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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 45adaeb | Victoria?" she hissed. "Laurent?" I nodded, a teensy bit alarmed by the expression in her black eyes. I pointed at my chest. "Danger magnet, remember?" | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| b1b724e | We made it,' he shouted. 'Not bad for a prison break, eh?' 'Good thinking Jake. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 0793be2 | I felt like I was staring out across an ocean that I was going to have to swim from shore to shore before I could rest again. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 5732c46 | She who laughs last may not invariably laugh best, but she does laugh. | Patricia C. Wrede | ||
| f354c6e | I see you've decided to take my advice after all, Richard." Lady Wendall's amused voice said from somewhere above and behind him. "Marrying your ward is *exactly* the sort of usual scandal I had in mind: I wonder it didn't occur to me before." | Patricia C. Wrede | ||
| 75a0ee2 | She probably enjoys cutting up everyone's happiness. Not to mention cutting up other parts of people; given her penchant for poisoning people and turning them into beech trees, I fail to see how she has reached thirty without leaving a trail of bodies behind her. | Patricia C. Wrede | ||
| 1ebdd5a | Nothing you will object to," James replied in a soothing tone. I cannot think how he came to imagine that he would know what I might or might not object to." | Patricia C. Wrede | ||
| 586385e | I am determined to have the headache Thursday, if I have to hit myself with a rock to do it. | funny headache | Patricia C. Wrede | |
| 633e638 | Once you accept the fact that life isn't fun, you'll be much happier," his mother said to him." | Paul Bowles | ||
| c96bc91 | Whoever invented the concept of fairness, anyway? Isn't everything easier if you simply get rid of the idea of justice altogether? You think the quantity of pleasure, the degree of suffering is constant among all men? | Paul Bowles | ||
| c173b2d | I don't hold to the idea that God causes suffering and crisis. I just know that those things come along and God uses them. We think life should be a nice, clean ascending line. But inevitably something wanders onto the scene and creates havoc with the nice way we've arranged life to fall in place. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| a5333d4 | Where do you come from?"...This is the number one most-asked question in all of South Carolina. We want to know if you are one of us, if your cousin knows our cousin, if your little sister went to school with our big brother, if you go to the same Baptist church as our ex-boss. We are looking for ways our stories fit together." | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| fbf82a4 | impossibility. I can tell you this much: the word is a great big log thrown on the fires of love. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| bae980d | I felt a trembling along my skin, a treaveling current that moved up my spine, down my arms, pulsing out from my fingertips. I was practically radiating. The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| a4b21fe | In recent years my understanding of God had evolved into increasingly remote abstractions. I'd come to think of God in terms like Divine Reality, the Absolute, or the One who holds us in being. I do believe that God is beyond any form and image, but it has grown clear to me that I need an image in order to relate. I need an image in order to carry on an intimate conversation with what is so vast, amorphous, mysterious, and holy that it beco.. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 8d28f6c | VLADIMIR: ( ). We'll see when the time comes. ( ) I was saying that things have changed here since yesterday. ESTRAGON: Everything oozes. VLADIMIR: Look at the tree. ESTRAGON: It's never the same pus from one second to the next. VLADIMIR: The tree, look at the tree. ESTRAGON: Was it not there yesterday? VLADIMIR: Yes of course it was there. Do you not remember? We nearly hanged ourselves from it. But you wouldn't. Do you not remember? ESTR.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 1eeaa2d | HAMM: In my house. (pause.) One day you'll be blind, like me. You'll be sitting there, a speck in the void, in the dark, for ever, like me. (pause.) One day you'll say to yourself, I'm tired, I'll sit down, and you'll go and sit down. Then you'll say, I'm hungry, I'll get up and get something to eat. But you won't get up. You'll say, I shouldn't have sat down, but since I have I'll sit on a little longer, then I'll get up and get something .. | samuel-beckett | Samuel Beckett | |
| 7cf2658 | We should turn resolutely towards Nature. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 47959ff | I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 5712f9e | I happened to look up and there it was. All over and done with, at last. I sat on for a few moments with the ball in my hand and the dog yelping and pawing at me. (Pause.) Moments. Her moments, my moments (Pause.) The dog's moments. | krapp love moments play relationship | Samuel Beckett | |
| 6c1a7f3 | Nothing to do but stretch out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for all eternity. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 3508026 | lklmt wlSwr t`rbd msr`@ fy r'sy wtndmj ftkhtlT m` 'nfsy.wHyn 'khrj 'nfsy tml' lGrf@ bDjyjh,m` nh Sdry l ytHrk l kTfl ny'm. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| c1d6e64 | A rabbit sneeze on the morning breeze sets homesick hearts aglow sitting with his rumps in a chicory clump and longing for a nice plump doe. | Richard Adams | ||
| 705e849 | A magpie, seeing some light-colored object conspicuous on the empty slope, flew closer to look. but all that lay there was a splintered peg and a twisted length of wire. | near-death snare | Richard Adams | |
