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| f54d3b0 | the other guineahen died of a broken heart and we came to New York. I used to sit at a table,drawing wings with a pencil that kept breaking and i kept remembering how your mind looked when it slept for several years,to wake up asking why. So then you turned into a photograph | remembering-loved-ones | E.E. Cummings | |
| 9221829 | May God remind us daily--no matter what kind of obstacles we face--that we are loved and empowered by the One who brought the universe into existence with the mere sound of His voice. Nothing is impossible for Him. | Beth Moore | ||
| 3a6b2d3 | I thought you an' I'd already settled the roles in the fucker/fuckee relationship! I guess I thought wrong! | Garth Ennis | ||
| 2d8da52 | You went back in time," he repeated, "and you expect his cell phone to work?" "Well, no, I just, I mean, I came back and he hasn't! Shouldn't he have?" Morrison, very steadily, said, "Were you together?" "No! I just said he went to fight the Morrigan!" "I see." There was a pause. "The man is seventy-four years old, Joanie. He can take care of himself. If you were," a great and patient pause filled the line before he went on, "time traveling.. | morrison | C.E. Murphy | |
| 11861b6 | l '`rf shyy' lys hnk shyy' '`lmh .w nm b`D l'shy yHsh lmr bqlbh , 'trk qlbk ytklm ,s'l lwjwh w l tstm` l~ l'lsn | Umberto Eco | ||
| 8bac74c | Is it possible to say "It was a beautiful morning at the end of November" without feeling like Snoopy?" | originality stereotypes writing | Umberto Eco | |
| 9559682 | The list could surely go on, and there is nothing more wonderful than a list, instrument of wondrous hypotyposis. | lists | Umberto Eco | |
| 6e3cef5 | INTERVIEWER Do you believe in God? ECO Why does one love a certain person one day and discover the next day that the love is gone? Feelings, alas, disappear without justification, and often without a trace. INTERVIEWER If you don't believe in God, then why have you written at such great length about religion? | Umberto Eco | ||
| 1e0d748 | But if there is no cosmic Plan? What a mockery, to live in exile when no one sent you there. Exile from a place, moreover, that does not exist. | Umberto Eco | ||
| 0dc4636 | You live on the surface," Lia told me years later. "You sometimes seem profound, but it's only because you piece a lot of surfaces together to create the impression of depth, solidity. That solidity would collapse if you try to stand it up." | Umberto Eco | ||
| 7bdf245 | Books are not made to be believed, but to be subjected to enquiry (William of Baskerville) | Umberto Eco | ||
| 168f594 | These people yapped loudly of race, of race consciousness, of race pride, and yet suppressed its most delightful manifestations, love of color, joy of rhythmic motion, naive, spontaneous laughter. Harmony, radiance, and simplicity, all the essentials of spiritual beauty in the race they had marked for destructions. | Nella Larsen | ||
| b527ae0 | There were a series of closing kisses, goodbye kisses, kisses placed like lids on boxes--then the lid would pop off and need to be replaced. There, this is the final kiss--no, this is the final kiss. This one is, it really is. And now I'm just kissing that kiss good night. | Miranda July | ||
| 178aec0 | Why couldn't we just lose ourselves in the fire again? When passion was enough, and the questions didn't matter. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| 1cf165f | That's good," Hunter said, panting. "Keep grinning at your attacker like that and they'll think you're way creepy. And mental." I grinned wider. "I totally love this. Who can I punch next?" | hunter kick-ass lucy | Alyxandra Harvey | |
| 086375a | Stop hiding condoms in my stuff. It's like some twisted Easter egg hunt in there. | funny lucy over-protective | Alyxandra Harvey | |
| 305a42f | I would never believe that I was better off without the Drakes and they without me. Growing up, I'd seen them more often than my own grandparents. They were part of my landscape. And if that particular landscape suddenly included earthquakes and volcanoes and mudslides, then too bad; I already built a house there and dug the well and planted crops. It was an analogy my parents had to understand. They were homesteaders; they knew that once y.. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| 723d9f9 | For a man can win nothing better than a good wife, and nothing more painful than a bad one. | Hesiod | ||
