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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 940465b | She tried to keep her voice steady, but it was pretense, like pretending self-control when something you loved was dead in front of your eyes. They would have to separate here. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 74a8a65 | Time is a blind guide. | Anne Michaels | ||
| 72320d0 | Truth grows gradually in us, like a musician who plays a piece again and again until suddenly he hears it for the first time | truth-inspirational truth-of-life | Anne Michaels | |
| db24203 | I saved myself without thinking. I grasped the two syllables closest to me, and replaced my heartbeat with your name. | Anne Michaels | ||
| 4f60694 | I hate New Year's Eve. One more chance to remember that you haven't yet done what you wanted. And to pretend it doesn't matter. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 728fe28 | The sweet accident of coincidence is the best foundation on which to build. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| f2f5255 | The fairytale belongs to the poor. I know of no fairytale which upholds the tyrant or takes the part of the strong against the weak. A fascist fairytale is an absurdity. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| e0561d7 | O beautiful, to make escape And leave this world behind. Had I to stay another day I'd lose my fucking mind... | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 133a94e | Children played at those stories; they dreamed about them. They took them to heart and acted as if to live inside them. | fairytales storytelling | Gregory Maguire | |
| 784bfb0 | And in the cave there lived a wicked old witch. Did she ever come out? Not yet. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| ff08c56 | Before you save anyone else, you have to save yourself. otherwise, you'rejust a bundle of tics, a stringed puppet manipulated by the chance and the insensible wind. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| b073a38 | Virtue comes through contemplation of the divine, and the exercise of philosophy. But it also comes through public service. The one is incomplete without the other. Power without wisdom is tyranny; wisdom without power is pointless. | philosophy power public-service tyranny virtue wisdom | Iain Pears | |
| 67fe7a9 | The point of civilization is to be civilized; the purpose of action is to perpetuate society, for only in society can philosophy truly take place. | black-plague christians clement-vi dream-of-scipio gaul holocaust iain-pears jews late-antiquity-rome provence vichy-france wwii | Iain Pears | |
| fb1b582 | As expected life isn't that sweet at all. When I came to Tokyo I thought I could achieve anything with my own two hands. It's not like that. To get something in these hands, I have to fight a horrible fight. But... there's not much time to grab the things you want with your hands. Why is that? And more importantly what is that I want? | Ai Yazawa | ||
| 9356679 | With age comes acumen. With experience comes insight. | experience life-lessons maturity | Chris Bohjalian | |
| f01a500 | I don't know, maybe I just wanted to be alone. Maybe I just didn't want to be social because antisocial people have a whole lot less to lose. | Chris Bohjalian | ||
| 521aabd | Farms and food production should be, I submit, at least as important as who pierced their navel in Hollywood this week. Please tell me I'm not the only one who believes this. Please. As a culture, we think we're well educated, but I'm not sure that what we've learned necessarily helps us survive. | education farms food knowledge | Joel Salatin | |
| 08fcfeb | Washington departed the planet as admirably as he had inhabited it. He had long hated slavery, even though he had profited from it. Now, in his will, he stipulated that his slaves should be emancipated after Martha's death, and he set aside funds for slaves who would be either too young or too old to care for themselves. Of the nine American presidents who owned slaves--a list that includes his fellow Virginians Jefferson, Madison, and Monr.. | Ron Chernow | ||
| fdc398c | Of all the founders, Hamilton probably had the gravest doubts about the wisdom of the masses and wanted elected leaders who would guide them. This was the great paradox of his career: his optimistic view of America's potential coexisted with an essentially pessimistic view of human nature. His faith in Americans never quite matched his faith in America itself. | Ron Chernow | ||
| 3be0563 | We love America just as much as they do. But in a different way. You see, they love America like a 4-year-old loves his mommy. Liberals love America like grown-ups. To a 4-year-old, everything Mommy does is wonderful and anyone who criticizes Mommy is bad. Grown-up love means actually understanding what you love, taking the good with the bad and helping your loved one grow. | patriotism | Al Franken | |
| d325764 | When the president during the campaign | bush foreign-policy iraq nation-building politics usa | Al Franken | |
| 73f9646 | I swear, every person I know gets far more satisfaction from doing good deeds than receiving them. Maybe that's the whole point in the end, all of us putting up with good deeds, tolerating them as best we can, counting the minutes until we have the opportunity to reciprocate. | Catherine Gilbert Murdock | ||
