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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7a811e1 | He hadn't let what he looked like run his life one way or the other, any more than he'd let the Combine mill him into fitting where they wanted him to fit. | Ken Kesey | ||
| d3cb476 | Okay, stand outa the way. Sometimes when I go to exertin' myself I use up all the air nearby and grown men faint from suffocation. | Ken Kesey | ||
| fd3a8d1 | he commences to laugh. Nobody can tell exactly why he laughs; there's nothing funny going on. But it's not the way that Public Relation laughs, it's free and loud and it comes out of his wide grinning mouth and spreads in rings bigger and bigger till it's lapping against the walls all over the ward. Not like that fat Public Relation laugh. This sounds real. I realize all of a sudden it's the first laugh I've heard in years. He stands lookin.. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 87c2cb1 | Look to yourself. You free. Nothing and nobody is obliged to save you but you. Seek your own land. You young and a woman and there's serious limitation in both, but you are a person too. Don't let Lenore or some trifling boyfriend and certainly no devil doctor decide who you are. That's slavery. Somewhere inside you is that free person I'm talking about. Locate her and let her do some good in the world. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 72c327f | Down by the stream in back of 124 her footprints come and go, come and go. They are so familiar. Should a child, an adult place his feet in them, they will fit. Take them out and they disappear again as though nobody ever walked there. By and by all trace is gone, and what is forgotten is not only the footprints but the water too and what it is down there. The rest is weather. Not the breath of the disremembered and unaccounted for, but wi.. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 796580a | And they beat. The women for having known them and no more, no more; the children for having been them but never again. They killed a boss so often and so completely they had to bring him back to life to pulp him one more time. Tasting hot mealcake among pine trees, they beat it away. Singing love songs to Mr. Death, they smashed his head. More than the rest, they killed the flirt whom folks called Life for leading them on. Making them thin.. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 8a5d8e6 | The best thing she was, was her children. | motherhood mothers | Toni Morrison | |
| beee258 | It's gonna hurt, now," said Amy. "Anything dead coming back to life hurts." -- | Toni Morrison | ||
| bb39968 | You your own best thing, Sethe. You are. | self-esteem | Toni Morrison | |
| 86cd50a | When they fall in love with a city it is for forever. As though there never was a time when they didn't love it. The minute they arrive at the train station or get off the ferry and glimpse the wide streets and the wasteful lamps lighting them, they know they are born for it. There, in a city, they are not so much new as themselves, their stronger, riskier selves. And in the beginning when they first arrive, and twenty years later when they.. | Toni Morrison | ||
| ef54efc | Why, America's the only free nation on earth. Besides! Country's too big for a revolution. No, no! Couldn't happen here! | Sinclair Lewis | ||
| 250afd1 | God does not abandon men, my son. Men abandon God. | Francine Rivers | ||
| ba61cf6 | If you love me as you claim to, then you love her as well. She's part of me. Do you understand? She's part of my flesh and my life. When you say things against her, you say them against me. When you cut her, you cut me. Do you understand? | Francine Rivers | ||
| b094629 | Love the Lord your God, and love one another. Love one another as he loves. Love with strength and purpose and passion and no matter what comes against you. Don't weaken. Stand against the darkness, and love. That's the way back into Eden. That's the way | Francine Rivers | ||
| db8a79a | And if it (life) were easier, would i have given my heart so fully to God? Put your hope in Him, and you won't be disappointed by what life offers | Francine Rivers | ||
| 66c28de | We opened our eyes and turned in bed to take a good look at each other. We both knew it then. We'd reached the end of something, and the thing was to find out where new to start. | Raymond Carver | ||
| 0a8ed48 | She look so stylish it like the trees all round the house draw themself up tall for a better look. | Alice Walker | ||
| 6c1ab76 | I feel a little peculiar around the children. For one thing, they grown. And I see they think me and Nettie and Shug and Albert and Samuel and Harpo and Sofia and Jack and Odessa real old and don't know much what going on. But I don't think us feel old at all. And us so happy. Matter of fact, I think this the youngest us ever felt. | Alice Walker | ||
| 57e978c | What if?.. What if I am all to see? What if life is only this? And Ignorance is bliss? What if love is only pain? And nothing can be gained by living everyday And there is no better way? What then? | questioning-mind | Melody Carlson | |
| be54c19 | A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death. | Saul Bellow | ||
| ddb96c3 | Reuven, as you grow older you will discover that the most important thing that will happen to you will often come as a result of silly things, as you call them- "ordinary things" is a better expression. That is the way the world is." | Chaim Potok | ||
| 46bfe51 | A choice tells the world what is most important to a human being. When a man has a choice to make he chooses what is most important to him, and that choice tells the world what kind of a man he is. | Chaim Potok | ||
