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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b0388b8 | An attribute of Rosa Hubermann, she was a good woman for a crisis. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7826ee2 | an expression of surprise falls from her face, though she's trying to keep it. it breaks off and she seems to catch it and fidget with it in her hands. | Markus Zusak | ||
| dc6bc85 | I think of how she lives alone, just like me, and how she never had any real family, and how she only has sex with people. She never lets any love get in the way. I think she had a family once, but it was one of those beat-the-crap-out-of-each-other situations. There's no shortage of them around here. I think she loved them, and all they ever did was hurt her. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 1c531d2 | I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun. | city sky truth who-i-was wishing wondering | Markus Zusak | |
| e0a190d | The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes? | pages touch words | Markus Zusak | |
| e6dc365 | I say, 'Don't lose your heart, Rube.' And very clearly, without moving, my brother answers me. He says, 'I'm not tryin' to lose it, Cam. I'm tryin' to find it. | trying-to-find-it | Markus Zusak | |
| ed37d35 | Habia una vez un hombre bajito y extrano que decidio tres cosas importantes acerca de su vida: 1. Que se haria la raya del pelo en el lado contrario a todos los demas. 2. Que se dejaria un pequeno y extrano bigote. 3. Que un dia dominaria el mundo. | hitler la-ladrona-de-libros spanish the-book-thief | Markus Zusak | |
| d01f73a | I guess when someone tells you something they they usually guard, you feel privileged, not because you know something no-one else knows, but because you feel chosen. You feel like that person wants her life to intersect with yours. I think that's what felt best about it. | intersect life secrets | Markus Zusak | |
| ba59a37 | I just know that right now, we want to be proud. For once. We want to take the struggle and rise above it. We want to frame it, live it, survive it. We want to put it in our mouths and taste it and never forget it, because it makes us strong. | markus-zusak | Markus Zusak | |
| 8d6cc05 | We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is small on our small urban street. We can see the city and the train line and it's beautiful in its own dangerous way. Dangerous because it's shared and taken and fought for. That's the best way I can put it, and thinking about it, when I walk past the tiny houses on our street, I wonder about the stories inside them. I wonder hard, because ho.. | dangerous houses small stories windows wolves | Markus Zusak | |
| a509243 | When life robs you, sometimes, you have to rob it back. | Markus Zusak | ||
| a372225 | She stood up and took the book from him, and as he smiled over his shoulder at some other kids, she threw it away and kicked him as hard as she could in the vicinity of the groin. Well, as you might imagine, Ludwig Schmeikl certainly buckled, and on the way down, he was punched in the ear. When he landed, he was set upon. When he was set upon, he was slapped and clawed and obliterated by a girl who was utterly consumed with rage. His skin w.. | fight thief | Markus Zusak | |
| 561d494 | Que mejor cosa que estarse por la noche al amor de la lumbre con un libro, mientras el viento pega en los cristales, y arde la lampara...? | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 8d686d8 | On certain occasions art can shake very ordinary spirits, and whole worlds can be revealed by its clumsiest interpreters. | creativity | Gustave Flaubert | |
| cea08c0 | A man never lies with more delicious languor under the influence of a passion than when he has persuaded himself that he shall subdue it to-morrow. | procrastination self-discipline | George Eliot | |
| 13bdece | Most of us who turn to any subject with love remember some morning or evening hour when we got on a high stool to reach down an untried volume, or sat with parted lips listening to a new talker, or for very lack of books began to listen to the voices within, as the first traceable beginning of our love. | inspiration knowledge passion | George Eliot | |
| 4f4af64 | She opened her curtains, and looked out towards the bit of road that lay in view, with fields beyond outside the entrance-gates. On the road there was a man with a bundle on his back and a woman carrying her baby; in the field she could see figures moving - perhaps the shepherd with his dog. Far off in the bending sky was the pearly light; and she felt the largeness of the world and the manifold wakings of men to labor and endurance. She wa.. | view window | George Eliot | |
| 5447ed4 | These fellow-mortals, every one, must be accepted as they are: you can neither straighten their noses, nor brighten their wit, nor rectify their dispositions; and it is these people -- amongst whom your life is passed -- that it is needful you should tolerate, pity, and love: it is these more or less ugly, stupid, inconsistent people, whose movements of goodness you should be able to admire -- for whom you should cherish all possible hopes,.. | George Eliot | ||
| e78fac9 | So deeply inherent is it in this life of ours that men have to suffer for each other's sins, so inevitably diffusive is human suffering, that even justice makes its victims, and we can conceive no retribution that does not spread beyond its mark in pulsations of unmerited pain. | George Eliot | ||
| 3cc8929 | I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them. | George Eliot | ||
| 92c460b | But if Maggie had been that young lady, you would probably have known nothing about her: her life would have had so few vicissitudes that it could hardly have been written; for the happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history. | George Eliot | ||
