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| b6171df | The mind cannot fall asleep as long as it watches itself. Only when the mind moves unwatched and becomes absorbed in images that tug it as it were to one side does self-consciousness dissolve and sleep with its healing, brilliantly detailed fictions pour in upon the jittery spirit. Falling asleep is a study in trust. Likewise, religion tries to put as ease with the world. Being human cannot be borne alone. We need other presences. We need s.. | religion self-consciousness sleep | John Updike | |
| 0df486e | We are each of us like our little blue planet, hung in black space, upheld by nothing but our mutual reassurances, our loving lies. | John Updike | ||
| 9185732 | Sex is like money; only too much is enough. | love money passion power sex | John Updike | |
| 33a7fc7 | All love is betrayal, in that it flatters life. The loveless man is best armed. | John Updike | ||
| 0e0878c | The fucking world is running out of gas. | cynicism rabbit-angstrom | John Updike | |
| f3bcc0e | I don't like to see all my energies, all of my youth, wasted in fur coats and radios and slipcovers. | John Cheever | ||
| 04bdac7 | sh`rt bdf fy dkhly w 'n '`ml , km sh`rt 'nny mn `bd llh lSlHyn . thmW d`wt l~ llh mTwWlan lky l yHrmny sh`wr lSlH hdh . | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 71abef3 | WHAT MAKES CITY LIFE MEANINGFUL IS THE THINGS WE HIDE. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| d6ffdd9 | No one recognises the happiest moment of their lives as they are living it. It may well be that in a moment of joy, one might sincerely believe that they are living that golden instant 'now', even having lived such moments before, but whatever they say, in one part of their hearts they still believe that a happier moment to come. Because how could anyone, particularly anyone who is young, carry on with the belief that everything could only .. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 3514dfa | Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul. | memories | Orhan Pamuk | |
| be58fe2 | lHb hw lrGb@ fy 'n ttmsk bsr`@ bshkhS akhr w'n tkwn m` fy nfs lmkn; fhw lrGb@ fy 'l tSbH mhtm bl`lm w'nt tHtDn lakhr. nh rGb@ mlH@ fy l`thwr `l~ mrf' amn lrwHk lnsny@. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| def9cd4 | Are you an angel that approaching you should be so terrifying? | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 7cac936 | After a time, my hand had become as skilled as my eyes. So if I was drawing a very fine tree, it felt as if my hand was moving without me directly it. As I watched the pencil race across the page, I would look on it in amazement, as if the drawing were the proof of another presence, as if someone else had taken up residence in my body. As I marveled at his work aspiring to become his equal, another part of my brain was busy inspecting the c.. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 6e3cd85 | When the morning light came into the room it found them curled together in a nest of red and white sheets. It revealed also marks, all over the pale cool skin: handprints around the narrow waist, sliding impressions from delicate strokes, like weals, raised rosy discs where his lips had rested lightly. He cried out, when he saw her, that he had hurt her. No, she said, she was part icewoman, it was her nature, she had an icewoman's skin that.. | A. S. Byatt | ||
| 3f9fa83 | Life is too short to dance with ugly men | funny so-true | Christina Dodd | |
| e9e41ab | I've got to figure out before I die whether I want to be happy or I want to be right. | Karin Slaughter | ||
| 8eb526a | sometimes, your world turns upside down, and you need somebody to show you how to walk on your hands before you can find your feet again. | Karin Slaughter | ||
| 4eb0421 | If you ever seem to be sliding back into the very thing you've already been set free of, don't even waste time getting discouraged. Often what seems like the same old thing coming back again may be a new layer surfacing that needs to come off. You're not going backwards--you are going deeper. | inspirational prayer quotes woman | Stormie Omartian | |
| 4835cb9 | Human beings are pattern-seeking animals. It's part of our DNA. That's why conspiracy theories and gods are so popular: we always look for the wider, bigger explanations for things. | gods humans patterns religion | Adrian McKinty | |
| 556ac41 | It had occurred to Sean once - on a bender about ten years before with some buddies, Sean and a bloodstream full of bourbon turning philosophical - that maybe they HAD gotten in that car. All three of them. And what they now thought of as their life was just a dream state. That all three of them were, in reality, still eleven-year-old boys trapped in some cellar, imagining what they'd become if they ever escaped and grew up. | Dennis Lehane | ||
| 192451e | How much violence, Marshal, do you think a man can carry before it breaks him? | violence | Dennis Lehane | |
| f713b18 | Sara studied him. "Is that a Chihuahua behind your back?" "No, I'm just happy to see you" Sara gave him a confused smile, and he reluctantly showed her Betty." | Karin Slaughter | ||
| c33506a | While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave, the most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on. | Aimee Bender | ||
| b2a1f7e | The phone is about the same size as a cigarette pack. It's no surprise to me that the traditional cigarette lighter in many cars has turned into the space we use to recharge our phones. They are kin. The phone, like the cigarette, let's the texter/former smoker drop out of any social interaction for a second to get a break and make a little love to the beautiful object. We need something, people. We can't live propless. | cigarettes smoking | Aimee Bender | |
| 4ea1a97 | The world can ask you to participate, but it's a day-today decision if you want to agree to that proposal. | participate world | Aimee Bender | |
| 08d98a4 | I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope. | Aimee Bender | ||
| 1d669ba | I began composing the next poem, the one that was to be written next. Not the last poem of those I had read, but the poem written in the head of someone who may never have existed but who had certainly written another poem nonetheless, and just never had the chance to commit it to ink and the page. | myth poetry | Steve Erickson | |
