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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 88a02d3 | Regret hung from the hem of everyone's lives, a rip cord reminder that what you want is not always what you get. Look at himself, outliving Aimee. Or Az, trying to find his daughter, only to have her wind up dead. Look at Shelby, with a child who was dying by degrees. Ethan, born into a body nobody deserves. At some point or another, everyone was failed by this world. Disappointment was the one thin humans had in common. Taken this way, Ros.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| d579378 | I have no idea what Andrew might have done, and I do not ask. She believes that I can fix this, and like always, that's enough to make me think that I can. "I'll take care of it,: I say, when what I really mean is: I'll take care of you. " | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 8ea2ddd | But it was like wearing a size five sneakers when your foot is a seven- you can get by for a few steps, and then you set down and pull off the shoes because it just plain much | Jodi Picoult | ||
| f5d28ab | Go fuck yourself Judge." "Motion denied." answers the judge dryly." | Jodi Picoult | ||
| f268f78 | I can give or take elephants; I never can find the cheetah-but the zebras captivate me. They'd be one of the few things that would fit if we were lucky enough to live in a world that's black or white. | grey-areas zoos | Jodi Picoult | |
| 7379b08 | I have loved before, but it didn't feel like this. I have kissed before, but it didn't burn me alive. Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it's an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that, even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 98944be | Ye need not be scairt of me," he said softly. "Nor of anyone here, so long as I'm with ye." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 92fca85 | We got half the doggone MIT college of engineering here, and nobody who can fix a doggone /television/?" Dr. Joseph Abernathy glared accusingly at the clusters of young people scattered around his living room. That's /electrical/ engineering, Pop," his son told him loftily. "We're all mechanical engineers. Ask a mechanical engineer to fix your color TV, that's like asking an Ob-Gyn to look at the sore on your di-ow!" Oh, sorry," said his fa.. | humor | Diana Gabaldon | |
| a28b43f | I have loved ye since I saw you, Sassenach," he said very quietly, holding my eyes with his own, bloodshot and lined with tiredness but very blue. "I will love ye forever. It doesna matter if ye sleep with the whole English army--well, no," he corrected himself, "it would matter, but it wouldna stop me loving you." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ae7e087 | I said 'Lord, if I've never had courage in my life before, let me have it now. Let me be brave enough not to fall on my knees and beg her to stay. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 37b4e5e | Through eons of living in a land so poor there was little to eat but oats, they had as usual converted necessity into a virtue, and insisted that they liked the stuff. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0e8294a | Sorcha," he whispered, and realized that he had called her so a moment before. Now, that was odd; no wonder she had been surprised. It was her name in the Gaelic, but he never called her by it. He liked the strangeness of her, the Englishness. She was his Claire, his Sassenach." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 18efcbc | As yet too hungry and too clumsy for tenderness, still he made love with a sort of unflagging joy that made me think that male virginity might be a highly underrated commodity. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d88ae9c | Roger, listening intently, couldn't keep from asking a question at this point. Is it true Colonel Stark said 'Don't fire till you see the whites of their eyes?' Lee coughed discreetly. Well sir. I couldn't say for sure as no one said that, but I didn't hear it myself. Mind, I DID hear one colonel call out, 'Any whoreson fool wastes his powder afore the bastards are close enough to kill is gonna get his musket shoved up his arse butt-first! | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 707bde8 | Eres sangre de mi sangre y huesos de mis huesos.Te doy mi cuerpo para que los dos seamos uno.Te doy mi espiritu para que los dos seamos uno. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4ed248b | It was as though, so long as the deceit ran along quiet and monotonous, all of us let ourselves be deceived, abetting it unawares or maybe through cowardice, since all people are cowards and naturally prefer any kind of treachery because it has a bland outside. | enabling | William Faulkner | |
| 5fc268f | They held the funeral on the second day, with the town coming to look at Miss Emily beneath a mass of bought flowers with the crayon face of her father musing profoundly above the bier and the ladies sibilant and macabre; and the very old men - some in their brushed Confederate uniforms - on the porch and the lawn, talking of Miss Emily as if she had been a contemporary of theirs, believing that they had danced with her and courted her perh.. | William Faulkner | ||
| 9f6cc72 | Idleness breeds our better virtues. | William Faulkner | ||
| 37252bd | And when I think about that, I think that if nothing but being married will help a man, he's durn nigh hopeless. | William Faulkner | ||
| 32a9f4e | When the switch fell I could feel it upon my flesh; when it welted and ridged it was my blood that ran, and I would think with each blow of the switch: Now you are aware of me! Now I am something in your secret and selfish life, who have marked your blood with my own for ever and ever. | William Faulkner | ||
| 88cd14a | The world is full of banks and rivers running between them, of men and women crossing bridges and fords, unaware of the consequences, not looking back or beneath their feet, and with no loose change for the boatman. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 39a1f3c | I would not be concerned with the secrets, the lies, the mysteries, the facts. I would be concerned with what makes them necessary. What fear. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| cab848b | Nothing is so safe as habit, even when habit is faked. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| e43e3fd | What do you mean, 'Angle of Repose?' she asked me when I dreamed we were talking about Grandmother's life, and I said it was the angle at which a man or woman finally lies down. I suppose it is; and yet ... I thought when I began, and still think, that there was another angle in all those years when she was growing old and older and very old, and Grandfather was matching her year for year, a separate line that did not intersect with hers. T.. | intersection life-lines love marriage married-life matrimony parallels perspective pride resignation separation | Wallace Stegner | |