| 6b2a28b | I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering Blue and mystical over the face of the stars Inside the church, the saints will all be blue, Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews, Their hands and faces stiff with holiness. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| ff6a13f | My hours are married to shadow. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| efdbac7 | Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of horses, necks bent, manes blown, Tails streaming against the green Backdrop of sycamores. Sun was striking White chapel pinnacles over the roofs, Holding the horses, the clouds, the leaves Steadily rooted though they were all flowing Away to the left like reeds in a sea When the splinter flew in and stuck my eye, Needling it dark. Then I was seeing A melding of shapes in a hot rain: Horses.. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| f260248 | My skin is broken out from subconscious anxiety and tension, self-induced. Nothing is more difficult than lashing a vagrant mind suddenly into long self-imposed stints of concentration. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 96a9952 | The lawn was white with doctors | doctors | Sylvia Plath | |
| ddc1512 | I'm collecting my strength; one day I shall manage without her, and she'll perish with emptiness then, and begin to miss me | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 2289d55 | The reason I hadn't washed my clothes or my hair was because it seemed so silly. (...) It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash it again the next. It made me tired just to think of it. I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| a56d0c7 | Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| defedb6 | I also remembered Buddy Willard saying in a sinister, knowing way that after I had children I would feel differently, I wouldn't want to write poems any more. So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about numb as a slave in some private, totalitarian state. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 7fdfa0f | But when I took up my pen, my hand made big, jerky letters like those of a child, and the lines sloped down the page from left to right horizontally, as if they were loops of string lying on the paper, and someone had come along and blown them askew. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 7919ee5 | Feel like the recluse who comes out into the world with a life-saving gospel to find everybody has learned a new language in the meantime and can't understand a word he's saying. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 1a26dde | The world is blood-hot and personal. --Sylvia Plath | Megan Abbott | ||
| 2a55dfd | Paralytic It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the iron lung That loves me, pumps My two Dust bags in and out, Will not Let me relapse While the day outside glides by like ticker tape. The night brings violets, Tapestries of eyes, Lights, The soft anonymous Talkers: 'You all right?' The starched, inaccessible breast. Dead egg, I lie Whole On a whole world I cannot touch, At the white, tight D.. | paralytic poetry sickness | Sylvia Plath | |
| e2c2931 | Without warning, David was visited by an exact vision of death: a long hole in the ground, no wider than your body, down which you are drawn while the white faces above recede. You try to reach them but your arms are pinned. Shovels put dirt into your face. There you will be forever, in an upright position, blind and silent, and in time no one will remember you, and you will never be called by any angel. As strata of rock shift, your finger.. | death-and-dying short-story | John Updike | |
| ce1c5e2 | Will you let me lift you?" he said. "Just let me lift you. Just let me see how light you are." "All right," she said. "Do you want me to take off my coat?" "Yes, yes, yes," he said. "Take off your coat." She stood. She let her coat fall to the sofa. "Can I do it now?" he said. "Yes." He put his hands under her arms. He raised her off the floor and then put her down gently. "Oh you're so light!" he shouted. "Your'e so light, you're so fragi.. | John Cheever | ||
| 4bdce6a | For the traveler we see leaning on his neighbor is an honest and well-meaning man and full of melancholy, like those Chekhov characters so laden with virtues that they never know success in life. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 61af024 | But just like believing in God, falling in love is such a sacred feeling that it leaves you with no room for any other passions. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 817d973 | Ka thought it strangely depressing that the suicide girls had had to struggle to find a private moment to kill themselves. Even after swallowing their pills, even as they lay quietly dying, they'd had to share their rooms with others. | women womens-rights | Orhan Pamuk | |
| c005492 | If we love someone very much, we know that even if we give him the most valuable thing we have, we know not to expect harm from him. This is what a sacrifice is. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| d86fb30 | All these are true and none. The place is there Is what we name it, and is not. It . | A.S. Byatt | ||
| 0a1ff6b | Why should I want what's good for me?' Beatrice asked him, smiling. 'Is that what you want for yourself - only what's good for you? | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 18a6f3a | The distinction between "assistant" and intern" is a simple one: assistants are paid, interns are not. But of course interns are paid, in experience." | money work | Joyce Carol Oates |