| 5bd3441 | Hive Queen: They never know anything. They don't have enough years in their little lives to come to an understanding of anything at all. And yet they think they understand. From earliest childhood, they delude themselves into thinking they comprehend the world, while all that's really going on is that they've got some primitive assumptions and prejudices. As they get older they learn a more elevated vocabulary in which to express their mind.. | discovery humanity intelligence pequeninos stupidity | Orson Scott Card | |
| 45bc3c3 | I'm hurting you to make you a better soldier in every way. To sharpen your wit. To intensify your effort. To keep you off balance, never sure what's going to happen next, so you always have to be ready for anything, ready to improvise, determined to win no matter what. I'm also making you miserable. | cruel honest suffering | Orson Scott Card | |
| b8c8af1 | Do the gods of different nations talk to each other?...Is there some annual get-together where they compare each other's worshippers? Mine will bow their faces to the floor and trace woodgrain lines for me, says one. Mine will sacrifice animals, says another. Mine will kill anyone who insults me, says a third. Here is the question I think of most often: "Are there any who can honestly boast, My worshippers obey my good laws, and treat each .. | religion | Orson Scott Card | |
| ad3bda3 | While you're governing the colony and I'm writing political philosophy, They'll never guess that in the darkness of night we sneak into each other's room and play checkers and have pillow fights. | ender humans kids life love reality truth | Orson Scott Card | |
| 8b718b3 | we're all trying to decide wether your scores are up there are a miricule or a mistake. a habit | Orson Scott Card | ||
| a3b5d3f | They must talk to each other directly, Ender, mind to mind. What one thinks, another can also think; what one remembers, another can also re-member. Why would they ever develop language? Why would they ever learn to read and write? How would they know what reading and writing were if they saw them? Or signals? Or numbers? Or anything that we use to communicate? This isn't just a matter of translating from one language to another. They don't.. | language reading telepathy writing | Orson Scott Card | |
| 3ee9686 | No point in getting emotional about anything. Being emotional didn't help with survival. What mattered was to learn everything, analyze the situation, choose a course of action, and then move boldly. Know, think, choose, do. There was no place in that list for "feel." Not that Bean didn't have feelings. He simply refused to think about them or dwell on them or let them influence his decisions, when anything important was at stake." | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 0e9d5bf | Nero, you are an example to all the children on this shuttle. Because most of them are so foolish, they think it is better to keep their stupidest thoughts to themselves. You, however, understand the profound truth that you must reveal your stupidity openly. To hold your stupidity inside you is to embrace it, to cling to it, to protect it. But when you expose your stupidity, you give yourself the chance to have it caught, corrected, and rep.. | humiliation stupidity | Orson Scott Card | |
| b35a1f5 | to understand who a person really was, what his or her life really meant, the speaker for the dead would have to explain their self-story-what they meant to do, what they actually did, what they regretted, what they rejoiced in. That's the story that we never know, the story that we never can know-and yet, at the time of death, it's the only story truly worth telling. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 94be176 | Once you understand what people really want, you can't hate them anymore. You can fear them, but you can't hate them, because you can always find the same desires in your own heart. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| a188fd0 | All the common people want is to be left alone. All the ordinary soldier wants is to collect his pay and not get killed. That's why the great forces of history can be manipulated by astonishingly small groups of determined people. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| fea49c5 | Boorab's spear was a window pole. He stood on the second step, barring their way. "Who goes there? State y'business, wot?" Brother Hoben tapped an impatient paw on the bottom step. "Come out of the way, please. We'ew going to the walltop." The hare twitched his whiskers officiously. "No Dibbuns allowed up here. You're not Dibbuns, are you?" Cregga took hold of the window pole he was clasping and lifted both Boorab and the pole, with one .. | redwall | Brian Jacques | |
| f23aa41 | Mice are terribly chatty. They will chat about anything, and if there is nothing to chat about, they will chat about having nothing to chat about. Compared to mice, robins are reserved. | mice robins | Robin McKinley | |
| 91c7c6e | Gonturan] is a true friend, but a friend with thoughts of her own, and the thoughts of others are dangerous. | friendships swords | Robin McKinley | |
| 66d7ed2 | I'm going home to an old country farmhouse, once green, rather faded now, set among leafless apple orchards. There is a brook below and a December fir wood beyond, where I've heard harps swept by the fingers of rain and wind. There is a pond nearby that will be gray and brooding now. There will be two oldish ladies in the house, one tall and thin, one short and fat; and there will be two twins, one a perfect model, the other what Mrs. Lynde.. | love | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 781c54c | Well, that was life. Gladness and pain...hope and fear...and change. Always change! You could not help it. You had to let the old go and take the new to your heart...learn to love it and then let it go in turn. Spring, lovely as it was, must yield to summer and summer lose itself in autumn. The birth...the bridal...the death... | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 38aa4c8 | Vous etes belles mais vous etes vides, leur dit-il encore. On ne peut pas mourir pour vous. Bien sur, ma rose a moi, un passant ordinaire croirait qu'elle vous ressemble. Mais a elle seule elle est plus importante que vous toutes, puisque c'est elle que j'ai arrosee. Puisque c'est elle que j'ai abritee par le paravent. Puisque c'est elle dont j'ai tue les chenilles (sauf les deux ou trois pour les papillons). Puisque c'est elle que j'ai eco.. | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |