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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 69cd183 | Why then you're as mad as me. No, madder. For I distrust 'reality' and its moron mother, the universe, while you fasten your innocence to fallible devices which pretend at happy endings. | science-vs-religion | Ray Bradbury | |
| 6da1912 | Why waste your final hours racing about your cage denying you're a squirrel? | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 2779b34 | Kindness and intelligence are the preoccupations of age. Being cruel and thoughtless is far more fascinating when you're twenty. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| b5532b5 | For, let's face it, digression is the soul of wit. Take philosophic asides away from Dante, Milton or Hamlet's father's ghost and what stays is dry bones. | coda fahrenheit-451 | Ray Bradbury | |
| ab24e0c | Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 16da3cc | Why did things have to be so complicated with human beings?...Yet if we were not what we were, creatures with at least the awareness of purpose and honor, what would we be? Empty knights in armor, seeming so strong on the outside, yet hollow inside? | Piers Anthony | ||
| 226d9c7 | Because where God wants you to be, God holds you safe and gives you peace, even when there is pain. | Henri J.M. Nouwen | ||
| c2126a2 | I now see that the hands that forgive, console, heal, and offer a festive meal must become my own. | Henri J.M. Nouwen | ||
| 3c23a9e | This leaves us with the urgent question: How can we be or become a caring community, a community of people not trying to cover the pain or to avoid it by sophisticated bypasses, but rather share it as the source of healing and new life? It is important to realize that you cannot get a Ph.D. in caring, that caring cannot be delegated by specialists, and that therefore nobody can be excused from caring. Still, in a society like ours, we have .. | church ministry priesthood-of-all-believers specialization | Henri J.M. Nouwen | |
| 8d913aa | In the years since his murder, we have transformed King into a kind of innocuous black Santa Claus. | history martin-luther-king mlk | Timothy B. Tyson | |
| d943549 | The wolves prey upon the lambs in the darkness of the night, but the blood stains remain upon the stones in the valley until the dawn comes, and the sun reveals the crime to all. | Kahlil Gibran | ||
| 735f6f4 | n lHy@ Zlmun lW dh SHbh lHfz, wkl Hfz Dryr lW dh qtrn blm`rf@, wkl m`rf@ hab, lW dh rfqh l`ml, wkl `ml khaw, l dh mtzj blHbaW; fdh mtzj `mluk blHb fqd wSlta nafsak bnfsk, wblns wbllh. | Kahlil Gibran | ||
| 445e407 | I came here to be for all and with all, and what I do today in my solitude will be echoed tomorrow by the multitude. What I say now with one heart will be said tomorrow by thousands of hearts... | inspirational poetry | Kahlil Gibran | |
| c291a9f | You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. | Kahlil Gibran | ||
| 695c6b7 | I am a stranger in this world, and there is a severe solitude and painful lonesomeness in my exile. | isolation | Kahlil Gibran | |
| 5caa20c | As I look back on my own life, I recognize that some of the greatest gifts I received from my parents stemmed not from what they did for me--but rather from what they didn't do for me. One such example: my mother never mended my clothes. I remember going to her when I was in the early grades of elementary school, with holes in both socks of my favorite pair. My mom had just had her sixth child and was deeply involved in our church activitie.. | Clayton M. Christensen | ||
| 3694f01 | The only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. --Steve Jobs | Clayton M. Christensen | ||
| effde52 | Sir Gerald Moore: I was at dinner last evening, and halfway through the pudding, this four-year-old child came alone, dragging a little toy cart. And on the cart was a fresh turd. Her own, I suppose. The parents just shook their heads and smiled. I've made a big investment in you, Peter. Time and money, and it's not working. Now, I could just shake my head and smile. But in my house, when a turd appears, we throw it out. We dispose of it. W.. | disappointment mentor mentors wall-street | Tom Wolfe | |
| 63f3b4e | H]e could see the island of Manhattan off to the left. The towers were jammed together so tightly, he could feel the mass and stupendous weight.Just think of the millions, from all over the globe, who yearned to be on that island, in those towers, in those narrow streets! There it was, the Rome, the Paris, the London of the twentieth century, the city of ambition, the dense magnetic rock, the irresistible destination of all those who insist.. | buildings density dreams island manhattan new-york new-york-city paris power rome skyscrapers towers victor | Tom Wolfe | |
| a74e554 | Only in love is there trust - even the possibility of trust. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 24eb21e | Have you ever looked at, say, a picture or a great building or read a paragraph in a book and felt the world suddenly expand and, in the same instant, contract and harden into a kernel of perfect purity? Do you know what I mean? Everything suddenly fits, everything's in its place. | connection literature reading words | Carol Shields | |
| 3e3592b | When we think of the past we tend to assume that people were simpler in their functions, and shaped by forces that were primary and irreducible. We take for granted that our forbears were imbued with a deeper purity of purpose than we possess nowadays, and a more singular set of mind, believing, for example, that early scientists pursued their ends with unbroken ,,dedication" and that artists worked in the flame of some perpetual ,,inspirat.. | Carol Shields | ||
