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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6ba3343 | My great-aunt. . . . said nobody under 18 had any business reading Dickens. . . . She was right. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 2b1a149 | They can send death at once, but life is slower... | philosophical sci-fi | Ursula K. Le Guina K. Le Guin | |
| 0fadef0 | I always grow poetic when I am lying to myself. | poetic | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 3fcaf8f | There's another option. You can consider the reader, not as a helpless victim or a passive consumer, but as an active, intelligent, worthy collaborator. A colluder, a coillusionist. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 31373ed | You are all in jail. Each alone, solitary, with a heap of what he owns. You live in prison, die in prison. It is all I can see in your eyes - the walls, the walls! | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| a213452 | Can true function arise from basic dysfunction? | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| f33173c | But now his dry and silent grieving for his lost wife must end, for there she stood, the fierce, recalcitrant, and fragile stranger, forever to be won again. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| fea9c28 | Now they came back to him, on this night he was seventeen years old. All the years and places of his brief broken life came within mind's reach and made a whole again. He knew once more, at last, after this long, bitter, waisted time, who he was and where he was. But where he must go in the years to come, that he could not see; and he feared to see it. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| e4a2d3e | This was the way he had to go; he had no choice. He had never had any choice. He was only a dreamer. | social-class volition | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 819271f | I thought it was for your sake that I came alone, so obviously alone, so vulnerable, that I could in myself pose no threat, change no balance: not an invasion, but a mere messenger-boy. But there's more to it than that. Alone, I cannot change your world. But I can be changed by it. Alone, I must listen, as well as speak. Alone, the relationship I finally make, if I make one, is not impersonal and not only political: it is individual, it is .. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| a31560f | I don't know. Do men kill men, except in madness? Does any beast kill its own kind? Only the insects. These yumens kill us as lightly as we kill snakes. The one who taught me said that they kill one another, in quarrels, and also in groups, like ants fighting. I haven't seen that. But I know they don't spare one who asks life. They will strike a bowed neck, I have seen it! There is a wish to kill in them, and therefore I saw fit to put them.. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| d413f93 | Celaena had a sudden moment of clarity then, as her hair ripped from her braid and the wind tore at her clothes. Of all the girls in all the world, here she was on a spit of beach in the Red Desert, astride an Asterion horse, racing faster than the wind. Most would never experience this-- would never experience anything like this again. And for that one heartbeat, when there was nothing more to it than that, she tasted bliss so complete th.. | the-assassin-and-the-desert | Sarah J. Maas | |
| e88e7d0 | He wasn't coming. He wasn't coming to get her. She should be glad. Should be relieved. She was relieved. And yet ... and yet ... | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 95e3c8b | Lysandra had entered and passed out in her bed with no explanation for why or what she'd been doing beforehand. And since she was utterly unconscious, Aelin had just climbed into bed beside her. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f962752 | It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me. I hated it, because I knew I couldn't escape it, and knew it would forever change me. And that witchling ... I loved her, too. I loved her in a way I cannot describe--other than to tell you that it was the most powerful thing I've ever felt, greater than rage, than lust, than magic. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ff65076 | If they let you out," Kaltain said, both of them staring into the blackness of their prisons, "make sure that they're punished someday. Every last one of them." Celaena listened to her own breathing, felt Chaol's blood under her nails, and the blood of all those men she'd hacked down, and the coldness of Nehemia's room, where all that gore had soaked the bed. "They will be," Celaena swore to the darkness. She had nothing left to give, excep.. | kaltain-rompier promise | Sarah J. Maas | |
| bb20872 | She stopped as a map of Erilea appeared. Maps had always interested her; there was something bewitching in knowing one's precise location in relation to others on earth. | maps | Sarah J. Maas | |
| a62bcce | The winds shifted, and Abraxos rode them, rising higher into the sky, the darkened kingdom below passing by in a blur. Changing winds--a changing world. Perhaps a changing Thirteen, too. And herself. She didn't know what to make of it, But Manon hoped they'd all survive it. She hoped. | hope manon-blackbeak pg642 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 4da1040 | It was an effort not to peek over her shoulder. Don't you even dare, a voice hissed in her head. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 7815326 | But Celaena had stood in front of the that wooden door to the bedroom, listening to Yrene wash her clothes in the nearby kitchen. She found herself unable to turn away, unable to stop thinking about the would-be healer with the brown-gold hair and caramel eyes, of what Yrene had lost and how helpless she'd become. There were so many of them now--the children who had lost everything to Adarlan. Children who had now grown into assassins and b.. | celaena-sardothien pg115 the-assassin-and-the-healer yrene-towers | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 49db49b | First, when we are busy, we naturally believe that we are achieving. But busyness does not equal productivity. Activity is not necessarily accomplishment. Second, prioritizing requires leaders to continually think ahead, to know what's important, to know what's next, to see how everything relates to the overall vision. That's hard work. Third, prioritizing causes us to do things that are at the least uncomfortable and sometimes downright pa.. | John C. Maxwell | ||
