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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a6a0943 | she's never forgotten, either, how a mystery caught in the hand could lose its grace | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| 2e1bf68 | It's one thing to carry your life wherever you go. Another thing to always go looking for it somewhere else. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| 85e6d39 | The past is all we know of the future. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| 714ef25 | He needs to go rub his soul against life. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| a1265cf | God, why does a mortal man have children? It is senseless to love anything this much. | parenting | Barbara Kingsolver | |
| 2d55c66 | She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn't. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| 0453dc0 | The most important part of a story is the piece of it you don't know. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| 6152fdd | I've been thinking about that. About how your kids aren't really yours, they're just these people that you try to keep an eye on, and hope you'll all grow up someday to like each other and still be in one piece. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| 68017ed | I don't know what rituals my kids will carry into adulthood, whether they'll grow up attached to homemade pizza on Friday nights, or the scent of peppers roasting over a fire, or what. I do know that flavors work their own ways under the skin, into the heart of longing. Where my kids are concerned I find myself hoping for the simplest things: that if someday they crave orchards where their kids can climb into the branches and steal apples, .. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| a4006fa | Our prayer is not simply, 'Dear God, please send me a better job,' but, 'Dear God, enable me to see this situation differently, that this area of apparent lack might be healed inside my mind. | inspirational job-seeking unemployment | Marianne Williamson | |
| da57701 | We lack faith in *what* exists within us because we lack faith in *Who* exists within us. | inspiration | Marianne Williamson | |
| dbba160 | Healthy" and "diseased," as Susan Sontag points out...are often subjective judgments that society makes for its own purposes. Women have long been defined as sick as a means of subjecting them to social control." | aging beauty body-image cosmetic-surgery cosmetics culture diet-industry double-standards equality fashion-industry feminism images magazines marketing mass-culture objectification plastic-surgery self-esteem sexuality society | Naomi Wolf | |
| 544bdf3 | She may resent because she resents feeling ugly in sex--or, if "beautiful," her body defined and diminished by pornography. It inhibits in her something she needs to live, and gives her the ultimate anaphrodisiac: the self-critical sexual gaze. Alice Walker's essay "Coming Apart" investigates the damage done: Comparing herself to her lover's pornography, her heroine "foolishly" decides that she is not beautiful." | aging beauty body-image cosmetic-surgery cosmetics culture diet-industry double-standards eating-disorders equality fashion-industry feminism images magazines marketing mass-culture objectification plastic-surgery pornography self-esteem sexual-violence sexuality society | Naomi Wolf | |
| a6e6a92 | As women demanded access to power, the power structure used the beauty myth materially to undermine women's advancement. | beauty images marketing media scoiety self-esteem | Naomi Wolf | |
| 113732b | You can't love someone new without getting over the last one. | Lisa Kleypas | ||
| 102ca3d | Evie gave birth later that year to a high-spirited girl with flame-colored curls, leading St. Vincent to the conclusion that it was his destiny to be loved by many red-haired women. He was very pleased. | Lisa Kleypas | ||
| 08d819d | I love you," Sam said, and set his mouth against hers, and broke off the kiss because he had to say it again. "I love you." Lucy's trembling fingers came to his lips, caressing them gently, "Are you sure? How do you know it's not just about sex?" "It is about sex...sex with your mind, sex with your soul, sex with the color of your eyes, the smell of your skin. I want to sleep in your bed. I want you to be the first thing I see every morning.. | romance sex | Lisa Kleypas | |
| fa6677f | Her chances of a decent marriage were about to be dashed-and all because of a ferret. | humor marriage poppy spinster | Lisa Kleypas | |
| b1d4ea3 | He spoke just beneath her ear, his voice thick with tormented pleasure. "You have to leave, Sara ... because I want to hold you like this until your skin melts into mine. I want you in my bed, the smell of you on my sheets, your hair spread across my pillow. I want to take your innocence. God! I want to ruin you for anyone else." Blindly Sara flattened her hand on his cheek, against the scratch of newly grown beard. "What if I want the same.. | Lisa Kleypas | ||
| 2b67f22 | Maybe he's not college-smart, but he's smart in a way they can't teach. | Lisa Kleypas | ||
| 3cc1bea | Sometimes the closest-held secrets in the world can be pried out by the right question at the right time. | Lisa Kleypas | ||
| 332c57c | I know many scientific facts about the human heart- not the least of which is that it's far easier to make a heart stop beating entirely than to keep it from loving the wrong person. | love | Lisa Kleypas | |
| 53f3086 | Evie picked up the smallest of the rings and tried it on the fourth finger of her left hand. It fit perfectly. Raising it closer to her face, she examined the design. It was the simplest of all the rings, a polished gold band engraved with the words Tha Gad Agam Ort. "What does this mean?" she asked MacPhee. "It says, 'My love is upon ye." | Lisa Kleypas | ||