| f04e058 | What should I get from books?" Alcide asked in French. That you are not alone -- even along this broken tractor road. You need to know nothing else," my father answered in French." | David Adams Richards | ||
| 7991b24 | Everything worth doing involves risk. | Linda Lael Miller | ||
| 74b7244 | Nostalgia is a way of remembering people and places and things, and wishing things hadn't changed. It has a sweetness to it. Sadness is just--well--being sad. | Linda Lael Miller | ||
| 5628d0d | just because something had never been done before did not mean it could not be done. | Christie Golden | ||
| be186d6 | A strong and bitter book-sickness floods one's soul. How ignominious to be strapped to this ponderous mass of paper, print, and dead men's sentiments! | Nicholas A. Basbanes | ||
| b079ffa | On such sunny, sad mornings I always feel in my bones that there is a chance yet of my not being excluded from Heaven, and that salvation may be granted to me despite the frozen mud and horror in my heart. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 0d0fe9d | Between the ages of ten and fifteen in St. Petersburg, I must have read more fiction and poetry--English, Russian and French--than in any other five-year period of my life. I relished especially the works of Wells, Poe, Browning, Keats, Flaubert, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Chekhov, Tolstoy, and Alexander Blok. On another level, my heroes were the Scarlet Pimpernel, Phileas Fogg, and Sherlock Holmes. In other words, I was a perfectly normal trilingu.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 4345a68 | I felt instinctively that toilets - as also telephones - happened to be for reasons unfathomable, the points where my destiny was liable to catch. We all have such fateful objects - it may be a recurrent landscape, a number in another - carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of special significance for us: here shall John always stumble; there shall Jane's heart always break. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 8bdfb6d | Devices which in some curious new way imitate nature are attractive to simple minds. | simple-minds | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| d81d1b0 | I felt my life needed a shake-up. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 191c3bc | Human thought, flying on the trapezes of the star-filled universe, with mathematics stretched beneath, was like an acrobat working with a net but suddenly noticing that in reality there is no net. | philosophy thought | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 90860fd | I knew--but I did know that I had crossed 700 The border. Everything I loved was lost But no aorta could report regret. A sun of rubber was convulsed and set; And blood-black nothingness began to spin A system of cells interlinked within Cells interlinked within cells interlinked Within one stem. And dreadfully distinct Against the dark, a tall white fountain played. I | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| dcd6926 | Without any wind blowing, the sheer weight of a raindrop, shining in parasitic luxury on a cordate leaf, caused its tip to dip, and what looked like a globule of quicksilver performed a sudden glissando down the centre vein, and then, having shed its bright load, the relieved leaf unbent. Tip, leaf, dip, relief - the instant it all took to happen seemed to me not so much a fraction of time as a fissure in it, a missed heartbeat, which was r.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 546d1d8 | No writer in a free country should be expected to bother about the exact demarcation between the sensuous and the sensual; this is preposterous; I can only admire but cannot emulate the accuracy of judgment of those who pose the fair young mammals photographed in magazines where the general neckline is just low enough to provoke a past master's chuckle and just high enough not to make a postmaster frown. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| f2b2dfb | a little downy girl still wearing poppies still eating popcorn in the colored gloam where tawny Indians took paid croppers because you stole her from her wax-browed and dignified protector spitting into his heavy-lidded eye ripping his flavid toga and at dawn leaving the hog to roll upon his new discomfort the awfulness of love and violets remorse despair while you took a dull doll to pieces and threw its head away because of all you did be.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 07ba34a | Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. | lolita love obsession obsessive-love passion | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| e79e303 | By God, I could make myself bring her that economically halved grapefruit, that sugarless breakfast. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 1c252ed | The sky was so heartless and dark, and her body, her head, and particularly those damned thirsty trousers, felt clogged with Oceanus Nox, n,o,x. At every slap and splash of cold wild salt, she heaved with anise-flavored nausea and there was an increasing number, okay, or numbness in her neck and arms. As she began losing track of herself, she thought it proper to inform a series of receding Lucettes -- telling them to pass it on and on in a.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 57c040d | I really knew nothing about her, blinded as I was by that burning loveliness which replaces everything else and justifies everything | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 56364b5 | I discovered there was an endless source of robust enjoyment in trifling with psychiatrists. | psychology therapy | Vladimir Nabokov |