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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5498813 | And found myself lying with my head in Jamie's lap. And heard him saying softly, to himself or to me, "For your sake, I will continue--though for mine alone ... I would not." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 34cc921 | IN THE LIGHT OF eternity, time casts no shadow. Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. But what is it that the old women see? We see necessity, and we do the things that must be done. Young women don't see--they are, and the spring of life runs through them. Ours is the guarding of the spring, ours the shielding of the light we have lit, the flame that we are. What have I seen? You are the vision of my youth, the.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3022594 | Do ye want me to be a horse, a bear, or a dog?" "A hedgehog." "A hedgehog? And just how does a hedgehog make love?" he demanded. No, I thought. I won't. I will not. But I did. "Very carefully," I replied, giggling helplessly. So now we know just how old that one is, I thought." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3046538 | I can stand on my own feet; I don't need any man's mahogany desk to prop me up | William Faulkner | ||
| 8b3e0de | I said You don't know what worry is. I don't know what it is. I don't know whether I am worrying or not. Whether I can or not . I don't know whether I can cry or not. I don't know whether I have tried to or not. I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth. | William Faulkner | ||
| e714e31 | I reckon that being good is about the easiest thing in the world for a lazy man. | William Faulkner | ||
| 9faf36a | Caddy put her arms around me, and her shining veil, and I couldn't smell trees anymore and I began to cry. | the-sound-and-the-fury william-faulkner | William Faulkner | |
| 9131fba | Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past. | past | Wallace Stegner | |
| 0f65840 | It happens that I despise that locution, "having sex," which describes something a good deal more mechanical than making love and a good deal less fun than fucking." | Wallace Stegner | ||
| f746c09 | It is almost impossible to write fiction about the Mormons, for the reason that Mormon institutions and Mormon society are so peculiar that they call for constant explanation. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| 471d01f | There is nothing like a doorbell to precipitate the potential into the kinetic. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| a48f90a | It had been two weeks since her first real boyfriend, Jason, had broken up with her on the eve of the first day of school. His exact words had been "Babe, you know I think you're the best and all, but it's my senior year and I can't have the baggage of a relationship. I gotta live it up, play the field. You get it, right?" Uh, not exactly. So Michele had to begin her junior year with a broken heart, which grew all the more painful last week.. | Alexandra Monir | ||
| 0a8ab85 | There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction they are going! There's no knowing where they're rowing, Or which way the river's flowing! Not a speck of light is showing, So the danger must be growing, For the rowers keep on rowing, And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing. . . . | Roald Dahl | ||
| f8e7693 | I, Willy Wonka, have decided to allow five children - just five, mind you, and no more - to visit my factory this year. | Roald Dahl | ||
| a37c347 | Then there was a hard brown lozenge called the Tonsil Tickler. The Tonsil Tickler tasted and smelled very strongly of chloroform. We had not the slightest doubt that these things were saturated in the dreaded anaesthetic which, as Thwaites had many times pointed out to us, could put you to sleep for hours at a stretch. "If my father has to saw off somebody's leg," he said, "he pours chloroform on to a pad and the person sniffs it and goes t.. | Roald Dahl | ||
| e380692 | We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere. When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant. Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must--at that moment--become the center of the universe. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| ced9fa9 | Man prefers to blame himself for all possible sins and crimes rather than come to the conclusion that God is capable of the most flagrant injustice. I still blush every time I think of the way God makes fun of human beings, his favorite toys. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| c1b59a4 | Man's strength resides in his capacity and desire to elevate himself, so as to attain the good. To travel step by step toward the heights. And that is all he can do. To reach heaven and remain there is beyond his powers: Even Moses had to return to earth. Is it the same for evil? | Elie Wiesel | ||
| e9cc0fc | How could I say to Him: Blessed be Thou, Almighty, Master of the Universe, who chose us among all nations to be tortured day and night, to watch as our fathers, our mothers, our brothers end up in furnaces? Praised be Thy Holy Name, for having chosen us to be slaughtered on Thine altar? | Elie Wiesel | ||
| e89f126 | He had only smiled, condescendingly and therapeutically. "No, Leland, not you. You, and in fact quite a lot of your generation, have in some way been exiled from that particular sanctuary. It's become almost impossible for you to 'go mad' in the classical sense. At one time people conveniently 'went mad' and were never heard from again. Like a character in a romantic novel. But now"--And I think he even went so far as to yawn--"you are too .. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 67faefe | Along the western slopes of the Oregon Coastal Range . . . come look: the hysterical crashing of tributaries as they merge into the Wakonda Auga River . . . The first little washes flashing like thick rushing winds through sheep sorrel and clover, ghost fern and nettle, sheering, cutting . . . forming branches. Then, through bear-berry and salmonberry, blueberry and blackberry, the branches crashing into creeks, into streams. Finally, in th.. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 29e23e7 | Reality is greater than the sum of its parts, also a damn sight holier. | Ken Kesey | ||
