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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3ea7602 | You may have it," he said. His voice was very low, but he met my eyes straight on. "All of it. Anything that was ever done to me. If ye wish it, if it helps ye, I will live it through again." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6bc0719 | Dorothea is a Grey," he pointed out. "Any member of her family would pause on the gallows to exchange witty banter with the hangman before graciously putting the noose about his neck with his own hands." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a3ddd97 | Money might not buy happiness, I reflected, but it was a useful commodity, nonetheless. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9d1c4e7 | His own eyes were soft and dreamy, cloudy as a trout pool in the rain. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| cfd3736 | Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed." "That's the first law of thermodynamics," I said, wiping my nose. "No," he said. "That's faith." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 87e6f5f | Lord, he'd said. Let me be enough. That prayer had lodged in my heart like an arrow when I'd heard it and thought he asked for help in doing what had to be done. But that wasn't what he'd meant at all--and the realization of what he had meant split my heart in two. I took his face between my hands, and wished so much that I had his own gift, the ability to say what lay in my heart, in such a way that he would know. But I hadn't. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e648635 | Murtagh was right about women. Sassenach, I risked my life for ye, committing theft, arson, assault, and murder into the bargain. In return for which ye call me names, insult my manhood, kick me in the ballocks and claw my face. Then I beat you half to death and tell ye all the most humiliating things have ever happened to me, and you say ye love me." He laid his head on his knees and laughed some more. Finally he rose and held out a hand t.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 86e35bb | Oh, aye, Sassenach," he answered a bit ruefully. "I am your master ... and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d50c36f | I had always heretofore assumed that the tendency of eighteenth-century ladies to swoon was due to tight stays; now I rather thought it might be due to the idiocy of eighteenth-century men. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9237162 | when had the right to live as one wished ever been considered trivial? | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0ce4f5b | To fight on the winning side was one thing; to survive, quite another. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c81a4e8 | It starts out the same, but then, after a moment," he said, speaking softly, "suddenly it's as though I've a living flame in my arms." His touch grew firmer, outlining my lips and caressing the line of my jaw. "And I want only to throw myself into it and be consumed." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a969bcd | For the Lord aimed for him to do and not to spend too much time thinking, because his brain it's like a piece of machinery: it won't stand a whole lot of racking. It's best when it all runs along the same, doing the day's work and not no one part used no more than needful. | William Faulkner | ||
| bb56731 | When I was a boy I first learned how much better water tastes when it has set a while in a cedar bucket. Warmish-cool, with a faint taste like the hot July wind in cedar trees smells. It has to set at least six hours, and be drunk from a gourd. Water should never be drunk from metal. And at night it is better still. I used to lie on the pallet in the hall, waiting until I could hear them all asleep, so I could get up and go back to the buck.. | William Faulkner | ||
| f41adb5 | And we'd sit in the dry leaves that whispered a little with the slow respiration of our waiting and with the slow breathing of the earth and the windless october, the rank smell of the lantern fouling the brittle air, listening to the dog and the echo of louis' voice dying away | William Faulkner | ||
| fce4f47 | On the instant when we come to realize that tragedy is second-hand. | William Faulkner | ||
| b854f0b | I lied," I said. ... "I know it," he said. "Then do something about it. Do anything, just so it's something." "I cant," he said. "There aint anything to do? Not anything?" "I didn't say that," Grandfather said. "I said I couldn't. You can." "What?" I said. "How can I forget it? Tell me how to." "You cant," he said. "Nothing is ever forgotten. Nothing is ever lost. It's too valuable." "Then what can I do?" "Live with it," Grandfather said. ".. | lying forgiving-the-past | William Faulkner | |
| a49a514 | Women are never virgins. Purity is a negative state and therefore contrary to nature. | William Faulkner | ||
| 96a37a8 | A man will talk about how he'd like to escape from living folks. but it's the dead folks that do him the damage. It's the dead ones that lay quiet in one place and don't try to hold him, that he cant escape from | William Faulkner | ||
| 9e9267a | Affaires meant 'business.' How like the French to kill two birds with one stone. | Katherine Neville | ||
| e6c3739 | El heroismo ajeno siempre conmueve una barbaridad. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| adf3dbc | Se vive asi, cobijado en un mundo delicado, y uno cree que vive. Entonces lee un libro (Lady Chatterley, por ejemplo), o va de viaje, o habla con Richard, y descubre que no vive, que esta simplemente hibernando. Los sintomas de la hibernacion se pueden detectar facilmente. El primero es la inquietud. El segundo sintoma (que llega cuando el estado de hibernacion empieza a ser peligroso y podria degenerar en muerte) es la ausencia de placer. .. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| 6b3e0cf | Djuna had wanted a life of desire and freedom, not luxury but beauty, not security but fulfillment, not perfection but a perfect moment like this one... | perfection life | Anaïs Nin | |
