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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d31791d | Wisdom is finding joy in bewilderment | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 2e789ca | My son, your ineptitude is so vast, your incompetence so profound, that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known. Unfortunately, it seems to be working backward at the moment, and even I can find no way to set it right. It must be that you are meant to find your own way to reach your power in time; but frankly, you should live so long as that will take you. Therefore I grant it that you shall not age from this .. | magic potential | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 12ceafc | Sure there's a hell..." I could hear him saying it now, now, as I lay here on bed with her breath in my face, and her body squashed against me... "It is the drab desert where the sun sheds neither warmth nor light and Habit force-feeds senile Desire. It is the place here mortal Want dwells with immortal Necessity, and the night becomes hideous with the groans of one and the ecstatic shrieks of the other. Yes, there is a hell, my boy, and yo.. | Jim Thompson | ||
| 2eb0e37 | Dad always said that he had enough trouble sorting the fiction out of so-called facts, without reading fiction. He always said that science was already too muddled without trying to make it jibe with religion. He said those things, but he also said that science itself could be a religion, that a broad mind was always in danger of becoming narrow. | Jim Thompson | ||
| a605749 | I'd forgotten about it, and now I forgot it again. There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living. | forgotten living memories past | Jim Thompson | |
| aceccf4 | You've got forever, but that's no time at all. You've got forever; and somehow you can't do much with it. You've got forever; and it's a mile wide and an inch deep and full of alligators. | forever life trapped | Jim Thompson | |
| 48aad59 | Did you ever think much about jobs? I mean, some of the jobs people land in? You see a guy giving haircuts to dogs, or maybe going along the curb with a shovel, scooping up horse manure. And you think, now why is the silly bastard doing that? He looks fairly bright, about as bright as anyone else. Why the hell does he do that for living? You kind grin and look down your nose at him. You think he's nuts, know what I mean, or he doesn't have .. | fiction noir | Jim Thompson | |
| 2231761 | He kept his back turned and his eyes closed, feeling no shame or anger but only an increasing sickness of soul. | Jim Thompson | ||
| 65b2501 | Her mind moved around and around the subject, moving with a kind of fuzzy firmness. With no coherent thought process, she arrived at a conviction - a habit with the basically insecure; an insecurity whose seeds are invariably planted earlier, in under or over-protectiveness, in a distrust in parental authority which becomes all authority. It can later, with maturity - a flexible concept - be laughed away, dispelled by determined clear think.. | Jim Thompson | ||
| f044c7f | Dzhonni, otkuda ty znaesh', kakoi ia? Razve chelovek mozhet byt' uveren v tom, chto znaet chto-to? Malysh, my zhivem v zabavnom mire, v svoeobraznoi tsivilizatsii. V etom mire politseiskie stanoviatsia prokhodimtsami, a prokhodimtsy vypolniaiut ikh obiazannosti. Politiki stanoviatsia propovednikami, a propovedniki - politikami. Nalogovye inspektory sobiraiut nalogi dlia sebia. Plokhie liudi khotiat, chtoby u nas bylo bol'she deneg, a khoros.. | Jim Thompson | ||
| 80103a2 | What is, is what must be. | Richard Adams | ||
| d5c4c92 | it hung above the livid, bruised land like an admonition | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 9adb328 | When the man was disgraced and told to go away, he was allowed to ask all the animals whether any of them would come with him and share his fortunes and his life. There were only two who agreed to come entirely of their own accord, and they were the dog and the cat. And ever since then, those two have been jealous of each other, and each is for ever trying to make man choose which one he likes best. Every man prefers one or the other. | cats companions dogs pets | Richard Adams | |
| a6273ae | I stared into Jared's eyes, and the strangest thing happened. All the melting and melding I had just been through was shoved aside, into the smallest part of my body, the little corner that I took up physically. The rest of me yearned toward Jared with the same desperate, half-crazed hunger I'd felt since the first time I'd seen him here. This body barely belonged to me or to Melanie-it belonged to him. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 4acada5 | I wondered to myself why no one else had seen him standing so far away, before he was suddenly, impossibly saving my life. With chagrin, I realized the probable cause - no one else was as aware of Edward as I always was. No one else watched him the way I did. How pitiful. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| fa122c0 | You're my very favourite person in the known universe | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| f364a48 | I'd been broken beyond repair. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 5f37b66 | melanie: well, tell him wanda: what will happen then? melanie: you know what will happen. kyle broke the rules. jeb will shoot him, or they'll kick him ou. meybe ian will beat the snot out of him first.that would be fun to watch. | wanderer | Stephenie Meyer | |
