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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 374c8a9 | After all, what are any of us after but the conviction of belonging? | yearning | Wallace Stegner | |
| f92ed21 | there are no secrets unless you keep them to yourself, and this was the greatest secret I had ever had to keep in my life so far. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 981ad00 | I is not understanding human beans at all,' the BFG said. 'You is a human bean and you is saying it is grizzling and horrigust for giants to be eating human beans. Right or left?' 'Right,' Sophie said. 'But human beans is squishing each other all the time,' the BFG said. 'They is shootling guns and going up in aerioplanes to drop their bombs on each other's heads every week. Human beans is always killing other human beans.' He was right. Of.. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 0b7cbab | You must remember that there was virtually no air travel in the early 1930s. Africa was two weeks away from England by boat and it took you about five weeks to get to China. These were distant and magic lands and nobody went to them just for a holiday. You went there to work. Nowadays you can go anywhere in the world in a few hours and nothing is fabulous anymore. | Roald Dahl | ||
| a17bcbc | Good day, Sir. | Roald Dahl | ||
| a2de80c | lalalalalalallalalallalalalal have nothing to say | Roald Dahl | ||
| fdc4107 | Give us strength, oh Lord, to let our children starve. | last-lines last-sentence last-words | Roald Dahl | |
| 2434f3c | You'll never get anywhere if you go about what-iffing like that. | what-ifs | Roald Dahl | |
| c145873 | It was pleasant to take a hot drink up to her room and have it beside her as she sat in her silent room reading in the empty house in the afternoons. The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives. | Roald Dahl | ||
| e5f5d62 | Then suddenly, he was struck by a powerful but simple little truth, and it was this: that English grammar is governed by rules that are almost mathematical in their strictness! | Roald Dahl | ||
| 6232bc1 | It's over. God is no longer with us." And as though he regretted having uttered such words so coldly, so dryly, he added in his broken voice, "I know. No one has the right to say things like that. I know that very well. Man is too insignificant, too limited, to even try to comprehend God's mysterious ways. But what can someone like myself do? I'm neither a sage nor a just man. I am not a saint. I'm a simple creature of flesh and bone. I suf.. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 24a777d | Luz Castro "And then i explain that the world did know and remained silent. and that is why I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must take sides. NEUTRALITY HELPS THE OPPRESSOR, NEVER THE VICTIM. SILENCE ENCOURAGES THE TORMENTOR, NEVER THE TORMENTED. Sometimes we must interfere. When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities.. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| ad2b5fe | Since God is, He is to be found in the questions as well as the answers. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 6cc65f2 | Human rights are being violated on every continent. More people are oppressed than free. How can one not be sensitive to their plight? Human suffering anywhere concerns men and women everywhere. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| c47afac | But the forces of evil have not abdicated. The malevolent ghosts of hatred are resurgent with a fury and a boldness that are as astounding as they are nauseating: ethnic conflicts, religious riots, anti-Semitic incidents here, there, and everywhere. What is wrong with these morally degenerate people that they abuse their freedom, so recently won? | Elie Wiesel | ||
| f161711 | I forget sometimes what laughter can do. | Ken Kesey | ||
| c52e391 | you have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep the world from running you plumb crazy | Ken Kesey | ||
| c8ff427 | I was actually going out of the hospital with two whores on a fishing boat; I had to keep saying it over and over to myself to believe it. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 48b4fb5 | It's fall coming, I kept thinking, fall coming; just like that was the strangest thing ever happened. Fall. Right outside here it was spring a while back, then it was summer, and now it's fall-that's sure a curious idea. | thoughtful | Ken Kesey | |
| d4e76d2 | You might hide in some Freudian jungle most of your miserable life, baying at the moon and shouting curses at God, but at the end, right down there at the damned end when it counts... you would sure as anything clear up just enough to realize the moon you have spent so many years baying at is nothing but the light globe up there on the ceiling, and God is just something placed in your bureau drawer by the Gideon Society. Yes, I sighed again.. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 7c65ea1 | He knows that you have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep yourself in balance, just to keep the world from running you plumb crazy | laughter mental-health mental-illness | Ken Kesey | |
| 6ab5f42 | I'd give something to see that. Mostly, I'd just to look over the country around the gorge again, just to bring some of it clear in my mind again. I been away a long time. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 47ce40e | I discovered at an early age that I was - shall we be kind and say different? It's a better, more general word than the other one... I got sick... It was the feeling that the great, deadly pointing forefinger of society was pointing at me - and the great voice of millions chanting, "Shame. Shame. Shame." It's society's way of dealing with someone different." | reality society | Ken Kesey | |
