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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d6ce8ce | It is no more natural and no less conventional to shout in anger or to kiss in love than to call a table 'a table'. Feelings and passional conduct are invented like words. Even those which like paternity seem to be part and parcel of the human make-up are in reality institutions. It is impossible to superimpose on man a lower layer of behavior which one chooses to call 'natural' followed by a manufactured cultural or spiritual world. Everyt.. | Maurice Merleau-Ponty | ||
| 3a56d58 | Being established in my life, buttressed by my thinking nature, fastened down in this transcendental field which was opened for me by my first perception, and in which all absence is merely the obverse of a presence, all silence a modality of the being of sound, I enjoy a sort of ubiquity and theoretical eternity, I feel destined to move in a flow of endless life, neither the beginning nor the end of which I can experience in thought, since.. | Maurice Merleau-Ponty | ||
| 3207f95 | No, you don't understand because it isn't happening to you, and no one can understand but me. I don't blame you. You've got your job to do, and your Ph.D. to get, and-oh, yes don't tell me, I know you're in this largely out of love of humanity, but you've got your life to live and we don't happen to belong on the same level. I passed your floor on the way up, nad now I'm passing it on the way down, and I don't think I'll be taking this elev.. | flowers-for-algernon | Daniel Keyes | |
| c587fb4 | A lot could happen in a week. Just look at the last one. | Julia Quinn | ||
| c7b85a5 | Love works in mysterious ways, | live love | Julia Quinn | |
| 6edbef1 | Daniel immediately knelt at her side, pulling her close. "It's all right," he murmured. "Everything is going to be all right." Anne shook her head. "No, it's not." She looked up, her eyes shining with love. "It's going to be so much better." | Julia Quinn | ||
| e356e4a | Her hand tightened around the handle of the serving spoon. "Don't do it," he warned. "Do what?" "Throw the spoon." "I wouldn't dream of it," she said tightly. He laughed aloud. "Oh,yes you would. You're dreaming of it right now. You just wouldn't it." Sophie's hand was gripping the spoon so hard it shook. Benedict was chuckling so hard his bed shook. Sophie stood,still holding the spoon. Benedict smiled. "Are you planning to take that wit.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| d6c1d52 | Music was not so very different from mathematics. It was all just patterns and sequences. The only difference was that they hung in the air instead of on a piece of paper. Dancing was a grand equation. One side was sound, the other movement. The dancer's job was to make them equal. | dancer dancing math mathematics music | Julia Quinn | |
| fba27b3 | He smacked the heel of his hand against his forhead, as if that could knock the mental picture out of his head. Hell, he though irritably, he didn't want to knock the image just out of his head. He wanted to send it clear across the room and out the window. | julia-quinn romance | Julia Quinn | |
| 60d6cbb | I had the pleasure of dining with your brother." "Gregory? Really? You'd classify it as a pleasure?" But he was grinning as he said it, and Honoria could instantly picture what life must be like in the Bridgerton household: a great deal of teasing and a great deal of love. "He was most gracious to me," she said with a smile. "Shall I tell you a secret?" Mr. Bridgerton murmured, and Honoria decided that in his case, it was right and proper t.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 282d12c | But he wanted to smile. He would have done, if he'd been able. Surely that had to be the most important thing. The jabbing at his leg stopped for a bit, then started up again. Then there was a lovely, short pause, and then- Damn, that hurt. But not enough to cry out. Although he might have moaned. He wasn't sure. They'd poured hot water on him. Lots of it. He wondered if they were trying to poach his leg. Boiled meat. How terribly British o.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 8ab79f6 | He'd thought he would stop looking for her. He was a practical man, and he'd assumed that eventually he would simply give up. And in some ways, he had. After a few months he found himself back in the habit of turning down more invitations than he accepted. A few months after that, he realized that he was once again able to meet women and not automatically compare them to her. But he couldn't stop himself from watching for her. He might not .. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 1df4c8b | I love you," he said, and it felt as if the whole world settled into place when he finally told her. "I love you, and I cannot bear the thought of a moment without you. I want you at my side and in my bed. I want you to bear my children, and I want every bloody person in the world to know that you are mine." | daniel-smythe-smith | Julia Quinn | |
| 3e05c96 | Look at me," John gasped. "I cannot remember the last time I allowed myself to be so happy. I smile all day long without knowing why. I climbed a bloody tree, vaulted through your window, and here I am--laughing.It's the middle of the night, and yet here I am with you. Dancing at midnight, holding perfection in my arms." -John Blackwood to Arabella Blydon" | Julia Quinn | ||
| 45faf9d | It's just that I don't think friends tie friends to the bedpost." James choked on his tea. "Caroline, you have no idea." | Julia Quinn | ||
| dbb5b7f | He was proud and stubborn, and all the looked up to him. Men curried his favor, women flirted like mad. And all the while he'd been terrified every time he'd opened his mouth. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 0b82752 | Elizabeth, you resemble nothing so much as a hen trying to hatch a book. | elizabeth hen | Julia Quinn | |
| 1abe871 | For the love of God, woman, there's only one rule in that bloody book worth following.' 'And that is?' Elizabeth asked disdainfully. 'That you marry your damned marquis! | Julia Quinn | ||
| 768cdb1 | She was so beautiful it made her teeth ache. He made a mental note not to attempt poetry. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 1bfba52 | It is a happy thing that time quells the longings of vengeance and hushes the promptings of rage and aversion. I had left this woman in bitterness and hate, and I came back to her now with no other emotion than a sort of ruth for her great sufferings, and strong yearning to forget and forgive all injuries - to be reconciled and clasp hands in amity. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 9be4443 | Signs may be but the sympathies of nature with man. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| e3c7ff8 | Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 6613fed | I laughed at him as he said this. "I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me--for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate." -- | classics independent-women jane-eyre true-love | Charlotte Brontë | |