| 0f2cf4c | Meanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of | E.E. Cummings | ||
| a527a4c | the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of day tortured in gold | E.E. Cummings | ||
| 66cbda5 | I was the type who looked at discussions of What Is Truth only with a view toward correcting the manuscript. If you were to quote "I am that I am," for example, I thought that the fundamental problem was where to put the comma, inside the quotation marks or outside." | Umberto Eco | ||
| 23c6361 | I did not know then what Brother William was seeking, and to tell the truth, I still do not know today, and I presume he himself did not know, moved as he was solely by the desire for truth, and by the suspicion - which I could see he always harbored - that the truth was not what was appearing to him at any given moment. | suspicion truth | Umberto Eco | |
| 72f4413 | Everything is repeated, in a circle. History is a master because it teaches us that it doesn't exist. It's the permutations that matter. | philosophy | Umberto Eco | |
| ed784cf | Yes, I know, it's not the truth, but in a great history little truths can be altered so that the greater truth emerges. | Umberto Eco | ||
| 66a7b35 | You don't fall in love because you fall in love; you fall in love because of the need, desperate, to fall in love. when you feel that need, you have to watch your step: like having drunk a philter, the kind that makes you fall in love with the first thing you meet. It could be a duck-billed platypus. | Umberto Eco | ||
| 183f0e9 | From shit, thus, I extract pure Shinola | Umberto Eco | ||
| f1b72a9 | Why you need a reason for everything? Reason is something people say to make sense of things that don't make sense. | Gregg Olsen | ||
| 7647029 | Was all this real to her? Did she think it was temporary? Or maybe that was the point of love: not to think. | Miranda July | ||
| f29a1ce | This person mourns the fact that she has ruined her one chance to be loved by everyone; as this person climbs into bed, the weight of this tragedy seems to bear down upon this person's chest. And it is a comforting weight, almost human in heft. This person sighs. This person's eyes begin to close, this person sleeps. | Miranda July | ||
| 3e7cec6 | Well,I have a theory that men don't actually cry less than women,they just do it differently. Since we never saw our fathers cry,we are forced to invent our own unique method. | Miranda July | ||
| dd6a926 | He's not good enough for you." "What?" I stared at him incredulously. "I'd say you have that backwords. He's from a good family. Iam not" His fingers slid away from mine. A swallow darted past us. "So if you'll excuse me, I have to go convince his mother that I'm not a desperate fortune hunter with a liar for a mother an a disgusting talent for drugging old ladies." "No" I frowned. "What do you mean, no?Whats the matter with you?" He just s.. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| e078c4c | A scratch at the door interrupted us. Colin dropped and rolled under the bed again. One of the maids poked her head in. "Miss?" I tried not to look as if I was hiding a handsome young lad under the mattress. "Yes?" "Lord Jasper sent me up to see if you need help getting ready for a ball." She smiled proudly. "I have a fair hand with a curling iron." "Oh.Thank you." I needed to get Colin out before I ended up naked in the middle of my bedroo.. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| 54259f8 | You look like a demented bunny," I told him."What are you doing?" "You switched to lemon shampoo." I blinked, thought back to my morning shower,which felt like years ago.He was right.His hands were clenched, but his voice was soft and husky. He turned his head away, was close enough that his hair brushed my cheek. "Smells good." | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| 58bd8f0 | That alone made me want to find every Richelieu in the world and kiss them. With tongue. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| bbe7396 | These are tough times for state governments. Huge deficits loom almost everywhere, from California to New York, from New Jersey to Texas. | 2011 balanced-budget budgets california deficit-spending economics economy-of-california economy-of-new-jersey economy-of-new-york economy-of-texas economy-of-the-united-states financial-crisis-of-2007-2011 governor-of-texas new-jersey new-york politics rick-perry state-governments-of-the-us taxes texas texas-elections-2010 united-states united-states-elections-2010 | Paul Krugman | |
| 14324a6 | But Mehrunnisa did not know then, would never know, by giving her blessings to this marriage she had set into progress a chain of events that would eventually erase her name from history's pages. Or that Arjumand would become the only Mughal woman posterity would easily recognize. Docile, seemingly tractable and troublesome Arjumand would eclipse even Mehrunnisa, cast her in a shadow...because of the monument Khurram would build in Arjumand.. | india mughal mumtaz shah-jahan tajmahal | Indu Sundaresan | |
| 4b1d507 | The common people and the great men and women are all defined by how they deal with life's unfairness: Helen Keller, Nelson Mandela, Stephen Hawking, Malala Yousafzai, and--Moki Martin. Sometimes no matter how hard you try, no matter how good you are, you still end up as a sugar cookie. Don't complain. Don't blame it on your misfortune. Stand tall, look to the future, and drive on! | William H. McRaven | ||
| 77645a1 | Like dreams and works of art, fantasies are far more than what they appear to be on the surface. They're complex psychic creations whose symbolic content mustn't be translated into literal intent. "Think poetry, not prose," | Esther Perel | ||
| 89166eb | Love is at once an affirmation and a transcendence of who we are. | Esther Perel | ||
| 009baa6 | Erik Erikson has commented: Potentially creative men like (Bernard) Shaw build the personal fundament of their work during a self-decreed moratorium, during which they often starve themselves, socially, erotically, and, at last but not least, nutritionally, in order to let the grosser weeds die out, and make way for the growth of their inner garden. | Lewis Hyde | ||
| a38d615 | If anyone was to perform the classic folly of taking a midnight stroll among the murderous gentlemen with whom the hotel was probably packed, it was not going to be me. | Mary Stewart |