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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7188875 | Zeke and I struggled to get to the dressing room so we could get changed. But we were mobbed by people who wanted to congratulate us and tell us how talented and terrific we were. | success | R.L. Stine | |
| cb7ddc2 | She realized she'd never felt this happy.even at her old school, she had been an outsider, always the lonely girl,the one who stayed at home watching tv on Saturday nights while her friends went to parties and out on dates. | lonely-girl first-date outsider | R.L. Stine | |
| 843b63a | Did you know that Halloween started because long ago people believed that one day a year at the end of the fall harvest, the spirits would return to walk the earth? On that day, people wore masks so the spirits wouldn't recognize them. | R.L. Stine | ||
| 194dde1 | The proper way for the woman to test the man's love is thus to "betray" him at a crucial moment in his career" | Slavoj Žižek | ||
| 23f60ad | What we are dealing with here is another version of the Lacanian ' ...': if, for Lacan, there is no sexual relationship, then, for Marxism proper, there is no 'meta-language' enabling us to grasp the two levels from the same neutral standpoint, although--or, rather, --these two levels are inextricably intertwined. | sex politics lacan marxism | Slavoj Žižek | |
| 25b12da | When I meet you, in that moment, I am no longer a part of your future. I start quickly becoming part of your past. But in that instant, I get to share a part of your present. And you get to share a part of mine. And that is the greatest present of all. | Sarah Kay | ||
| a0015b7 | But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar: it can crumble so easily, but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. | Sarah Kay | ||
| 4a99e29 | Her dress is the colour of marmalade, she chirps songs that have no words | Sarah Kay | ||
| 8dba5cf | If the case isn't plea bargained, dismissed or placed on the inactive docket for an indefinite period of time, if by some perverse twist of fate it becomes a trial by jury, you will then have the opportunity of sitting on the witness stand and reciting under oath the facts of the case-a brief moment in the sun that clouds over with the appearance of the aforementioned defense attorney who, at worst, will accuse you of perjuring yourself in .. | insight | David Simon | |
| 3d70d3e | It struck him as a bit unfair that, at the age of eight, he should have manifested the same sense of solitude that haunted him at forty-three. | John le Carré | ||
| 9c661be | It was from us they learnt the secret of life: that we grow old without growing wise. They realized that nothing happened when we grew up: no blinding light on the road to Damascus, no sudden feeling of maturity. | John le Carré | ||
| bdd5e5e | God is in his Heaven and the first night was a wow. | John le Carré | ||
| 378876b | In a civilized country you can never tell. | John le Carré | ||
| eb7114c | On the other hand, you're a human--you should understand self-obsession. | Markus Zusak | ||
| c52ba96 | If I'm ever going to be okay, I'll have to earn it. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 25518fd | It was a Sunday, an arsonist sunrise. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 9c25a75 | Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband's accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She did not move. She didn't ever appear to be breathing. | marriage | Markus Zusak | |
| f2bb339 | Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 22bf84a | I look at her wish we could go inside and make love on the couch. Dive inside each other. Take each other. Make each other. Nothing happens, though. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e1bd253 | They're the ones I can't stand to look at, although on occasion I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 059052d | When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 78cfe44 | It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e34763c | Entonces, ?se es cobarde por sentir miedo? ?Se es cobarde por alegrarse de seguir vivo? | Markus Zusak | ||
| 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 writing work writers | 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 |