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| 8f25d45 | Clubs rattled behind them. Skeet Cooper rubbed the corner of his mouth with his thumb and rose from the bench. "Looks like Kenny's caddy's here." Dallie lifted an eyebrow as his son stepped up on the tee carrying Kenny's bag. Ted smiled. "Sorry I'm late. Mom made me eat breakfast. Then she started fussing with my hair, don't ask me why." Dallie took the driver Skeet handed him. "Funny you didn't mention that you were going to caddy for Kenn.. | Susan Elizabeth Phillips | ||
| b755065 | So the Dark did a simple thing. They showed the maker of the sword his own uncertainty and fear. Fear of having done the wrong thing--fear that having done this one great thing, he would never again be able to accomplish anything of great worth--fear of age, of insufficiency, of unmet promise. All such great fears, that are the doom of people given the gift of making, and lie always somewhere in their minds. | Susan Cooper | ||
| 0077ff0 | Do they still call it infatuation? That magic ax that chops away the world in one blow, leaving only the couple standing there trembling? Whatever they call it, it leaps over anything, takes the biggest chair, the largest slice, rules the ground wherever it walks, from a mansion to a swamp, and its selfishness is its beauty.... People with no imagination feed it with sex -- the clown of love. They don't know the real kinds, the better kinds.. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 64fb34c | The hills below crouched on all fours under the weight of the rainforest where liana grew and soldier ants marched in formation. Straight ahead they marched, shamelessly single-minded, for soldier ants have no time for dreaming. Almost all of them are women and there is so much to do - the work is literally endless. So many to be born and fed, then found and buried. There is no time for dreaming. The life of their world requires organizatio.. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 2ff9b35 | You looked at them and wondered why the were so ugly; you looked closely and could not find the source. Then you realized that it came from conviction, their conviction. It was as though some mysterious all-knowing master had given each one a cloak of ugliness to wear, and they had each accepted it without question. The mast had said, "You are ugly people." They had looked about themselves and saw nothing to contradict the statement; saw, i.. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 88aed0d | realized that this country has gone so flabby that any gang daring enough and unscrupulous enough, and smart enough not to seem illegal, can grab hold of the entire government and have all the power and applause and salutes, all the money and palaces and willin' women they want. | Sinclair Lewis | ||
| 5c50614 | NOW is a fact that cannot be dodged. | procrastination | Sinclair Lewis | |
| 82c9213 | You," Said Dr. Yavitch, "are a middle-road liberal, and you haven't the slightest idea what you want. I, being a revolutionist, know exactly what I want -- and what I want now is a drink." | Sinclair Lewis | ||
| 86293a4 | Rather than remain a sealed jar, she sought only to pour herself out to others. Everything she did mirrored her faith. It was as though every waking hour of the day she was devoted to pleasing her God by serving others. This God that she worshiped consumed her. It didn't ask for a brief visit to a temple, or a small votive offering of food or coin, or a few prayers every now and then. This God wanted all of her. | god humility serve | Francine Rivers | |
| f2369cf | Pray on all occasions." Unlocked page 38." | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| d3cfd8c | He called it The Bridge because that was how felt about books. They connected the past and the present, the present and the future. Books brought people together and gave them a path to worlds they would not otherwise experience. | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| 6cdaa39 | no person is your friend (or kin) who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow and be perceived as fully blossomed as you were intended. Or who belittles in any fashion the gifts you labor so to bring into the world. | Alice Walker | ||
| ff59144 | Sofia the kind of woman no matter what she have in her hand she make it look like a weapon. | defence feminism humour independence strong-woman weapon | Alice Walker | |
| 1c352fb | Towards the end of your life you have something like a pain schedule to fill out--a long schedule like a federal document, only it's your pain schedule. Endless categories. First, physical causes--like arthritis, gallstones, menstrual cramps. New category, injured vanity, betrayal, swindle, injustice. But the hardest items of all have to do with love. The question then is: So why does everybody persist? If love cuts them up so much.... | life midlife-crisis pain-schedule | Saul Bellow | |
| d548cf5 | Now, lying on my back in bed, I imagined Buddy saying, 'Do you know what a poem is, Esther?' 'No, what?' I would say. 'A piece of dust.' Then just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say, 'So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you're curing. They're dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.' And of course Buddy wouldn't have any a.. | the-bell-jar | Sylvia Plath | |