| 4e385d7 | War is like night, she said. It covers everything. | night war | Elie Wiesel | |
| c05d46b | Don't let yourself off the hook with excuses. | Jason Fried | ||
| 63482b4 | We've got a lovely telly with a twelve-inch screen and now you come asking for a book! You're getting spoiled, my girl! | Roald Dahl | ||
| 1643b05 | For the good of all, I say: Be careful, the brutality of the world must not be more powerful or attractive than love and friendship. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 5816602 | Mr Hemingway says a lot of things I don't understand, Matilda said to her. 'Especially about men and women. But I loved it all the same. The way he tells it I feel I am right there on the spot watching it all happen.' 'A fine writer will always make you feel that,' Mrs Phelps said . 'And don't worry about the bits you can't understand. Sit back and allow the words to wash around you, like music. | Roald Dahl | ||
| ccb1b75 | Sometimes, on a very clear night,' the BFG said, 'and if I is swiggling my ears in the right direction' - and here he swivelled his great ears upwards so they were facing the ceiling - 'if I is swiggling them like this and the night is very clear, I is sometimes hearing faraway music coming from the stars in the sky.' A queer little shiver passed through Sophie's body. She sat very quiet, waiting for more. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 63bcd24 | Come right up close to me and I will show you something wonderful. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 81822f4 | So Matilda's strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. | literature reading | Roald Dahl | |
| f634467 | Is she the only one at fault? For though she's spoiled, and dreadfully so, A girl can't spoil herself, you know. Who spoiled her, then? Ah, who indeed? Who pandered to her every need? Who turned her into such a brat? Who are the culprits? Who did that? Alas! You needn't look so far To find out who these sinners are. They are (and this is very sad) Her loving parents, MUM and DAD. And that is why we're glad they fell Into the garbage chute a.. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 608738d | It is not always events that have touched us personally that affect us the most. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| d55ddfb | How can one explain the attraction terror holds for some minds -- and why for intellectuals? . . .In a totalitarian and terrorist regime, man is no longer a unique being with infinite possibilities and limitless choices but a number, a puppet, with just this difference -- numbers and puppets are not susceptible to fear. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| e89c457 | In my lifetime I was to write only one book, this would be the one. Just as the past Lingers in the present, all my writings after night, including those that deal with biblical, Talmudic, or Hasidic themes, profoundly bear it's stamp, and cannot be understood if one has not read this very first of my works. Why did I write it? Did I write it so as not to go mad or, on the contrary, to go mad in order to understand the nature of the madness.. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 69ddb81 | I had many things to say, I did not have the words to say them. Painfully aware of my limitations, I watched helplessly and language became an obstacle. It became clear that it would be necessary to invent a new language... I would pause at every sentence, and start over and over again. I would conjure up other verbs, other images, other silent cries. It still was not right. But what exactly was "it"? "It" was something elusive, darkly shro.. | trauma words | Elie Wiesel | |
| aff49e6 | She asked if we were calm enough for her to take off the cuffs, and McMurphy nodded. He had slumped over with his head hung and his elbows between his knees and looked completely exhausted--it hadn't occurred to me that it was just as hard for him to stand straight as it was for me. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 8636f6a | Papa says if you don't watch it people will force you one way or the other, into doing what they think you should do, or into just being mule-stubborn and doing the opposite out of spite. | Ken Kesey | ||
| f3b2db2 | I'd see him do things that didn't fit with his face or hands, things like painting a picture at OT with real paints on a blank paper with no lines or numbers anywhere on it to tell him where to paint, or like writing letters to somebody in a beautiful flowing hand. How could a man who looked like him paint pictures or write letters to people, or be upset and worried like I saw him once when he got a letter back? | Ken Kesey | ||
| 8e93c35 | She walked right on past, ignoring him just like she chose to ignore the way nature had tagged her with those outsized badges of femininity, just like she was above him, and sex, and everything else that's weak and of the flesh. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 861ce66 | I don't think I can give you an answer. Oh, I could give you Freudian reasons with fancy talk, and that would be right as far as it went. But what you want are the reasons for the reasons, and I'm not able to give you those. Not for the others, anyway. For myself? Guilt. Shame. Fear. Self-belittlement. I discovered at an early age that I was-- shall we be kind and say different? It's a better, more general world than the other one. I indulg.. | society | Ken Kesey | |
| 3c069dc | It's still hard for me to have a clear mind thinking on it. But it's the truth even if it didn't happen. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 550884a | Down through the druid wood I saw Wildman join with Cleaver Creek, put on weight, exchange his lean and hungry look for one of more well-fed fanaticism. Then came Chichamoonga, the Indian Influence, whooping along with its banks war-painted with lupine and columbine. Then Dog Creek, then Olson Creek, then Weed Creek. Across a glacier-raked gorge I saw Lynx Falls spring hissing and spitting from her lair of fire-bright vine maple, claw the a.. | Ken Kesey |