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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4a027c9 | Certainly I would be less frightened of death (not just my own death but Welty's death, Andy's death, Death in general) if I thought a familiar person came to meet us at the door, because -- writing this now, I'm close to tears -- I think how poor Andy told me, with terror on his face, that my mother was the only person he'd known, and liked, who'd ever died. So -- maybe when Andy washed up spitting and coughing into the country on the far .. | Donna Tartt | ||
| efa9e3f | Do you remember what we were speaking of earlier, of how bloody, terrible things are sometimes the most beautiful?" he said. "It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mor.. | murder history god classic-literature classics terror classic | Donna Tartt | |
| b0e5636 | Death is the mother of beauty," said Henry. "And what is beauty?" "Terror." "Well said," said Julian. "Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming." | Donna Tartt | ||
| 3e52900 | God, how impossible life is without money. Nothing can ever overcome it, it's everything when it's anything. How can I write in peace with endless worries of money, money, money? ("Disappearing Act")" | writing | Richard Matheson | |
| 25b6bac | To his complete astonishment, he later found himself offering up a stumbling prayer that the dog would be protected. It was a moment in which he felt a desperate need to believe in a God that shepherded his own creations. But, even praying, he felt a twinge of self-reproach, and knew he might start mocking his own prayer at any second. Somehow, though, he managed to ignore his iconoclastic self and went on praying anyway. Because he wanted .. | Richard Matheson | ||
| c064b5c | Not that it was unjust; not that the scales were forced out of balance. Where there had been good, it showed as clearly. Kindnesses, accomplishments, all those were present, too. | life | Richard Matheson | |
| 0ce6fd3 | could have devoured the rest of the valley overnight. But a tree isn't a woman; it doesn't bear a single seed. It scatters as many of them as it can, and hopes for some of them to grow. | Naomi Novik | ||
| 09fa4e4 | I'm not your dear girl," Kasia said, with a bite in her tone that silenced him." | Naomi Novik | ||
| 78f21c5 | There's a considerable distance between seeking perfection and irretrievable haste, | Naomi Novik | ||
| ee4d22b | Because that's what the story's really about: getting out of paying your debts. That's not how they tell it, but I knew. My father was a moneylender, you see. | Naomi Novik | ||
| 4680e2e | I had a feeling the Summoning wasn't really meant to be cast alone: as if truth didn't mean anything without someone to share it with; you could shout truth into the air forever, and spend your life doing it, if someone didn't come and listen. | Naomi Novik | ||
| 4453120 | The only way you can do anything of value is to have the effort come out of non-doing and to let go of caring whether it will be of use or not. Otherwise, self-involvement and greediness can sneak in and distort your relationship to the work, or the work itself, so that it is off in some way, biased, impure, and ultimately not completely satisfying, even if it is good. | Jon Kabat-Zinn | ||
| 9f462d1 | But, though French, she was also very brave... | Susanna Clarke | ||
| 98349bd | The next day Mrs Honeyfoot told her husband that John Segundus was exactly what a gentleman should be, but she feared he would never profit by it for it was not the fashion to be modest and quiet and kind-hearted. | Susanna Clarke | ||
| 7d61f94 | With his long hair as ragged as rain and as black as thunder, he would have looked quite at home upon a windswept moor, or lurking in some pitch-black alleyway, or perhaps in a novel by Mrs. Radcliffe. | Susanna Clarke | ||
| 34f072d | And the name of the one shall be Fearfulness. And the name of the other shall be Arrogance... Well, clearly you are not Fearfulness, so I suppose you must be Arrogance.' This was not very polite. | Susanna Clarke | ||
| b0dab70 | Perhaps I am too tame, too domestic a magician. But how does one work up a little madness? I meet with mad people every day in the street, but I never thought before to wonder how they got mad. Perhaps I should go wandering on lonely moors and barren shores. That is always a popular place for lunatics - in novels and plays at any rate. Perhaps wild England will make me mad. | madness magic | Susanna Clarke | |
| 9d42bc0 | How we fall into grace. You can't work or earn your way into it. You just fall. It lies below, it lies beyond. It comes to you, unbidden. | Rick Bass | ||
| fa358ad | And in the deepest recesses of his being, Dorrigo Evans understood that all his life had been a journeying to this point when he had for a moment flown into the sun and would now be journeying away from it forever after. | Richard Flanagan | ||
| 444ad2c | It was a fabled railway that was the issue of desperation and fanaticism, made as much of myth and unreality as it was to be of wood and iron and the thousands upon thousands of lives that were to be laid down over the next year to build it. But what reality was ever made by realists? | Richard Flanagan | ||
| 6434852 | In my godless household, poems were the closest we came to sacred speech -- the only prayers said. | Mary Karr | ||
| 3ecfdda | How much smaller the large places are once we're grown up, when we have car keys and credit cards. | Mary Karr | ||
