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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b6baad7 | On the streets of the city They have taken my Who-I-Am As well as my What-I-Was And now I am desperate for them both Again | Walter Dean Myers | ||
| 64701d7 | But now, like a fallen sparrow On a golden chain, I'm forever bound in shadow, A prisoner to my pain. | Walter Dean Myers | ||
| d88654b | These days, there are angry ghosts all around us, dead from wars, sickness, starvation--and nobody cares. So you say you're under a curse? Well, so what? So's the whole damned world. | ghosts pessimism | Hayao Miyazaki | |
| 68755c8 | No matter what the circumstances. I am more like most men in this regard. No second chances. It's not so much about morality, but about my inability to forgive. I'm a champion grudge holder, and I don't think I could change this about myself even if I wanted to. | Emily Giffin | ||
| d819e96 | I feel a sudden wave of homesickness, but not the kind that makes you sad. The kind that reminds you of who you are and where you come from. | Emily Giffin | ||
| 0ee510f | I'm glad you were both here," I finally manage, thinking how strange it is to be standing with the two people who made you, something most kids take for granted every day of their lives." | adoption parents | Emily Giffin | |
| 2379c21 | She wonders what fool ever said that it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all - she has never disagreed with something so much. | Emily Giffin | ||
| 0495200 | Strange are the pictures of the future that mankind can thus draw with this brush of faith and these many-coloured pigments of the imagination! Strange, too, that no one of them tallies with another! | disagreement dreams faith future hopes ignorance illusions imagination mankind religion vain-hopes | H. Rider Haggard | |
| 4abb2a3 | By no means would I describe Adolph Hitler as sexually normal in his relationships with women. In the case of Eva Braun in particular, it seems clear to me that aside from occasional passionate episodes there was no sexual activity at all for long periods of time. The effect of this on Hitler I do not know, but Eva Braun's misery was well-known at headquarters. During the long dry spells she was irritable, impatient and quick to anger. She .. | Albert Speer | ||
| d1c94ab | What the hammer? What the Chains? In what furnace was thy brain? Where the anvil? What dread grasp? Dare its deadly terrors clasp? | William Blake | ||
| daa7c60 | The nakedness of woman is the work of God. | William Blake | ||
| 43e50df | I LIKE WHAT THE DANCER MARTHA GRAHAM ONCE said, that each of us is unique and if we didn't exist something in the world would have been lost. I wonder, then, why we are so quick to conform--and what the world has lost because we have. William Blake said about Jesus that he was "all virtue and acted from impulse, not from rules." If we are to be like him, aren't we to speak and move and do, to act upon the world and take new ground from the .. | Donald Miller | ||
| 194b034 | The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please. - "Auguries of Innocence" -- | William blake | ||
| 89996c1 | There's no fear or regret but no elation or sense of triumph either. It's just a job that had to be done. | regret triumph | Irvine Welsh | |
| f6b0e10 | Might huv ehs ma's brains, cause ay his heid taperin backwards intae a point like a fuckin alien. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| 47e473d | Las convenciones siempre nos imponen su locura en los momentos menos apropiados. | dark-humor realism | Irvine Welsh | |
| a9e8192 | Because whatever I hear outside, cars scrunching down the narrow, council-house streets, sometimes sweeping their headlights across this fusty old room, drunks challenging or serenading the world, or the rending shrieks of cats taking their torturous pleasures, I know I won't hear that noise. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| a992069 | The wheel... is an extension of the foot. The book... is an extension of the eye... Clothing, an extension of the skin... Electric circuitry, an extension of the central nervous system. | clothing electric extension eye foot nervous-system skin wheel | Marshall McLuhan | |
| 8a48c38 | There is only one way to read, which is to browse in libraries and bookshops, picking up books that attract you, reading only those, dropping them when they bore you, skipping the parts that drag--and never, never reading anything because you feel you ought, or because it is part of a trend or a movement. | Doris Lessing | ||
| e9eaf00 | Women have an extraordinary ability to withdraw from the sexual relationship, to immunize themselves against it, in such a way that their men can be left feeling let down and insulted without having anything tangible to complain of. | Doris Lessing | ||
| 4eef2e9 | Money. The ultimate motivation. The ultimate way of keeping score. | materialism money success wealth | Michael Connelly | |
| 19609a1 | Deep understanding of causality sometimes requires the understanding of very large patterns and their abstract relationships and interactions, not just the understanding of microscopic objects interacting in microscopic time intervals. | Douglas R. Hofstadter | ||
