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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| da1e45d | I learned a long time ago with you that folks who were trying to be kind would rather do it with a macaroni-and-cheese bake than any personal involvement. You hand off a serving dish and you've done your job - no need to get personally involved, and your conscience is clean. Food is the currency of aid. | displays-of-kindness food | Jodi Picoult | |
| 815cec3 | The truth has teeth. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 8c47018 | No looking back. Life goes one way only, and whatever opinions you hold about the past having nothing to do with anything but your own damn weakness. Nothing changes what already happened. It will always have happened. You either let it break you down or you don't. | Charles Frazier | ||
| 9ce196b | If I'd known I should meet a damn bear, Jamie said, grunting as he lifted another stone into place, I would have taken another path. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| dee3ef3 | My marriage to Jamie had been for me like the turning of a great key, each small turn setting in the intricate fall of tumblers within me. Bree had been able to turn that key as well, edging closer to the unlocking of the door of myself. But the final turn of the lock was frozen--until I had walked into the print shop in Edinburgh, and the mechanism had sprung free with a final, decisive click. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| aedf050 | Men would eat horse droppings, if ye served them wi' butter. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 063b505 | Claire knew the flavor of solitude. It was cold as spring water, and not all could drink it; for some it was not refreshment, but mortal chill. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 012bc56 | It's a bit undignified to get into, but it's verra easy to take off" "How you get into it?" I asked curiously. "Well, ye lay it out on the ground, like this" -he knelt, spreading the cloth so that it lined the leaf-strewn hollow- "and then ye pleat it every few inches, lie down on it, and row." I burst out laughing, and sank to my knees, helping to smooth the thick tartan wool." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d16c3c5 | Let me be enough, | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5442371 | Never,"he whispered to me, face only inches from mine. "Never," I said, and turned my head, closing my eyes to escape the intensity of his gaze. A gentle, inexorable pressure turned me back to face him, as the small, rhythmic movements went on. "No, my Sassenach," he said softly. "Open your eyes. Look at me. For that is your punishment, as it is mine. See what you have done to me, as I know what I have done to you. Look at me." -- | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 14a777b | The greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b3cf3ae | Time makes very little difference to the basic realities of life | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ef87d0e | A trained surgeon is also a potential killer, and an important bit of the training lies in accepting the fact. Your intent is entirely benign - or at least you hope so - but your are laying violent hands on someone, and you must be ruthless in order to do it effectively. And sometimes the person under your hands will die, and knowing that . . . you do it anyway. | surgical-training surgeon | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 0860360 | He shook his head, absorbed in one of his feats of memory, those brief periods of scholastic rapture where he lost touch with the world around him, absorbed completely in conjuring up knowledge from all its sources. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| af12715 | And, Sassenach," he whispered, "your face is my heart." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a033ebb | I could feel the hair rising on my forearms, as though with cold, and rubbed them uneasily. Two hundred years. From 1945 to 1743; yes, near enough. And women who traveled through the rocks. Was it always women? I wondered suddenly. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| eb7ee05 | I want him." I had not said that to Jamie at our marriage; I had not wanted him, then. But I had said it since, three times; in two moments of choice at Craigh na Dun, and once again at Lallybroch. "I want him." I wanted him still, and nothing whatever could stand between us." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 34c4b40 | You don't have any hair at all at the tops of your thighs," I said, admiring the smooth white skin there. "Why is that, do you think?" "The cow licked it off the last time she milked me," he said between his teeth. "For God's sake, Sassenach!" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 810613a | I do not understand men." That made him chuckle, deep in his chest. "Yes, ye do, Sassenach. Ye only wish ye didn't." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a83b4fc | And suddenly it was all simple. He held out his arms to her. She stepped into them and found that she had been wrong; he was as big as she'd imagined--and his arms were as strong about her as she had ever dared to hope. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| faa6b7a | I could feel his heart beating against my ribs, and wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, not moving, not making love, just breathing the same air. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 388dd46 | Fiercely to cherish, softly to guard. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 70d1ed5 | Well, Bud," he said, looking at me, "I'll be damned if you don't go to a lot of trouble to have your fun. Kidnapping, then fighting. What do you do on your holidays? Burn houses?" | friendship best-friends | William Faulkner | |
