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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d8f60b5 | At that moment a very good thing was happening to her. Four good things had happened to her, in fact, since she came to Misselthwaite Manor. She had felt as if she had understood a robin and that he had understood her; she had run in the wind until her blood had grown warm; she had been healthily hungry for the first time in her life; and she had found out what it was to be sorry for someone. | growing healthy understanding | Frances Hodgson Burnett | |
| 08f30f2 | Much more surprising things can happen to any one who, when a disagreeable or discouraged thought comes into his mind, just has the sense to remember in time and push it out by putting in an agreeable determinedly courageous one. Two things cannot be in one place. "Where, you tend a rose, my lad, A thistle cannot grow." | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| da6f315 | Listen to th' wind wutherin' round the house," she said. "You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out on it tonight." Mary did not know what "wutherin'" meant until she listened, and then she understood. It must mean that hollow shuddering sort of roar which rushed round and round the house, as if the giant no one could see were buffeting it and beating at the walls and windows to try to break in. But one knew he could not get in, an.. | wind | Frances Hodgson Burnett | |
| 9be6cc8 | What then is the intellectual advantage of civilization over primitive savagery? It is not necessarily that each civilized man has more knowledge but that he requires far less. | Thomas Sowell | ||
| 2f7a52c | As her time in Florence drew to a close she was only at ease amongst those to whom she felt indifferent. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 82e4e49 | The passion for being for ever with one's fellows, and the fear of being left for a few hours alone, is to me wholly incomprehensible. I can entertain myself quite well for weeks together, hardly aware, except for the pervading peace, that I have been alone at all. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 7bd35ca | I'm sure it's wrong to go on being good for too long, till one gets miserable. And I can see you've been good for years and years, because you look so unhappy. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 9a6c611 | When I got to the library I came to a standstill, - ah, the dear room, what happy times I have spent in it rummaging amongst the books, making plans for my garden, building castles in the air, writing, dreaming, doing nothing. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| ba2d2ef | September 15th. - This is the month of quiet days, crimson creepers, and blackberries; of mellow afternoons in the ripening garden; of tea under acacias instead of too shady beeches; of wood fires in the library in chilly evenings. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 129e900 | Man can learn everything if he will but try. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 73d1dbc | The bully and the victim never quite forget their first relations. | E.M. Forster | ||
| ef037a3 | In Europe life retreats out of the cold, and exquisite fireside myths have resulted--Balder, Persephone--but [in India] the retreat is from the source of life, the treacherous sun, and no poetry adorns it because disillusionment cannot be beautiful. Men yearn for poetry though they may not confess it; they desire that joy shall be graceful and sorrow august and infinity have a form, and India fails to accommodate them. | prosody | E. M. Forster | |
| b27574e | God has put us on earth to love our neighbors and to show it, and He is omnipresent, even in India, to see how we are succeeding. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 08e2bc7 | Some leave our life with tears, others with an insane frigidity; Mrs. Wilcox had taken the middle course, which only rarer natures can pursue. She had kept proportion. She had told a little of her grim secret to her friends, but not too much; she had shut up her heart--almost, but not entirely. It is thus, if there is any rule, that we ought to die--neither as victim nor as fanatic, but as the seafarer who can greet with an equal eye the de.. | life | E.M. Forster | |
| fddfef4 | Eccolo!" he exclaimed. At the same moment the ground gave way, and with a cry she fell out of the wood. Light and beauty enveloped her. She had fallen on to a little open terrace, which was covered with violets from end to end. "Courage!" cried her companion, now standing some six feet above. "Courage and love." She did not answer. From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts,.. | first-kiss flowers italy kiss romance violets | E.M. Forster | |
| a34c8a4 | For Americans, Acts 16:9 is the high-fructose corn syrup of Bible verses--an all-purpose ingredient we'll stir into everything from the ink on the Marshall Plan to canisters of Agent Orange. Our greatest goodness and our worst impulses come out of this missionary zeal, contributing to our overbearing (yet not entirely unwarranted) sense of our country as an inherently helpful force in the world. And, as with the apostle Paul, the notion tha.. | history the-bible | Sarah Vowell | |
| 76a639f | the air has that bracing autumnal bite so that all you want to do is bob for apples or hang a witch or something. | fall new-england | Sarah Vowell | |
| 2c62760 | Until that moment, I hadn't realized that I embarked on the project of touring historic sites and monuments having to do with the assassinations of Lincoln, Garfield, and McKinley right around the time my country iffily went off to war, which is to say right around the time my resentment of the current president cranked up into contempt. Not that I want the current president killed. Like that director, I will, for the record (and for the FB.. | Sarah Vowell | ||