| 16f17d2 | In this particular tub, two knees jut up like icebergs, while minute brown hairs rise on arms and legs in a fringe of kelp; green soap navigates the tidal slosh of seas breaking on legendary beaches; in faith we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| c5577b3 | Let me fly with you. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 8e6003c | My heroine would be myself, only in disguise. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| fcca6b4 | Hard, sharp, ticks. I hate them. Measuring thought, infinite space, by cogs and wheels. Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that -- I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much -- so very much to learn. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 5604b95 | My life is a discipline, a prison: I live for my own work, without which I am nothing. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 9e33d5b | I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| d0b20a8 | I must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can't be attacked. | selfless | Sylvia Plath | |
| 04d1d8b | It was like the first time i saw a cadaver. For weeks afterward the cadavers head, or what was left of it - floated up behind my eggs and bacon at breakfast and in the face of Buddy Willard, who was responsible for my seeing it in the first place, and pretty soon I felt as though I were carrying that cadavers head around with me on a string, like some black, noseless balloon stinking of vinegar. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| d648b84 | You were doing fine," a familiar voice informed my ear, "until that man stepped into your path." | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 0cf2cea | I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| d0c913b | Anti-Americanism is in the process of being consecrated into an ideology. The term 'anti-American' is usually used by the American establishment to discredit and, not falsely -- but shall we say inaccurately -- define its critics. Once someone is branded anti-American, the chances are that he or she will be judged before they're heard and the argument will be lost in the welter of bruised national pride. What does the term 'anti-American' m.. | Arundhati Roy | ||
| 2534e95 | he is unlike the other customers. They sense it too, and look at him with hard eyes, eyes like little metal studs pinned into the white faces of young men [...] In the hush his entrance creates, the excessive courtesy the weary woman behind the counter shows him amplifies his strangeness. He orders coffee quietly and studies the rim of the cup to steady the sliding in his stomach. He had thought, he had read, that from shore to shore all Am.. | angstrom inspirational isolation loneliness outside rabbit strangeness thought updike | Updike John | |
| f764839 | It comes to him: growth is betrayal. There is no other route. There is no arriving somewhere without leaving somewhere. | John Updike | ||
| a874bc6 | Having children is something we think we ought to do because our parents did it, but when it is over the children are just other members of the human race, rather disappointingly. | parents | John Updike | |
| a52969f | Hicbir zaman inandiramadim seni kahramansiz bir dunyaya neden inandigima. Hicbir zaman inandiramadim seni o kahramanlari uyduran zavalli yazarlarin neden kahraman olmadiklarina. Hicbir zaman inandiramadim seni o dergilerde resimleri cikanlarin bizden baska bir soydan olduguna. Hicbir zaman inandiramadim seni siradan bir hayata razi olman gerektigine. Hicbir zaman inandiramadim seni, o siradan hayatta benim de bir yerim olmasi gerektigine. | okumak yazmak | Orhan Pamuk | |
| 0d8795e | Because, as I would always tell myself so many years later, lying here in my bed: You can't start out again in life, that's a carriage ride you only take once, but with a book in your hand, no matter how confusing and perplexing it might be, once you've finished it, you can always go back to the beginning; if you like, you can read it through again, in order to figure out what you couldn't understand before, in order to understand life, isn.. | meaning-of-life | Orhan Pamuk | |
| 378d0ee | Age had not made him less handsome, as is so often the case; it had simply made him less visible. | aging handsomeness visibility | Orhan Pamuk | |
| ef9a835 | God knows I tried my best to learn the ways of this world, even had inklings we could be glorious; but after all that's happened, the inkles ain't easy anymore. I mean - what kind of fucken life is this? | mankind | D.B.C. Pierre | |
| 503e1c4 | If more people recognized the difference between friendship and mere attraction, and how love must partake of both to prosper, I expect there'd be more happy people. | Sherwood Smith | ||
| 2af1c78 | The world according to Bubba is simple - if it aggravates you, stop it. By whatever means necessary. | Dennis Lehane | ||
| 30ac17a | Perhaps conscience did not always produce cowards. Sometimes it made a man feel better about himself. | inspirational truth | Robert Ludlum | |
| adf0a12 | It was important to keep moving. Certain struggles continued. Others had to be brought to a close. The wisdom was in deciding which. | Robert Ludlum | ||
| d3f2132 | Sometimes, what's right is not peaceful or passive. What matters is that you do not hide from the consequences. You bear what must be borne. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| b194495 | I've got a pretty good idea what children are, and we're not children. Children can lose sometimes, and nobody cares. | corruption innocence losing maturity | Orson Scott Card | |
| 5b244c2 | Once you get a brother, you don't give him up easy. | nikolai-delphiki | Orson Scott Card | |
| d111774 | The have influence, but no power." "In my experience, influence is power." | power | Orson Scott Card | |
| 4056e67 | I want to be the kind of boy you are, thought Bean. But I don't want to go through what you've been through to get there. | ender jealousy sympathy yearning | Orson Scott Card | |
| 246e81f | Isolation is the optimum environment for creativity. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| fb3bae4 | Sister Carlotta, I'm on a leave of absence right now. That means I've been sacked, in case you don't understand how the I.F. handles these things." "Sacked! A miscarriage of justice. You ought to be shot." | sister-carlotta | Orson Scott Card |