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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8fcfc7d | When you're a child you're the center of everything. Other people? They're only ghosts furnished for you to talk to. But when you grow up you take your place and you're your own size and shape. Things go out of you to others and come in from other people. It's worse, but it's much better too. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 3e5d54c | Some days are born ugly. From the very first light they are no damn good what ever the weather, and everbody knows it. No one knows what causes this, but on such a day people resist getting out of bed and set their heels against the day. When they are finally forced out by hunger or job they find that the day is just as lousy as they knew it would be. | John Steinbeck | ||
| a536d36 | In all the mad incongruity, the turgid stultiloquy of life, I felt, at least, securely anchored to myself. Whatever the vacillations of other people, I thought myself terrifically constant. But now, here I am, dragging a frayed line, and my anchor gone. | cool-words disillusionment incongruity vacillation | John Steinbeck | |
| a04acfc | Sometimes in the summer evenings they walked up the hill to watch the afterglow clinging to the tops of the western mountains and to feel the breeze drawn into the valley by the rising day-heated air. Usually they stood silently for a while and breathed in peacefulness. Since both were shy they never talked about themselves. Neither knew about the other at all. | men mountains nature personality women | John Steinbeck | |
| d01037d | And when that crop grew, and was harvested, no man had crumbled a hot clod in his fingers and let the earth sift past his fingertips. No man had touched the seed, or lusted for the growth. Men ate what they had not raised, had no connection with the bread. The land bore under iron, and under iron gradually died; for it was not loved or hated, it had no prayers or curses. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 57a99e5 | My wife, my Mary, goes to her sleep the way you would close the door of a closet. So many times I have watched her with envy. Her lovely body squirms a moment as though she fitted herself into a cocoon. She sighs once and at the end of it her eyes close and her lips, untroubled, fall into that wise and remote smile of the Ancient Greek gods. She smiles all night in her sleep, her breath purrs in her throat, not a snore, a kitten's purr... S.. | John Steinbeck | ||
| ac1b90b | Two generations of Americans knew more about the Ford coil than the clitoris, about the planetary system of gears that the solar system of stars. | John Steinbeck | ||
| e418833 | Ain't you thinkin' what's it gonna be like when we get there? Ain't you scared it won't be nice like we thought? No, she said quickly. No, I ain't. You can't do that. I can't do that. It's too much - livin' too many lives. Up ahead they's a thousan' lives we might live, but when it comes, it'll on'y be one. | worry | John Steinbeck | |
| 2e1f16c | How can the poem and the stink and the grating noise - the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the dream - be set down alive? When you collect marine animals there are certain flat worms so delicate that they are almost impossible to capture whole, for they break and tatter under the touch. You must let them ooze and crawl of their own will onto a knife blade and then lift them gently into your bottle of sea water. And perhaps that mi.. | John Steinbeck | ||
| c442a38 | No gift will ever buy back a man's love when you have removed his self-love. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 14e34aa | Death is a personal matter, arousing sorrow, despair, fervor, or dry-hearted philosophy. Funerals, on the other hand, are social functions. Imagine going to a funeral without first polishing the automobile. Imagine standing at a graveside not dressed in your best dark suit and your best black shoes, polished delightfully. Imagine sending flowers to a funeral with no attached card to prove you had done the correct thing. In no social institu.. | funerals rituals social-functions | John Steinbeck | |
| 791a47b | One day we'll sit and you'll lay it out on the table, neat like a solitaire deck, but now - why, you can't find all the cards. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 0cd2990 | I've done my damndest to rip a reader's nerves to rags, I don't want him satisfied. | John Steinbeck | ||
| be742b9 | I do love her, and that's odd because she is everything I detest in anyone else. | john-steinbeck love odd the-winter-of-our-discontent | John Steinbeck | |
| a7eb307 | But who are we, really? Just a bundle of good genes and bad genes mixed with good habits and bad habits. And since there's no gene for coolness or confidence, then being uncool and unconfident are just bad habits, which can be changed with enough guidance and will power. | Neil Strauss | ||
| 584979e | I used to think that a good relationship meant always getting along. But the secret, I realize, is that when one person shuts down or throws a fit, the other needs to stay in the adult ego state. If both people descend to the wounded child or adapted adolescent, that's when all forces of relationship drama and destruction are unleashed. | Neil Strauss | ||
| ec5368c | Beauty is common but what's rare is a great energy and outlook on life. | Neil Strauss | ||
| 823d570 | Intimacy is sharing your reality with someone else and knowing you're safe, and them being able to share their reality with you and also be safe. | Neil Strauss | ||