| 4789109 | It does not take long. Soon the fine galloping language, the gutless swooning full of sapless trees and dehydrated lusts begins to swim smooth and swift and peaceful. It is better than praying without having to bother to think aloud. It is like listening in a cathedral to a eunuch chanting in a language which he does not even need to not understand. | reading | William Faulkner | |
| 6b5e1c9 | Maybe nothing ever happens once and is finished. Maybe happen is never once but like ripples maybe on water after the pebble sinks, the ripples moving on, spreading, the pool attached by a narrow umbilical water-cord to the next pool which the first pool feeds, has fed, did feed, let this second pool contain a different temperature of water, a different molecularity of having seen, felt, remembered, reflect in a different tone the infinite .. | time | William Faulkner | |
| 30d6a5b | It was too late. Maybe yesterday, while I was still a child, but not now. I knew too much, had seen too much, I was a child no longer now; innocence and childhood were forever lost, forever gone from me. | growing-up | William Faulkner | |
| b27d881 | If it could just be a hell beyond that: the clean flame the two of us more than dead. Then you will have only me then only me then the two of us amid the pointing and the horror beyond the clean flame... Only you and me amid the pointing and the horror walled by the clean flame. | William Faulkner | ||
| 8ec6053 | You don't dare think whole even to yourself the entirety of a dear hope or wish let alone a desperate one else you yourself have doomed it. | William Faulkner | ||
| 3e860d3 | All my life I have studies the peculiar powers of music. It has a force of its own that few would deny. | Katherine Neville | ||
| aab0a10 | L]ife is like an expensive restaurant where, sooner or later, someone always hands you the bill, which is not to say that you should deny the joy and pleasure afforded by the dishes already eaten. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 5cd2415 | I]t is dangerous for a bride to be apologetic about her husband. | marriage wives matrimony inferiority perception inequality husbands | Wallace Stegner | |
| cb895a0 | The deep ecologists warn us not to be anthropocentric, but I know no way to look at the world, settled or wild, except through my own human eyes. I know that is wasn't created especially for my use, and I share the guilt for what members of my species, especially the migratory ones, have done to it. But I am the only instrument that I have access to by which I can enjoy the world and try to understand it. So I must believe that, at least to.. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| d205e54 | Sally has a smile I would accept as my last view on earth... | Wallace Stegner | ||
| 30c734e | There is nothing like a doorbell to precipitate the potential into the kinetic. When you stand outside a door and push the button, something has to happen. Someone must respond; whatever is inside must be revealed. Questions will be answered, uncertainties or mysteries dispelled. A situation will be started on its way through unknown complications to an unpredictable conclusion. The answer to your summons may be to a rush of tearful welcome.. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| a3d0dcd | There was somewhere, if you knew where to find it, some place where money could be made like drawing water from a well, some Big Rock Candy Mountain where life was effortless and rich and unrestricted and full of adventure and action, where something could be had for nothing. | illusion greed | Wallace Stegner | |
| e16a2d2 | How do I know what I think till I see what I say? | Wallace Stegner | ||
| 374c8a9 | After all, what are any of us after but the conviction of belonging? | yearning | Wallace Stegner | |
| f92ed21 | there are no secrets unless you keep them to yourself, and this was the greatest secret I had ever had to keep in my life so far. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 981ad00 | I is not understanding human beans at all,' the BFG said. 'You is a human bean and you is saying it is grizzling and horrigust for giants to be eating human beans. Right or left?' 'Right,' Sophie said. 'But human beans is squishing each other all the time,' the BFG said. 'They is shootling guns and going up in aerioplanes to drop their bombs on each other's heads every week. Human beans is always killing other human beans.' He was right. Of.. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 0b7cbab | You must remember that there was virtually no air travel in the early 1930s. Africa was two weeks away from England by boat and it took you about five weeks to get to China. These were distant and magic lands and nobody went to them just for a holiday. You went there to work. Nowadays you can go anywhere in the world in a few hours and nothing is fabulous anymore. | Roald Dahl | ||
| a17bcbc | Good day, Sir. | Roald Dahl | ||
| a2de80c | lalalalalalallalalallalalalal have nothing to say | Roald Dahl | ||
| fdc4107 | Give us strength, oh Lord, to let our children starve. | last-sentence last-lines last-words | Roald Dahl | |
| 2434f3c | You'll never get anywhere if you go about what-iffing like that. | what-ifs | Roald Dahl |