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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 851608a | and I put on "All My Love" and watched the sun rise yet again and thought thank you Robert Plant for all your love but do you have anymore?" | robert-plant | Miriam Toews | |
| ff3275d | I wondered if it was possible to donate my body to science before I was actually dead. I wondered if a disease were to be named after me what the symptoms would be. | Miriam Toews | ||
| 2055790 | I had a thought, on the way home from the rock field, that the things we don't know about a person are the things that make them human, and it made me feel sad to think that, but sad in that reassuring way that some sadness has, a sadness that says welcome home in twelve different languages. | Miriam Toews | ||
| d194232 | But I also know that to ignore joy while it lasts, in favor of lamenting one's fate, is a great crime. | rune sea-of-trolls | Nancy Farmer | |
| 79ce5be | The high point of your life was when you knocked me down | high knocked-down life | Nancy Farmer | |
| 4d4c198 | Philippa Somerville, standing back a little, did not withdraw her arm. In her white face, a shadow of motherly irritation appeared. 'Has no one here any sense? Be quiet and sit down. The world will look after itself for a night, without your hand on the rim. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 7270849 | You choose to play God, and the Deity points out that the post is already adequately filled. During an outburst of besotted philanthropy he had redeemed Lymond, but Lymond quite simply was not prepared to be rescued; and least of all by his brother. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 921ddc9 | If a man is to lose his fortune, it is a good thing if he were poor before he acquired it, for poverty requires aptitude. | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| 17eca41 | My Tom died as babies do, gently and without complaint. Because they have been such a little time with us, they seem to hold to life but weakly. I used to wonder if it was so because the memory of Heaven still lived within them, so that in leaving here they do not fear death as we do, who no longer know with certainty where it is our spirits go. This, I thought, must be the kindness that God does for them and for us, since He gives so many .. | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| 0dae71d | A man does not learn very well, Mr. Robbins. Women, yes, because they are used to bending with whatever wind comes along. A woman, no matter the age, is always learning, always becoming. But a man, if you will pardon me, stops learning at fourteen or so. He shuts it all down, Mr. Robbins. A log is capable of learning more than a man. To teach a man would be a battle, a war, and I would lose. | Edward P. Jones | ||
| 60fa697 | Gods and men create one another, destroy one another, though by different means. | inspirational life | Tom Robbins | |
| c132125 | Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| d59cd70 | You think of outside your room, of the streets of the town, the lonely little squares over by the station, of those winter Saturdays all alike. | monotony sameness winter | Marguerite Duras | |
| ee8aaf3 | Only the young and the beautiful should be allowed to fuck. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 91ca331 | We must go on, because we can't turn back. | growth strength | Robert Louis Stevenson | |
| 996f8b8 | You're either my ship's cook-and then you were treated handsome-or Cap'n Silver, a common mutineer and pirate, and then you can go hang! | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| 5401e66 | A birdie with a yellow bill Hoped upon the window sill, | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| 50c5f67 | For thirty years," he said, "I've sailed the seas and seen good and bad, better and worse, fair weather and foul, provisions running out, knives going, and what not. Well, now I tell you, I never seen good come o' goodness yet. Him as strikes first is my fancy; dead men don't bite; them's my views--amen, so be it." | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| 58fe779 | Although I express myself with some degree of pleasantry, the purport of my words is entirely serious. | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| fc8223f | Cause I'm not really a Dr. Seuss fan." I stared at her, startled. "Em, you gotta be a fuckin' communist, you don't like Dr. Seuss. Jesus." | Joanna Wylde | ||
| 0bed7be | Your author has found love to be the full trip, emotionally speaking; the grand tour: fall in love, visit both Heaven and Hell for the price of one. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 94e0d27 | It is what it is. You are what you it. | Tom Robbins | ||
| c3dc3f3 | We are seldom as limited as we think we are. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 151bf0f | Consider the silent repose of the sausage as compared to the aggressiveness of bacon. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 1e3b444 | What we have here is an unexpected touchdown on the runway of the heart. | Tom Robbins | ||
