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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9aace2a | What was the lifespan of these improbable loves? An hour. A week. A few months at best. The end was a natural thing, like the seasons, like getting older, fruit turning. That was the saddest part--there was no one to blame and no way to reverse | Miranda July | ||
| 1c2770c | I knew the beginning and the end - I just had to dream up a convincing middle. | Miranda July | ||
| 03920f1 | I could see the widening of his pupils, and the pale blue fire of his irises. He'd told me my eyes would change too, would go lighter until they looked like amber. I couldn't imagine they'd be half as beautiful as his. He was gentle and self-deprecating and way tougher than people gave him credit for. And twin or not, he was even hotter than Quinn, in my humble opinion. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| a3f2f1b | The one time I tried to get her to watch Pride and Prejudice, she hadn't been able to sit still. Granted, it was the six-hour version, but come on. What's not to love? | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| 0f546a2 | Yeah.You got me through | dying love | Alyxandra Harvey | |
| 6bc4409 | I blinked at him. "What does salt have to do with any of this?" "It protects you from evil." "Salt?" Disbelief all but dripped from my voice. I couldn't help it. "Table salt? How is seasoning myself going to help? This isn't a dinner party." | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| 07a90b3 | It wasn't my most fashionable dress, but anyone who called for me at nine o-clock in the bloody morning would have to take what he was given. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| 25e9af4 | Strange the workings of the heart. One could go on for years, habituated to loss, reconciled to it, and then, in a moments unwary thought, the pain resurfaced, sharp and raw as a fresh wound. | Donna Woolfolk Cross | ||
| 2a1afac | Before you leave here, Sir, you're going to learn that one of the most brutal things in the world is your average nineteen-year-old American boy. | boys brutal brutality cruel teenage teenagers war | Philip Caputo | |
| 876e60c | CLAIRE:your washing right? shane:i'll pay you for it. claire:what? shane:best high score wins claire:no bet 'wash, dish boy | Rachel Caine | ||
| 757c899 | MIchael went to her and put his arms around her.,and we can heard eve let out a little, sad sob as she melted against him. Michael- "Shhh..." he whispered. "It's okay baby" | Rachel Caine | ||
| de618b0 | Moi?" He put his hand over his heart and did his best wounded-innocent look. "You must be thinking of some other uncouth jackass. Which makes me jealous, by the way." | Rachel Caine | ||
| ae36a00 | Take the back door," she said. "Claire, you and your strang friend-" "Eve," they both said simultaneously, and Eve held out her fst for a bump. "Or, you could call me Eve the Great, Mistress of All She Surveys. Eve for short." | eve-rosser fall-of-night names | Rachel Caine | |
| 77b8f44 | What was our daughter's name? I should know that. But I didn't. I didn't. Because she doesn't exist. Wake up! "Dad--" I looked back. Frank was gone. There was just the sidewalk, and a gray fog, and the rain, rain beating down on my face, beading up on my skin. "If I wake up I'm going to lose them. I can lose everything but them. Dad--" I didn't want this, but I didn't want to let it go. I couldn't. I started to walk back to the house, to Cl.. | Rachel Caine | ||
| 7aa79ca | I thought that you had stood up for the free will & rights of humans in this town." "Depends on the human," Claire said. "As far as I know, Hitler had a heartbeat, and I wouldn't vote him to be in charge." | Rachel Caine | ||
| 8da974e | She smacked him so hard his momma felt it. | Rachel Caine | ||
| 063f70a | How you going to stop me, cupcake? Hit me with your book bag?" "If I have to." | Rachel Caine | ||
| f577c7b | Claire thought, | Rachel Caine | ||
| 4b67dbd | shane:do we have a choice michael:dont think so shane:then screw im gitting tired lets go get eaten.at least then i can get some sleep | Rachel Caine | ||
| ea12c40 | We need to be virtually bludgeoned into detachment from our daily lives, our habits and mental laziness, which conceal from us the strangeness of the world. Without a fresh virginity of mind, without a new and healthy awareness of existential reality, there can be no theatre and no art either; the real must be in a way dislocated, before it can be re-integrated. | Eugène Ionesco | ||
| 9a62fdc | I read a page of Plato's great work. I can no longer understand anything, because behind the words on the page, which have their own heavenly brightness, to be sure, there shines an even brighter, an enormous, dazzling -why- that blots out everything, cancels out, destroys all meaning. All individual intelligence. When one has understood, one stops, satisfied with what one has understood. I do not understand. Understanding is far too little.. | fixity intellect limits meaning understanding why | Eugène Ionesco | |
