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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d72a6ee | Thinking about it, my high school days started with love and ended with love and that is the truth. | Ai Yazawa | ||
| 2576656 | Tell me, Nana, If for example we had been a love couple, Would a hug have been enough to wash away my sadness? Or then; does every single being carry this loneliness, like a burden? I wans't intending to monopolizing you I just wanted you to need me. | loneliness pain sadness love nana | Ai yazawa | |
| 4f1618a | From that day on it was as if Ren freed me from gravity. I was floating in the sky. Higher. Higher. Higher. | Ai Yazawa | ||
| 9d5e5a6 | Though angels were easy to finds in cemeteries, she said that she didn't especially care for funereal angels and tombstone cherubs -- she wanted her angels among the living, not watching over the already dead -- and thus she scoured parks and gardens for the angels with whom, on some level, she wanted to commune. | cemeteries tombstones | Chris Bohjalian | |
| 8ef084a | Later in life, I learnt that many things one may require have to be weighed against one's dignity, which can be an insuperable barrier against advancement in almost any direction. However, in those days, choice between dignity and unsatisfied curiosity was less clear to me as a cruel decision that had to be made. | poignant insightful | Anthony Powell | |
| 1f154e4 | For some reason, the sight of snow descending on fire always makes me think of the ancient world - legionaries in sheepskin warming themselves at a brazier: mountain altars where offerings glow between wintry pillars; centaurs with torches cantering beside a frozen sea - scattered, unco-ordinated shapes from a fabulous past, infinitely removed from life; and yet bringing with them memories of things real and imagined. These classical projec.. | dance time music | Anthony Powell | |
| 4b29f3f | Rockefeller equated silence with strength: Weak men had loose tongues and blabbed to reporters, while prudent businessmen kept their own counsel. | Ron Chernow | ||
| 123ff6d | His military triumphs had been neither frequent nor epic in scale. He had lost more battles than he had won, had botched several through strategic blunders, and had won at Yorktown only with the indispensable aid of the French Army and fleet. But he was a different kind of general fighting a different kind of war, and his military prowess cannot be judged by the usual scorecard of battles won and lost. His fortitude in keeping the impoveris.. | Ron Chernow | ||
| 9ce73c7 | This is a woman whose belly is filled with pride. She has been eating nothing but her own ambition for nearly thirty years. | cousins-war the-white-queen | Philippa Gregory | |
| ebba5c5 | Daniel, I did not knowwhat I wanted when I was agirl. And then I was a fool in every sense of the word. And now that I am a woman grown, I know that I love you and I want this son of yours, and our children who will come. I have seen a woman break her heart for love: my Queen Mary. I have seen another break her soul to avoid it: my Princess Elizabeth. I don't want to be Mary or Elizabeth, I want to be me: Hannah Verde Carpenter." "And we sh.. | Philippa Gregory | ||
| 8d3b9e0 | I wanted the heat and the sweat and the passion of a man that I could love and trust. And I wanted to give myself to him: not for advantage, but for desire. | Philippa Gregory | ||
| 26f5ec1 | But Anne, do you love him?" I asked curiously. The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. "I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch." -- | life love | Philippa Gregory | |
| 9cfce7d | I turn around from the window and for the first time I see him... It is Richard, smiling at my surprise. I run to him, without thinking what I am doing. I run to the first friendly face that I have seen since Christmas, and in a moment I am in his arms and he is holding me tightly and kissing my face, my closed eyes, my smiling mouth, kissing me till I am breathless and have to pull away from him. | love edward-iii reunion | Philippa Gregory | |
| b03b3fa | Perhaps in time, Ella, the words we have lost will fade, and we will all stop summoning them by habit, only to stamp them out like unwanted toadstools when they appear. Perhaps they will eventually disappear altogether, and the accompanying halts and stammers as well: those troublesome, maddening pauses that at present invade and punctuate through caesura all manner of discourse. Trying so desperately we all are, to be ever so careful. | Mark Dunn | ||
| 6612f94 | Nine out of ten humans killed? And you're not bothered." A look of mysterious thoughtfulness crossed his face. "A virus can be useful to a species by thinning it out," he said. A scream cut the air. It sounded nonhuman. He took his eyes off the water and looked around. "Hear that pheasant? That's what I like about the Bighorn River," he said. "Do you find viruses beautiful?" "Oh, yeah," he said softly. "Isn't it true that if you stare .. | Richard Preston | ||
| b09b2d0 | I closed my eyes and let my enemy win. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| eb63d69 | Which was better: being alive (if that was the right word) but not remembering anything, or being dead? | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 29929c2 | This camp is a forge for the army; it's testing our mettle. Instead of heat and hammer, our trials are cold and hunger. Question is, what are we made of? | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 0a9663e | I nod like I'm listening,like we're communicating, and she never knows the difference. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 92bcbd5 | All of my answers were drawings of armored unicorns. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 21c8453 | I smile and play pretend through the Morning Show in the kitchen. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 15812aa | I am an iceberg drifting toward the edge of the map. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| ea4535d | The merry-go-round is spinning too fast. I want to get off. I want to close my eyes, or just blink. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 4b105bc | We should teach our girls that snapping is ok, instead of waiting for someone else to break them. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 9cf2a16 | May your heart be mine, may my heart be yours. May your sorrows be mine, may my joys be yours. | marriage | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | |
| fb35b61 | A dream is a telegram from the hidden world...Only a fool or an illiterate person ignores it. | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| 469d6f9 | Or is this how humans survive, shrugging off history, immersing themselves in the moment? | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| 00486bd | the darkness is a cresting wave. It sweeps me up out of my body until I float among the stars, those tine bright pores on the sky's skin. If only I could pass through them, I would end up on the other side, the right side, shadowless, perfectly illuminated, beyond the worries of this mundane world | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| ca151a8 | time is the great eraser, both of sorrow and of joy. | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| 775f92e | Sometimes -- she knows this from her own life -- to get to the other side, you must travel through grief. No detours are possible. | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| e2dba28 | She felt as if she had been on the outside of happiness her whole life. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 1596fd4 | When you chopped logs with the ax and they split open they smelled beautiful, like Christmas. But when you split someone's head open it smelled like abattoir and quite overpowered the scent of the wild lilacs you'd cut and brought into the house only this morning, which was already another life. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 8c5cfa2 | The future was coming nearer, one relentless goose step after the next. Juliet could still remember when Hitler had seemed like a harmless clown. No one was amused now. ("The clowns are the dangerous ones," Perry said.)" -- | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 7715fa5 | A 'career woman,'" Sylvie said, as if the two words had no place in the same sentence. "A spinster," she added, contemplating the word. Ursula wondered why her mother was working so hard to rile her. "Perhaps you will never marry," Sylvie said, as if in conclusion, as if Ursula's life was as good as over. "Would that be such a bad thing? 'The unmarried daughter,'" Ursula said, tucking into an iced fancy. "It was good enough for Jane Austen... | Kate Atkinson | ||
| b1e4497 | She had had affairs over the years ... but she had never been pregnant, never been a mother or a wife and it was only when she realized that it was too late, that it could never be, that she understood what it was that she had lost. Pamela's life would go on after she was dead, her descendants spreading through the world like the waters of a delta, but when Ursula died she would simply end. A stream that ran dry. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 96fc5bf | Just because something bad had happened to her doesn't mean it won't happen again. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 8ce372e | The other patrollers were boys and men of bad character; the work attracted a type. In another country they would have been criminals, but this was America. | slavery slave-catchers us united-states-of-america jobs usa united-states criminals | Colson Whitehead | |
| 43ce7d5 | Men start off good and then the world makes them mean. The world is mean from the start and gets meaner every day. It uses you up until you only dream of death. | Colson Whitehead | ||
| eef06cb | But we have all been branded even if you can't see it, inside if not without | Colson Whitehead | ||
| 87218ef | The park sustained them, the green harbor they preserved as the town extended itself outward, block by block and house by house. Cora thought of her garden back on Randall, the plot she cherished. Now she saw it for the joke it was - a tiny square of dirt that had convinced her she owned something. It was hers like the cotton she seeded, weeded, and picked was hers. Her plot was a shadow of something that lived elsewhere, out of sight. The .. | Colson Whitehead | ||
| 994d3c4 | Miss stone, I adore you. | Judith McNaught | ||
| 9a7e419 | Let's get it over with, so I can stop wondering. How many have there been?" Lauren stared at him."How many what?" "Lovers," he clarified bitterly. She could hardly believe her ears. After treating her as if her standards of morality were childish, after acting as if promiscuity was a virtue, after telling her how man preferred experienced women, he was jealous. Because now he cared. Lauren didn't know whether to hit him, burst out laughing .. | Judith McNaught | ||
| 3c0164c | I'm familiar with the myth, I'm merely surprised that a female would be familiar with the classics." "You must have a very limited experience with my sex," Alexandra said, surprised. "My grandfather said most women are every bit as intelligent as men." She saw his eyes take on the sudden gleam of suppressed laughter and assumed, mistakenly, that he was amused by her assessment of female intelligence rather than her remark about his inexperi.. | funny woman-power historical-romance | Judith McNaught | |
| a6d036a | The two of them simply weren't attracted to just any attractive, eligible man; they were attracted rarely, but when it happened, it was evidently a life-altering experience. | life experience | Judith McNaught |