| 44f950f | The modern mocha is a bittersweet concoction of imperialism, genocide, invention, and consumerism served with whipped cream on top | Sarah Vowell | ||
| 2279cf1 | Dan inched closer. "Are her moving?" Jonah was on his feet now, cheerleading. "Get up, babysitter! Up! Up!" | Gordon Korman | ||
| 981f84b | Dan moved forward and replaced Jonah at the helm. "I've got a plan!" "That's my man!" The famous grin disappeared as Jonah took in the grim determination in Dan's features. His expression was as flat and expressionless as a naked skull. Dan steered the hurtling boat directly toward the rocky shore. "Amy, hang onto that painting!" "That's not a plan!" Jonah shouted. "That's suicide!" | Gordon Korman | ||
| 981415c | Hamilton dabbed a tissue at the cut under his eye. "Except for the time I met the Great Khali, that was the coolest thing I've ever done!" The foursome, only slightly the worse for wear, stood on the tarmac of the small airfield outside Milan, transferring their luggage from the limo to Jonah's jet for the flight back to Florence. "You didn't do anything, yo," Jonah seethed. "It was done to all of us by the freak show with the nerve to com.. | Gordon Korman | ||
| 4bd8a08 | Change of plan-," she called to Jonah. "Can you drop us off in Rome?" "Yo, am I a movie star or a taxi service?" Jonah grumbled from the depths of the script pile. "Technically, your neither," Hamilton puffed, lifting weights again. "I mean, you're a and you've made ..." | Gordon Korman | ||
| ac6938d | Dan, this is crazy!" Amy quavered. "You can't drive a boat!" "Say's who? It's no different from Xbox!" The port-side rubber bumper at the launch's bow slammed into the end of an ancient cobblestone wharf. The small craft spun like a top, pitching Amy to the deck. Only an iron grip on the wheel saved Dan from a similar spill. He hung on for dear life. "Okay, scratch Xbox-think bumper cars! I rock at those! Remember the carnival?" -- | Gordon Korman | ||
| f178af6 | January 8 has been a lucky day for me. I have started all my books on that day, and all of them have been well received by the readers. I write eight to ten hours a day until I have a first draft, then I can relax a little. I am very disciplined. I write in silence and solitude. I light a candle to call inspiration and the muses, and I surround myself with pictures of the people I love, dead and alive. | Isabel Allende | ||
| 5f0e99b | lm`rf l tfyd kthyran m lm ykn lmr qdran `l~ ldf` `n nfsh. | Isabel Allende | ||
| 983f183 | l'lm Tryq nfrdy . | Isabel Allende | ||
| 4ae5061 | lkhwf l mfr mnh , ytwjb `lyW tqblh , wlkn l ymknny lsmH lh b'n yshlny | fearless | Isabel Allende | |
| fa5b009 | She felt that everything was made of glass, as fragile as a sigh | Isabel Allende | ||
| 3964eda | Things didn't turn out the way they used to, but what can you do? You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it. | Yann Martel | ||
| c21b8f7 | We believe what we see. So did Columbus. What do you do when you're in the dark? | Yann Martel | ||
| 7668a04 | He had grown used to the idea that Dumbledore could solve anything. | faith | J.K. Rowling | |
| e6021fb | I have had it tested for poison," he assured Harry. "Had a house-elf taste every bottle after what happened to your poor friend Rupert." | J.K. Rowling | ||
| e8d7a72 | Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. | darkness light phoenix song | J.K. Rowling | |
| d6e1df6 | This group had a kind of dark glamour within the castle. They were a motley collection; a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish gravitating toward a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| e9a965e | Hermione,' said Hagrid. 'What about her?' said Ron. 'She's in a righ' state, that's what. She's bin comin' down ter visit me a lot since Chris'mas. Bin feelin' lonely. Firs' yeh weren' talking to her because o' the Firebolt, now yer not talkin' to her because her cat--' '--ate Scabbers!' Ron interjected angrily. 'Because her cat acted like all cats do,' Hagrid continued doggedly. 'She's cried a fair few times, yeh know. Goin' through a roug.. | hermione-granger relationships struggles | J.K. Rowling | |
| 3185916 | The barman sidled toward them out of a back room. He was a grump-looking old man with a great deal of a long gray hair and a beard. He was tall and thin and looked vaguely familiar to Harry. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 1657bb6 | Don't ask questions -- that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| c49bf90 | She had a way of moving that moved him as much as music, which was what moved him most of all. Surely the spirit animating that pearless body must be unusual too? Why would nature make a vessel like that, if not to contain something still more valuable? | soul | J.K. Rowling | |
| a496390 | Their reward for enduring the awful experience was the right to tell people about it. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| d393cd2 | No, nothing,' said Dumbledore, and a great sadness filled his face. 'The time is long gone when I could frighten you with a burning wardrobe and force you to make repayment for your crimes. But I wish I could, Tom... I wish I could.... | J.K. Rowling | ||
| cd8f850 | Indeed, your failure to understand that there are things much worse than death has always been your greatest weakness. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 1c8a156 | Very astute, Harry, but the mouth organ was only ever a mouth organ." - Albus Dumbledore" | half-blood-prince harry-potter j-k-rowling mouth-organ | J.K. Rowling | |
| ec17762 | Potter is mocked by a faculty member for the idea that there is evil in the world from which even children need to learn to defend themselves by the actual practice of doing so rather than familiarity with theory. | spiritual-warfare | J.K. Rowling |