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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 939e6a0 | Friendship is higher than love. Sometimes, it's less glamorous, or less passionate, but it's deeper and kind of wiser, I think. | Michka Assayas | ||
| 227210b | If I want to say no, I will, but for the right reasons. If I want to say yes, I will, but for the right reasons. Leave the consequences. Leave the finale. Leave the grand statements. The simplicity of feeling should not be taxed. I can't work out what this will cost or what either of us owe. The admission charge is never on the door, but you are open and I want to enter. Let me in. You do. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 1760484 | the past is so hard to shift. It comes with us like a chaperon, standing between us and the newness of the present - the new chance. | present past | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 63438ab | Singing is my pleasure, but not in church, for the parson said the gargoyles must remain on the outside, not seek room in the choir stalls. So I sing inside the mountain of my flesh, and my voice is as slender as a reed and my voice has no lard in it. When I sing the dogs sit quiet and people who pass in the night stop their jabbering and discontent and think of other times, when they were happy. And I sing of other times, when I was happy,.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| e23b73e | It's the cliches that cause the trouble. A precise emotion seeks a precise expression. If what I feel is not precise than how should I call it love? | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| cc04dfd | Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect. | philosophy | Jeanette Winterson | |
| d6c7fba | We're a lukewarm people for all our feast days and hard work. Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision. Our children frighten us in their intimacy, but we make sure they grow up like us. Lukewarm like us. On a night like this, hands and faces hot, we can believe that tomorrow will show us angels in jars and that the well-known woods will suddenly reveal another p.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 498f0a4 | The human heart is my territory. I write about love because it's the most important thing in the world. I write about sex because often it feels like the most important thing in the world. | sex love writting | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 8a245d9 | I went outside, tripping over slabs of sunshine the size of towns. The sun was like a crowd of people, it was a party, it was music. The sun was blaring through the walls of houses and beating down the steps. The sun was drumming time into the stone. The sun was rhythming the day. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| e6c4dc3 | when the dying sun bled the blue sky orange. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 5380684 | In this life, you have to be your own hero. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 76f750d | Like a flower she grows towards the light, without thinking or examining the process which moves her to do so. I wish I could do the same. | flower | Joanne Harris | |
| 80e14b1 | Our lives are like these things I make. Turn 'em, build 'em, bake 'em in fire. That's what you've been, son. Baked and fired. But a pot don't have the right to choose whether he be for water, wine, or just left empty. You have, son. You have. | life philosophy wisdom | Joanne Harris | |
| e07d635 | All words have power, of course, but names are the most potent of all, which is why the gods had so many. | Joanne M. Harris | ||
| b1e8570 | Occasionally a moderately intelligent thought misses a turn and accidentally enters my mind | Barry Hughart | ||
| ab540c0 | the problem with poetic justice is that it never knows when to stop. | Barry Hughart | ||
| a8d8690 | Mama sabia ser alegre. Mama sabia ser temerosa. Mama sabia olvidar facilmente. Y, sin embargo tenia buena memoria. Mama me daba con la puerta en la narices, y sin embargo, me admitia en su bano. A veces mama se me perdia, pero su instinto me encontraba. Cuando yo rompia vidrios, mama ponia la masilla. A veces se instalaba en el error, aunque a su alrededor hubiera sillas suficientes. Aun cuando se encerraba en si misma, para mi siempre esta.. | mama recuerdo muerte | Günter Grass | |
| a5d3432 | Thus my task was destruction. | Günter Grass | ||
| 1b630df | Camp out in the living room. Spread your blankets and pillows on the floor. Get your Pepsi and popcorn. Pretend the TV is broken and talk like you used to when you were dating. Talk till the sun comes up or something else happens. If the floor gets too hard, go back upstairs and go to bed. You won't forget this evening! | Gary Chapman | ||
| c8ec7d7 | It takes time and the conscious choice to listen. | Gary Chapman | ||
| c3be067 | Material things are no replacement for human, emotional love. | Gary Chapman | ||
| dd2451e | We fail to reckon with the reality of human nature. By nature,we are egocentric. Our world revolves around us. None of us is totally altruistic. | Gary Chapman | ||