| db4ccd3 | Where my soul went during that swoon I cannot tell. Whatever she saw, or wherever she travelled in her trance on that strange night she kept her own secret; never whispering a word to Memory, and baffling imagination by an indissoluble silence. She may have gone upward, and come in sight of her eternal home, hoping for leave to rest now, and deeming that her painful union with matter was at last dissolved. While she so deemed, an angel may .. | soul villette | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 2f586c2 | Mr. Rochester continued to be blind the first two years of our union; perhaps it was that circumstance that drew us so very near -- that knit us so very close; for I was then his vision, as I am still his right hand. Literally, I was (what he often called me) the apple of his eye. He saw nature -- he saw books through me; and never did I weary of gazing for his behalf, and of putting into words the effect of the field, tree, town, river, cl.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| d1ce3a2 | Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last. To pluck the mask from the face of the Pharisee, is not to lift an impious hand to the Crown of Thorns. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 4071874 | There is a perverse mood of the mind which is rather soothed than irritated by misconstruction; and in quarters where we can never be rightly known, we take pleasure, I think, in being consummately ignored. What honest man on being casually taken for a housebreaker does not feel rather tickled than vexed at the mistake? | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 22106d5 | I only want an easy mind, sir; not crushed by crowded obligations. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 2d1da7d | My future husband was becoming to me my whole world; and more than the world: almost my hope of heaven. He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun. I could not, in those days, see God for His creature: of whom I had made an idol. | heaven love religion | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 0839ea9 | It is strange,' pursued he, 'that while I love Rosomond Oliver so wildly-with all the intensity, indeed, of a first passion, the object of which is exquisitely beautiful, graceful, and fascinating--I experience at the same time a calm, unwarped consciousness, that she would not make me a good wife; that she is not the partner suited to me; that I should discover this within a year after marriage; and that to twelve months' rapture would suc.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 5f9e1bc | She could never respect a man who let her run over him... | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| a6cadbb | A frost lay over all her emotions and she thought that she would never feel anything warmly again. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 020f053 | Rhett, do you really--is it to protect me that you--" "Yes, my dear, it is my much advertised chivalry that makes me protect you." The mocking light began to dance in his black eyes and all signs of earnestness fled from his face. "And why? Because of my deep love for you, Mrs. Kennedy. Yes, I have silently hungered and thirsted for you and worshipped you from afar; but being an honorable man, like Mr. Ashley Wilkes, I have concealed it fr.. | rhett-and-scarlett these-two-jokers | Margaret Mitchell | |
| fc9f9b5 | I feel sorry for her, but I don't like people I've got to feel sorry for. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 8667375 | After all, tomorrow is another day. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| de38de3 | We could have made it to the Arizona border in a few more hours if we hadn't been distracting each other with stupid little arguments. Don't get me wrong; I liked J.Lo fine. I've made that bed. But I'm not sure there's a person in the world I could be with twenty-four hours a day for three weeks without getting a little snippy. If I ever meet such a person, I'm marrying them. | humor ideal-partner marriage | Adam Rex | |
| e8a5821 | I have to have dinner with my mother at nine and after that I won't be fit for human society. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| 5552d06 | Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium-- Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.-- ''[kisses her]'' Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!-- Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. I will be Paris, and for love of thee, Instead of Troy, shall Wertenberg be sack'd; And I will combat with weak M.. | love | Christopher Marlowe | |
| e174482 | I've learned that doing what you think is right doesn't always make you feel good. For another, I've learned that sometimes you just have to keep on going when you want to do nothing but drop. And that just doing the everyday things, like keeping a shop running or getting up every morning, will keep the work going until things can straighten out again. And doing those things right every day soon becomes more important than the more pressing.. | doing-what-is-right everyday-life perseverance | Ann Rinaldi | |
| fec1d6a | A month later Billie sits at her dining room table, sifting through the pictorial record of Chris's final days. It is all she can do to force herself to examine the fuzzy snapshots. As she studies the pictures, she breaks down from time to time, weeping as only a mother who has outlived a child can weep, betraying a sense of loss so huge and irreparable that the mind balks at taking its measure. Such bereavement, witnessed at close range, m.. | Jon Krakauer | ||
| c9366fe | He was right in saying that the only certain happiness in life is to live for others... | Jon Krakauer | ||
| 407c3b5 | she thought with pity of all the men and women who were not light-hearted when they loved, who were cold, who were reluctant, who were shy, who imagined that passion and tenderness were two things separate from one another, and not the one, gloriously intermingled, so that to be fierce was also to be gentle, so that silence was a speaking without words. | love silence | Daphne du Maurier | |
| 47f7673 | Because I believe there is nothing so self-destroying, and no emotion quite so despicable, as jealousy. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| abe3f3f | I wanted to go on sitting there, not talking, not listening to the others, keeping the moment precious for all time, because we were peaceful all of us, we were content and drowsy even as the bee who droned above our heads. In a little while it would be different, there would come tomorrow, and the next day and another year. And we would be changed perhaps, never sitting qite like this again. Some of us would go away, or suffer, or die, the.. | Daphne du Maurier |