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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e6a7ba9 | She was surprised at how tiny the school seemed now. She supposed it was just as big as it had ever been only her eyes had grown used to looking at bigger things. | Betty Smith | ||
| b5ef63b | The tree man eulogized them by screaming, 'And now get the hell out of here with your tree, you lousy bastards.' Francie had heard swearing since she had heard words. Obscenity and profanity had no meaning as such among those people. They were emotional expressions of inarticulate people with small vocabularies; they made a kind of dialect. The phrases could mean many things according to the expression and tone used in saying them. So now, .. | Betty Smith | ||
| 3e91e8d | Well," Francie decided, "I guess the thing that is giving me this headache is life-and nothing else but." | Betty Smith | ||
| ef8b7de | Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life." | Betty Smith | ||
| 7c89737 | Suffering is also good, it makes a person rich in charachter. | Betty Smith | ||
| 5c2a293 | Was that a bad lady, Papa?" Francis asked eagerly. "No." "But she looked bad." "There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people who are unlucky." | Betty Smith | ||
| 7b007d6 | Francie went over to stand at the great window from which she could see the East River twenty stories below. It was the last time she'd see the river from that window. The last time of anything has the poignancy of death itself. This that I see now, she thought, to see no more this way. Oh, the last time how clearly you see everything; as though a magnifying light had been turned on it. And you grieve because you hadn't held it tighter when.. | Betty Smith | ||
| 70e28c9 | There is no reason why a king should be rich or a rich man should be a king, no reason at all. | ida king rich-man | Gertrude Stein | |
| 5a65925 | Death is never an end, but always a beginning. A death is a door opening, not a door closing. | Neale Donald Walsch | ||
| 4a748c9 | I'm never nervous when I go to meet heads of state. I feel they should be nervous, because they are the ones who'll be held accountable for the lives their decisions will impact the most. | Bono | ||
| 21b1e55 | My point about alcohol is that if you abuse something, it abuses you back. | alcohol | Michka Assayas | |
| 8113469 | Our own front door can be a wonderful thing, or a sight we dread; rarely is it only a door. | happiness sadness | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 6e4caa9 | Reading things that are relevant to the facts of your life is of limited value. The facts are, after all, only the facts, and the yearning passionate part of you will not be met there. That is why reading ourselves as a fiction as well as fact is so liberating. The wider we read the freer we become. | fiction liberation reading value | Jeanette Winterson | |
| c43f710 | I can't do it. I've been here before and it's not a room with a view. The only power I have is the negative power of withdrawal. If I don't withdraw I have no power at all. A relationship where one person has no power or negative power, isn't a relationship, it's the bond between master and slave. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| c24a240 | I have a list of titles that I leave at the [library] desk, because they are bound to be written some day, and it's best to be ahead of the queue. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 907f369 | I have flown the distance of your body from side to side of your ivory coast. I know the forests where I can rest and feed. I have mapped you with my naked eye and stored you out of sight. The millions of cells that make up your tissues are plotted on my retina. Night flying I know exactly where I am. Your body is my landing strip. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 5f0639b | Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| fd504e8 | I've turned myself inside out to try and avoid what happened today. You affect me in ways I can't quantify or contain. All I can measure is the effect, and the effect is that I am out of control. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 2c94a32 | There's so little wonder left in the world because we've seen everything one way or another'. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| ff81063 | I think we are worlds compressed into human form. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 5ad8231 | I remember once walking out hand in hand with a boy I knew, and it was summer, and suddenly before us was a field of gold. Gold as far as you could see. We knew we'd be rich forever. We filled our pockets and our hair. We were rolled in gold. We ran through the field laughing and our legs and feet were coated in yellow dust, so that we were like golden statues or golden gods. He kissed my feet, the boy I was with, and when he smiled, he had.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| e36841d | It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| a78889e | what he told himself on those sea-soaked nights...Others joined in and it was discovered that every light had a story-no, every light a story. And the flashes themselves were the stories going out over the waves, as markers and guides and comfort and warning. | light stories waves | Jeanette Winterson | |
