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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9e96b37 | Head knowledge is worthless, unless accompanied by submission of the will and right action. | p40 wisdom | Fulton J. Sheen | |
| c5040a6 | Surround yourself with human beings, my dear James. They are easier to fight for than principles.' He laughed. 'But don't let me down and become human yourself. We would lose such a wonderful machine. | Ian Fleming | ||
| 826130c | fy bldn, y`rD ltlfzywn m yjb 'n yHdth, w l shyy' yHdth n lm y`rD `l~ ltlfzywn | Eduardo Hughes Galeano | ||
| 92f3712 | I can't sleep. There is a woman stuck between my eyelids. I would tell her to get out if I could. But there is a woman stuck in my throat. | Eduardo Galeano | ||
| cceddac | ysmy lfrnsywn dhrw@ l`nq "lmwt lSGyr", ldhy yjm`n fym yfrqn, w y`thr `lyn fym yfqdn, hw bdytn km hw nhytn. ysmwnh mwtan SGyran, lknh ynbGy 'n ykwn `Zyman, hy'lan, lky ynjbn km yqtln." | Eduardo Hughes Galeano | ||
| f907d62 | Along the way we have even lost the right to call ourselves Americans, although the Haitians and the Cubans appeared in history as new people a century befire the Mayflower pilgrims settled on the Plymouth coast. For the world today, America is just the United States; the region we inhabit is a sub-America, a second-class America of nebulous identity. | Eduardo Hughes Galeano | ||
| 080cf52 | Muchas veces me moria pensando que no iba a verte. Pero moria la muerte cada vez que te veia. | nosotros | Eduardo Galeano | |
| 3cd8edd | The fact is, parents and schools and cultures can and do shape people. The most important influence in my life, outside of my family, was my high school journalism teacher, Hattie M. Steinberg. She pounded the fundamentals of journalism into her students -- not simply how to write a lead or accurately transcribe a quote but, more important, how to comport yourself in a professional way. She was nearing sixty at the time I had her as my teac.. | Thomas L. Friedman | ||
| 36a88a9 | The blue was gathered in her hand, and she could feel it quiver, as if it had been given breath and was beginning to live. | Lois Lowry | ||
| 609675d | Gay!' he chirped. 'Gay!' It was the way he said his own name. | Lois Lowry | ||
| 0a87ca2 | I know you're a fool, Jim Hardy, but for heaven's sake pretend you're not for five minutes. | pretend | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 540a887 | I had hardly expected so dolichocephalic a skull or such well-marked supra-orbital development. Would you have any objection to my running my finger along your parietal fissure? A cast of your skull, sir, until the original is available, would be an ornament to any anthropological museum. It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull. | Arthur Conan Doyle | ||
| 3a09f6f | You know,' I answered, with some emotion, for I had never seen so much of Holmes' heart before, 'that it is my greatest joy and privilege to help you. | sherlock-holmes | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | |
| 4250183 | Every society produces its own cultural conceits, a set of lies and delusions about itself that thrive in the face of all contrary evidence. | self-delusion society | Jack Weatherford | |
| eda1be6 | The apartment was entirely, was only, for her: a wall of books, both read and unread, all of them dear to her not only in themselves, their tender spines, but in the moments or periods they evoked. She had kept some books since college that she had acquired for courses and never read--Fredric Jameson, for example, and Kant's Critique of Judgment--but which suggested to her that she was, or might be, a person of seriousness, a thinker in som.. | Claire Messud | ||
| a5103d3 | Nobody would know me from my own description of myself; which is why, when called upon (rarely, I grant) to provide an account, I tailor it, I adapt, I try to provide an outline that can, in some way, correlate to the outline that people understand me to have -- that, I suppose, I actually have, at this point. But who I am in my head, very few people really get to see that. Almost none. It's the most precious gift I can give, to bring her o.. | Claire Messud | ||
| 26824a4 | The secret of survival is a defective imagination. | John Banville | ||
| e9c6940 | I think I am becoming my own ghost. | John Banville | ||
| d39f66d | I guard my memories of my lost one jealously, keep them securely under wraps, like a folio of delicate watercolours that must be protected from the harsh light of day. | John Banville | ||
| 99158ee | Because homeland is one of the magical fantasy words like unicorn and soul and infinity that have now passed into the language. And the particular magic of homeland, its particular spell over irie, was that it sounded like a beginning. The beginningest of beginnings. Like the first morning of Eden and the day after apocalypse. A blank page. (p.332) | Zadie Smith | ||
| 2270801 | You can feel bad... I mean, that's not illegal. | Zadie Smith | ||
| ecafa8b | No, Keeks - this is a good thing. It's been hell - I know it has. But I don't want to be without... us. You;re the person I - you're my life, Keeks. You have been and you will be and you are. i don't know how you want me to say it. You're for me - you are me. We've always known that - and there's no way out now anyway. I love you. You're for me. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 0afb0ab | There is a connection between boredom and the desire for chaos. Despite many disguises and bluffs perhaps she had never stopped wanting chaos. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 5d31463 | Overnight everyone has grown up. While she was becoming, everyone grew up and became. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 933377d | Philosophy is listening to warbling posh boys, it is being more bored than you have ever been in your life, more bored than you thought it possible to be. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 07f237b | Claire spoke often in her poetry of the idea of "fittingness": that is, when your chosen pursuit and your ability to achieve it--no matter how small or insignificant both might be--are matched exactly, are fitting. This, Claire argued, is when we become truly human, fully ourselves, beautiful....In Claire's presence, you were not faulty or badly designed, no, not at all. You were the fitting receptacle and instrument of your talents and bel.. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 8c2a943 | They misspelled 'party.' How evil genius can they be? | Libba Bray | ||
