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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d7110f5 | Sentiment and brutality, never one without the other, like fossils and oil. | Saul Bellow | ||
| 4dcbd73 | Unfortunately for the betterment of mankind it is not always the fair-minded who are in the right. | Saul Bellow | ||
| 06ccd1e | The blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant. | Chaim Potok | ||
| c3ed19a | the world will indulge you just so long Asher Lev. Then it will stop. You will simply have to grow accustomed to that truth. | Chaim Potok | ||
| d339f1e | Honest differences of opinion should never be permitted to destroy a friendship, he told me. "Haven't you learned that yet, Reuven?" | Chaim Potok | ||
| 9e299ef | One Step...and then the next gets you where you're going." - Sister Creep" | Robert R. McCammon | ||
| 5e9e4c6 | Sirca fanusun icinde olu bir bebek gibi tikanip kalmis biri icin dunyanin kendisi kotu bir dustur. Bir gun bir yerde -okulda, Avrupa'da, herhangi bir yerde- o bogucu carpitmalariyla sirca fanusun yeniden uzerime inmeyecegini nasil bilebilirdim? | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 738f696 | I need someone to pour myself into. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 476ab2b | WIDOW. The word consumes itself, said Sylvia Plath, who consumed herself. | Lauren Groff | ||
| 72ffb27 | As I paddled on, mt heartbeat boomed like a motor in my ears. I am I am I am. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| f906d42 | All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen. A far sea moves in my ear. | sylvia-plath | Sylvia Plath | |
| a707702 | Then my gaze slid over the people to the blaze of green beyond the diaphanous curtains, and I felt as if I were sitting in the window of an enormous department store. The figures around me weren't people, but shop dummies, painted to resemble people and propped up in attitudes counterfeiting life. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 1e905c5 | I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near unto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don't believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people feel about holy water. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| a64fadb | I don't want to use higher education as an escape from responsibility, but I feel there is so much more awareness I should have before plunging onto the field of battle. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 0de1a6d | I felt very low. I had been unmasked only that morning by Jay Cee herself, and I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicions I had about myself were coming true. After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of race. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 0fc74c9 | I am climbing to my freedom, freedom from fear, freedom from marrying the wrong person, like Buddy Willard, just because of sex, freedom from the Florence Crittenden Homes where all the poor girls go who should have been fitted out like me, because what they did, they would do anyway.. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| bcb3770 | And I identify too closely with my reading, with my writing. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| c808280 | I get into a rut, unable to yank my mind out of it. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 83952e6 | I am disabused of all faith, and see too clearly. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 15701a1 | And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 37933ca | I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| a62a2a6 | People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick and couldn't sleep. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| b2ed284 | Oh all the world is a little queer, except thee and me, and sometimes, I wonder about thee. | Keri Hulme | ||
| fba7e52 | The difficulty with humorists is that they will mix what they believe with what they don't--whichever seems likelier to win an effect. | humor truth comedian humorist insincerity belief | John Updike | |
| be93517 | The thing about her is, she's good-natured. He knew it the second he saw her standing by the parking meters. He could just tell from the soft way her belly looked. With women, you keep bumping against them, because they want different things, they're a different race. Either they give, like a plant, or scrape, like a stone. In all the green world nothing feels as good as a woman's good nature. | relationships women | John Updike | |
| 287ecec | It was one of those midsummer Sundays when everyone sits around saying, "I drank too much last night." | sunday | John Cheever | |
| 5c134f1 | Homesickness is absolutely nothing," she said angrily. "It is absolutely nothing. Fifty per cent of the people in the world are homesick all the time. But I don't suppose you're old enough to understand. When you're in one place and long to be in another, it isn't as simple as taking a boat. You don't really long for another country. You long for something in yourself that you don't have, or haven't been able to find." | John Cheever | ||
| f4e6454 | l`lWhm `tdw . m 'sw' hdh ! ln lnsn whw myWt ysh`r bn lHy@ lty trkh khlfh tsyr km trkh , wkm knt fy lmDy. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 064e8e5 | We don't need more museums that try to construct the historical narratives of a society, community, team, nation, state, tribe, company, or species. We all know that the ordinary, everyday stories of individuals are riches, more humane, and much more joyful. | individuality life museums art | Orhan Pamuk | |
| 8fdf3b6 | The power of things inheres in the memories they gather up inside them, and also in the vicissitudes of our imagination, and our memory -- of this there is no doubt. | memories things memory | Orhan Pamuk | |
| 55abd47 | Above his head at street level, he saw an angled aileron of a scarlet Porsche, its jaunty fin more or less at the upper edge of his window frame. A pair of very soft, clean glistening black shoes appeared, followed by impeccably creased matt charcoal pinstriped light woollen legs, followed by the beautifully cut lower hem of a jacket, its black vent revealing a scarlet silk lining, its open front revealing a flat muscular stomach under a fi.. | romance | A.S. Byatt | |
| 79a81bb | She sat beside him on the bench, and her presence troubled him. He was the atmosphere, or light, or scent she spread, as a boat is inside the drag of a whirlpool, as a bee is caught in the lasso of perfume from the throat of a flower. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| f228a55 | You did not so much mind being -conventionally- betrayed, if you were not kept in the dark, which was humiliating, or defined only as a wife and dependent person, which was annihilating. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| 709c7e1 | Don't you find it rather heavy, to have everything really in front of you - all the people who are going to matter, whom you haven't met yet, all the choices you are going to have to make, everything you might achieve, and all the possible failures - unreal now? The future flaps round my head like a cloud of midges. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| 260c63f | Strange: how when a light is extinguished, it's immediately as if it has never been. Darkness fills in again, complete. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 8fa7b47 | Language is the instrument in all cases and can language be trusted? If it were not for language, could we lie? | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 62cf163 | So this is where the years of maturity deliver us - to this needy, selfish, unwieldy wish to be somebody else's first and primal other. | Carol Shields | ||
| 1f22df7 | You must not let yourself become too respectable. Keep yourself a little wild. What is life for, if not for the living of it? | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| e2c9809 | Nothing screws up a seance like the appearance of a real ghost. ~Jaime Vegas | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| d276a60 | My nephew is a manipulative, scheming, unscrupulous son of a bitch. And those are his good qualities. | humor great-aunt nephew good-and-bad-qualities rose | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 38ab0f5 | I want to be inside you so badly, Grace," he whispered. "I want to feel your legs wrapped around me, feel your breasts against my chest, hear you moaning as I make slow, sweet love to you. I want your smell on my body, your breath on my skin." -- | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 73e4d8b | Rationality was returning to deal with the mess that emotions had created. | Graeme Simsion | ||
| 672b4ad | Why do people value others' time so little? Now we would have the inevitable small talk. I could have spent fifteen minutes at home practicing aikido. | Graeme Simsion | ||
| 0277799 | Saul Bellow: Death is the dark backing that a mirror needs if we are able to see anything. | Christopher Hitchens |