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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 525dce5 | Death, mademoiselle, unfortunately creates a prejudice. A prejudice in favour of the deceased... There is a great charity always to the dead. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 51b9ad9 | My friend, in working upon a case, one does not take into account only the things that are "mentioned". There is no reason to mention many things which may be important. Equally, there is often an excellent reason for not mentioning them." | Agatha Christie | ||
| 4dd0ee1 | Handsome, strong, gay ... She felt again the thro and lilt of her blood. She had loved Kameni in that moment. She loved him now. Kameni could take the place that Khay had held in her life. She thought: 'We shall be happy together - yes, we shall be happy. We shall live together and take pleasure in each other and we shall have strong, handsome children. There will be busy days full of work ... and days of pleasure when we sail on the River.. | Agatha Christie | ||
| aeea8c4 | I believe, Messieurs, in loyalty---to one's friends and one's family and one's caste. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 82831b5 | Poirot thought it not quite professional to begin a routine working day before ten. | work | Agatha Christie | |
| a251026 | Ah, but my dear sir, the why must never be obvious. That is the whole point. | the-why why murder-mystery five-little-pigs hercule-poirot | Agatha Christie | |
| fef85e7 | What's wrong with my proposition?" Poirot rose. "If you will forgive me for being personal - I do not like your face." | honesty | Agatha Christie | |
| 0940a3f | You say your life is your own. But can you dare to ignore the chance that you are taking part in a gigantic drama under the orders of a divine Producer? Your cue may not come till the end of the play--it may be totally unimportant, a mere walking-on part, but upon it may hang the issues of the play if you do not give the cue to another player. The whole edifice may crumple. You as you, may not matter to anyone in the world, but you as a per.. | life importance-of-existence role play | Agatha Christie | |
| 5a19737 | As readers, we have gone from learning a precious craft whose secret was held by a jealous few, to taking for granted a skin that has become subordinate to principles of mindless financial profit or mechanical efficiency, a skill for which governments care almost nothing. | reading government reader | Alberto Manguel | |
| d7cf458 | This morning I looked at the books on my shelves and thought that they have no knowledge of my existence. They come to life because I open them and turn their pages, and yet they don't know that I am their reader. | Alberto Manguel | ||
| 84a1885 | The thing is, I don't know if these stories he was telling were mine, or his, or someone else's. You spend your life among words, listening, making sense out of what you say and out of what you imagine other people are saying to you, believing that something in particular happened like this or that, as a result of this or that, with these or those consequences. But it is never so simple, is it? I suppose that if we read about ourselves in a.. | Alberto Manguel | ||
| 92c3d43 | Even the air of this country has a story to tell about warfare. It is possible here to lift a piece of bread from a plate and following it back to its origins, collect a dozen stories concerning war-how it affected the hand that pulled it out of the oven, the hand that kneaded the dough, how war impinged upon the field where wheat was grown. | war | Nadeem Aslam | |
| 3bf82f4 | To visit certain streets was to realise that only the sky remained unchanged there. | Nadeem Aslam | ||
| 0184307 | The queen is head. Long live the queen...me." The platoon of renegade soldiers cheered. Redd kicked The Cat where he lay on the floor, tongue lolling in his mouth, the picture of death. "Get up! You still have seven more lives." The Cat's eyes fluttered open. Find Alyss and kill her." With a wave of her hand, the looking glass was once again whole. The Cate jumped through, in prosuit of the only living Heart besides Redd." | Frank Beddor | ||
| 0888d6f | A man. A dead man. A dead man with no arms. | David Wellington | ||
| a3e74c8 | Yet within a miles, Margaret knew of house after house, where she would for her own sake, and her mother for her Aunt Shaw's, would be welcomed, if they came to gladness, or even in peace of mind. If they came sorrowing, and wanting sympathy in a complicated trouble like the present, then they would be felt as a shadow in all these houses of intimate acquaintances. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 21b971d | Blot your misdeeds out (if you are particularly conscientious), by a good deed, as soon as you can; just as we did a correct sum at school on the slate, where an incorrect one was only half rubbed out. It was better than wetting our sponge with our tears; both less loss of time where tears had to be waited for, and a better effect at last. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 4603a57 | It seems strange to think, that what gives us most hope for the future should be called Dolores, said Margaret. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| eeec6d0 | When oranges came in, a curious proceeding was gone through. Miss Jenkyns did not like to cut the fruit, for, as she observed, the juice all ran out nobody knew where, sucking [only I think she used some more recondite word] was in fact the only way of enjoying oranges; but then there was the unpleasant association with a ceremony frequently gone through by little babies; and so, after dessert, in orange season, Miss Jenkyns and Miss Matty .. | oranges | Elizabeth Gaskell | |
| 61a8ad1 | By-and-by they'll find out, tyrants makes liars. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| f042eee | I'll not listen to reason...Reason always means what some one else has got to say. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| cda1e28 | It is the first changes among familiar things that make such a mystery of time to the young, afterwards we lose the sense of the mysterious. | helstone | Elizabeth Gaskell | |