| fa4fce1 | Don't you ever think of going back?" Silly question. There are threads that help you find your way back, and there are threads that intend to bring you back. Mind turns to the pull, it's hard to pull away. I'm always thinking of going back. When Lot's wife looked over her shoulder, she turned into a pillar of salt.Pillars hold things up, and salt keeps things clean, but it's a poor exchange for losing your self. People do go back, but they .. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| bc01f0c | The winged word. The mercurial word. The word that is both moth and lamp. The word that is itself and more. the associative word light with meanings. The word not netted by meaning. The exact word wide. The word not whore nor cenobite. The word unlied. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 89eeffb | Of course that is not the whole story, but that is the way with stories; we make them what we will. It's a way of explaining the universe while leaving the universe unexplained, it's a way of keeping it all alive, not boxing it into time. Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently. Some people say there are true things to be found, some people say all kinds of things can be proved. .. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| eea49f1 | Anything that can be dreamed is true. | truth | Joanne Harris | |
| 4ca4e0f | In reality, childhood is deep and rich. It's vital, mysterious, and profound. I remember my OWN childhood vividly; I knew terrible things, but I knew I mustn't let the adults *know* I knew... it would scare them. | Art Spiegelman | ||
| fff05c4 | Love That's it: The cashless commerce. The blanket always too short. The loose connexion. To search behind the horizon. To brush fallen leaves with four shoes and in one's mind to rub bare feet. To let and rent hearts; or in a room with shower and mirror, in a hired car, bonnet facing the moon, wherever innocence stops and burns its programme, the word in falsetto sounds different and new each time. Today, in front of a box office not yet o.. | Günter Grass | ||
| 7148817 | What did the onion juice do? It did what the world and the sorrows of the world could not do: it brought forth a round, human tear. It made them cry. At last they could cry again. To cry properly, without restraint, to cry like mad. The tears flowed and washed everything away. The rain came. The dew. Oskar has a vision of floodgates opening. Of dams bursting in the spring floods. What is the name of that river that overflows every spring an.. | Günter Grass | ||
| ba03fa8 | He might be a man without character, but she was a woman without courage. Of the two, which was worse? | Sue Grafton | ||
| c6df2c3 | Life is hard. Life hurts. So what? You tough it out. You get through and then you'll feel good again. | Sue Grafton | ||
| 93c0932 | The truth isn't always nice. It isn't always small enough to absorb at once. Sometimes the truth washes over you and threatens to take you right down with it. | Sue Grafton | ||
| c0c8000 | The past was so past it hurt. | Rick Moody | ||
| f36edb9 | Evil can never touch the person who refuses to accept it. | Piers Anthony | ||
| eac0afc | Every four years we go through the same cycle of hope and disillusionment. | election | Sheri Holman | |
| 6b958ab | learn to take criticism seriously but not personally. | Hillary Rodham Clinton | ||
| 640f8bc | she dreamed of nothing, for she hoped for nothing and expected nothing. It was as cold and dark inside her as out in the frosty night. | Karen Cushman | ||
| 7b0596a | My days and nights were one long, quiet, continuously contained dream of teror, tension, and anxiety. I wondered how long I could bear it. | Richard Wright | ||
| abccc39 | Wherever I found religion in my life I found strife, the attempt of one individual or group to rule another in the name of God. The naked will to power seemed always to walk in the wake of a hymn. | Richard Wright | ||
| 8a08790 | If you possess enough courage to speak out what you are, you will find you are not alone. | community self-identity | Richard Wright | |
| 9a0b776 | Wayside school is falling down, falling down, falling down, Wayside school is falling down my fair lady. Kids go splat as they hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground, Kids go splat as the hit the ground my fair lady . Broken bones and blood and gore, blood and gore, blood and gore, Broken bones and blood and gore my fair lady. We don't have to go to school no more, school no more, school no more, We don't have to go to school no mor.. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 4d06b68 | He could hardly lift his spoon during breakfast, and then he was out on the lake, his spoon soon replaced by a shovel. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 70ece38 | You may have done some bad things, but that doesn't mean you're a bad kid. | Louis Sachar |