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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4f72db0 | Your sister," I say evenly, "is incredibly sick. I'm sorry if that interferes with your dentist's appointment or your plan to go buy a pair of cleats. But those don't rate quite as high in the grand scheme of things right now. I'd think that since you're ten, you might be able to grow up enough to realize that the whole world doesn't always revolve around you." Jesse looks out the window, where Kate straddles the arm of an oak tree, coac.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 8d85461 | You don't make a friend," Jacob said with a scowl. "It's not like they come with directions like you'd find on a box of macaroni and cheese." | directions friendship humor | Jodi Picoult | |
| ea2035f | Your religion should help you make the decision if you find yourself in that situation, but the policy should exist for you to have the right to make it in the first place. When you say you can't do something because your religion forbids it, that's a good thing. When you say I can't do something because YOUR religion forbids it, that's a problem. | prochoice prolife religion | Jodi Picoult | |
| c96bef4 | Add love, and a person might do something crazy. Add love, and all the lines between right and wrong were bound to disappear. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 7e515cd | If there was a religion of Annaism, and I had to tell you how humans made their way to Earth, it would go like this: In the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. The moon grew hungry, thinner and thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife. By accid.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 790a695 | I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame. | shame violins | Jodi Picoult | |
| 1c24e29 | Many trees have died so that the Catholic Church can preach against homosexuality. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 78a3445 | Energy can't be destroyed, only converted into something different. So when a person dies, where does that energy go? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| fc7f7d8 | I don't think anyone who falls in love has a choice. You're just pulled to that person like true north, whether it's good for you or bound to break your heart. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 4fe48f3 | You never know when somebody will pull you to them. | Charles Frazier | ||
| 044b3f2 | Jamie... I only want to be where you are. Nothing else. | romance | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 44b1009 | Does it bother you that I'm not a virgin?" He hesitated a moment before answering. "Well, no," he said slowly, "so long as it doesna bother you that I am." He grinned at my drop-jawed expression, and backed toward the door. "Reckon one of us should know what they're doing." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d78c921 | As usual, the note occupied less than a page and included neither salutation nor closing, Uncle Hal's opinion being that since the letter had a direction upon it, the intended recipient was obvious, the seal indicated plainly who had written it, and he did not waste his time in writing to fools. | pragmatism | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 566f163 | There is a great difference between those phenomena which are accepted on faith, and those which are proved by objective determination, though the cause of both may be equally 'rational' once known. And the chief difference is this: that people will treat with disdain such phenomena as are proved by the evidence of the senses, and commonly experienced--while they will defend to the death the reality of a phenomenon which they have neither s.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| fa49be5 | And I don't recommend murder as a way of settling difficult situations. It tends to lead to complications--but not nearly as many as marriage. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ce722f9 | Jamie] shook his head, looking stunned. "I canna tell whether ye mean to compliment my virility, Sassenach, or insult my morals, but I dinna care much for either suggestion. Murtagh told me women were unreasonable, but Jesus God!" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0a7d79c | I was crying and laughing, snuffing tears and blood, bumping at him with my bound hands, trying awkwardly to thrust them at him so that he could cut the rope. He quit grappling, and clutched me so hard against him that I yelped in pain as my face was pressed against his plaid. He was saying something else, urgently, but I couldn't manage to translate it. Energy pulsed through him, hot and violent, like the current in a live wire, and I vagu.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b36c3b5 | IN THE LIGHT OF eternity, time casts no shadow. Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. But what is it that the old women see? We see necessity, and we do the things that must be done. Young women don't see--they are, and the spring of life runs through them. Ours is the guarding of the spring, ours the shielding of the light we have lit, the flame that we are. What have I seen? You are the vision of my youth, the.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2a553d7 | For the moment, everything had disappeared: the church, the battle, the screams and shouts and the rumble of limber wheels along the rutted road through Freehold. There wasn't anything but her and him, and he opened his eyes to look on her face, to fix it in his mind forever. | claire-fraser fear jamie-fraser love wounded | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 5d02a4a | Surely heaven must have something of the color and shape of whatever village or hill or cottage of which the believer says, This is my own. | William Faulkner | ||
| 49cfacd | Men have been pacifists for every reason under the sun except to avoid danger and fighting. | men pacifism pacifists war | William Faulkner | |
| 5d67648 | Deeply buried in the mind, there lies a mechanism that accepts what the mind experiences as beautiful and pleasant and rejects those experiences that are perceived as ugly and painful. This mechanism gives rise to those states of mind that we are training ourselves to avoid-- things like greed, lust, hatred, aversion, and jealousy. | Bhante Henepola Gunaratana | ||