| bc38acf | I ultimately decided to hold my tongue and settle instead for the comfort of ignorance. Not knowing the truth, I retained hope, and that hope I held like a smooth warm stone against my heart. | grief hope loss | Catherine Gilbert Murdock | |
| a4b0134 | When a man wants a mystery, it is generally better to leave him mystified. Nobody loves a clever woman. | Philippa Gregory | ||
| 1f367be | As men have to fight, women have to wait and plan. This is your time for waiting and planning, and you must be constant and discreet. Honesty matters so much less. | Philippa Gregory | ||
| 34baaa9 | I am not a yard of ribbon. I am not a leg of ham. I am not for sale to anyone. | Philippa Gregory | ||
| 18139c4 | She looked at me as if for a moment she would seek someone who would understand the dreadful predicament of a woman, in this world ruled by men. | Philippa Gregory | ||
| 6bf9822 | Yes, Your Grace," I correct her. "I am My Lady, the King's Mother, now, and you shall curtsey to me, as low as to a queen of royal blood. This was my destiny: to put my son on the throne of England, and those who laughed at my visions and doubted my vocation will call me My Lady, the King's Mother, and I shall sign myself Margaret Regina: Margaret R." | red-queen the-red-queen | Philippa Gregory | |
| 3e17fde | Humans in space suits make monkeys nervous. | humor | Richard Preston | |
| 4ac9748 | There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me. My closest is a good thing, a quiet place that helps me hold these thoughts inside my head where no one can hear them. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| adffc20 | I spent the last Friday of summer vacation spreading hot, sticky tar across the roof of George Washington High. My companions were Dopey, Toothless, and Joe, the brain surgeons in charge of building maintenance. At least they were getting paid. I was working forty feet above the ground, breathing in sulfur fumes from Satan's vomitorium, for free. , my father said. , the judge said. Court-ordered restitution for the Foul Deed. He nailed me w.. | community-service hard-labor wit | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| 1a16ca3 | I won't take a real nap. I have this halfway place, a rest stop on the road to sleep, where I can stay for hours. I don't even need to close my eyes, just stay safe under the covers and breathe. | relax restless sleep sleepless tired | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| 70f20ab | Emma hears me come up the stairs and asks me to watch a movie with her. I stick Band-Aids on my weeping cuts, put on pink pajamas so we match, and snuggle with her under her rainbow comforter. She arranges all of her stuffed animals around us in a circle, everyone facing the TV, then presses play...Ghosts dare not enter here. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 5694ce8 | It made me strong.I took a step back, near my whole self in the mirror.I pushed back my shoulders and raised my chin, my back straight as an arrow. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 1a307ec | I just want to sleep. The whole point of not talking about it, of silencing the memory, is to make it go away. It won't. I'll need brain surgery to cut it out of my head. | rape sexual-assault speak | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| 469dbad | I am almost a real girl the entire drive home. I went to a diner. I drank hot chocolate and ate french fries. Talked to a guy for a while. Laughed a couple of times. A little like ice-skating for the first time, wobbly, but I did it. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 25297db | I need to finish this scarf/shawl/blanket thing so I can start something for Emma- a hat, maybe, or a sweater for her stuffed elephant. | sisters | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| 852de05 | Gossip is the foul smell from the Devil's backside. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| c81d556 | I turned the page in Slaughterhouse Five, a forbidden book at Belmont because we were too young to read about soldiers swearing and bombs dropping and bodies blowing up and war sucking. | war | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| 41c88c0 | I'm angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating icecream or kissing a boy or maybe a girl... | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 95e23ab | IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding. Andy Evans raped me in August when I was drunk and too young to know what was happening. It wasn't my fault. He hurt me. It wasn't my fault. And I'm not going to let it kill me. I can grow. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 5f5f2ec | She cannot chain my soul. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 0ff5e25 | I think you have a lot to say. I'd like to hear it. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 8b5e0d6 | I didn't fit. I was a different size, a different shape. I kept trying to squeeze into a body, a skin suit, that was too small. It rubbed me the wrong way. I blistered. I callused. I scarred over and it kept hurting. I would never fit. But, really, I didn't want to fit. That's why it was hard. | Laurie Halse Anderson |