| a9c3de0 | this is the first time in the history of humankind where we are trying to experience sexuality in the long term, not because we want 14 children, for which we need to have even more because many of them won't make it, and not because it is exclusively a woman's marital duty. This is the first time that we want sex over time about pleasure and connection that is rooted in desire. So what sustains desire, and why is it so difficult? And at th.. | Esther Perel | ||
| 9cc549a | To expect and dread a thing for a lifetime; does not prepare you for the thing itself. | dark-ages king-author merlin wizards | Mary Stewart | |
| 28a690b | claire:shes floating whats wrong with that shane:Nothing but she didnt even insult me now thats just wrong.it desturbs me. | Rachel Caine | ||
| 8bf4aa9 | shane:is your distant cousin jack the ripper dropping in for coffee. eve:screw you collins | Rachel Caine | ||
| ec17e40 | As she was working out the calculations in her head, she forgot to really worry about all the physical things that were getting in the way--the balancing of the bow, the aiming, the fear she wasn't going to get it right--and suddenly it all just clicked. She felt it come into sudden, sharp focus, like a spotlight had suddenly focused on her, and she let go of the arrow. That instant, she knew it would hit the target. She let the bow rock gr.. | Rachel Caine | ||
| 3ea45f3 | As I leafed through the book in front of me and watched the dust swirl in the air, I wondered if maybe there was some evil dormant virus in the pages that would infect me, like the mummy dust that used to kill archaeologists. Death by research. That was not a glorious end. | Rachel Caine | ||
| 14e806b | There were a few things scarier than a bipolar vampire off his meds, but to be honest, not that many. | humor myrnin vampire | Rachel Caine | |
| 6ce6259 | I'm your worst damn nightmare, Skeletor. I'm a vampire killer with fangs and a grudge. | he-man skeletor vampire | Rachel Caine | |
| 4a1c30b | Tempting. But you see, I can simply insist on a lifetime contract with none of your silly restrictions, or kill you right now." "You won't," Shane said. That made Morley's eyes open wide. "Why not? Jacob and Patience were quite specific--they're concerned for Claire. Not for you, boy." "Because if you kill me and Eve, you'll make her your enemy. This girl won't stop until she sees you all pay." Claire had no idea whom he was talking about--.. | Rachel Caine | ||
| 2d44a16 | Claire, I-Look, my life is one long series of screw-ups and bad decisions, and I know that. I own that. But you...I just want you to be happy. And it cuts me when you're not." "I'm happy with you." She heard the smile in his voice this time. "So what do you really want? A storybook life in Vampireville, with your life on the line every day and a half?" "I'm considering it," she said. And she was." | happy shane-collins | Rachel Caine | |
| 9c99ef4 | I didn't bring you here," he said. "You think you're Miss Special Destiny of the year?" "No," I shot back, furious. "And I don't damn well to be - whatever the hell you are. But sometimes there isn't a choice. Right?" "Careful. You might accidentally make some sense. Ruin your reputation." "You are !" "Yep," he agreed. "It's been said." -- | firestorm joanne jonathan | Rachel Caine | |
| fe1a236 | When you steal a book, you steal from the world." the Library propaganda said" | knowledge-wisdom | Rachel Caine | |
| 33708ac | She doesn't usually back down that easily." "Maybe she's got class." Eve snorted. "Trust me," she said. "That girl's got no class at all." | Rachel Caine | ||
| 47508aa | BERENGER: And you consider all this natural? DUDARD: What could be more natural than a rhinoceros? BERENGER: Yes, but for a man to turn into a rhinoceros is abnormal beyond question. DUDARD: Well, of course, that's a matter of opinion ... BERENGER: It is beyond question, absolutely beyond question! DUDARD: You seem very sure of yourself. Who can say where the normal stops and the abnormal begins? Can you personally define thes.. | mass-opinion practice theory truth | Eugène Ionesco | |
| 3736425 | I'd rather lay an egg in a box than go and steal an ox. | Eugène Ionesco | ||
