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| d79202c | Babe!" Ranger shouted from the bathroom. "Come get your grandmother." Ranger was standing in the glass-enclosed shower with the door open, looking out at Grandma. He was dripping wet and seemed not especially concerned that he was naked. "It's like she's paralyzed," he said. "Amazing," Grandma said, eyes wide, staring in unblinking stupefaction. I yanked Grandma out and closed the bathroom door. "It was mesmerizing," Grandma said. "It was l.. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 0768bc2 | As Stephanie and Lula were going after the bad guys, Lula was making preparations from the trunk of her Firebird. Stephanie looked inside and stopped breathing for a beat. "That's a rocket launcher!" "Yep," Lula said. "It's a big boy. I got it at a yard sale in the projects." | lula stephanie | Janet Evanovich | |
| d6e757c | You ever get any death threats? How about ex-husbands or ex-boyfriends? You run over anyone recently?" ~ Morelli" | joe-morelli morelli stephanie-plum | Janet Evanovich | |
| a2430ec | Bob had a dog buscuit stuck to his head. "How does he always get food stuck to him?" I asked Morelli. "I don't know," Morelli said. "It's a Bob mystery. I think stuff falls out of his mouth and he rolls in it. I'm not sure." -Morelli And Stephanie" | humor morelli stephanie-plum | Janet Evanovich | |
| 9e6928d | if you want your life to come together, you have to start treating yourself better. | Sarah Ban Breathnach | ||
| 39dc88e | The Christian soul knows it needs Divine Help and therefore turns to Him Who loved us even while we were yet sinners. Examination of conscience, instead of inducing morbidity, thereby becomes an occasion of joy. There are two ways of knowing how good and loving God is. One is by never losing Him, through the preservation of innocence, and the other is by finding Him after one has lost Him. Repentance is not self-regarding, but God-regarding.. | examination-of-conscience guilt holiness repentance | Fulton J. Sheen | |
| 47c5b37 | Love burdens itself with the wants and woes and losses and even the wrongs of others. | p205 sheen wisdom | Fulton J. Sheen | |
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| 46481d5 | Those who make objectivity a religion are liars. they are scared of human pain. They dont want to be objective, it's a lie: they want to be objects, so as not to suffer. | eduardo-galeano media news tv | Eduardo Galeano | |
| 9762bbc | The Stadium Have you ever entered an empty stadium? Try it. Stand in the middle of the field and listen. There is nothing less empty than an empty stadium. There is nothing less mute than stands bereft of spectators. At Wembley, shouts from the 1966 World Cup, which England won, still resound, and if you listen very closely you can hear groans from 1953 when England fell to the Hungarians. Montevideo's Centenario Stadium sighs with nostalgi.. | humanity soccer writing | Eduardo Galeano | |
| 004b81a | LOS NADIES Suenan las pulgas con comprarse un perro y suenan los nadies con salir de pobres, que algun magico dia llueva de pronto la buena suerte, que llueva a cantaros la buena suerte; pero la buena suerte no llueve ayer, ni hoy, ni manana, ni nunca, ni en lloviznita cae del cielo la buena suerte, por mucho que los nadies la llamen y aunque les pique la mano izquierda, o se levanten con el pie derecho, o empiecen el ano cambiando de escob.. | Eduardo Galeano | ||
| ba4bc77 | Common sense is a chaotic aggregate of disparate conceptions, and one can find there anything that one like. | thought | Antonio Gramsci | |
| 0c56f25 | When you study history and look at every civilization that has grown up and died off, they all leave one remnant: a major sports colosseum at the heart of their capital. Our fate can be different; but only if we start doing things differently. | Thomas L. Friedman | ||
| c6c54d8 | It came with the wind through the silence of the night, a long, deep mutter, then a rising howl, and then the sad moan in which it died away. Again and again it sounded, the whole air throbbing with it, strident, wild and menacing. | the-hound-of-the-baskervilles | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | |
| 8e4ecc6 | Imagine for a moment that you are the proud owner of a large house which you have spent years of your life painting and decorating and filling with everything you love. It's your home. It's something you've made your own, something for you to be remembered by, something that, perhaps years later, your children and grandchildren can visit and get a view of your life in. It's part of your creativity, your hard work... it's your property. Now .. | books copyright fanfiction funny geek ghost grave house imagine metaphor pervy respect sherlock vandalism | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 8a75317 | I felt Holmes's hand steal into mine and give me a reassuring shake. - Watson | reassurance | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | |
| 97c24fe | Frightened meant that deep, sickening feeling of something terrible about to happen. | Lois Lowry | ||
| e9c7ab0 | We are four worthy orphans with a no-nonsense nanny." Like Mary Poppins?" suggested the man, with a pleased look of recognition. Not like that fly-by-night woman," Nanny said with a sniff. "It almost gives me diabetes just to think of her: all those disgusting spoonfuls of sugar!" | Lois Lowry | ||
| 5da760b | It was an illusion. It was a tangled knot of fears and deceits and dark struggles for power that had disguised itself and almost destroyed everything. Now it was unfolding, like a flower coming into bloom, radiant with possibility. | Lois Lowry | ||
| fc3da2b | A book, to me, is almost sacrosanct: such an individual and private thing. | Lois Lowry | ||
| 9df517d | Geniuses have the shortest biographies. | Claire Messud | ||