| fab4f1a | The coolness of Buddhism isn't indifference but the distance one gains on emotions, the quiet place from which to regard the turbulence. From far away you see the pattern, the connections, and the thing as whole, see all the islands and the routes between them. Up close it all dissolves into texture and incoherence and immersion, like a face going out of focus just before a kiss. | clarity emotions | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 373aa7f | The famous Zen parable about the master for whom, before his studies, mountains were only mountains, but during his studies mountains were no longer mountains, and afterward mountains were again mountains could be interpreted as an allegory about [the perpetual paradox that when one is closest to a destination one is also the farthest). | mountains nature page-137 walking | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 64781bf | Memory, even in the rest of us, is a shifting, fading, partial thing, a net that doesn't catch all the fish by any means and sometimes catches butterflies that don't. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| b231296 | After my book Wanderlust came out in 2000, I found myself better able to resist being bullied out of my own perceptions and interpretations. On two occasions around that time, I objected to the behavior of a man, only to be told that the incidents hadn't happened at all as I said, that I was subjective, delusional, overwrought, dishonest- in a nutshell, female. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 520d4cc | And now she has you seizing control of my army." "Your army? I thought this was Gaunt's." "So did he." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| ef3e877 | Where are you from, Hadrian?" "Hintindar originally--a little village south of here in Rhenydd." "Originally? What's that supposed to mean? You got yourself born someplace else recently?" | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| ca72a9f | Royce saw to his horse's needs; then, finding a suitable place, he unrolled his blanket and lay down. "I take it we're camping here, then?" Royce said nothing, still refusing to acknowledge his existence. "You could have said, 'We're going to bed down here for the rest of the night.' No, wait, you're right, too much. How about 'sleeping here'? Two words. Even you could manage that, right? I mean, I know you can talk. You had plenty to say b.. | silent speaking | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| 6c0689b | Something about the goat dancing made me want to cry. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| f5bc45c | In the time of your life, live - so that in that good time there shall be no ugliness or death for yourself or for any life your life touches. Seek goodness everywhere, and when it is found, bring it out of its hiding-place and let it be free and unashamed...In the time of your life, live - so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it. | William Saroyan | ||
| ab3abe6 | So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 5b9e6bf | Marylou was watching Dean as she had watched him clear across the country and back, out of the corner of her eye--with a sullen, sad air, as though she wanted to cut off his head and hide it in her closet, an envious and rueful love of him so amazingly himself, all raging and sniffy and crazy-wayed, a smile of tender dotage but also sinister envy that frightened me about her, a love she knew would never bear fruit because when she looked at.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| a7714cb | In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| d179502 | What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 545be76 | Japhy,' I said out loud, 'I don't know when we'll meet again or what'll happen in the future, but Desolation, Desolation, I owe so much to Desolation, thank you forever for guiding me to the place where I learned it all. Now comes the sadness of coming back to cities and I've grown two months older and there's all that humanity of bars and burlesque shows and gritty love, all upsidedown in the void God bless them, but Japhy you and me forev.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 386691a | The taste | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 70c7ed0 | In all this welter of women I still hadn't got one for myself, not that I was trying too hard, but sometimes I felt lonely to see everybody paired off and having a good time and all I did was curl up in my sleeping bag in the rosebushes and sigh and say bah. For me it was just red wine in my mouth and a pile of firewood | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 2da8c44 | DEAR BABY, Isn't it good to know winter is coming-- | Jack Kerouac | ||
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| ae82cfc | I mean why should somebody go steal and break the law to get all they can when there's always some law where you can be legal and get it all anyway! | William Gaddis | ||
| 5c27d56 | Tragedy was foresworn, in ritual denial of the ripe knowledge that we are drawing away from one another, that we share only one thing, share the fear of belonging to another, or to others, or to God; love or money, tender equated in advertising and the world, where only money is currency, and under dead trees and brittle ornaments prehensile hands exchange forgeries of what the heart dare not surrender. | William Gaddis | ||
| 85f4f46 | The war had made a man of him! It had coarsened him and hardened him. There was no other way to look at it. It had made him reach a point at which he would no longer stand unbearable things. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 9b2beb9 | Upon my soul!' Tietjens said to himself, 'that girl down there is the only intelligent living soul I've met for years.' A little pronounced in manner sometimes; faulty in reasoning naturally, but quite intelligent, with a touch of wrong accent now and then. But if she was wanted anywhere, there she'd be! Of good stock, of course: on both sides! But positively, she and Sylvia were the only two human beings he had met for years whom he could .. | women | Ford Madox Ford | |
| aa35db2 | My future," Joe said, "is Ox." Ah god, that made me ache. "Is that so?" Mom asked. "How do you figure?" "He's really nice," Joe said seriously. "And smells good. And he makes me happy. And I want to do nothing more than put my mouth on him." "Ah" | T.J. Klune |