| 8dc0fa4 | Billy here has been talkin' about slicin' his wrists again, so is there seven of you guys who'd like to join him and make it therapeutic? | humor nest | Ken Kesey | |
| 5a0fd5b | We] were just leaning back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing--half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 6471180 | He's what he is, that's it. Maybe that makes him strong enough, being what he is. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 20ef924 | sometimes reading the same page over and over, until one sleepy afternoon something clicked, like a lock unlocking, and she saw those printed doors swing open on a vast house of words. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 8da8c44 | Ting. Tingle, tingle, tremble toes, She's a good fisherman, catches hens, puts 'em inna pens Wire blier, limber lock, three geese inna flock One flew east, one flew west | Ken Kesey | ||
| 464cc46 | Alarm, when used for anything less than a fire or an air attack, is certain to muddle the mind, unsettle the senses, and, in most cases, more than double the danger. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 6762355 | But a system made secure by the protective plating of humor and pretense always runs the risk of having its protection get out of hand. A relationship based on jokes invites jokes; jokes about anything -- and jokes about anything are now and then to cut too close to the truth. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 3028aac | Under the strain of this continually impending doom and by the sleeplessness to which I now condemned myself, ay, even beyond what I had thought possible to man, I became, in my own person, a creature eaten up and emptied by fever, languidly weak both in body and mind, and solely occupied by one thought: the horror of my other self. | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| 694b884 | It is one of the worst things of sentiment that the voice grows to be more important than the words, and the speaker than that what is spoken. | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| bfe0b05 | One more step, Mr. Hands," said I, "and I'll blow your brains out! Dead men don't bite, you know," I added with a chuckle." | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| 2da23c5 | We began reading books together. He loved Dr. Seuss. I read those books so often I could turn the pages and say the words from memory. I became bored with repetition, and I began to make subtle alterations. The story turned into: And: | John Elder Robison | ||
| 2f67c1d | Now smile a real smile for me so I know you`re not suffering inside. | Kevin Henkes | ||
| 4fdb03d | There are smiles that actually travel along telephone wires, although no engineer at Bell Laboratories could explain how it works. | Tom Robbins | ||
| a1531fb | Every nutritious sexual recipe calls for at least a pinch of love, and the fucks that rate four-star rankings from both gourmets and health-food nuts used cupfuls. Not that sex should be regarded as therapeutic or to be taken for medicinal purposes - only a dullard would hang such a millstone around the nibbled neck of a lay - but to approach sex carelessly, shallowly, with detachment and without warmth is to dine night after night in eroti.. | sex | Tom Robbins | |
| b07ab1a | Anarchy is like custard cooking over a flame; it has to be constantly stirred or it sticks and gets heavy, like government. | cuba government passivity revolution | Tom Robbins | |
| c715192 | Information about time cannot be imparted in a straightforward way. Like furniture, it has to be tipped and tilted to get it through the door. If the past is a solid oak buffet whose legs must be unscrewed and whose drawers must be removed before, in an altered state, it can be upended into the entryway of our minds, then the future is a king-size waterbed that hardly stands a chance, especially if it needs to be brought up in an elevator. .. | past present time | Tom Robbins | |
| 9f7a8af | The oyster was an animal worthy of New Orleans, as mysterious and private and beautiful as the city itself. If one could accept that oysters build their houses out of their lives, one could imagine the same of New Orleans, whose houses were similarly and resolutely shuttered against an outside world that could never be trusted to show proper sensitivity toward the oozing delicacies within. | new-orleans oysters shutters | Tom Robbins | |
| 25cd6f5 | logic limits love, which may be why Descartes never married. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 4e4009d | Soul is not even that Crackerjack prize that God and Satan scuffle over after the worms have all licked our bones. That's why, when we ponder--as sooner or later each of us must--exactly what we ought to be doing about our soul, religion is the wrong, if conventional, place to turn. Religion is little more than a transaction in which troubled people trade their souls for temporary and wholly illusionary psychological comfort--the old give-i.. | soul | Tom Robbins | |
| 4d404b6 | When we spend a lifetime trying to distance ourselves from the parts of our lives that don't fit with who we think we're supposed to be, we stand outside of our story and hustle for our worthiness by constantly performing, perfecting, pleasing, and proving. Our sense of worthiness--that critically important piece that gives us access to love and belonging--lives inside of our story. | Brené Brown | ||
| 51fb304 | This is the shame of the woman whose hand hides her smile because her teeth are so bad, not the grand self-hate that leads some to razors or pills or swan dives off beautiful bridges however tragic that is. This is the shame of seeing yourself, of being ashamed of where you live and what your father's paycheck lets you eat and wear. This is the shame of the fat and the bald, the unbearable blush of acne, the shame of having no lunch money a.. | Brené Brown |