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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7bf22d5 | In those days, I still thoroughly enjoyed the romance I called "by myself"; I didn't know yet how it gets lonely, picks up a sharp edge later on that ruins a day now and then-- ruins more than that, if you're not careful." | Elizabeth Kostova | ||
| 3777aa6 | These atheist cultures were certainly diligent in preserving the relics of their saints. | Elizabeth Kostova | ||
| e1430c4 | When she heard the door behind her open, she spoke without turning. "You've got a man who doesn't particularly like women as a species, considers them inferior. Well, to be fair, considers everyone inferior, but I got a definitive vibe women were lowest on his feeding chain. Called me 'miss,'" she grumbled. "And lived?" Roarke stepped behind her and began rubbing her shoulders." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 288b2dc | Cold as a bitch's tit." "It's 'witch's.'" "Why? Doesn't matter," Eve said quickly. "Neither way makes sense. If somebody's a witch, why do they put up with cold tits? I'm a bitch, and twenty-four hours ago, my tits were plenty warm." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 57da740 | You know what, the jacket's like the car. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 1391c32 | Didn't you have some big deal last night?" Peabody asked her. "Yeah, in East Washington. Roarke had this dinner / dance thing for some fancy charity. Save the moles or something. Enough food to feed every sidewalk sleeper on the Lower East Side for a year." "Gee, that's tough on you. I bet you had to get all dressed up in some beautiful gown, shuttle down on Roarke's private transpo, and choke down champagne." Eve only lifted a brow at Peab.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| d2256a4 | As always, just the sight of him gave her a quick inner jolt. His face was like a painting, a depiction in perfect oils of some fallen angel. The sheer beauty of it, framed by all that rich black hair, was forever a surprise to her. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 6dc0a6f | He was heading over the line when he strutted in here thinking he could rattle his federal balls at me. | J.D. Robb | ||
| e7d2c1e | You go into marriage, you plow a road. You're going to hit rough patches, and some may be rougher and last longer than others, but you've got choices to make. You work to smooth them out, you hold until they do, or they don't. You stick with the road, or you get off. But you don't do something to make it worse, don't do something that maybe makes you feel better for the short term while it sucker punches the person you're married to. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 1e35d77 | You know, I always knew I was a piece of shit -- a real fucking asshole. But you know what else? You were always there to convince me I was right. | Elizabeth Finn | ||
| ef88575 | I feel sorry for beautiful people. Beauty, from the moment you possess it, is already slipping away, ephemeral. That must be difficult. Always having to prove that there's more to you, wanting people to see beneath the surface, to be loved for yourself, and not your stunning body, sparkling eyes or thick, lustrous hair. In most professions, getting older means getting better at your job, earning respect because of your seniority and experie.. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| c630de1 | Did you enjoy yourself?' I asked. 'Mmm,' he said. 'It was fun, wasn't it?' He wasn't using a knife, but held a fork in his right hand like a child or an American. He smiled. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| e7c6c2a | Was this how it worked, then, successful social integration? Was it really that simple? Wear some lipstick, go to the hairdressers and alternate the clothes you wear? | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 08a1efd | It is winter now, and the roses are blooming again, their petals bright against the snow. My father died last April; my sisters no longer write, except at the turning of the year, content with their fine houses and their grandchildren. Beast and I putter in the gardens and walk slowly on the forest paths. | fairy-tales | Jane Yolen | |
| 99516ff | What is a vow... but the mouth repeating what the heart has already promised? | Jane Yolen | ||
| c5ff74d | Language helps develp life as surely as it reflects life. It is a most important part of our human condition. | Jane Yolen | ||
| dc89318 | l'm w lwTn l ymkn lmzH fyhm: nhm mqdsn. | Isabel Allende | ||
| 7a7b323 | write with honesty and don't worry about the feelings of others, because no matter what you say, they'll hate you anyway. | Isabel Allende | ||
| 3e27503 | No more humiliation for me, thanks very much. No more swallowing my anger. Honestly, I couldn't manage another mouthful. But it was delicious. Did you make it yourself? | humor | Marian Keyes | |
| 176bc4e | When the dog bites, when the bee stings... I simply remember I have a boyfriend and suddenly things don't seem quite so completely shit. | secret | Sophie Kinsella | |
