? If we are simply walking a path preordained, then all the experiences that make us who we are - love, grief, joy, learning, changing - would count for nothing. | Kate Mosse | ||
| 55a3e0c | people are constantly changing and growing.do not cling to a limited disconnected, negative image of a person in the past.see that person now.your relationship is always live and changing. | Neale Donald Walsch | ||
| 0a9c7d8 | Expectations ruin relationships. | Neale Donald Walsch | ||
| 10d1236 | I wish to begin again on a daily basis. To be born again every day is something that I try to do. And I'm deadly serious about that. | Bono | ||
| 77e25c7 | Life was a pre-death experience. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| ed2256e | I was the place where you anchored. I was the deep water where you could be weightless. I was the surface where you saw your own reflection. You scooped me up in your hands. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 952181b | What sex are you?" Doesn't matter does it? After all that's your problem." If I keep you, what will happen?" You'll have a difficult, different time." Is it worth it?" That's up to you." | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 31e5d28 | Much of what I have done is left unfinished- not because I left it too soon, not because I was lazy, but because it had a life of it's own that continues without me. Children, I suppose, are always unfinished business: they begin as part of your own body, and continue as seperate as another continent. The work you do, if it has any meaning, passes to other hands. The day slides into a night's dreaming. True stories are the ones that lie ope.. | stories | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 587cce1 | Happy ending are only a pause. There are three kinds of big endings: Revenge. Tragedy. Forgiveness. Revenge and Tragedy often happen together. Forgiveness redeems the past. Forgiveness unblocks the future. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 3c0716f | That wind. I see it's blowing now. Furtive but commanding, it has dictated every move we've ever made. My mother felt it, and so do I - even here, even now - as it sweeps us like leaves into his backseat corner, dancing us to shreds against the stones. V'la l'bon vent, v'a l'joli vent. I though we'd silenced it for good. But the smallest thing can wake the wind@ a word, a sign, even a death. There's no such thing as a trivial thing. Everyth.. | Joanne Harris | ||
| b922859 | Guilleaume left La Praline with a small bag of florentines in his pocket; before he had turned the corner of avenue des Francs Bourgeois I saw him stoop to offer one to the dog. A pat, a bark, a wagging of the short stubby tail. As I said, some people never have to think about giving. | Joanne Harris | ||
| 520b541 | I don't pretend to know much about love, but that's how great love comes to an end, not in the flames of passion, but in the silence of regret. | regret | Joanne Harris | |
| ecd334a | Sheep are not the docile, pleasant creatures of the pastoral idyll. Any countryman will tell you that. They are sly, occasionally vicious, pathologically stupid. The lenient shepherd may find his flock unruly, definant. I cannot afford to be lenient. | Joanne Harris | ||
| 3cdb9d5 | From this I think we can all conclude that the cow was the primary instigator of everything that followed - war, Tribulation, the End of the Worlds. Lesson One: never trust a rumiant. | Joanne Harris | ||
| debb8ae | A few hundred years ago there were no differences between magic and medicine. | Joanne Harris | ||
| 22f3303 | It isn't just a village. The houses aren't just places to live. Everything belongs to everybody. Everyone belongs to everyone else. Even a single person can make a difference. | Joanne Harris | ||
| a9e49b9 | They did a lot of cleaning in their house, which I considered to be a sign of immoral parenting. The job of parents, as I saw it, was to watch television and step into a child's life only when absolutely necessary, like in the event of a tornado or a potential kidnapping. | Haven Kimmel | ||
| e0d4f63 | No matter what I accomplish, it doesn't seem like much compared to surviving Auschwitz. | death life survival | Art Spiegelman | |
| 2c9504b | Our most basic emotional need is not to fall in love but to be genuinely loved by another, to know a love that grows out of reason and choice, not instinct. I need to be loved by someone who chooses to love me, who sees in me something worth loving. That kind of love requires effort and discipline. It is the choice to expend energy in an effort to benefit the other person, knowing that if his or her life is enriched by your effort, you too .. | Gary Chapman | ||
| 4bb65f5 | I hate nature. I really do. Nature is composed entirely of sticks, dirt, fall-down places, biting and stinging things, and savageries too numerous to list. And I'm not the only one who feels this way. Man has been building cities since the year oughty-ought, just to get away from this stuff. | Sue Grafton | ||
| 5302438 | Early on the morning of November 9, when it came time to decide on what I'd say in my concession speech, I remembered those words. Inspired by them, I wrote these: "To all the little girls who are watching this, never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams." | Hillary Rodham Clinton | ||
| c9d3f04 | I think sometimes that people are like onions. On the outside smooth and whole and simple but inside ring upon ring, complex and deep. | Karen Cushman | ||
| 564b3be | when I tried to talk to him I realized that, though ties of blood made us kin, though I could see a shadow of my face in his face, though there was an echo of my voice in his voice, we were forever strangers, speaking a different language, living on vastly distant planes of reality | Richard Wright | ||
| b440bdd | The town could not talk, and would not listen. "How'd you like to hear about the war?" he might have asked, but the place could only blink and shrug. It had no memory, therefore no guilt. The taxes got paid and the votes got counted and the agencies of government did their work briskly and politely. It was a brisk, polite town. It did not know shit about shit, and did not care to know. " | Tim O'Brien |