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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3569e8e | The dog hunts rabbits. Hercule Poirot hunts murderers. | Agatha Christie | ||
| c950ab7 | Truth is seldom romantic. | Agatha Christie | ||
| ed6c4ef | It would mean a good film, the story that you have recounted to me there - but it bears no sort of resemblance to everyday life.' 'I admit that I haven't gone into all the details, but-' 'You have gone farther - you have ignored them magnificently. | Agatha Christie | ||
| a82ae38 | How true is the saying that man was forced to invent work in order to escape the strain of having to think. | work | Agatha Christie | |
| 4136a05 | In every profession and walk of life there is someone who is vulnerablle to temptation. (Mr. Barnes) | Agatha Christie | ||
| f042d22 | What you do not understand is that there are things that cannot be bought. | five-little-pigs hercule-poirot murder-mystery things-that-cannot-be-bought | Agatha Christie | |
| c4c566e | She looked at them with shining eyes. Her chin went up. She said: "You regard it as impossible that a sinner should be struck down by the wrath of God! I do not!" The judge stroked his chin. He murmured in a slightly ironic voice: "My dear lady, in my experience of ill-doing, Providence leaves the work of conviction and chastisement to us mortals-and the process is often fraught with difficulties. There are no short cuts." | justice punishment relegion | Agatha Christie | |
| 3017c32 | Yes, yes-you will give him the earth-because you love him. Love him too much for safety or for happiness. But you cannot give to people what they are incapable of receiving. | Agatha Christie | ||
| e209332 | There was only one thing about his own appearance which really pleased Hercule Poirot, and that was the profusion of his moustaches, and the way they responded to grooming and treatment and trimming. They were magnificent. He knew of nobody else who had any moustache half as good. | hercule-poirot humorous moustaches mustaches poirot | Agatha Christie | |
| c9bf703 | Cease, stranger, cease those witching notes, The art of syren choirs; Hush the seductive voice that floats Across the trembling wires. Music's ethereal power was given Not to dissolve our clay, | misinterpreted poetic | John Henry Newman | |
| 639f4b9 | He looked so pained that I dreamed of taking his hands and making him dance | Andrea Levy | ||
| 9cf9c0b | shyy' m ymwt fy dkhly `ndm 'stGny `n ktby. | Alberto Manguel | ||
| b19482f | For no matter what the world, men who deal in headwear are men to be trusted above any other. | Frank Beddor | ||
| d9c28d7 | We want what's in this world but we also want what ain't. | impossible-things life possible the-world | Ron Rash | |
| 2337b90 | Others can make us vulnerable and the sooner such vulnerabilities are dealt with the better | humans love vulnerable | Ron Rash | |
| 410aef8 | I wish I could love people as you do, Molly!' 'Don't you?' said the other, in surprise. 'No. A good number of people love me, I believe, or at least they think they do; but I never seem to care much for any one. I do believe I love you, little Molly, whom I have only known for ten days, better than any one. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 62f46e1 | An old lady had an Alderney cow, which she looked upon as a daughter. ....The whole town knew and kindly regarded Miss Betsy Barker's Alderney, therefore great was the sympathy and regret when, in an unguarded moment, the poor cow fell into a lime-pit. She moaned so loudly that she was soon heard and rescued; but meanwhile the poor beast had lost most of her hair and came out looking naked, cold and miserable, in a bare skin. Everybody piti.. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 7694103 | But with the increase of serious and just ground of complaint, a new kind of patience had sprung up in her Mother's mind. She was gentle and quiet in intense bodily suffering, almost in proportion as she had been restless and depressed when there had been no real cause for grief. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 09d33df | When prayers were ended, and his Mother had wished him good-night with that long steady look of hers which conveyed no expression of the tenderness that was in her heart, but yet had all the intensity of a blessing. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| f002c65 | How shall I ever tell Aunt Shaw?' she whispered, after some time of delicious silence. 'Let me speak to her.' 'Oh, no! I owe it to her, - but what will she say?' 'I can guess. Her first exclamation will be, "That man!" ' 'Hush!' said Margaret, 'or I shall try and show you your mother's indignant tones as she says, "That woman!" " | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| b9aef10 | Your husband this morning! Mine tonight! What do you take him for?' 'A man' smiled Cynthia. 'And therefore, if you won't let me call him changeable, I'll coin a word and call him consolable. | fickleness husbands men | Elizabeth Gaskell | |