| d2d01b5 | People, he had said, were always being looked at as points, and they ought to be looked at as lines. There weren't any points, it was false to assume that a person ever was anything. He was always becoming something, always changing, always continuous and moving, like the wiggly line on a machine used to measure earthquake shocks. He was always what he was in the beginning, but never quite exactly what he was; he moved along a line dictated.. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| 9d2923b | Me is the only one what won't be gobbled up because giants is never eating giants | Roald Dahl | ||
| 66fc002 | What on earth were you trying to do, make yourself look handsome or something? You look like someone's grandmother gone wrong! | Roald Dahl | ||
| fbe48a8 | Well, first of all," said the BFG, "human beans is not really believing in giants, is they? Human beans is not thinking we exist." | human-beans | Roald Dahl | |
| 24eb37f | He turned and reached behind him for the chocolate bar, then he turned back again and handed it to Charlie. Charlie grabbed it and quickly tore off the wrapper and took an enormous bite. Then he took another...and another...and oh, the joy of being able to cram large pieces of something sweet and solid into one's mouth! The sheer blissful joy of being able to fill one's mouth with rich solid food! 'You look like you wanted that one, sonny,'.. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 249656d | She travelled all over the world while sitting in her little room in an English village. | Roald Dahl | ||
| f631edb | I am hearing all the secret whisperings of the world! | Roald Dahl | ||
| f07c360 | Yesterday," he said, "we was not believing in giants, was we? Today we is not believing in snozzcumbers. Just because we happen not to have actually seen something with our own two little winkles, we think it is not existing." | Roald Dahl | ||
| 9e58e75 | I swore never to be silent whenever 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 lies are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant. Whenever men and women are prosecuted because of their race, religion, or political vi.. | oppression | Elie Wiesel | |
| df6a474 | I learned that man lives differently, depending on whether he is in a horizontal or vertical position. The shadows on the walls, on the faces, are not the same. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 9991fce | Fasting from any nourishment, activity, involvement or pursuit--for any season--sets the stage for God to appear. Fasting is not a tool to pry wisdom out of God's hands or to force needed insight about a decision. Fasting is not a tool for gaining discipline or developing piety (whatever that might be). Instead, fasting is the bulimic act of ridding ourselves of our fullness to attune our senses to the mysteries that swirl in and around us... | senses mysteries | Dan B. Allender | |
| 23a030b | I realized I still had my eyes shut. I had shut them when I put my face to the screen, like I was scared to look outside. Now I had to open them. I looked out the window and saw for the first time how the hospital was out in the country. The moon was low in the sky over the pastureland; the face of it was scarred and scuffed where it had just torn up out of the snarl of scrub oak and madrone trees on the horizon. The stars up close to the m.. | moon night | Ken Kesey | |
| 36cb613 | I can see the...seams where they're put together. And, almost, see the apparatus inside them take the words I just said and try to fit the words in here and there, this place and that, and when they find the words don't have any place ready-made where they'll fit, the machinery disposes of the words like they weren't even spoken. | Ken Kesey | ||
| a95b92a | I want to touch him because I'm one of these queers! | Ken Kesey | ||
| 1b4bdf3 | Does one ever play Coltrane for the uninitiated without subconsciously hoping for the worst? | Ken Kesey | ||
| 9241f11 | I could now (possibly) go back and restretch those shrunken hours, flake the images separate, arrange them in accurate chronological order, (possibly; with will-power, patience, and the proper chemicals) but being accurate is not necessarily being honest.... Nor is chronological reporting by any means always the most truthful (each camera has its own veracity) especially when, in all good faith, one cannot truthfully claim to remember what .. | Ken Kesey | ||
| eefac8c | One of the reasons for his drinking, Henry said, was John's mama used to make the whole family get down on their knees and pray like fury everytime John's daddy--Henry's first cousin, I believe--would come home boozed, and John never quite got it straight that they weren't thanking the good Lord for his blessing same as they did at the supper table. So according to Henry booze come to be sort of holy to him and with faith like that John gre.. | Ken Kesey | ||
| a0fa73e | To know a thing you have to trust what you know, and all that you know, and as far as you know in whatever direction your knowing drags you. I once had a pet pine squirrel named Omar who lived in the cotton secret and springy dark of our old green davenport; Omar knew that davenport; he knew from the Inside what I only sat on from the Out, and trusted his knowledge to keep from being squashed by my ignorance. He survived until a red plaid b.. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 77137f2 | They are in contact on a high-voltage wavelength of hate... | Ken Kesey | ||
| 6813106 | God looks out for fools and niggers. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 56001ed | What the Chronics are--or most of us--are machines with flaws inside that can't be repaired, flaws born in, or flaws beat in over so many years of the guy running head-on into solid things that by the time the hospital found him he was bleeding rust in some vacant lot. | Ken Kesey |