| 6eb465e | Unless you're a doubter and a worrier, a nail-biter, an apologizer, a rethinker, then memoir may not be your playpen. That's the quality I've found most consistently in those life-story writers I've met. | Mary Karr | ||
| 0b76171 | You are the end, and the beginning. ... When I die, my only regret will be that you could never reside in my heart to hear how it sings when you touch me. | Celeste Bradley | ||
| 4b4db23 | They looked at me, and were so full of delight in the pleasure they were giving me that some final thread of resistance gave way and I understood not only how entirely generous they were but also that generosity might be the greatest pleasure there is. | kindness happiness generosity | William Maxwell | |
| ce1c58f | Lady #1, Maki, had never once given any thought to what was really right for her in her life, simply believing that if she surrounded herself with super-exclusive things, she'd become a super-exclusive person. | japanese-literature japanese | Ryū Murakami | |
| ea7581b | Todo seguia igual que cuando dio el primer grito dentro de aquel casillero. Quizas ahora el casillero era mas grande; esta tenia piscina y jardin, habia un grupo de gente paseandose media desnuda y se permitia tener mascotas... Si, tenia todo tipo de tonterias: museos, cines, clinicas psiquiatricas, pero seguia siendo un enorme casillero de monedas, y por muchas capas de camuflaje que te pongas a traspasar, si es que te da por traspasarlas,.. | Ryū Murakami | ||
| 26b6258 | People were infected with the concept that happiness was something outside themselves, and a new and powerful form of loneliness was born. Mix loneliness with stress and enervation, and all sorts of madness can occur. Anxiety increases, and in order to obliterate the anxiety, people turn to extreme sex, violence, and even murder. | loneliness | Ryū Murakami | |
| 4fcfa53 | They don't realize that they've changed; they think it's the world that changed. | Ryū Murakami | ||
| 4e8e3bd | Advertising departments, as you know, are crawling with people whose frontal lobes are so underdeveloped that if you flatter them a bit they'll swear shit is platinum. | Ryū Murakami | ||
| 2f364ff | Sinteen-years -old girls are probably the most sensitive and perceptive group of people in this entire country. | Ryū Murakami | ||
| 5c89e67 | Najgori moguci scenario uvek se oblikuje iza zavese, gde niko ne moze da ga otkrije niti da ga primeti, i onda jednog dana, bum, to postaje tvoja stvarnost. A kada jednom postane stvarnost, prekasno je da se bilo sta uradi. | Ryū Murakami | ||
| d4e431e | One feels such love for the little ones, such anticipation that all that is lovely in life will be known by them, such fondness for that set of attributes manifested uniquely in each: mannerisms of bravado, of vulnerability, habits of speech and mispronouncement and so forth; the smell of the hair and head, the feel of the tiny hand in yours--and then the little one is gone! Taken! One is thunderstruck that such a brutal violation has occur.. | grief death | George Saunders | |
| 670cfd4 | At times, they're so Right and I'm so Left, we agree. | George Saunders | ||
| 0fad612 | And that, against this: the king-types who would snatch the apple from your hand and claim to have grown it, even though what they had, had come to them intact, or been gained unfairly (the nature of that unfairness perhaps being just that they had been born stronger, more clever, more energetic than others), and who, having seized the apple, would eat it so proudly, they seemed to think that not only had they grown it, but had invented the.. | George Saunders | ||
| a44d3e9 | The more you try to be like someone else, the more you find yourself standing in the way. | gregory david roberts | ||
| ee314da | But I couldn't respond. My culture had taught me all the wrong things well. So I lay completely still, and gave no reaction at all. But the soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has no colour or accent or way of life. The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moment of truth and sorrow, the soul can't be stilled. I clenched my teeth against the stars. I closed my eyes. I surrendered to sleep. One of t.. | Gregory David Roberts | ||
| 8de724f | Every virtuous act has some Dark secret in its heart; every risk we take contains a mystery that can't be solved. | shantaram mysterious | Gregory David Roberts | |
| c11c3fb | I hesitated. Karla once said that men reveal what they think when they look away, and what they feel when they hesitate. With women, she said, it's the other way around. | Gregory David Roberts | ||
| 8bc2ad6 | Jack stopped at the entrance, cupping my face. "Stick to me like a shadow, you." How many times had he told me that? "I regenerate. I need to go first!" Dafuq. "You're goan to stay behind me and step where I step. Same for you, coo-yon. This ain't up for discussion!" | Kresley Cole | ||
| d31a082 | Lanthe whirled around and punched her sister in the tit. Regrettably, Sabine was wearing a metal breastplate. | Kresley Cole | ||
| e5c6ea0 | You're not leaving me behind. Or I'll do a spell to make you smell like ass. Forever. | witches | Kresley Cole | |
| a618b72 | Let's just put it this way: I don't think I'll be able to twerk my way out of this.-- --Don't know what twerk means, Melanthe.-- | Kresley Cole | ||
| 8b89590 | The Archer keeps an arrow in her quiver for you; interrupt my shot again, and I will give it to you directly. | Kresley Cole |