| b55f09f | Margaret could not help her looks; but the short curled upper lip, the round, massive up-turned chin, the manner of carrying her head, her movements, full of a soft feminine defiance, always gave strangers the impression of haughtiness. [...] She sat facing him and facing the light; her full beauty met his eye; her round white flexile throat rising out of the full, yet lithe figure; her lips, moving so slightly as she spoke, not breaking th.. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| c9e5752 | it seemed to me that where others had prayed before to their God, in their joy or in their agony, was of itself a sacred place. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 7343e7f | But the monotonous life led by invalids often makes them like children, inasmuch as they have neither of them any sense of proportion in events, and seem each to believe that the walls and curtains which shut in their world, and shut out everything else, must of necessity be larger than anything hidden beyond. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| d257b3c | A little credulity helps one on through life very smoothly -- better than always doubting and doubting and seeing difficulties and disagreeables in everything. | doubt trust | Elizabeth Gaskell | |
| 92f50bb | If they came sorrowing, and wanting sympathy in a complicated trouble like the present, then they would be felt as a shadow in all these houses of intimate acquaintances, not friends | north-and-south farewell | Elizabeth Gaskell | |
| 0204a6d | But Mr. Hale resolved that he would not be disturbed by any such nonsensical idea; so he lay awake, determining not to think about it. | thinking | Elizabeth Gaskell | |
| 55c4768 | Oh dear! how she could have loved him if he had but been different, with a difference which she felt, on reflection, to be one that went low--deep down. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| a95c224 | He asks me which of them two I liked best. Perhaps I liked Mr. Harry Carson once--I don't know--I've forgotten; but I loved James Wilson, that's now on trial, above what tongue can tell--above all else on earth put together; and I love him now better than ever, though he has never known a word of it till this minute... I never found out how dearly I loved another till one day, when James Wilson asked me to marry him, and I was very hard and.. | lovely love trial profession | Elizabeth Gaskell | |
| 3df3af3 | that kind of patriotism which consists in hating all other nations ... | nationalism xenophobia patriotism | Elizabeth Gaskell | |
| 975c4d0 | How am I to dress up in my finery, and go off and away to smart parties, after the sorrow I have seen today? | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 57e93b0 | You're not afraid of monsters, are you?" It depends on the monster, if it's a real one or not and if it's where I am." | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 1a99e2a | When Isaiah predicted that spears would become pruning hooks, that's a reference to cultivating. Pruning and trimming and growing and paying close attention to the plants and whether they're getting enough water and if their roots are deep enough. Soil under the fingernails, grapes being trampled under bare feet, fingers sticky from handling fresh fruit. It's that green stripe you get around the sole of your shoes when you mow the lawn. L.. | heaven gardening | Rob Bell | |
| c077395 | Often the people most concerned about others going to hell when they die seem less concerned with the hells on earth right now, while the people most concerned with the hells on earth right now seem the least concerned about hell after death. | Rob Bell | ||
| c6d5800 | I will never tell anyone when I feel bad again. I will never confide a weakness. It does not work. It makes things worse. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 3e5814b | the only plan I've come up with is writing. I can write, because writing--unlike choreography, architecture, or conquering kingdoms--is a thing you can do when you're lonely and poor, and have no infrastructure, i.e., a ballet troupe or some cannons. Poor people can write. It's one of the few things poverty, and lack of connections, cannot stop you doing. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 857b000 | It rained all that night. The next day was Saturday, the Fourth of July. | Michael Shaara | ||
| f50b60e | If he guessed his mistake, if he wanted me back, I thought, let him suffer and work for it as I had worked and suffered. Let him follow me over a mountain of iron and a lake of glass, and wear out three swords in my defense. But at my truest, lying awake trying to count the stars, I knew my prince would not follow. In my mind's eye I saw him in his palace, stroking the gold and silver and starry dresses which were fading now like leaves in .. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 0607f1e | I was beautiful, or so my father told me. My oval mirror showed me a face with nothing written on it. I had suitors aplenty but wanted none of them: their doggish devotion seemed too easily won. I had an appetite for magic, even then. I wanted something improbably and perfect as a red rose just opening. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 436a25f | People have no idea of the things that don't happen to them--the lives they're not living, the deaths stalking them--and thank Christ for that. Hard enough to get through each day without glimpsing all the hovering possibilities, like insects thickening the air. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 9f22908 | He [Ma's Tooth] was part of her a minute ago but now he's not. Just a thing. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 628af7d | No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around. | heartbreak love | Emma Forrest | |
| ee25c79 | The musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life. | Jean Rhys |