| 426030e | Many people who live in expensive homes and drive luxury cars do not actually have much wealth. Then, we discovered something even odder: Many people who have a great deal of wealth do not even live in upscale neighborhoods. | Thomas J. Stanley | ||
| 4d712f0 | When my friends began to have babies and I came to comprehend the heroic labor it takes to keep one alive, the constant exhausting tending of a being who can do nothing and demands everything, I realized that my mother had done all of these things for me before I remembered. I was fed; I was washed; I was clothed; I was taught to speak and given a thousand other things, over and over again, hourly, daily, for years. She gave me everything b.. | babies childhood children family family-relationships motherhood mothering mothers | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 3a52338 | Hope locates itself in the premises that we don't know what will happen and that in the spaciousness of uncertainty is room to act. When you recognize uncertainty, you recognize that you may be able to influence the outcomes-you alone or you in concert with a few dozen or several million others. Hope is an embrace of the unknown and knowable, a alternative to the certainty of both optimists and pessimists. Optimists think it will all be fin.. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| bdcf099 | Your opponents would love you to believe that it's hopeless, that you have no power, that there's no reason to act, that you can't win. Hope is a gift you don't have to surrender, a power you don't have to throw away. | hope politics | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 7a5d5bd | Sense of place is the sixth sense, an internal compass and map made by memory and spatial perception together. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 8ef1121 | To hope is to gamble. It's to bet on your futures, on your desires, on the possibility that an open heart and uncertainty is better than gloom and safety. To hope is dangerous, and yet it is the opposite of fear, for to live is to risk. | change inspiration politics | Rebecca Solnit | |
| d4c1ce0 | There's a lot I don't tell my father when he calls asking after Amy. He wouldn't understand that she has no interest in getting married and was, in fact, quite happy to break up with her live-in boyfriend, whom she replaced with an imaginary boyfriend named Ricky. The last time she was asked out by a successful bachelor, Amy hesitated before saying, 'Thanks for asking, but I'm really not into white guys right now. | David Sedaris | ||
| 1b1eb22 | Royce took out his dagger and drove it into the table, where it stood upright. "Look at the blade. Is it bright or dark?" Hadrian narrowed his eyes suspiciously. The brilliant surface of Alverstone was dazzling as it reflected the candlelight. "Bright." Royce nodded. "Now move your head over here and look from my perspective." Hadrian leaned over, putting his head on the opposite side of the blade, where the shadow made it black as chimney .. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 3146fd1 | And you? Did you find the doorknob?" Hadrian picked up a jug and downed several swallows, drinking so quickly some of the water dripped down his chin. He poured some in his palm and rinsed his face, running his fingers through his hair. "I didn't even get close enough to see a door." "Well, look on the bright side"--Hadrian smiled--"at least you weren't captured and condemned to death this time." "That's the bright side?" "What can I say? I.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 1c367ea | Verily, for nine hundred years have I lost. Everyone I knew is dead, the empire gone, and who knows in what state the world is left. Should what thy sister reports prove true, much hath changed in the world." "By the way," Royce mentioned, "No one uses the words or anymore and certainly not , , or ." | humor humorous language riyria | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| 681116e | There you are!" he shouted at them. "Father has half the castle turned out looking for you." "Us?" Hadrian asked. "Yes." Fanen nodded. "He wants to see the two thieves in his chambers right away." "You didn't steal the silver or anything, did you, Royce?" Hadrian asked. "I would bet it has more to do with your flirting with Lenare this afternoon and threatening Mauvin just to show off," Royce retorted. "That was your fault," Hadrian said, j.. | Michael J. Sullivan |