| 2b0509f | Neither loss of father, nor loss of mother, dear as she was to Mr Thornton, could have poisoned the remembrance of the weeks, the days, the hours, when a walk of two miles, every step of which was pleasant, as it brought him nearer and nearer to her, took him to her sweet presence - every step of which was rich, as each recurring moment that bore him away from her made him recal some fresh grace in her demeanour, or pleasant pungency in her.. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| a57ef69 | She never called her son by any name but John; 'love' and 'dear', and such like terms, were reserved for Fanny. | funny-and-random mothers names sobriquet sons | Elizabeth Gaskell | |
| ad6b167 | To elevate abstract doctrines and dogmas over living, breathing, embodied experiences of God's love and grace, then, is going the wrong direction. It's taking flesh and turning it back into words. | Rob Bell | ||
| cfb90dd | But I do have conversations about the Patriarchy and I am having them with gay men. At eighteen, I am discovering what generations of women have long known. The natural ally of the straight woman is the gay man because they are others losers too. | gay-men patriarchy | Caitlin Moran | |
| 482fa67 | hearing women singing about themselves - rather than men singing about women - makes everything seem wonderfully clear, and possible | music singing women | Caitlin Moran | |
| 356aede | In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter all over the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry on to the next bit.... | Emma Donoghue | ||
| ac81ce0 | Sometimes words were like glass that broke in her mouth. | pain words | Emma Donoghue | |
| 07b5208 | What started Baby Jesus growing in Mary's tummy was an angel zoomed down, like a ghost but a really cool one with feathers. Mary was all surprised, she said, "How can this be?" and then, "OK let it be." When Baby Jesus popped out of her vagina on Christmas she put him in a manger but not for the cows to chew, only to warm him up with their blowing because he was magic." | Emma Donoghue | ||
| d69d0aa | She gets sick of things fast, it's from being an adult. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| c6345e8 | Good nurses follow rules," Lib growled, "but the best know when to break them." | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 614e97d | When Jack just rescued her Ma's, just succeeded doing the Great Escape: "Want to go to Bed." "They'll find us somewhere to sleep in a little while." "No. ." "You mean in Room?" Ma's pulled back, she's staring in my eyes. "Yeah. I've seen the world and I'm tired now." | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 94d67bd | Well. There is a psychiatric occurrence we see in men-not often women-where they put all their hopes and dreams onto one person, so intensely that at some point it trips a wire in the brain circuitry, and that causes them to go, in a minute, 180 degrees the other way. | Emma Forrest | ||
| 4d9b379 | You can have this kind of love. You can have it. You just grab it. Of course the problem with having that love is that you can lose it, too. | Emma Forrest | ||
| 409f275 | I have been here five days. I have decided on a place to eat in at midday, a place to eat in at night, a place to have my drink in after dinner. I have arranged my little life. | Jean Rhys | ||
| 44da127 | He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy people. | Jean Rhys | ||
| 5305286 | Now at last I know why I was brought here and what I have to do. | Jean Rhys | ||
| 8f62eff | Why did you make me want to live? Why did you do that to me?' 'Because I wished it. Isn't that enough?' 'Yes, it is enough. But if one day you didn't wish it. What should I do then? Suppose you took this happiness away when I wasn't looking ...' 'And lose my own? Who'd be so foolish?' 'I am not used to happiness,' she said. 'It makes me afraid.' 'Never be afraid. Or if you are tell no one.' 'I understand. But trying does not help me.' 'What.. | Jean Rhys | ||
| 750af5b | Soon he'll come in again and kiss me, but differently. He'll be different and so I'll be different. It'll be different. I thought, 'It'll be different, different. It must be different. | Jean Rhys | ||
| e352656 | When he talked his eyes went away from mine and then he forced himself to look straight at me and he began to explain and I knew that he felt very strange with me and that he hated me, and it was funny sitting there and talking like that, knowing he hated me. | Jean Rhys | ||
| 5b3b8f8 | It's funny, he said, have you ever thought that a girl's clothes cost more than the girl inside them? | Jean Rhys | ||
| 53e5d52 | Chuckling, Jason picked up the bucket of explosives. Rachel felt the moment slipping away. There was so much she wanted to say. What if something happened to him? What if she never told him how much she appreciated his coming back to Lyrian for her? How much she cared about him? There were too many feelings to translate into words. "See you later," she managed. "Not if I see you first," Jason said, starting toward the main doors of the temp.. | Brandon Mull | ||
| 40c0f0a | When a decision really matters, Rachel, we have to ignore our comforting illusions. We must set aside our wishes and give heed to reality. Nobody can accept the truth while hiding from it. When a decision matters, we have to stare at the truth unflinchingly. Only then can we find peace in our choices. | Brandon Mull | ||
| 5659b0a | For anything worth accomplishing, we can always find reasons to doubt, just as we can also find reasons to proceed...I have chosen to side with faith and hope over doubt and despair. | doubt faith hope | Brandon Mull |