| 9724698 | We created order out of chaos. We made beauty and shaped history. We kept the magic of the realms safe in our grasp. How has it come to this?" "You've not kept it safe. You've kept it to yourselves." She shakes her head to dismiss the thought. "Gemma, you may still use the power for much good. With us to help you-" "And what, pray, have you done to better the lot of others?" I ask. "You call each other sisters, but are we not all sisters? .. | Libba Bray | ||
| 02c6f52 | I wouldn't expect you to get it, Daisy. You don't look at anything besides Photoplay--and even then somebody's gotta explain the pictures to you." Daisy's mouth hung open in outrage. "Well, I never!" "Yeah, that's what you tell all your fellas, but the rest of us aren't buying it. Go away, now, Daisy. Shoo, little fly!" | Libba Bray | ||
| 6c0d7c9 | She smiled as sweetly as a show poster for the glorified, all-American Ziegfeld girl just before dumping her second cigarette into Wally's fresh cup of coffee. | Libba Bray | ||
| e08b72e | Life is too short not to be who you are | Libba Bray | ||
| c704309 | He smiles sadly. "Now I know my destiny." "What is it?" "This." He draws me in to him in a kiss. His lips are warm. He pulls me tighter in his embrace. The roots sigh and release their hold on my waist and the wound in my side is healed. "Kartik," I cry, kissing his cheeks. "It's let me go." "That's good," he says. He makes a small cry. His back arches, and every muscle in his body tightens." | Libba Bray | ||
| 5bee797 | It was hard to feel safe in the world when you were a girl. | Libba Bray | ||
| 35808f1 | Miss Moore speaks slowly, deliberately. "I know because I read." She pulls back and stands, hands on hips, offering us a challenge. "May I suggest that you all read? And often. Believe me, it's nice to have something to talk about other than the weather and the Queen's health. Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating." | Libba Bray | ||
| 1a968c8 | In truth, it is the simplest act in the world. The trick works because you wish it to. You must remember the most important rule of and successful illusion; First the people must want to believe it. | Libba Bray | ||
| de9f4fe | I think that the lady dies not because she leaves the tower for the outside world but because she lets herself float through the world pulled by the current after a dream. Do you mean she should of paddled Cecily asks. Miss Moore laughs. In a manner of speaking yes. Ann stops drumming. But it wouldn't matter whether she paddled or not. She's cursed. No matter what she does she'll die. And she'll die if she stays in the tower too.. | Libba Bray | ||
| 448ab63 | Her eyes take on that suspicious, wounded look girls get when they know they've fallen off the top rung of friendship and someone else has passed them, but they don't know when or how the change took place. | friendship libba-bray | Libba Bray | |
| 5d1565d | No one had ever said anything like that to Evie. Her parents always wanted to advise or instruct or command. They were good people, but they needed the world to bend to them, to fit into their order of things. Evie had never really quite fit, and when she tried, she'd just pop back out, like a doll squeezed into a too-small box. | Libba Bray | ||
| 253a091 | What about you and me, Adina?" Duff said, sidling up to her by the railing. "I know I screwed up. But do you think we could start over?" Adina thought about everything that had happened. Part of her wanted to kiss Duff McAvoy, the tortured British trust-fund-runaway-turned-pirate-of-necessity who loved rock 'n' roll and mouthy-but-vulnerable bass-playing girls from New Hampshire. But he didn't exist. Not really. He was a creature of TV and .. | love self | Libba Bray | |
| 1f93c77 | I've learned that feminism is for everybody and there's nothing wrong with taking up space in the world, even if you have to fight for it a little bit, and that if you don't feel like smiling or waving, that's okay. You don't have to, and you don't have to say sorry. Mostly, I've learned that I don't really care if you like these answers or not, because they're the best, most honest ones I've got, and I just don't feel like I can cheat myse.. | Libba Bray | ||
| d11c236 | But why not take pride in this country? It's the envy of the world. A place where any man can realize his dream. We, the dreamers, built this nation." "The Indians and slaves might disagree," Jericho shot back." | indians slaves | Libba Bray | |
| 249ab11 | Okay. That's fair. Abso-tive-ly fair. Let's say the tables were turned. If I were about to walk off a cliff, what would you do?" Evie pursed her lips. "Push?" "I don't believe that." "You would on the way down." | Libba Bray | ||
| 4c9f1bb | I imagine there are people out there who got a dog when what they wanted was a baby, but I wonder if there aren't other people who had a baby when all they really needed was a dog. | Ann Patchett | ||
| bae01ba | Franny gave her sister a tired smile. "Oh, my love," she said. "What do the only children do?" "We'll never have to know," Caroline said." | Ann Patchett |