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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9925044 | People saw what they expected to see. It was one of the basic truisms of life. | truisim | Julia Quinn | |
| 58e50f1 | The girl doesn't need a violin," he added. "She needs to have her hands bound so she can never touch an instrument again." | Julia Quinn | ||
| c1d5107 | You don't have to kiss a lot of frogs to recognize a prince when you find one." -Henrietta Barrett, (Minx, Splendid Trilogy book #3)" | romance | Julia Quinn | |
| cf51828 | I think your eyes might be the exact same color as mine," she said wonderingly. "What fine gray-eyed babies we shall have," he said, before he thought the better of it." -- | bevelstoke julia-quinn sebastian-grey ten-things-i-love-about-you | Julia Quinn | |
| 6de6e2b | He was a puzzle. And Hyacinth hated puzzles. Well, no, in truth she loved them. Provided, of course, that she solved them. | Julia Quinn | ||
| e40a93d | George leaned to the right so that he could see her from behind his brother. "Shall I strangle him or will you?" She rewarded him with a devious smile. "Oh, it must be a joint endeavor, don't you think?" "So that you may share the blame?" Andrew quipped. "So that we may share the joy," Billie corrected. "You wound me." "Happily, I assure you." | Julia Quinn | ||
| 8322799 | Everybody works . . . . That's what life is. Work and a little play and a lot of prayer. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 7632d53 | Spontaneity is one of the joys of existence, especially if you prepare for it in advance. | planning | Alan Dean Foster | |
| 81e3a5e | Rochester: My bride is here, because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me? | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| af8f2e5 | When once more alone, I reviewed the information I had got; looked into my heart, examined its thoughts and feelings, and endeavored to bring back with a strict hand such as had been straying through imagination's boundless and trackless waste, into the safe fold of common sense. | heart jane-eyre | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 4492d6e | I am very happy, Jane; and when you hear that I am dead, you must be sure and not grieve: there is nothing to grieve about. We all must die one day, and the illness which is removing me is not painful; it is gentle and gradual: my mind is at rest. I leave no one to regret me much: I have only a father; and he is lately married, and will not miss me. By dying young, I shall escape great sufferings. I had not qualities or talents to make my w.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 37bd38d | I will bestir myself,' was her resolution, 'and try to be wise if I cannot be good. | intelligence resolution wisdom | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 14f1e63 | Then my sole relief was to walk along the corridor of the third storey, backwards and forwards, safe in the silence and solitude of the spot, and allow my mind's eye to dwell on whatever bright visions rose before it - and, certainly, they were many and glowing; to let my heart be heaved by the exultant movement, which, while it swelled it in trouble, expanded it with life; and, best of all, to open my inward ear to a tale that was never en.. | imagination restlessness | Charlotte Brontë | |
| c17103e | Human beings never enjoy complete happiness in this world. I was not born for a different destiny to the rest of my species: to imagine such a lot befalling me is a fairy tale -- a daydream." "Which I can and will realise. I shall begin today." | love | Charlotte Brontë | |
| abdfb83 | It agitates me that the skyline there is forever our limit, I long for the power of unlimited vision...If I could behold all I imagine. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 7e36625 | I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 8413019 | I Believe she thought I had forgotten my station; and yours, sir.' 'Station! Station!-- your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you, now or hereafter. | love | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 344a9d6 | Jane: "St John dresses well. He is a handsome man: tall, fair, with blue eyes and a Grecian profile." Rochester:(Aside) "Damn him!" (To me) "Did you like him, Jane?" | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| e04d5e8 | The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,--and to speak. | voice | Charlotte Brontë | |
| cc78f36 | If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem! | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| f715daa | all the bullying instincts in her nature rose to the surface. It was not that she was basically unkind. It was because she was so frightened and unsure of herself she was harsh lest others learn her inadequacies: and refuse her authority. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 0226641 | For I am fighting for the old days, the old ways which I love so much, but which, I fear, are now gone forever, no matter how the die may fall. For, win or lose, we lose just the same. - Ashley Wilkes, Gone with the Wind | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| c532b25 | She raised her chin and her pale, black-fringed eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Ellen had never told her that desire and attainment were two different matters; life had not taught her that the race was not to the swift. She lay in the silvery shadows with courage rising and made the plans that a sixteen-year-old makes when life has been so pleasant that defeat is an impossibility and a pretty dress and a clear complexion are weapons to vanq.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| f18b960 | And when Ashley came riding along, so handsome, so different, I put that suit on him and made him wear it whether it fitted him or not... I kept on loving the pretty clothes - and not him at all. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 4801251 | Most of the misery of the world has been caused by wars. And when the wars were over, no one ever knew what they were all about. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 66fd824 | Melanie is the gentlest of dreams and a part of my dreaming. And if the war had not come I would have lived out my life, happily buried at Twelve Oaks, contentedly watching life go by and never being a part of it. But when the war came, life as it really is thrust itself against me. The first time I went into action--it was at Bull Run, you remember--I saw my boyhood friends blown to bits and heard dying horses scream and learned the sicken.. | bull-run civil-war | Margaret Mitchell | |