| b815813 | He's like a drug for you, Bella. I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. But I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 8dd204f | You've got a bit of a temper, don't you? | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 2e0a16b | Like all bullies, they're cowards underneath the swagger | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 7e596f3 | You don't get a lot of suicidal vampires. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 1ccba33 | I was tired enough to sleep, but I fought against the weariness. I wasn't going to miss a second of the time I had with him. Now and then, as he talked with Alice, he would lean down suddenly and kiss me--his glass-smooth lips brushing against my hair, my forehead, the tip of my nose. Each time it was like an electric shock to my long dormant heart. The sound of its beating seemed to fill the entire room. It was heaven--right smack in the m.. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 45a4769 | And then, as the room went black, I was suddenly hyperaware that Edward was sitting less than an inch from me. I was stunned by the unexpected electricity that flowed through me, amazed that it was possible to be more aware of him than I already was. A crazy impulse to reach over and touch him, to stroke his perfect face just once in the darkness, nearly overwhelmed me. I crossed my arms tightly across my chest, my hands balling into fists... | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| cf6f02d | Mike's eyes narrowed shrewdly. "Don't kid yourself, Bella. The guy's head over heels for you." "I know," I sighed. "Life is complicated." "And girls are cruel," Mike said under his breath." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| a15565a | Be happy that after living so many lives, I finally found something to die for | living touching | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 515e9cb | Be honest, how hideous do I look?" He took another step back and pursed his lips. "That bad, huh?" I muttered. No, no Bella. Actually. . ." He seemed to be struggling for the right word. "You look. . .sexy." I laughed out loud. "Right." Very sexy, really." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 585fc4a | One never took the time to savour the details; one said: another day, but always with the hidden knowledge that each day was unique and fatal, that there never would be a return, another time. | Paul Bowles | ||
| aaa20a2 | Someone once had said to her that the sky hides the night behind it, shelters the person beneath from the horror that lies above. Unblinking, she fixed the solid emptiness, and the anguish began to move in her. At any moment the rip can occur, the edges fly back, and the giant maw will be revealed. | Paul Bowles | ||
| 3aa2397 | Put a man in the wrong atmosphere and nothing will function as it should. He will seem unhealthy in every part. Put him back into his proper element and everything will blossom and look healthy. But if he is not in his right element, what then? Well, then he just has to make the best of appearing before the world as a cripple. | atmosphere environment society world | Ludwig Wittgenstein | |
| 51ceaca | This is the autumn of wonders, yet every day, every single day, I go back to that burned afternoon in August when T. Ray left. I go back to that one moment when I stood in the driveway with small rocks and clumps of dirt around my feet and looked back at the porch. And there they were. All these mothers. I have more mothers than any eight girls off the street. They are the moons shining over me. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 9d6f83a | With winter the feeling had deepened. I would see a neighbor running along the sidewalk in front of the house, training, I imagined, for a climb up Kilimanjaro. Or a friend at my book club giving a blow-by-blow of her bungee jump from a bridge in Australia. Or - and this was the worst of all - a TV show about some intrepid woman traveling alone in the blueness of Greece, and I'd be overcome by the little sparks that seemed to run beneath al.. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| a6a9d57 | Every living creature on the earth is special. You want to be the one that puts an end to one of them? | morals | Sue Monk Kidd | |
| b8036d3 | I realize I'm trying to work out the boundaries. How to love her without interfering. How to step back and let her have her private world and yet still be an intimate part of it. When she talks about her feelings, I have to consciously tell myself she wants me to receive them, not fix them. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| ee2f1d5 | We are liable to miss the best of life if we do not know how to tingle, if we do not learn to hoist ourselves just a little higher than we generally are in order to sample the rarest and ripest fruit of art which human thought has to offer. | books growth literature meaning reading words | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 076f58c | Comme un fou se croit Dieu, nous nous croyons mortels. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| e41d0fd | I got out of the car and slammed its door. How matter-of-fact, how square that slam sounded in the void of the sunless day! Woof, commented the dog perfunctorily. I pressed the bell button, it vibrated through my whole system. Personne. Je resonne. Repersonne. From what depth this re-nonsense? Woof, said the dog. A rush and a shuffle, and woosh-woosh went the door. Couple of inches taller. Pink-rimmed glasses. New, heaped-up hairdo, new ear.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 5fe2a83 | I recall the scent of some kind of toilet powder - I believe she stole it from her mother's Spanish maid - a sweetish, lowly, musky perfume. It mingled with her own biscuity odor, and my senses were suddenly filled to the brim; a sudden commotion in a nearby bush prevented them from overflowing - and as we drew away from each other, and with aching veins attended to what was probably a prowling cat, there came from the house her mother's v.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| f064302 | Why not leave their private sorrows to people? Is sorrow not, one asks, the only thing in the world people really possess? | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| ee35cc9 | Just like a man grieving because he has recently lost in his dreams some thing that he had never had in reality, or hoping that tomorrow he would dream that he found it again. That is how mathematics is created; it has its fatal flaw. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 1bc83a0 | Even while writing his book, he had become painfully aware how little he knew his own planet while attempting to piece together another one from jagged bits filched from deranged brains. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| e5bbb4c | I have the European urge to use my feet when a drive can be dispensed with | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 4f22877 | I suppose the pain of parting will be red and loud. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 1931d52 | I suppose everybody must be always just a little homesick. | Joseph Conrad |