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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7fff164 | sometimes you like the idea of someone so much, you just want to do whatever it takes to make it work. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 1c3a57a | I never knew you could have someone in your life who was pretty much on the same page about essentially everything. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 3e58650 | It was one of those moments--which sometimes occur only at the interval of years--when a man's moral aspect is faithfully revealed to his mind's eye. Not improbably, he had never before viewed himself as he did now. | self-awareness self | Nathaniel Hawthorne | |
| 57b114c | A forced smile is uglier than a frown. | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 31eb280 | If she be all tenderness, she will die. If she survive, the tenderness will either be crushed out of her, or--and the outward semblance is the same--crushed so deeply into her heart that it can never show itself more. The latter is perhaps the truest theory. | love | Nathaniel Hawthorne | |
| 4e0fad4 | such loss of faith is ever one of the saddest results of sin. | sin | Nathaniel Hawthorne | |
| cb125d6 | Chillingworth was a striking evidence of man's faculty of transforming himself into a devil, if he will only, for a reasonable space of time, undertake a devil's office. | human sin | Nathaniel Hawthorne | |
| 7e8b0cc | What a strange, sad man is he!" said the child, as if speaking partly to herself. "In the dark night-time, he calls us to him, and holds thy hand and mine, as when we stood with him on the scaffold yonder! And in the deep forest, where only the old trees can hear, and the strip of sky see it, he talks with thee, sitting on a heap of moss! And he kisses my forehead, too, that the little brook would hardly wash it off! But here in the sunny d.. | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| d222506 | The whole forest was peopled with frightful sounds--the creaking of the trees, the howling of wild beasts, and the yell of Indians; while sometimes the wind tolled like a distant church bell, and sometimes gave a broad roar around the traveler, as if all Nature were laughing him to scorn. But he was himself the chief horror of the scene, and shrank not from its other horrors. | nature forest horror | Nathaniel Hawthorne | |
| 794c5fe | And however one might sentimentalise it, this sex business was one of the most ancient, sordid connections and subjections. Poets who glorified it were mostly men. Women had always known there was something better, something higher. And now they knew it more definitely than ever. The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love. The only unfortunate thing was that men lagged so far behind women in the.. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| f3eb589 | She was not herself--she was not anything. She was something that is going to be--soon--soon--very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 217c942 | A dozen or more boats on the lake swung their rosy and moon-like lanterns low on the water, that reflected as from a fire. In the distance, the steamer twanged and thrummed and washed with her faintly-splashing paddles, trailing her strings of coloured lights, and occasionally lighting up the whole scene luridly with an effusion of fireworks, Roman candles and sheafs of stars and other simple effects, illuminating the surface of the water, .. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 3bd1b47 | If there is no love, what is there?" she cried, almost jeering. "There is," he said, in a voice of pure abstraction, "a final me which is stark and impersonal and beyond responsibility. So there is a final you. And it is there I would want to meet you-not in the emotional loving plane-but there beyond, where there is no speech and no terms of agreement. There we are two stark, unknown beings, two utterly strange creatures, I would want to a.. | primal | D.H. Lawrence | |
| b1fcf7d | They looked at each other and laughed, then looked away, filled with darkness and secrecy. Then they kissed and remembered the magnificence of the night. It was so magnificent, such an inheritance of a universe of dark reality, that they were afraid to seem to remember. They hid away the remembrance and the knowledge. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 9e6c249 | I believe that in the deepest places in their hearts, people are violent and take pleasure in hurting each other. | Ruth Ozeki | ||
| ab7c720 | Where should I start? I texted my old Jiko this question, and she wrote back this: Xian Zai Di deShi marubeki. You should start where you are. | Ruth Ozeki | ||
| 8fa7b1d | Hi! My name is Nao, and I am a time being. Do you know what a time being is? Well, if you give me a moment, I will tell you. A time being is someone who lives in time, and that means you, and me, and every one of us who is, or was, or ever will be. As for me, right now I am sitting in a French maid cafe in Akiba Electricity Town, listening to a sad Chanson that is playing sometime in your past, which is also my present, writing this and.. | Ruth Ozeki | ||
| dd11d2a | Who but an English professor would threaten to kill a duck a day and hold up a goose as an example? | Richard Russo | ||
| ef6d426 | It was a scary thought. A man could be surrounded by poetry reading and not know it. | poetry | Richard Russo | |
| 322dd3f | The sad, fucking truth was that no matter who you are, you never, ever, get your fill. | Richard Russo | ||
| 5f13fef | For, how else to seize such an instant? How to shout out into the empty air just the right words, and on cue? Frame a moment to last a lifetime? | Richard Ford | ||
| 0e64fc4 | We are past the end of things now, but I don't want to leave. | past finality if-only leaving | Richard Ford | |
