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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| fa3ae52 | And after I played them both a few times, I realized they were two halves of the same song. | Amy Tan | ||
| 078c5db | The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for more to fall, but that was it. The entire storm was two flakes. | snowstorm | Richard Brautigan | |
| 21f4a07 | There are spiders living comfortably in my house while the wind howls outside. They aren't bothering anybody. If I were a fly, I'd have second thoughts, but I'm not, so I don't. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| db19cb8 | And perhaps it didn't matter to them, not always, what they read aloud; it was the breath of life flowing between them, and the words of the moment riding on it that held them in delight. Between some two people every word is beautiful, or might as well be beautiful. | Eudora Welty | ||
| 7ae3fa4 | The action most worth watching is not at the center of things, but where edges meet. | Anne Fadiman | ||
| 3d20d85 | Something amazing happens when the rest of the world is sleeping. I am glued to my chair. I forget that I ever wanted to do anything but write. The crowded city, the crowded apartment, and the crowded calendar suddenly seem spacious. Three or four hours pass in a moment; I have no idea what time it is, because I never check the clock. If I chose to listen, I could hear the swish of taxis bound for downtown bars or the soft saxophone riffs t.. | night sensory-deprivation sleeplessness | Anne Fadiman | |
| 547f258 | If you can't see that your own culture has its own set of interests, emotions, and biases, how can you expect to deal successfully with someone else's culture? | Anne Fadiman | ||
| 4fd7ee9 | If the soul cannot find its jacket. it is condemned to an eternity of wandering--naked and alone | Anne Fadiman | ||
| 0aead25 | So what the media do, in effect, is to take the set of assumptions which express the basic ideas of the propaganda system, whether about the Cold War or the economic system or the "national interest" and so on, and then present a range of debate within that framework--so the debate only enhances the strength of the assumptions, ingraining them in people's minds as the entire possible spectrum of opinion that there is." | Noam Chomsky | ||
| ebf7dac | The smart way to keep people passive and obedient is to strictly limit the spectrum of acceptable opinion, but allow very lively debate within that spectrum--even encourage the more critical and dissident views. That gives people the sense that there's free thinking going on, while all the time the presuppositions of the system are being reinforced by the limits put on the range of the debate. | media politics society sociology | Noam Chomsky | |
| 21865f9 | I hope people don't take kittens on a whim, like they would a toy, then not care for them. | humane impulse kittens | Shirley Rousseau Murphy | |
| baa60fe | Only then did I see. Something was amiss with Patrick's snap-on one piece, or "onesie" as we manly dads like to call it. His chubby thighs, I now realized, were squeezed into the armholes, which were so tight they must have been cutting off his circulation. The collared neck hung between his legs like an udder. Up top, Patrick's head stuck out through the unsnapped crotch, and his arms were lost somewhere in the billowing pant legs. It was .. | john-grogan | John Grogan | |
| b8ba70c | Me sonrie lentamente con una sonrisa que probablemente haya inventado para derretir los corazones de todas las chicas del planeta -Brit | Simone Elkeles | ||
| d080e38 | But I never think about dead people. Looking at these old graves makes me think how generation after generation of the same family are all gathered together. And that makes me think about how life goes on, but not about dying. I never think about dying. | John Berendt | ||
| de422b0 | Nobody knew how to be what they were right. | John Barth | ||
| ea112bd | Think only on the climb. Think on what you control | climbing | Lois Lowry | |
| 7eccd45 | Of course I was under the spell, and the wonderful part is that, even at the time, I perfectly knew I was. | Henry James | ||
| 2a300a3 | his indescribable little air of knowing nothing in the world but love. | Henry James | ||
| 8bc42af | and even when I was broken the way sometimes one can be broken, and even though I had fallen, I found upon arising that I was stronger than before, that the glories, if I may call them that, which I had loved so much and that had been darkened in my fall, were shinning even brighter and nearly everytime subsequently I have fallen and darkness has come over me, they have obstinately arisen, not as they were, but brighter. | Mark Helprin | ||
| b4aeaa5 | Perhaps things are most beautiful when they are not quite real; when you look upon a scene as an outsider, and come to possess it in its entirety and forever; when you live in the present with the lucidity and feeling of memory; when, for want of connection, the world deepens and becomes art. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 676bbdc | Perhaps he was a fool, but he thought that if a work were truly great you would only have to read it once and you would be stolen from yourself, desperately moved, changed forever. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 6ece07f | Not surprisingly, he began to sing, and because no one in the world could hear him, and he sang without inhibition, he sang well. | Mark Helprin | ||
| b903edb | Now, in a shift of light, the shadows of birds are more pronounced on the gallery's white wall. The shadow of each bird is speaking to me. Each shadow doubles the velocity, ferocity of forms. The shadow, my shadow now merges with theirs. Descension. Ascension. The velocity of wings creates the whisper to awaken.... I want to feel both the beauty and the pain of the age we are living in. I want to survive my life without becoming numb. I wan.. | Terry Tempest Williams | ||
| 21b45a8 | The sin we commit against each other as women is lack of support. We hurt. We hurt each other. We hide. We project. We become mute or duplicitous, and we fester like boiling water until one day we erupt like a geyser. Do we forget we unravel in grief? | female friendship support women | Terry Tempest Williams | |
| 546110d | A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing - A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of your rowing - Whose echoes live in memory yet, Though envious years would say 'forget. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 298b839 | It's done by everyone minding their own business | Lewis Carroll | ||
| af26d9d | I said you LOOKED like an egg, Sir. And some eggs are very pretty, you know. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 6d81b71 | Tumbling into a dark, Lewis Carroll labyrinth of filth, pursuing a white rabbit of smut! | lewis-carroll smutty | Russell Brand | |
| 70e36ff | Lewis Carroll. He was an odd one. Real name was Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Completely denied having anything to do with the Alice books. Daft as a brush. You'd have liked him! | alice-in-wonderland-reference daft doctor-who writers | Mike Tucker | |
| d61b8f1 | The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday--but never jam to-day.' 'It MUST come sometimes to "jam to-day,"' Alice objected. 'No, it can't,' said the Queen. ' It's jam every OTHER day: to-day isn't any OTHER day, you know.' 'I don't understand you,' said Alice. 'It's dreadfully confusing!' 'That's the effect of living backwards,' the Queen said kindly: 'it always makes one a little giddy at first--' 'Living backwards!' Alice repeated.. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 1aa425e | Well, then,' the Cat went on, 'you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 833a959 | Sorrow is implicit in love as gravitation is implicit in mass. | Lawrence Durrell | ||
| 8476f9d | How did you know? That she wasn't the one for him?" Now he's staring at his hands, slowing rubbing them together. "They just didn't have that . . . natural magic. You know? It never seemed easy." My voice grows tiny. "Do you think things have to be easy? For it to work?" Cricket's head shoots up, his eyes bulging as they grasp my meaning. "NO. I mean, yes, but . . . sometimes there are ... extenuating circumstances. That prevent it from b.. | lola moment | Stephanie Perkins | |
| a07f23a | If you were my girl," he says, but there's an explosion outside in the courtyard, and I miss the punchline. Fireworks crackle in showers of pink, green, blue, white, green, pink, orange. The museum-goers on the escalators heading upwards erupt in a frenzy of applause as we continue heading down. "If you were my girl," Josh says, pressing his nose against my ear. I turn my head, and the lights and the noise and the people disappear. The dist.. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| c2b4010 | It was a pretty complete list. The kind of list one makes when one cannot fall asleep because one's thoughts keep swirling through one's brain like a bunch of sparrows on crack. | list maximum-ride sparrows | James Patterson | |
| d68000c | And there I was, pretty as heck, brown eyes, a few freckles, fashion challenged, and a bad attitude. Max II. | James Patterson | ||
| 79645fa | It's so strange. Everything can be going alone just great, and then one day, whack, you're blindsided-- a lousy, crammy blow you didn't see coming. | James Patterson | ||
| 2d0f66f | Everybody in!" I said. Which was when we discovered the final problem. Little Echos aren't designed to hold six, count them six, larger-than-average-sized children. And their wings. And a dog. "This is like a clown car," Total grumbled front my lap in the front seat. "Why does the dog get to sit in your lap?'' Gazzy asked plaintively, as we rattled and banged down the dark streets. "How about a kid?" "Oh. 'The dog.' Very nice," said Total. .. | dog funny lol talking-dog | James Patterson | |
| 88ccdda | Only three things mattered about a hotel: position, position and position. | Jeffrey Archer | ||
| 7e7584e | Preach it, I say preach it. | Maya Angelou | ||
| aa427b0 | My mother's gifts of courage to me were both large and small. The latter are woven so subtly into the fabric of my psyche that I can hardly distinguish where she stops and I begin. | education family inspirational-love mother motherhood upbringing | Maya Angelou | |
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| 1c0089b | Ow do you knock out a Denizen?" asked Suzy. "I tried it myself once or twice, but just hitting them never works." "It is not the force of the blow, but the authority with which it is delivered," quoth the raven." | Garth Nix | ||
| 10dfa6d | It was the first time that we had sort of articulated our major problem. She wanted to die and I wanted her to live and we were enemies who loved each other. | Miriam Toews |