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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 21ebaea | Of course. Opal is toying with our emotions for her own gratification. Nothing more. She wishes to place herself in a position of power, emotionally. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| e18ebfc | offensive" is frequently but a synonym for "unusual"..." -- | lolita vladimir-nabokov | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| b43fb30 | Demain, des l'aube, a l'heure ou blanchit la campagne, Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends. J'irai par la foret, j'irai par la montagne. Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps. Je marcherai les yeux fixes sur mes pensees, Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit, Seul, inconnu, le dos courbe, les mains croisees, Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit. Je ne regarderai ni l'or du soir qui tombe, Ni les v.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 38f151a | The wise man is he who knows when and how to stop | Victor Hugo | ||
| d21cc07 | That is the explanation of war, an outrage by humanity upon humanity in despite of humanity. | Victor Hugo | ||
| ea577ab | Let us admit, without bitterness, that the individual has his distinct interests and can, without felony, stipulate for those interests and defend them. The present has its pardonable amount of egotism; momentary life has its claims, and cannot be expected to sacrifice itself incessantly to the future. The generation which is in its turn passing over the earth is not forced to abridge its life for the sake of the generations, its equals aft.. | sacrifice selfishness | Victor Hugo | |
| 9cd9386 | By degrees, however, they began to hope again. Such are our insubmergable mirages of the soul! There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in its depths. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 88a9391 | What greater flood can there be than the flood of ideas? How quickly they submerge all that they set out to destroy, how rapidly do they create terrifying depths? | les-misérables revolution | Victor Hugo | |
| 7a30f33 | Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower. | openness | Victor Hugo | |
| 9215d65 | Oh! Everything I loved! | Victor Hugo | ||
| e547c56 | People do not read stupidities with impunity. | stupidity | Victor Hugo | |
| 57e4afd | No army can stop an idea whose time has come | Victor Hugo | ||
| 11fc46b | How strange it was to think that he, who such a short time ago dared not believe in the happiness of her loving him, now felt unhappy because she loved him too much! | levin love | Leo Tolstoy | |
| bf49b07 | To evoke in oneself a feeling one has once experienced, and having evoked it in oneself, then by means of movements, lines, colors, sounds, or forms expressed in words, so to transmit that feeling that others may experience the same feeling - this is the activity of art. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| f9499bd | This history of culture will explain to us the motives, the conditions of life, and the thought of the writer or reformer. | history humanity life motives | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 41a0f81 | Why am I going?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes. "You know that I am going in order to be where you are," said he. "I cannot do otherwise." "Not a word, not a movement of yours will I ever forget, nor can I..." | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 41fa433 | Levin scowled. The humiliation of his rejection stung him to the heart, as though it were a fresh wound he had only just received. But he was at home, and at home the very walls are a support. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| ffb2bfd | Nothing has been discovered, nothing has been invented. We can only know that we know nothing. And that's the highest degree of human wisdom. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 0a012f8 | As it was before, so it was now; I need only be aware of God to live; I need only forget Him, or disbelieve Him, and I died. What is this animation and dying? I do not live when I lose belief in the existence of God. I should long ago have killed myself had I not had a dim hope of finding Him. I live, really live, only when I feel Him and seek Him. "What more do you seek?" exclaimed a voice within me. "This is He. He is that without which o.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 18cc404 | Faith is the strength of life. If a man lives he believes in something. If he did not believe that one must live for something, he would not live. If he does not see and recognize the illusory nature of the finite, he believes in the finite; if he understands the illusory nature of the finite, he must believe in the infinite. Without faith he cannot live. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 6fc7eff | To us, it is incomprehensible that millions of Christian men killed and tortured each other because Napoleon was ambitious or Alexander was firm, or because England's policy was astute or the Duke of Oldenburg was wronged. We cannot grasp what connection such circumstances have the with the actual fact of slaughter and violence: why because the Duke was wronged, thousands of men from the other side of Europe killed and ruined the people of .. | reason war | Leo Tolstoy | |
| a5f035f | In spite of death, he felt the need of life and love. He felt that love saved him from despair, and that this love, under the menace of despair, had become still stronger and purer. The one mystery of death, still unsolved, had scarcely passed before his eyes, when another mystery had arisen, as insoluble, urging him to love and to life. | life love | Leo Tolstoy | |