| 323f947 | His clock was set on pioneer time. He met trains that had not yet arrived, he waited on platforms that hadn't yet been built, beside tracks that might never be laid. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| fd3f56b | Pleasant things to hear, though hearing them from him embarrasses me. I soak up the praise but feel obliged to disparage the gift. I believe that most people have some degree of talent for something--forms, colors, words, sounds. Talent lies around in us like kindling waiting for a match, but some people, just as gifted as others, are less lucky. Fate never drops a match on them. The times are wrong, or their health is poor, or their energy.. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| fed4773 | Oh, books, what books they used to know, Those children living long ago! So please, oh please, we beg, we pray, Go throw your TV set away, And in its place you can install A lovely bookshelf on the wall. | Roald Dahl | ||
| ced4795 | Listening to my father during those early years, I began to realise how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. He taught me that if you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good. Hot is no good, either. White hot and passionate is the only thing to be. | life | Roald Dahl | |
| 18fb8ab | Marvelous wonders don't have to happen of a sudden, the way they do in the Arabian Nights. They can also take a long time, like crystals growing, or minds changing, or leaves turning. The trick is to keep an eye peeled, so they don't slip by unappreciated. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 6959a8b | The same old rain, and, if not welcomed, at least accepted--an old gray aunt who came to visit every winter and stayed till spring. You learn to live with her. You learn to reconcile yourself to the little inconveniences and not get annoyed. You remember she is seldom angry or vicious and nothing to get in a stew about, and if she is a bore and stays overlong you can train yourself not to notice her, or at least not to stew about her. Which | Ken Kesey | ||
| d082c28 | There's no doubt in my mind that McMurphy's won, but I'm not sure what. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 00f71dd | He's got hands so long and white and dainty I think they carved each other out of soap. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 074bed7 | I think apparatus burned out all over the ward trying to adjust to her come busting in like she did-took electronic readings on her and calculated they weren't built to handle something like this on the ward, and just burned out, like machines committing suicide. | observation | Ken Kesey | |
| e236544 | It's fogging a little, but I won't slip off and hide in it. No...never again... | Ken Kesey | ||
| b1420d2 | Does the Spearmint lose its flavor on the bedpost over night? | Ken Kesey | ||
| 1e1955e | It's fall coming, I thought, I can smell that sour-molasses smell of silage, clanging the air like a bell - smell like somebody's been burning oak leaves, left them to smolder overnight because they're too green. | fall scents | Ken Kesey | |
| 3cb88a5 | I realized I still had my eyes shut. I had shut them when I put my face to the screen, like I was scared to look outside. Now I had to open them. I looked out the window and saw for the first time how the hospital was out in the country. The moon was low in the sky over the pastureland; the face of it was scarred and scuffed where it had just torn up out of the snarl of scrub oak and madrone trees on the horizon. The stars up close to the m.. | moon stars | Ken Kesey | |
| 109b6d2 | To the Hesitating Purchaser: "If sailor tales to sailor tunes, Storm and adventure, heat and cold, If schooners, islands, and maroons And Buccaneers and buried Gold And all the old romance, retold, Exactly in the ancient way, Can please, as me they pleased of old, The wiser youngsters of to-day: -So be it, and fall on! If not, If studious youth no longer crave, His ancient appetites forgot, Kingston, or Ballantyne the brave, Or Cooper.. | grave pirates | Robert Louis Stevenson | |
| 07a085f | That was Flint's treasure that we had come so far to seek, and that had cost already the lives of seventeen men from the Hispaniola. How many it had cost in the ammassing, what blood and sorrow, what good ships scuttled on the deep, what brave men walking the plank blindfold, what shot of cannon, what shame and lies and cruelty, perhaps no man alive could tell. | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| ed7ea13 | Ah, said Silver, it were fortunate for me that I had Hawkins here. You would have let old john be cut to bits, and never given it a thought, doctor. 'Not a thought,' replied Dr. Livesey cheerily. | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| f90c753 | For people like this life is just about stuff. Having more than your neighbor and never enough. For these types of folks it's all about fortune and fame. What pays off is good, what does not is lame. So they don't and they won't and they can't understand. It's wisdom, not money that makes life grand. | Jacob M. Held | ||
| fdf0dd5 | Some folks hide, and some folks seek, and seeking, when it's mindless, neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous can be a form of hiding. | Tom Robbins | ||
| cda9238 | Early religions were like muddy ponds with lots of foliage. Concealed there, the fish of the soul could splash and feed. Eventually, however, religions became aquariums. Then hatcheries. From farm fingerling to frozen fish stick is a short swim. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 2e582be | The only question is how to make love stay. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 3306197 | The illusion of the seventh veil was the illusion that you could get somebody else to do it for you. To think for you. To hang on your cross. The priest, the rabbi, the imam, the swami, the philosophical novelist were traffic cops, at best. They might direct you through a busy intersection, but they wouldn't follow you home and park your car. | Tom Robbins | ||
| eecc12a | People aren't trees, so it is false when they speak of roots. | Tom Robbins |