| bd49860 | There's no such thing as security in this life sweetheart, and the sooner you accept that fact, the better off you'll be. The person who strives for security will never be free. The person who believes she's found security will never reach paradise. What she mistakes for security is purgatory. You know what purgatory is, Gwendolyn? It's the waiting room, it's the lobby. Not only does she have the wrong libretto, she's stuck in the lobby whe.. | Tom Robbins | ||
| c8d0558 | Dreamily the Princess stood up. "I'm not sure if I can walk," she said. "Then I'll carry you." "Is that what love is?" "I no longer know what love is. A week ago I had a lot of ideas. What love is and how to make it stay. Now that I'm in love, I haven't a clue. Now that I'm in love, I'm completely stupid on the subject." -- | Tom Robbins | ||
| be9ba22 | Alone, the world offers itself freely to us. To be unmasked, it has no choice. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 9a07e5b | We're our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 3579358 | We've all fallen, and we have the skinned knees and bruised hearts to prove it. But scars are easier to talk about than they are to show, with all the remembered feelings laid bare. And rarely do we see wounds that are in the process of healing. I'm not sure if it's because we feel too much shame to let anyone see a process as intimate as overcoming hurt, or if it's because even when we muster the courage to share our still-incomplete heali.. | Brené Brown | ||
| ff86ece | You will always belong anywhere you show up as yourself and talk about yourself and your work in a real way. | Brené Brown | ||
| 5e47973 | If we want to make meaning, we need to make art. Cook, write, draw, doodle, paint, scrapbook, take pictures, collage, knit, rebuild an engine, sculpt, dance, decorate, act, sing--it doesn't matter. As long as we're creating, we're cultivating meaning. | Brené Brown | ||
| 6cc268f | I'm here, I said, and it felt shockingly comforting, those words. When I'm panicked, I say them aloud to myself. I'm here. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 2fac25c | But I was born bent out of shape. I could picture myself coming out of the womb crooked and wrong. It never takes much for me to lose patience. The phrase fuck you may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but it's near. Midtongue. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| f7fe1ca | We were born in the '70s, back when twins were rare, a bit magical: cousins of the unicorn, siblings of the elves. | elves family love magic old-fashioned rare siblings superstition the-70s the-seventies twins unicorn unicorns | Gillian Flynn | |
| a165455 | You both find the exact same things worth remembering. You have the same rhythm. Click. You just know each other. All of a sudden you see reading in bed and waffles on Sunday and laughing at nothing & it's so far beyond fine that you know you can never go back. That fast. You think: Oh, here is the rest of my life. It's finally arrived. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| f18f21a | My parents are worried, of course, but how can I feel sorry for them, since they made me this way and then deserted me? | Gillian Flynn | ||
| ad2e7f8 | Nothing was irrevocable; everything was within reach... I could make promises to myself and to other people and there would be all the time in the world to keep them. I could stay up all night and make mistakes, and none of it would count. | Joan Didion | ||
| dbdd7e1 | Can you evade the dying of the brightness? Or do you evade only its warning? Where are you left if you miss the message the blue nights bring? | Joan Didion | ||
| 531f769 | But the fact of it was that I liked it out there, a ruin devoid of human vanities, clean of human illusions, an empty place reclaimed by the weather where a woman plays an organ to stop the wind's whining and an old man plays ball with a dog named Duke. I could tell you that I came back because I had promises to keep, but maybe it was because nobody asked me to stay. | Joan Didion | ||
| 0099f12 | Grief is different. Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life. Virtually everyone who has ever experienced grief mentions this phenomenon of "waves." | Joan Didion | ||
| ebf604e | nor can we know ahead of the fact the unending absence that follows, the void, the very opposite of meaning, the relentless succession of moments during which we will confront the experience of meaningless itself. | meaningless void | Joan Didion | |
| 4804c82 | One has to be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite insane | Nikola Tesla | ||
| 37d7703 | How many women do you think a man could possibly screw in his lifetime?" The vendor handed me my change. "I don't know," I said. "I've stopped counting." "Stopped counting, eh? What did you do, get to ten and decide that was enough before settling down?" He pointed to the gold band on my left hand. "No. I settled down first, then I started fucking." | Whitney Gracia Williams |