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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e5b5505 | The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo. | paper | Markus Zusak | |
| c130142 | The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered "Shhh, I'm here, its alright." After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness." | Markus Zusak | ||
| ad32730 | As she watched all of this, Liesel was certain that these were the poorest souls alive. That's what she wrote about them . . . Some looked appealingly at those who had come to observe their humiliation, this prelude to their deaths. Others pleaded for someone, anyone to step forward and catch them in their arms. No one did. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 9e6fefe | We're silent now, both waiting, till I remind myself that I'm the older one and should therefore initiate conversation. But I don't. I don't want to waste this girl with idle chitchat. She's beautiful. | Markus Zusak | ||
| bf1a248 | A GUIDED TOUR OF SUFFERING: To your left, perhaps your right, perhaps even straight ahead, you find a small black room. In it sits a Jew. He is scum. He is starving. He is afraid. Please - try not to look away. | suffering | Markus Zusak | |
| 1559321 | He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 1ef7cb3 | Sitting on the ground, she looked up at her best friend. "Danke," she said. "Thank you." Rudy bowed. "My pleasure." He tried for a little more. "No point asking if I get a kiss for that, I guess?" "For bringing my shoes, which left behind?" "Fair enough." He held up his hands and continued speaking as they walked on, and Liesel made a concerted effort to ignore him. She only heard the last part. "Probably wouldn't want to kiss you anyw.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 243873e | By the way--I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me. | page-75 | Markus Zusak | |
| a7ac5f5 | He'd told them what Saturday night meant. The mattress, the plastic sheet. He told them of Matador in the fifth. He said he loved her from the very first time she'd talked to him, and it was his fault, it was all his fault. Clay melted, but didn't break, because he deserved no tears or sympathy. 'The night before she fell,' he said, 'we met there, we were naked there, and -' He stopped because Catherine Novac - in a shift of gingerblondness.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d8f467a | And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book thief herself - that as she knelt next to Hans Hubermann, she watched him stand and play the accordion. He stood and strapped it on in the alps of broken houses and played the accordion with kindness silver eyes and even a cigarette slouched on his lips. The bellows breathed and the tall man played for Liesel Meminger one last time as the s.. | memories | Markus Zusak | |
| 7554e9e | We skip the moments like stones. | Markus Zusak | ||
| be705fb | You hungry?' Rudy asked. Liesel replied, 'Starving.' For a book. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d17e72c | Creo que a los humanos les gusta contemplar la destruccion a pequena escala. Castillos de arena, castillos de naipes, por ahi empiezan. Su gran don es la capacidad de superacion. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e6cf360 | When one does something, one must do it wholly and well. Those bastard existences where you sell suet all day and write poetry at night are made for mediocre minds - like those horses that are equally good for saddle and carriage, the worst kind, that can neither jump a ditch nor pull a plow. | poets work writers writing | Gustave Flaubert | |
| a5c7c1c | Je ne suis pas plus moderne qu'ancien, pas plus Francais que Chinois, et l'idee de la patrie c'est-a-dire l'obligation ou l'on est de vivre sur un coin de terre marque en rouge ou en bleu sur la carte et de detester les autres coins en vert ou en noir m'a paru toujours etroite, bornee et d'une stupidite feroce. | patrie | Gustave Flaubert | |
| d8cb708 | So long as there is gold underneath, who cares about the dust on top? Literature! That old whore! We must try to dose her with mercury and pills and clean her out from top to bottom, she has been so ultra-screwed by filthy pricks! | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 2ccade1 | Be regular and orderly in your life, so that you may be violent and original in your work." --Gustave Flaubert" | Austin Kleon | ||
| 6ed7a39 | If there is on earth, and among all these things of nothing, a belief worthy of adoration, if there is anything holy, pure and sublime, anything answering that immoderate desire for the infinite and the vague that we call the soul, it is art. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| eae9c98 | Charles's conversation was commonplace as a street pavement, and everyone's ideas trooped through it in their everyday garb, without exciting emotion, laughter, or thought. He had never had the curiosity, he said, while he lived at Rouen, to go to the theatre to see the actors from Paris. He could neither swim, nor fence, nor shoot, and one day he could not explain some term of horsemanship to her that she had come across in a novel. A man,.. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 9da6b94 | Love, she felt, ought to come all at once, with great thunderclaps and flashes of lightning; it was like a storm bursting upon life from the sky, uprooting it, overwhelming the will, and sweeping the heart into the abyss. It did not occur to her that rain forms puddles on a flat roof when the drainpipes are clogged, and she would have continued to feel secure if she had not suddenly discovered a crack in the wall. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| a08d23d | Her heart remained empty once more, and the procession of days all alike began again. So they were going to follow one another, like this, in line, always identical, innumerable, bringing nothing! | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 29ba9b1 | What's fun for other people may not be fun for you- and vice versa. | happiness personality preferences | Gretchen Rubin | |
| e7c1195 | In the chaos of everyday life, it's easy to lose sight of what really matters, and I can use my habits to make sure that my life reflects my values. | Gretchen Rubin | ||
| b33ba6b | We won't make ourselves more creative and productive by copying other people's habits, even the habits of geniuses; we must know our own nature, and what habits serve us best. | Gretchen Rubin | ||
| 3300974 | How we schedule our days is how we spend our lives. | Gretchen Rubin | ||
| ebaa5ea | you have to do that kind of work for yourself. If you do it for other people, you end up wanting them to acknowledge it and to be grateful and to give you credit. If you do it for yourself, you don't expect other people to react in a particular way. | Gretchen Rubin | ||
| 3cf5625 | To know intense joy without a strong bodily frame, one must have an enthusiastic soul. | joy soul | George Eliot | |
| ef54e34 | I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them.' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come. | George Eliot | ||
| 9cddef4 | eh, there's trouble i' this world, and there's things as we can niver make out the rights on. And all we've got to do is to trusten - Master Marner, to do the right thing as fur as we know, and to trusten. For if us as knows so little can see a bit o' good and rights, we may be sure as there's a good and a rights bigger nor what we can know. | George Eliot | ||
| af9fb3c | The limits of variation are really much wider than any one would imagine from the sameness of women's coiffure and the favourite love-stories in prose and verse. Here and there a cygnet is reared uneasily among the ducklings in the brown pond, and never finds the living stream in fellowship with its own oary-footed kind. Here and there is born a Saint Theresa, foundress of nothing, whose loving heart-beats and sobs after an unattained goodn.. | George Eliot | ||
| c6f9ae8 | The sense of security more frequently springs from habit than from conviction, and for this reason it often subsists after such a change in the conditions as might have been expected to suggest alarm. The lapse of time during which a given event has not happened, is, in this logic of habit, constantly alleged as a reason why the event should never happen, even when the lapse of time is precisely the added condition which makes the event imm.. | security | George Eliot | |
| 09a8d67 | It's easy finding reasons why other folks should be patient. | patience | George Eliot | |
| 000cf92 | Ingenious philosophers tell you, perhaps, that the great work of the steam-engine is to create leisure for mankind. Do not believe them: it only creates a vacuum for eager thought to rush in. Even idleness is eager now--eager for amusement; prone to excursion-trains, art museums, periodical literature, and exciting novels; prone even to scientific theorizing and cursory peeps through microscopes. Old Leisure was quite a different personage... | leisure technology | George Eliot | |
| c81fe26 | The yoke a man creates for himself by wrong-doing will breed hate in the kindliest nature. | George Eliot | ||
| 544a9c8 | I never had any preference for her, any more than I have a preference for breathing. | romance | George Eliot | |
| c991477 | I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse perhaps to be locked in." Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own" | Kimberly McCreight | ||
| 656b829 | Yet she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreathes heaped and roses; and if you asked nine people out of ten they would say they wanted nothing but this; while the women, judging from her own experience, would all the time be feeling, This is not what we want; there is nothing more tedious, puerile and inhumane than love; yet it is also absolutely beautiful and necessary. | life love modernism relationships to-the-lighthouse virginia-woolf | Virginia Woolf | |
| 206b255 | Who shall blame him? Who will not secretly rejoice when the hero puts his armour off, and halts by the window and gazes at his wife and son, who, very distant at first, gradually come closer and closer, till lips and book and head are clearly before him, though still lovely and unfamiliar from the intensity of his isolation and the waste of ages and the perishing of the stars, and finally putting his pipe in his pocket and bending his magni.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| d95948f | Why then did she do it? She looked at the canvas, lightly scored with running lines. It would be hung in the servants' bedrooms. It would be rolled up and stuffed under a sofa. What was the good of doing it then, and she heard some voice saying she couldn't paint, saying she couldn't create, as if she were caught up in one of those habitual currents in which after a certain time experience forms in the mind, so that one repeats words withou.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| cff3112 | The root of things, what they were all afraid of saying, was that happiness is dirt cheap. You can have it for nothing. Beauty. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 0761b1f | For in marriage a little licence,a little independence there must be between people living together day in and day out in the same house; which Richard gave her, and she him. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| a163369 | He loved, beneath all this summer transiency, to feel the earth's spine beneath him; for such he took the hard root of the oak tree to be; or, for image followed image, it was the back of a great horse that he was riding, or the deck of a tumbling ship -- it was anything indeed, so long as it was hard, for he felt the need of something which he could attach his floating heart to; the heart that tugged at his side; the heart that seemed fill.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| bd9d77b | With a brain working and a body working one could keep step with the crowd and never be found out for the hollow machine, lacking the essential thing, that one was conscious of being. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| d75b3d7 | She held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. | Virginia Woolf |