| bae7b43 | It's easy to discount family. It's easy to take them for granted. But your family is your history. Your family is part of who you are. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 4c567e3 | I need good coffee!" I say in horror. "It's my only luxury!" I can't live with my parents and drink bad coffee. It's not humanly possible. Becky talking about cutting back with her parents." | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 09ac271 | There's genuine pain in Eric's eyes. And I feel a stab of guilt. But you can't stay with people because of guilt. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 0c945f9 | I have no idea what to say next. I don't speak Japanese, I don't know anything about Japanese business or Japanese culture. Apart from sushi. But I can't exactly go up to him and say "Sushi!" out of the blue. It would be like going up to a top American businessman and saying "T-bone steak!" | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 1538808 | I mean, when I think about it, what's more important? Clothes - or the miracle of new life? | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 4c9c00e | Whoever started the rumor that life has to be perfect is a very wicked person, if you ask me. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| bc1e412 | When you alter yourself, the alterations become the truth... | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 3e356b7 | Oblivion is increasingly attractive to the young, and even to the middle-aged, since why retain your brain when no amount of thinking can even begin to solve the problem? | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 3242d1f | But if you happen to be a man, sometime in the future, and you've made it this far, please remember: you will never be subject to the temptation or feeling you must forgive, a man, as a woman. It's difficult to resist, believe me. But remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withhold or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| c9b720f | You are a transitional generation, said Aunt Lydia. It is the hardest for you. We know the sacrifices you are being expected to make. It is hard when men revile you. For the ones who come after you, it will be easier. They will accept their duties with willing hearts. She did not say: Because they will have no memories, of any other way. She said: Because they won't want things they can't have. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 2a4693c | Glenn used to say the reason you can't really imagine yourself being dead was that as soon as you say, "I'll be dead," you've said the word I, and so you're still alive inside the sentence. And that's how people got the idea of immortality of the soul - it was a consequence of grammar. And so was God, because as soon as there's a past tense, there has to be a past before the past, and you keep going back in time until you get to I don't kno.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| f19b704 | And he couldn't stand to be nothing, to know himself to be nothing. He needs to be listened to, he needs to be heard. He needs at least the illusion of being understood. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 81ef6d4 | Those in pain have no time for the pain they cause. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 00f74d2 | I remember walking in art galleries, through the nineteenth century: the obsession they had then with harems. Dozens of paintings of harems, fat women lolling on divans, turbans on their heads or velvet caps, being fanned with peacock tails, a eunuch in the background standing guard. Studies of sedentary flesh, painted by men who'd never been there. These pictures were supposed to be erotic, and I thought they were, at the time; but I see n.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 7b2338a | No empire imposed by force or otherwise has ever been without this feature: control of the indigenous by members of their own group. In the case of Gilead, there were many women willing to serve as Aunts, either because of a genuine belief in what they called "traditional values", or for the benefits they might thereby acquire. When power is scarce, a little of it is tempting." | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 9d764a2 | As with all knowledge, once you knew it, you couldn't imagine how it was that you hadn't known it before. Like stage magic, knowledge before you knew it took place before your very eyes, but you were looking elsewhere. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 50c1e15 | To pronounce the name of the dead is to make them live again. | egyptian-mythology | Margaret Atwood | |
| a09f20e | He needed to exist only in the present, without guilt, without expectation. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| d8ddd60 | It isn't the sort of thing you ask questions about, because the answers are not usually answers you want to know. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 61d3c1d | You could tell a lot about a person from their fridge magnets, not that he'd thought much about them at the time. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 730dafc | Things written down can cause a great deal of harm. All too often, people don't consider that. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| df3dc85 | As it says in the Bible, For now we through a glass, darkly; but then face to face. If it is face to face, there must be two looking. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 21cd90e | She stubs out her cigarette in the brown glass ashtray, then settles herself against him, ear to his chest. She likes to hear his voice this way, as if it begins not in his throat but in his body, like a hum or a growl, or like a voice speaking from deep underground. Like the blood moving through her own heart: a word, a word, a word. | the-blind-assassin | Margaret Atwood | |
| 233bac2 | It's always encouraging to be told that it is intellectually acceptable to read the sorts of things that you like to read anyway. | Margaret Atwood |