| bc9e255 | I try to see the whole woman,' Eddie said to Hannah. 'Of course I recognize that she's old, but there are photographs - or the equivalent of photographs in one's imagination of anyone's life. A whole life, I mean. I can picture her when she was much younger than I am - because there are always gestures and expressions that are ingrained, ageless. An old woman doesn't see herself as an old woman, and neither do I. I try to see her her whole .. | John Irving | ||
| 8b26a5f | He had in abundance youth's most dangerous qualities: optimism and relentlessness. He would risk everything he had to fly the plane that could carry the bomb within him. | John Irving | ||
| eb32e7f | Grant us safe lodging, and holy rest," Mrs. Grogan was saying, "and peace at last." Amen, thought Wilbur Larch, the Saint of St. Cloud's, who was seventy-something, and an ether addict, and who felt that he'd come a long way and still had a long way to go." | John Irving | ||
| d518f74 | I think that was when the headmaster realized he had lost; he realized then that he was finished. Because, what could he do? Was he going to tell us to stop praying? We kept our heads bowed; and we kept praying. Even as awkward as he was, the Rev. Mr. Merrill had made it clear to us that there was no end to praying for Owen Meany. | John Irving | ||
| 2eea5a6 | My dear boy, " Miss Frost said sharply. "My dear boy, please don't put a label on me - don't make a category before you get to know me!" | John Irving | ||
| c13c830 | Everything I said he agreed with, which was trying, and his flute playing would make the deaf wince, but I think the real problem with Hyacinth was that he reminded me of myself. He read poetry. He flinched at loud noises. In addition to having no musical skills, he had no martial skills. He avoided any situation that might require physical effort on his part. Seeing him, I found it no wonder that my father despised me. | self-reflection σοφός | Megan Whalen Turner | |
| 3ef352d | Let the gods into your life and you rapidly lose faith in the natural laws. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 7f9dbb9 | He didn't want to talk to Pol. Pol would want him to go somewhere on the back of a horse. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 7a82423 | Ornon says, Ornon-who-always-has-something-to-say says, the Thieves of Eddis don't have breaking points. We have flash points instead, like gunpowder. That's what makes us dangerous." -Eugenides" | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 2fb490d | If these were death agonies, they were fake ones, Costis thought, and was sure of it when they reached the shallow stair at the far end of the reflecting pool. No one on the verge of death has the strength to pile one foul word on top of another like a man compiling a layered pastry of obscene language, from the the bottom step all the way to the top. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| bad66d4 | What he brought out was a wooden gag they put in someone's mouth before doing something drastic, like cutting off a leg. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| d2b9ea3 | Welcome," said the magus. "Would you like some dried beef, some dried beef, or some dried beef for lunch?" "Oh, I'll take stuffed pigeons in sauce, thank you, and some decent wine to drink. None of that cheap stuff, please." The magus handed me an almost empty paper package of dried beef and half of a loaf of bread. "Enjoy your meal," he said." | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| a0eb2ee | I stayed only two days in the capital. I was welcomed by a cheering citizenry, who threw flowers at my head. It was disconcerting to think I could have put almost any young man in my retinue on a white horse and they would have thrown flowers at him instead. It was not me they cared about, only what I meant to them: a cessation of hostilities, a chance for prosperity, food on the table. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 705d181 | Sugar leans her chin against the knuckles of the hand that holds the pen. Glistening on the page between her silk-shrouded elbows lies an unfinished sentence. The heroine of her novel has just slashed the throat of a man. The problem is how, precisely, the blood will flow. Flow is too gentle a word; spill implies carelessness; spurt is out of the question because she has used the word already, in another context, a few lines earlier. Pour o.. | Michel Faber | ||
| 30d939f | Most distracting of all, though, was not the threat of danger but the allure of beauty. | Michel Faber | ||
| afb74cb | True friendship must be akin to romance, I think; only without all the anguish and anxiety. | love romance | Jacqueline Carey | |
| 4818b6b | Morris liked to share he books with others. Sometimes it was a favorite that everyone loved, and other times he found a lonely little volume whose tale was seldom told. "Everyone's story matters," said Morris. And all the books agreed." | William Joyce | ||
| 447b7d4 | You know, the Philistines have long since discarded the rack and stake as a means of suppressing the opinions they feared: they've discovered a much more deadly weapon of destruction -- the wisecrack. | W. Somerset maugham | ||
| e3d16d2 | All his plans were suddenly overthrown, and the existence, so elaborately pictured, was no more than a dream which would never be realized. He was free once more. Free! He need give up none of his projects, and life still was in his hands for him to do what he liked with. He felt no exhiliration, but only dismay. His heart sank. The future stretched out before him in desolate emptiness. It was as though he had sailed for many years over a g.. | W. Somerset Maugham | ||
| a5c29cf | It was like making a blunder at a party; there was nothing to do about it, it was dreadfully mortifying, but it showed a lack of sense to ascribe too much importance to it. | W. Somerset Maugham | ||
| 1be564a | They say a woman always remembers her first lover with affection; but perhaps she does not always remember him. | W. Somerset Maugham |