| 0bbd84b | I have learned to cry again and I think perhaps that means I am a human being again. Perhaps that at least. A piece of human being but yes, a human being. | William Styron | ||
| 2de6d9f | They say when you're about to die, you see your entire life flash before your eyes. They lied. | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 33959f1 | It seems hardly possible to analyse such a complex situation involving deceit and supposition of another person's emotional response, and then prepare your own plausible lie, all while someone is waiting for you to reply to a question. Yet that is exactly what people expect you to be able to do. | Graeme Simsion | ||
| 52c1309 | Rosie and I were on our way to New York, where being weird is acceptable. | Graeme Simsion | ||
| 63e9116 | Watch some kids, watch them play. You'll see they're just little adults, only they don't know all the rules and tricks yet. | Graeme Simsion | ||
| 9cfb0bd | I can just imagine what the humidity has done to my hair. I'm going to meet your family looking like a poodle with a live wire shoved up its butt." - Paige Winterbourne" | humour paige-winterbourne | Kelley Armstrong | |
| b4af12e | Hello, Aaron," Brigid said, sliding up to him and running a finger down his chest. "You're looking good . . . as always." Aaron lifted her finger off his shirt and let it drop. "Put some clothing on, Brigid." She smiled up at him. "Why? Tempted?" "Yeah, to cover my eyes." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 9e54a43 | Love and hate. Same passion. Same impulse | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 9b730de | How long could we do this before you started bitching?" Simon said as we turned down another street of apartment buildings. "What?" "We've been walking for two days now, and you haven't complained once. It's damned annoying, you know." I looked at him. "If you don't complain, then I can't complain. Not without sounding like a whiny little snot." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| e7005cc | You will leave her alone," Gabriel said. "One way or another." "That sounds like a death threat, Walsh." "Then you lack imagination." -- | gabriel james kelley-armstrong threat | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 1532604 | There is no freedom from the prison of the mind | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 913862e | She did not look anything like a horned horse, as unicorns are often pictured, being smaller and cloven-hoofed, and possessing that oldest, wildest grace that horses have never had, that deer have only in a shy, thin imitation and goats in dancing mockery. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| f07894f | I love you, more, I think, than I know, but our kind of love isn't a sword. It's a light. Not a fire. A small light, just bright enough to read love letters by and keep the animals at a growling distance. In time it will go out. All lights go out. So do all fires, if it's any comfort. Love me, and look at me, and remember me, as I'll remember you. | love remember-me | Peter S. Beagle | |
| b30e45c | All around Molly there flowed and flowered a light as impossible as snow set afire, while thousands of cloven hooves sang by like cymbals. She stood very still, neither weeping nor laughing, for her joy was too great for her body to understand. | unicorns | Peter S. Beagle | |
| d86e2be | It was not her dream that chilled him, but that she did not weep as she told it. As a hero, he understood weeping women and knew how to make them stop crying--generally you killed something--but her calm terror confused and unmanned him, while the shape of her face crumbled the distant dignity he had been so pleased at maintaining. When he spoke again, his voice was young and stumbling. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 1413af4 | And what good is it to me that you're here now? Where where you twenty years ago, ten years ago? How dare you, how dare you come to me now, when I am this? | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| aa436a0 | Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose-- What is gone is gone. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 23a8145 | I'd never seen anything more beautiful - even as I ran, gasping and screaming, I could appreciate that. And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 9dcc53b | Forks was literally my personal hell on Earth. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 8d8c636 | Jacob was a gift from the gods. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| b359d39 | Jacob was simply a perpetually happy person, and he carried this happiness with him like an aura, sharing it with whoever was near him. Lika an earthbound sun, whenever someone was within his gravitational pull, Jacob warmed them. It was natural, a part of who he was. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| c4ed451 | In my dream it was very dark, and what dim light there was seemed to be radiating from Edward's skin. I couldn't see his face, just his back as he walked away from me, leaving me in the blackness. No matter how fast I ran, I couldn't catch up to him; no matter how loud I called, he never turned. Troubled, I woke in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep again for what seemed like a very long time. After that, he was in my dreams nearly .. | Stephenie Meyer |