| dd3464b | We are all egocentric, and what is realest to each of us, in the end, is ourself. | Douglas R. Hofstadter | ||
| f71e102 | I enjoy acronyms. Recursive Acronyms Crablike "RACRECIR" Especially Create Infinite Regress" -- | self-referential strange-loop | Douglas R. Hofstadter | |
| 6ad1a5f | Someday, you know, we're going to be shown the great ledger of our recorded decisions-a dread concept you nonetheless know in your deepest soul is true. | Leif Enger | ||
| 5ba3ca2 | Memory's oldest trick is convincing us of its accuracy. | Leif Enger | ||
| cf1dd63 | Hope is like yeast, you know, rising under warmth. | warmth | Leif Enger | |
| 651f6b3 | You never like it to happen, for something as hopeful and sudden as a January thaw to come to an end, but end it does, and then you want to have some quilts around. | Leif Enger | ||
| 733dea7 | There is nothing like the start of a season, before all the one-run losses, pitching breakdowns and missed opportunities. Before reality sets in. | Michael Connelly | ||
| efad576 | I'm relaxed, Belk. I call it Zen and the art of not giving a shit. | harry-bosch mystery | Michael Connelly | |
| c19befe | I hate to tell you, dragon, but that's an integral part of the whole usiness," he whispered. "If you're afraid to touch me then we're not going to get very far." She lifted her head to look at him. "I thought I could lie back and let you ravish me," she said with complete honesty. He shook his head, the smile hovering around his lips, his eyes intent. "This is a cooperative effort, my love. You have to do your part." | love romance | Anne Stuart | |
| e6e10a1 | It's going to storm," she said. "You've been in Alabama for twenty-four hours and you think you can read the weather?" "Then why is it so dark?" "It's going to storm." She wanted to hit him. "Then I'd appreciate getting to my car before it hits. I don't like thunderstorms. " "No, I imagine you don't," he said softly. "That's just something else you're afraid of. Sex, men, thunderstorms, being poor. Me. Anything else? "Yeah," she said. "I'm .. | Anne Stuart | ||
| cc00688 | She turned to Roy with her gayest expression. He smiled back at her with what Phil called "his deep, black, velvety smile." Yet, she really did not see Roy at all. She was acutely conscious that Gilbert was standing under the palms just across the room talking to a girl who must be Christine Stuart" | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 05d7c3c | Oh, God," she whispered, sliding her arms around his neck. "Nicholas..." He pushed her away from him. "I find I'm not in the mood,I'm not very good company right now. I kept away for as long as I could, but the amusements of Venice are not to my taste. I'll relieve you of my presence..." She caught his wrist, halting him. "Nicholas,I love you." "Don't," he snapped at her, but he didn't break free. "Don't you understand? Haven't I proved .. | Anne Stuart | ||
| d1045cd | The world went on. People left and people died and people went to memorial services and put orange blocks of cheese into their purses. People confessed to you that they were hungry all the time. And then you got up in the morning and pretended that none of it had happened. | perserverance poverty | Kate DiCamillo | |
| d476196 | The words were good words, Ulysses felt, maybe even great words, but the list was very incomplete. He was just getting started. The words needed to be arranged, fussed with, put in the order of his heart. | poetry words writing | Kate DiCamillo | |
| 12da7f0 | When I was a girl in Blundermeecen we wondered always if we would see each other again. Each day was uncertain. So, to say good-bye to someone was uncertain, too. Would you see them again? Who could say? Blundermeecen was a place of dark secrets, unmarked graves, terrible curses. Trolls were everywhere! So we said good-bye to each other the best way we could. We said: I promise to always turn back toward you. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| abd2663 | At least Lester had the decency to weep at his act of perfidy. Reader, do you know what 'perfidy' means? I have a feeling you do, based on the scene that unfolded here. But you should look up the word in your dictionary, just to be sure. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 17c9cd9 | There is somebody who loves me," said Despereaux. "And I love her and that is the only thing that matters to me." | love | Kate DiCamillo | |
| ce431d5 | Well, all I know is this--nothing you ever learn is really wasted, and will sometime be used. | Julia Child | ||
| d7072bb | Who judges the judge who judges wrong? The sentence too weak, The sentence too strong. The penance too quick, The penance too long. Who judges the judge who judges wrong? | judgment | Gail Carson Levine | |
| 6337bac | Char saw me. Over the shoulder of his partner, he mouthed, "Wait for me." I grew roots. An earthquake could not have moved me. The clock struck a quarter before eleven. If it had struck the end of the world, I'd have stayed as I was." | Gail Carson Levine | ||
| d5c2a72 | My contrariness kept Char laughing, and his goodness kept me in love. | Gail Carson Levine | ||
| 69f44e9 | There are few things less comforting than a tiger who's been up too late. | comic humor | Bill Watterson |