| dd8cd50 | Anna smiled,as people smile at the weaknesses of those they love. . . | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 5ca3836 | No one is satisfied with his fortune,and everyone is satisfied with his wit. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| dd8bc4b | Her maternal instinct told her Natasha had too much of something, and because of this she would not be happy | war | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 93953c2 | By shutting out the real world we can live peacefully in ours. We know that a world without pain is a world without feeling... But a world without feeling is a world without pain. | imagination pain peace real-world | Daniel Keyes | |
| 5617d4a | language is sometimes a barrier instead of a pathway. | Daniel Keyes | ||
| 1156875 | a good friend stands in harm's way for you the second you ask--but a great friend does it without being asked at all. | Ian Caldwell & Dustin Thomason | ||
| 2367342 | Sneaky would be a lime-green Volkswagen. Nobody would suspect the assassins in the lime-green Volkswagen. | funny sneaky | Adam Rex | |
| 6e9754f | Miss Ingram was a mark beneath jealousy: she was too inferior to excite feeling. Pardon the seeming paradox; I mean what I say. She was very showy, but she was not genuine; she had a fine person, many brilliant attainments, but her mind was poor, her heart barren by nature; nothing bloomed spontaneously on that soil; no unforced natural fruit delighted by its freshness. She was not good; she was not original; she used to repeat sounding phr.. | character-description | Charlotte Brontë | |
| ef7300b | I seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms: you wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane? | jane-eyre | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 5e58518 | Poetry destroyed? Genius banished? No! Mediocrity, no: do not let envy prompt you to the thought. No; they not only live, but reign, and redeem: and without their divine influence spread everywhere, you would be in hell--the hell of your own meanness. | genius meanness mediocrity poetry | Charlotte Brontë | |
| a5a38a5 | Come, Paul!" she reiterated, her eye grazing me with its hard ray like a steel stylet. She pushed against her kinsman. I thought he receded; I thought he would go. Pierced deeper than I could endure, made now to feel what defied suppression, I cried - "My heart will break!" What I felt seemed literal heart-break; but the seal of another fountain yielded under the strain: one breath from M. Paul, the whisper, "Trust me!" lifted a load, opene.. | goodbyes jealousy love lucy-snowe separation villette | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 0d99300 | Take the matter as you find it: ask no questions, utter no remonstrances; it is your best wisdom. You expected bread, and you have got a stone: break your teeth on it, and don't shriek because the nerves are martyrized; do not doubt that your mental stomach--if you have such a thing--is strong as an ostrich's; the stone will digest. You held out your hand for an egg, and fate put into it a scorpion. Show no consternation: close your fingers.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 6617f06 | Arraigned at my own bar, Memory having given her evidence of the hopes, wishes, sentiments I had been cherishing since last night-- of the general state of mind which I have indulged for nearly a fortnight past; Reason having come forward and told in her own quiet way , a plain, unvarnished tale, showing how I had rejected the real, and rabidly devoured the ideal;-- I pronounced judgment to this effect:-- That a greater fool than Jane Eyre .. | lies | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 595849b | For I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial. | jane-eyre | Charlotte Brontë | |
| b10e757 | I grieve to leave Thornfield: I love Thornfield - I love it, because I have lived in it a full and delightful life, -momentarily at least. I have not been trampled on. I have not been petrified. I have not been buried with inferior minds, and excluded from every glimpse of communion with what is bright and energetic, and high. I have talked, face to face, with what I reverence; with what I delight in, -with an original, a vigorous, an expan.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| c1a8f56 | A new chapter in a novel is something like a new scene in a play; | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| bd7a208 | The truest love that ever heart Felt at its kindled core, Did through each vein, in quickened start, The tide of being pour. Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein. I dreamed it would be nameless bliss, As I loved, loved to be; And to this object did I press As blind as eagerly. But wide as pathless was the space That lay our lives between, And dangerous as the foa.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 8c4828e | It's much more fun to be the exception, not the rule | ta-barron ultimate-magic | T.A. Barron | |
| dc05465 | In summers heate and mid-time of the day To rest my limbes upon a bed I lay, One window shut, the other open stood, Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood, Like twilight glimpse at setting of the Sunne, Or night being past, and yet not day begunne. Such light to shamefast maidens must be showne, Where they may sport, and seeme to be unknowne. Then came Corinna in a long loose gowne, Her white neck hid with tresses hanging downe, Resemb.. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| c546999 | Let me say the good are often punished unfairly. | Ann Rinaldi | ||
| 917c04e | Because I had already resolved that if you're afraid of love, your heart will break anyway, only in not half so nice a fashion as it does when you let somebody love you. | Ann Rinaldi | ||
| 9b71e99 | Rape and war, she explained are among the most common causes of post-traumatic stress disorder, and survivors of sexual assault frequently exhibit many of the same symptoms and behaviors as survivors of combat: flashbacks, insomnia, nightmares, hypervigilance, depression, isolation, suicidal thoughts, outbursts of anger, unrelenting anxiety, and an inability to shake the feeling that the world is spinning out of control. | rape-culture | Jon Krakauer |