| ae8bb2c | A trauma is something one repeats and repeats, after all, and this is the tragedy of the Iqbals--that they can't help but reenact the dash they once made from one land to another, from one faith to another, from one brown mother country into the pale, freckled arms of an imperial sovereign. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 07e1091 | the end is simply the beginning of an even longer story. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 4cc6065 | She what it means. Oh, wonderfully bright at 6 a.m., yes, wonderfully clear for an . But the shorter the days, the longer the nights, the darker the house, the easier it is, the easier it is, the easier it is, to mistake a shadow for the writing on the wall, the sound of overland footsteps for the distant crack of thunder, and the midnight chime of a New Year clock for the bell that tolls the end of the world. | Zadie Smith | ||
| f9c4bf3 | No matter what anyone says, suicide takes guts. It's for heroes and martyrs, truly vainglorious men. Archie was none of these. He was a man whose significance in the Greater Scheme of Things could be figured along familiar ratios: Pebble : Beach Raindrop : Ocean Needle : Haystack | Zadie Smith | ||
| 41daf82 | Because there's nothing wrong with you... that can't be fixed. | Libba Bray | ||
| 6b5eb54 | Did they find something wanting in you, Gemma, at the party? You didn't speak too freely or behave...strangely?" I grew claws and bayed at the moon. I confessed that I eat the hearts of small children. I told them I like the French." | Libba Bray | ||
| 14262b4 | I feel like I swallowed a Magritte. Like on the inside, I'm made of clouds and floating eyes, green apples, and slowly rising men in bowler hats. | Libba Bray | ||
| 922ac42 | Everyone seems to want more form me. I am a thoroughly disappointing girl around. I shall wear a scarlet 'D' upon my bosom for all to see so that they will know not to raise their expectations. | Libba Bray | ||
| f0d3629 | In the end, I take my shoes off and stick my feet in, letting the lukewarm water lick at my ankles. It feels good, and not just because I'm stoned. I make a mental note to add this to Dulcie's list of things worth living for. For some reason, I keep seeing her rolling her eyes at me, that big, goofy grin stretching her face like Silly Putty. On my private list, I add her smile. She doesn't have to know. | Libba Bray | ||
| 7042f69 | Gemma, you see how it is. They've planned our entire lives, from what we shall wear to whom we shall marry and where we shall live. It's one lump of sugar in your tea whether you like it or not and you'd best smile even if you're dying deep inside. We're like pretty horses, and just as on horses, they mean to put blinders on us so we can't look left or right but only straight ahead where they would lead. Please, please, please, Gemma, let's.. | Libba Bray | ||
| 1cf779b | For a second, I stop fighting and think about what he's asking me. Did I live? I made a best friend. Lost another. Cried. Laughed. Lost my virginity. Gained a piece of magic, gave it away. Possibly changed a man's destiny. Drank beer. Slept in cheap motels. Got pissed off. Laughed some more. Escaped from the police and bounty hunters. Watched the sun set over the ocean. Had a soda with my sister. Saw my mom and dad as they are. Understood m.. | Libba Bray | ||
| fe047f5 | Could you look again, please?" the woman asked in a clipped, slightly British accent. "It was sent parcel post two weeks ago from Miss Felicity Worthington and addressed to Mrs. Rao, Mrs. Gemma Doyle Rao." -- | Libba Bray | ||
| eebf0c7 | What frightens you? What makes the hair on your arms rise, your palms sweat, the breath catch in your chest like a wild thing caged? Is it the dark? A fleeting memory of a bedtime story, ghosts and goblins and witches hiding in the shadows? Is it the way the wind picks up just before a storm, the hint of wet in the air that makes you want to scurry home to the safety of your fire? Or is it something deeper, something much more frightening, .. | Libba Bray | ||
| 40ca264 | We've barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark... | Libba Bray | ||
| fc31db4 | And sometimes I just don't want to sparkle. | Libba Bray | ||
| d0cb0dd | Depressive," Evie said, testing the word on her tongue. "I didn't know there was a name for that feeling. Like there's a rain cloud in your soul." She knew that feeling well. Sometimes she was the life of the party. But other times she was lonely, bleak, and sick with disgust at herself, and certain that the people who said they loved her were only pretending. She called these times the "too muches": too much feeling, like opening a door an.. | Libba Bray | ||
| 5ff9166 | It's Yiddish. Like...Ikh hob dikh lib." Evie narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "What does that mean?" Sam smiled. "Maybe one day I'll tell you." | sam-lloyd | Libba Bray | |
| d86a079 | It was funny how one afternoon with a best friend could set a girl right. | Libba Bray | ||
| 108f42e | There's no time to be modest. Reason will not work here. Without warning, I kiss Kartik. His lips, pressed firmly against mine, are a surprise. They are warm, light as breath, firm as the give of a peach against my mouth. A scent like scorched cinnamon hangs in the air, but I'm not falling into any vision. It's his smell in me. A smell that makes my stomach drop through my feet. A smell that pushes all thought out of my head and replaces it.. | kissing | Libba Bray | |
| 2312ded | I am creating an atmosphere! Oh, Unc, we've finally got bodies in this joint! Paying bodies. We could have a good racket going here." "I'm not interested in a 'racket.' I'm an academic." "That's okay, Unc. I won't hold it against you." | Libba Bray | ||
| be6a32a | So I slap on that smile and pretend everything's okay even though it's not. | okay pretence | Libba Bray | |
| 54d3714 | It's easier to love a woman when you can't understand a word she's saying. | women | Ann Patchett | |
| 27c22e4 | There's no protecting anyone," Fix said, and reached over from his wheelchair to put his hand on hers. "Keeping people safe is a story we tell ourselves." | Ann Patchett |