| 550aa0f | Jake Wexler, | puns | Ellen Raskin | |
| a212eb6 | Evening prayer I spend my life sitting, like an angel in a barber's chair, Holding a beer mug with deep-cut designs, My neck and gut both bent, while in the air A weightless veil of pipe smoke hangs. Like steaming dung within an old dovecote A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn. And then, when I have swallowed down my Dreams In thirty, forty mugs .. | Arthur Rimbaud | ||
| d8f6039 | Every step I have taken has been to bring myself closer to you. | Arthur Golden | ||
| f2fc8ad | You mess with one Quinn, you mess with them all. | Nora Roberts | ||
| 71939fb | Better, Cilla thought, to be alone on a quiet night than to be alone in a crowd. Much better. | Nora Roberts | ||
| c527eb0 | Fictional people are people, too, otherwise why would we care what happens to them? | romance truth | Nora Roberts | |
| 4835561 | If love doesn't make a fool of us, what will? | Nora Roberts | ||
| 4f5eb4b | Like he cared about a lot of stupid settlers and Indians and soldiers who hung around out here before he was even born. Hell, before his prehistoric grandparents had been born. Who gave a shit about Crazy Horse and Sitting Bullshit. He cared about X-Men and the box scores. | Nora Roberts | ||
| 2790f91 | She gazed toward the marsh that grew thicker, deeper, greener with approaching summer. Mosquitoes whined in there, breeding in the dark water. Alligators slid through it, silent death. It was a place where snakes could slither and bogs could suck the shoe right off your foot. And it was a place, she thought, that went bright and beautiful with the twinkling of fireflies, where wildflowers thrived in the shade and the stingy light. Where an .. | Nora Roberts | ||
| 74352db | Men are boys in bigger packages. | Nora Roberts | ||
| d8c7611 | And still she felt more confident at the prospect of taking on the Russian Mafia than she did attending a backyard barbecue. | Nora Roberts | ||
| 5a33d11 | All pain seemed to come with lots of blood, and lots of mental anguish, too. I already knew about that. Maybe that was the worst kind of pain, because nobody knew about it but you. | mental pain suffering | V.C. Andrews | |
| 7652056 | At least when you were silent, you didn't make any new enemies. | V.C. Andrews | ||
| f8b6aee | I realize we lose our innocence in many ways, the most painful being when we realize those who are supposed to love us and care for us more than anything, really care for themselves and their own pleasures more. It's painful because it makes you realize how alone you really are. | V.C. Andrews | ||
| 3cd69be | And somewhere in that crimson-colored never-never land where i pirouetted madly, in a wild and crazy effort to exhaust myself into insensibility, i saw that man, shadowy and distant, half-hidden behind towering white columns that rose clear up to a purple sky. In a passionate pas de deux he danced with me, forever apart, no matter how hard i sought to draw nearer and leap into his arms, where i could feel them protective about me, supportin.. | V.C. Andrews | ||
| 7f5d45b | No matter how dark the tapestry God weaves for us, there's always a thread of grace. | Mary Doria Russell | ||
| f60655c | Out of the woman's great brown breast the milk gushed forth for the child, milk as white as snow, and when the child suckled at the one breast it flowed like a fountain from the other, ans she let it flow. There was more than enough for the child, greedy though he was, life enough for many children, and she let it flow out carelessly, conscious of her abundance. There was always more. Sometimes she lifted her breast and let it flow out upon.. | power-of-women | Pearl S. Buck | |
| c2fe80d | I tell myself it will protect me. He will protect me. | Lisa Schroeder | ||
| e13c730 | Honey, no matter where you are, I'm with you. When the breeze brushes your cheek, that's me. When the stars sparkle and shine, that's me. When the tulips bloom in the spring, that's me." The little things. She's there, in the little things." | Lisa Schroeder | ||
| 55a43fb | Holes in my heart Yeah. That was about right | Lisa Schroeder | ||
| 01f8024 | She taught me to slow down. To look up and enjoy the view. To not worry so much about the end result that I end up missing things along the way. | Lisa Schroeder | ||
| e277595 | We cuss them because we're not good enough for them. We hate them because they wouldn't look at us, couldn't be bothered to give us an interview. I guess there's a Trent & Brent in every city, in every field. I didn't make it and I don't belong, so I'll just go through life hating them. | John Grisham | ||
| 499db49 | It's as if we spend our entire lives avoiding Jell-O but it is always there at the end, waiting. | John Grisham | ||
| 0448882 | There are few things in life worse than a long-winded lawyer. | John Grisham | ||
| bd618a3 | President Kennedy's eloquence was designed to make men think; President Johnson's hammer blows are designed to make men act. | kennedy lbj lyndon-b-johnson politics | Robert A. Caro | |
| d35c109 | Darling," he said distractedly,"about the moon..." "Yes?" "I don't think it matters whether you want it or not." "What are you talking about?" "The moon. I think it's yours." Victoria yawned, not bothering to open her eyes. "Fine. i'm glad to have it." "But--" Robert shook his head. He was growing fanciful. the moon didn't belong to his wife. It didn't follow her, protect her. It certainly didn't wink at anybody. But he stared out the wind.. | home love moon night wink | Julia Quinn |