| a5c1771 | Because sometimes the only way to keep from losing everything is to give everything up. Because sometimes strength must for the sake of winning give in to-- | Ken Kesey | ||
| 7ca31d1 | They don't have to think. Just be afraid naturally and pulling together. Like specks of mercury rolling into the big piece. Like little specks of mercury rolling into bigger specks and then bigger and then just one piece, and nothing to be scared about or hurt about because you're just a piece of a bigger piece getting bigger rolling across the land into an ocean of mercury... | Ken Kesey | ||
| 7520e67 | Never dismiss anyone's value until you know him. | value | Susan Cooper | |
| b9dd879 | More than fear of loving bears or birds bigger than cows, I fear pathless nights. How, I wonder, can I find you in the dark? | Toni Morrison | ||
| 7b8ad39 | Sarcasm was dangerous to its user, identifiable as the language of the wrecker and the saboteur. But irony - perhaps, sometimes, so he hoped - might enable you to preserve what you valued, even as the noise of time became loud enough to knock out window-panes. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 46c18fc | Listen, baby, people do funny things. Specially us. The cards are stacked against us and just trying to stay in the game, stay alive and in the game, makes us do funny things. Things we can't help. Things that make us hurt one another. We don't even know why. But look here, don't carry it inside and don't give it to nobody else. Try to understand it, but if you can't, just forget it and keep yourself strong, man. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 4038953 | Their drift away from others produced a selfish privacy and they had lost the refuge and the consolation of a clan. Baptists, Presbyterians, tribe, army, family, some encircling outside thing was needed. Pride, she thought. Pride alone made them think that they needed only themselves, could shape life that way, like Adam and Eve, like gods from nowhere beholden to nothing except their own creations. She should have warned them, but her devo.. | solitude | Toni Morrison | |
| 2721829 | She did not tell them to clean up their lives, or go and sin no more. She did not tell them they were the blessed of the earth, its inheriting meek, or its glory-bound pure. She told them that the only grace they could have is the grace they could imagine. That if they could not see it, they could not have it. | Toni Morrison | ||
| a415c22 | Then summer came. A summer limp with the weight of blossomed things. Heavy sunflowers weeping over fences; iris curling and browning at the edges far away from their purple hearts; ears of corn letting their auburn hair wind down to their stalks. AND THE BOYS. The beautiful, beautiful boys who dotted the landscape like jewels, split the air with their shouts in the field, and thickened the river with their shining wet backs. EVEN THEIR FOOT.. | Toni Morrison | ||
| cd3db70 | No more running-from nothing. I will never run from another thing on this Earth. I took one journey and I paid for the ticket, but let me tell you something, Paul D. Garner: it cost too much! | Toni Morrison | ||
| 1b3c997 | Hate does that. Burns off everything but itself, so whatever your grievance is, your face looks just like your enemy's. | Toni Morrison | ||
| a084116 | People who die bad don't stay in the ground. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 8cd3ec7 | All she saw, down in the cellar well beneath the stoop, was a light yellow feather with a tip of green. And she had never named him. Had called him "my parrot" all these years. "My parrot." "Love you. "Love you." Did the dogs get him? Or did he get the message - that she said, "My parrot" and he said, "Love you," and she had never said it back or even taken the trouble to name him - and manage somehow to fly away on wings that had not soare.. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 0026097 | Shallow believers prefer a shallow God. | Toni Morrison | ||
| dce726b | I sold my elegant blackness to all those childhood ghosts and now they pay me for it. | blackness race-and-racism-in-america | Toni Morrison | |
| e041b90 | She was never able, after her education in the movies, to look at a face and not assign it some category in the scale of absolute beauty, and the scale was one she absorbed in full from the silver screen. | Toni Morrison | ||
| a11e808 | In a dependent relationship, the protege can always control the protector by threatening to collapse. | learned-helplessness manipulation passivity | Barbara W. Tuchman | |
| 4a144b8 | I think perhaps we want a more conscientious life. We're tired of drudging and sleeping and dying. We're tired of always deferring hope to the next generation. We're tired of hearing the politicians and priests and cautious reformers (and the husbands!) coax us, 'Be calm! Be patient! Wait! We have plans for a Utopia already made; just give us a bit more time and we'll produce it; trust us; we're wiser than you.' For ten thousand years they'.. | Sinclair Lewis | ||
| fc89794 | If travel were so inspiring and informing a business...then the wisest men in the world would be deck hands on tramp steamers, Pullman porters, and Mormon missionaries. | travel | Sinclair Lewis | |
| 1bcad6b | If I ever hear that 'can't make an omelet' phrase again, I'll start doing a little murder myself! It's used to justify every atrocity under every despotism, Fascist or Nazi, or Communist or American labor war. Omelet! Eggs! By God, sir, men's souls and blood are not eggshells for tyrants to break! | Sinclair Lewis | ||
| 5ddb7a3 | A country that tolerates evil means- evil manners, standards of ethics-for a generation, will be so poisoned that it never will have any good end. | Sinclair Lewis | ||
| 5ee5608 | All the way back, she had imagined him gloating and taunting, rubbing her face in her own broken pride. Instead, he knelt before her and washed her dirty, blistered feet. Throat burning, she looked down at his dark head and struggled with the feelings rising in her. She waited for them to die away, but they wouldn't. | Francine Rivers |