| 2a89b91 | Barbarian --A Code of Conduct honored by all true barbarian warriors, requiring excellent coordination with weapons, closeness to nature, awkwardness with women, common sense, and completion of the mission. | Piers Anthony | ||
| ea03e1f | You don't have to settle for what you are at this moment. You can work to a difference. --Chex | Piers Anthony | ||
| 067fb46 | You didn't vote? How could you not vote?! You abdicated your responsibility as a citizen at the worst possible time! And now you want me to make you feel better?" Of course, I didn't say any of that." | Hillary Rodham Clinton | ||
| 68c968c | The Puritan witch hunts may be long over, but something fanatical about unruly women still lurks in our national subconscious. | Hillary Rodham Clinton | ||
| fe74a02 | You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. . . . You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. | Hillary Rodham Clinton | ||
| 22ec0db | It's up to us to make the choice to be grateful even when things aren't going well. Nouwen calls that the "discipline of gratitude." To me, it means not just being grateful for the good things, because that's easy, but also to be grateful for the hard things too. To be grateful even for our flaws, because in the end, they make us stronger by giving us a chance to reach beyond our grasp." | Hillary Rodham Clinton | ||
| 87fc769 | I am near fourteen and have never yet seen a hanging. My life is barren. | death life the-more-things-change hanging teenagers lol | Karen Cushman | |
| 239960f | The Spoonsize Boys steal the dollhouse toys while the cat by the fire is curled. Then away they floats in their eggshell boats, down the drains to their underground world. | Tim Powers | ||
| 51dd1b4 | How crazy it was that people who were so incredibly alive could get so incredibly dead | Tim O'Brien | ||
| c1d8cef | There should be a law, I though. If you support a war, if you think it's worth the price, that's fine, but you he to put your own precious fluids on the line. You have to head for the front and hook up with an infantry unit and help spill the blood. And you have to bring along your wife, or your kids, or your lover. A law, I thought. | Tim O'Brien | ||
| 149c19f | They carried all the emotional baggage of men who might die. Grief, terror, love, longing-these were intangibles, but the intangibles had their own mass and specific gravity, they had tangible weight. They carried shameful memories. They carried the common secret of cowardice barely restrained, the instinct to run or freeze or hide, and in many respects this was the heaviest burden of all, for it could never be put down, it required perfect.. | Tim O'Brien | ||
| 9a9a849 | I guess we're really brothers, aren't we? Don't know what that means, except it means that some of the same things we remember. | Tim O'Brien | ||
| cc05ffa | Now you be careful in the real world" said Armpit " Not everyone is as nice as us." | funny children-books holes | Louis Sachar | |
| f389ced | If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs, The bark on the tree was just a little bit softer. While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, He cries to the moo-oo-oon, If only, if only. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 91b33a3 | What scared Stanley the most about dying wasn't his actual death. He figured he could handle the pain. It wouldn't be much worse than what he felt now. In fact, maybe at the moment of his death he would be too weak to feel pain. Death would be a relief. What worried him the most was the thought of his parents not knowing what happened to him, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. He hated to imagine what it would be like for his mother .. | family | Louis Sachar | |
| 35aa2be | Nothing in life is easy. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 0621019 | The bark on the tree was just a little softer. | character friendship punishment | Louis Sachar | |
| e5e7b8e | Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale-white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 13f965f | It had all happened in that instant she had seen Carol standing in the middle of the floor, watching her. Then the realization that so much had happened after that meeting made her feel incredibly lucky suddenly. It was so easy for a man and woman to find each other, to find someone who would do, but for her to have found Carol- | romantic love patricia-highsmith the-price-of-salt lesbian lucky lgbt | Patricia Highsmith | |
| 58dd7ba | What a strange girl you are." "Why?" "Flung out of space," Carol said." | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| acd7e55 | I got a theory a person ought to do everything it's possible to do before he dies, and maybe die trying to do something that's really impossible. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 525e38f | A kiss, for instance, is not to be minimized, or its value judged by anyone else. I wonder do these men grade their pleasure in terms of whether their actions produce a child or not, and do they consider them more pleasant if they do. It is a question of pleasure after all, and what's the use of debating the pleasure of an ice cream cone versus a football game -- or a Beethoven quartet versus the Mona Lisa. I'll leave that to the philosophe.. | Patricia Highsmith |