| e7da24c | Loneliness, I've read, is like being in a long line, waiting to reach the front where it's promised something good will happen. Only the line never moves, and other people are always coming in ahead of you, and the front, the place where you want to be, is always farther and farther away until you no longer believe it has anything to offer you. | Richard Ford | ||
| 331d32d | I'm intrigued by how ordinary behavior exists so close beside its opposite. | literary crime | Richard Ford | |
| f6885d1 | Death cannot be experienced either by the dead or the living. | living | William T. Vollmann | |
| 3a2e9b6 | The weight of the old world is stifling, and trying to shovel its weight off your life is tiring just to think about. The constant shuttling of opinions is tiring, and the shuffling of papers across desks, the chopping of logic and the trimming of attitudes. There must, somewhere, be a simpler, more violent world. | Hilary Mantel | ||
| aa9dc6c | I think now that this is the great division between people. There are people who find life hard and those who find it easy. There are those who have a natural, in-built, expectation of happiness, and there are those who feel that happiness is not to be expected: that it is not, in fact, one of the rights of man. Nor, God knows, one of the rights of women. | happiness | Hilary Mantel | |
| 1c92a15 | In the meantime the strike is over, with a remarkably low loss of life. All is quiet, they report, all is quiet. In the deserted harbour there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and silent forest there is a leaf that falls. Behind the polished panelling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools. | silence strike | Alan Paton | |
| a1ffded | What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another? What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart? | Alan Paton | ||
| 4fb2e85 | There is a man sleeping in the grass. And over him is gathering the greatest storm of all his days. Such lightening and thunder will come there has never been seen before, bringing death and destruction. People hurry home past him, to places safe from danger. And whether they do not see him there in the grass, or whether they fear to halt even a moment, but they do not wake him, they let him be. | Alan paton | ||
| decad7f | There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices. But what do they help if one seeks for counsel, for one cries this, and one cries that, and another cries something that is neither this nor that. | Alan Paton | ||
| bf4f28c | In the deserted harbour there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and silent forest, there is a leaf that falls. Behind the polished panelling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools | Alan Paton | ||
| d3bc984 | Where hunters and woodcutters once slept in their boots by the dying light of their thousand fires and went on, old teutonic forebears with eyes incandesced by the visionary light of a massive rapacity, wave on wave of the violent and the insane, their brains stoked with spoorless analogues of all that was, lean aryans with their abrogate Semitic chapbook reenacting the dramas and parable therein... | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9dba276 | I think sometimes people would rather have a bad answer about things than no answer at all. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 14ea2f3 | A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Will or nill. Any man who could discover his own fate and elect therefore some opposite course could only come at last to that selfsame reckoning at the same appointed time, for each man's destiny is as large as the world he inhabits and contains within it all opposites as well. This desert upon which so many have been broken is vast and calls for largeness of heart but it is also ul.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 36f9b87 | There were times when he sat watching the boy sleep that he would begin to sob uncontrollably but it wasn't about death. He wasn't sure what it was about but he thought it was about beauty or goodness. Things that he'd no longer any way to think about at all. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| ccb6d8d | I know all the people I want to know. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5e3f0a0 | The hardest lesson in the world: Maybe it's just that when things are gone they're gone. They aint comin back. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b60ec32 | For things at a common destination there is a common path. Not always easy to see. But there. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a25cbbd | And perhaps beyond those shrouded swells another man did walk with another child on the dead gray sands. Slept but a sea apart on another beach among the bitter ashes of the world or stood in their rags lost to the same indifferent sun. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4e94440 | when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| aed130d | You say you can't? Then don't do it. That's all. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a1d9f5a | All night sheetlightning quaked sourceless to the west beyond the midnight thunderheads, making a bluish day of the distant desert, the mountains on the sudden skyline stark and black and livid like a land of some other order out there whose true geology was not stone but fear. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 8017db6 | She said that her grandmother was skeptical of many things in this world and of none more than men. She said that in every trade save war men of talent and vigor prosper. In war they die. Her grandmother spoke to her often of men and she spoke with great earnestness and she said that rash men were a great temptation to women and this was simply a misfortune like others and there was little that could be done to remedy it. She said that to b.. | why-girls-like-bad-boys women-s-desire-for-protection | Cormac McCarthy |