| e8afab2 | It's great having Bruce Springsteen on my show. We have so much in common! We're both from New Jersey, just from different neighborhoods. Sort of like how Martin Luther King and Margaret Mitchell both came from Atlanta. But from different neighborhoods. | humor | Jon Stewart | |
| db794fc | But the small cloud which appeared in the northwest four months ago had blown up into a mighty storm and then into a screaming tornado,sweeping away her world, whirling her out of her sheltered life,and dropping her down in the midst of this still,haunted desolation. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 945e2ef | You are a child if you thought I didn't know, for all your smothering yourself under that hot lap robe. Of course, I knew. Why else do you think I've been--" He stopped suddenly and a silence fell between them. He picked up the reins and clucked to the horse." | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| dd91d81 | You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 90f6927 | What part of Canada are you from, honey?" "THE LEFT PART," said Jay." | funny | Adam Rex | |
| 145c69f | FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night! | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| fedff23 | When a woman's face is wrinkled And her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday! Aside she's cast, No one respect will pay; Remember, Lasses, remember. And while the sun shines make hay: You must not expect in December, The flowers you gathered in May. | Ann Rinaldi | ||
| 7245edc | Not only during the ascent, but also during the descent my willpower is dulled. The longer I climb the less important the goal seems to me, the more indifferent I become to myself. My attention has diminished, my memory is weakened. My mental fatigue is now greater than the bodily. It is so pleasant to sit doing nothing - and therefore so dangerous. Death through exhaustion is like death through freezing - a pleasant one. | death freezing willpower | Reinhold Messner | |
| b542171 | such criticism and mockery are largely beside the point. All religious belief is a function of nonrational faith. And faith, by its very definition, tends to be impervious to to intellectual argument or academic criticism. Polls routinely indicate, moreover, that nine out of ten Americans believe in God--most of us subscribe to one brand of religion or another. Those who would assail The Book of Mormon should bear in mind that its veracity .. | religion | Jon Krakauer | |
| 5dcfea3 | In order to escape accountability for his crimes, the perpetrator does everything in his power to promote forgetting. Secrecy and silence are the perpetrator's first line of defense. If secrecy fails, the perpetrator attacks the credibility of his victim. If he cannot silence her absolutely, he tries to make sure that no one listens. To this end, he marshals an impressive array of arguments, from the most blatant denial to the most sophisti.. | Jon Krakauer | ||
| be0c072 | Most women are all too familiar with men like Calvin Smith. Men whose sense of prerogative renders them deaf when women say, "No thanks," "Not interested," or even "Fuck off, creep." | assault assaults behavior catcalling communication culture disrespect feminism gender gender-roles harassment men-and-women men-s-behavior misogynist misogyny not-listening personal-autonomy personal-experience personal-experiences personal-space predators predatory-behavior problems-in-the-world problems-of-today problems-with-men problems-with-society rape rape-culture rapists saying-no sexism sexual-abuse sexual-assault sexual-violence sexuality street-harassment survivors verbal-abuse victims women women-and-men women-s-experiences women-s-issues women-s-rights | Jon Krakauer | |
| 7f7c64c | The U.S. legal system is organized as an adversarial contest: in civil cases, between two citizens; in criminal cases, between a citizen and the state. Physical violence and intimidation are not allowed in court, whereas aggressive argument, selective presentation of the facts, and psychological attack are permitted, with the presumption that this ritualized, hostile encounter offers the best method of arriving at the truth. Constitutional .. | Jon Krakauer | ||
| a966b7f | To the desert go prophets and hermits; through deserts go pilgrims and exiles. Here the leaders of the great religions have sought the therapeutic and spiritual values of retreat, not to escape but to find reality. | Jon Krakauer | ||
| 41e6a1e | Balanced atop the highest spire of the Salt Lake Temple, gleaming in the Utah sun, a statue of the angel Moroni stands watch over downtown Salt Lake City with his golden trumpet raised. This massive granite edifice is the spiritual and temporal nexus of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (LDS), which presents itself as the world's only true religion. Temple Square is to Mormons what the Vatican is to Catholics, or the Kaaba in .. | Jon Krakauer | ||
| 78674ed | The pursuit of knowledge, he maintained, was a worthy objective in its own right and needed no external validation. | Jon Krakauer | ||
| 12de741 | I wondered if a blessing is still a blessing if it lasts for only a little while. | Bette Greene | ||
| f5c17c9 | I'd like to meet the man who decided that people do or don't look Jewish. What the hell does that mean anyway? Is it the American penchant for pinning things down, catergorizing, for pigeonholing people? Whatever it is, it's wrong. | Lauren Bacall | ||
| ee19ef3 | She stared at me curiously. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Sometimes, when I walk along the corridor here, I fancy I hear her just behind me. That quick, light footstep. I could not mistake it anywhere. And in the minstrels' gallery above the hall. I've seen her leaning there, in the evenings in the old days, looking down at the hall below and calling to the dogs. I can fancy her there now from time to time. It's almost as though I catch .. | Daphne du Maurier |