| 6fbad5c | There are characters which are continually creating collisions and nodes for themselves in dramas which nobody is prepared to act with them. Their susceptibilities will clash against objects that remain innocently quiet. | George Eliot | ||
| 995e43e | While the heart beats, bruise it--it is your only opportunity | George Eliot | ||
| 4fc0a35 | Her heart went out to him with a stronger movement than ever, at the thought that people would blame him. Maggie hated blame; she had been blamed her whole life, and nothing had come of it but evil tempers. | George Eliot | ||
| 6cdaeff | It's rather a strong check to one's self-complacency to find how much of one's right doing depends on not being in want of money. | George Eliot | ||
| bdb4f16 | To pursue truth with such astonishing lack of consideration for other people's feelings, to rend the think veils of civilisation so wantonly, so brutally, was to her so horrible an outrage of human decency that, without replying, dazed and blinded, she bend her head as if to let her pelt f jagged hail, the drench of dirty water, bespatter her unrebuked. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 29ded1d | She looked pale, mysterious, like a lily, drowned under water, he thought. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| df1ac72 | The lake of my mind, unbroken by oars, heaves placidly and soon sinks into an oily somnolence.' That will be useful. | mind useful | Virginia Woolf | |
| b71c085 | women are so suspicious of any interest that has not some obvious motive behind it, so terribly accustomed to concealment and suppression, that they are off at the flicker of an eye turned observingly in their direction. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| ad7a841 | Now to sum it up,' said Bernard. 'Now to explain to you the meaning of my life. Since we do not know each other (though I met you once I think, on board a ship going to Africa), we can talk freely. The illusion is upon me that something adheres for a moment, has roundness, weight, depth, is completed. This, for the moment, seems to be my life. If it were possible, I would hand it you entire. I would break it off as one breaks off a bunch of.. | conclusion life | Virginia Woolf | |
| a7f46ea | She fell into a deep pool of sticky water, which eventually closed over her head. She saw nothing and heard nothing but a faint booming sound, which was the sound of the sea rolling over her head. While all her tormentors thought that she was dead, she was not dead, but curled up at the bottom of the sea. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 1576cc6 | It was the intimacy, a sort of spiritual suppleness, when mind prints upon mind indelibly. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 02725f6 | It is equally vain," she thought, "for you to think you can protect me, or for me to think I can worship you. The light of truth beats upon us without shadow, and the light of truth is damnably unbecoming to us both." | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 3289b89 | The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright like a virgin fierce in her chastity, scornful in her purity, was laid out on fields wide-eyed and watchful and entirely careless of what was done or thought by the beholders. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| b12da29 | I believe that the main thing in beginning a novel is to feel, not that you can write it, but that it exists on the far side of a gulf, which words can't cross; that its to be pulled through only in a breathless anguish. [VW] | Vita Sackville-West | ||
| d8cd258 | Everything is strange. Things are huge and very small. The stalks of flowers are thick as oak trees. Leaves are high as the domes of vast cathedrals. We are giants, lying here, who can make forests quiver. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 7a3a13e | What did it mean to her, this thing she called life? Oh, it was very queer. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 67456d5 | The morning was hot, and the exercise of reading left her mind contracting and expanding like the main-spring of a clock, and the small noises of midday, which one can ascribe to no definite cause, in a regular rhythm. It was all very real, very big, very impersonal, and after a moment or two she began to raise her first finger and to let it fall on the arm of her chair so as to bring back to herself some consciousness of her own existence... | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 2f24899 | I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| e00bad5 | For Love, to which we may now return, has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other. Yet, so strictly are they joined together that you cannot separate them. In this case, Orlando's love began her flight towards him with her white face turned, and her smooth and lovely body outwards. Neare.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 2427b39 | Like all of us sinners, General Betrishchev was endowed with many virtues and many defects. Both the one and the other were scattered through him in a sort of picturesque disorder. Self-sacrifice, magnanimity in decisive moments, courage, intelligence--and with all that, a generous mixture of self-love, ambition, vanity, petty personal ticklishness, and a good many of those things which a man simply cannot do without. | Nikolai Gogol | ||
| 0fa632f | It is well-known that there are many faces in the world over the finishing of which nature did not take much trouble, did not employ any fine tools such as files, gimlets, and so on, but simply hacked them out with round strokes: one chop-a nose appears; another chop-lips appear; eyes are scooped out with a big drill; and she lets it go into the world rough-hewn, saing: "ALIVE!" | Nikolai Gogol | ||
| c887f91 | The mind is inherently embodied. Thought is mostly unconscious. Abstract concepts are largely metaphorical. | George Lakoff | ||
| ed48f1a | From a little spark may burst a flame. | Dante Alighieri |