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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2cd89a1 | I pounded through the houses, staggering down the hallways, falling down the steps. It was a hot streaky dawn full of insecticides, exhaust, flowers that could make you sick or fall in love. My battered Impala was still parked there on the side of the road and I wanted to lie down on the shredded seats and sleep and sleep. But I thought of the bones; I could hear them singing. They needed me to write their song. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| ab8cacf | It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out. | love | Francesca Lia Block | |
| 736cf88 | Why was fabulousness important? The world was a scary, sad place and adornment was one of the only ways she knew to make herself and the people around her forget their troubles. That was why she had opened her store almost five years ago. Everyone who entered the little square white house with miniature Corinthian columns, cherub statues, and French windows seemed to leave carrying armloads of newly handmade and well spruced-up recycled vin.. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 5093c8b | You still cry too easily, but without your tears, at least, everything would burn. You are Spring in your jeans, in the laughing leaves. I think pearls melted over your bones. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| f0986f9 | Ugster vinyl pumps, Partridge Family records, plastic daisy jewelry, old postcards. . . . It's a magpie Christmas market. | culture | Francesca Lia Block | |
| 9712cea | There's nowhere to escape," Dobey said, jamming his hands into his pockets and staring into the Valley. That's not true, baby," said Desiree. She took his hands and pulled him to her, wrapping her legs around his torso. She could feel the sobs in both of them, but quiet, silenced by the kiss. They could escape inside each other." | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 879db99 | Love is the worst earthquake there is. Can crush you to the thickness of your bones. Love can be like cancer sometimes. Terminal. It can make you vomit. It can make you want to cut it out. It can take you over against your will. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 25bc3f5 | If the second dinosaur to the left of the tall cycad tree had not happened to sneeze and thereby fail to catch the tiny, shrew-like ancestor of all the mammals, we should none of us be here. | evolution | Richard Dawkins | |
| fbcd51e | so deeply ingrained is the unconscious northern hemisphere chauvinism in those of us who live there, and even some who don't. 'Unconscious' is exactly right. That is where consciousness-raising comes in. It is for a deeper reason than gimmicky fun that, in Australia and New Zealand, you can buy maps of the world with the South Pole on top. What splendid consciousness-raisers those maps would be, pinned to the walls of our northern hemispher.. | Richard Dawkins | ||
| 005153d | Not to grow up properly is to retain our 'caterpillar' quality from childhood (where it is a virtue) into adulthood (where it becomes a vice). In childhood our credulity serves us well. It helps us to pack, with extraordinary rapidity, our skulls full of the wisdom of our parents and our ancestors. But if we don't grow out of it in the fullness of time, our caterpillar nature makes us a sitting target for astrologers, mediums, gurus, evange.. | reason maturity growing-up childhood | Richard Dawkins | |
| bd0058d | Evolution has no long-term goal. There is no long-distance target, no final perfection to serve as a criterion for selection, although human vanity cherishes the absurd notion that our species is the final goal of evolution. | evolution teleology natural-selection | Richard Dawkins | |
| 2851687 | We're going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. | humor | Richard Dawkins | |
| 5307cc8 | That it will never come again Is what makes life so sweet. | Richard Dawkins | ||
| 1e27f1c | In George Bernard Shaw's words, 'The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one. | Richard Dawkins | ||
| 6d140df | The way I see it," she began, "your mother's devoted her whole life to you kids." She said "you kids" in precisely the same tone I would have used for "you infestation of cockroaches" | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| ba0e6a5 | A CELEBRATION OF WEIRD Don't become a spiritual zombie, devoid of passion and deep human feeling. Let spirituality become a celebration of your uniqueness rather than a repression of it. Never lose your quirkiness, your strangeness, your weirdness - your unique and irreplaceable flavour. Don't try or pretend to be 'no-one' or 'nothing' or some transcendent and impersonal non-entity with 'no self' or 'no ego', 'beyond the human' - that's jus.. | Jeff Foster | ||
| 35f52b4 | A man who declares his heart too early will leave you wondering whether he truly meant it." ~Catriona" | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| fa71272 | As my father wrote, one's courage, hope, and spirit can be severely tried by the happenstance of life. But as I learned on this Virginia mountain, so long as one never loses faith, it is impossible to ever truly be alone. | David Baldacci | ||
| 2469624 | Anyone who's lived has lost somebody. | David Baldacci | ||
| 0b099b6 | Did you ever see so many pee-wee hats, Carl?" "They're beanies." "They call them pee-wees in Brooklyn." "But I'm not in Brooklyn." "But you're still a Brooklynite." "I wouldn't want that to get around, Annie." "You don't mean that, Carl." "Ah, we might as well call them beanies, Annie." "Why?" "When in Rome do as the Romans do." "Do they call them beanies in Rome?" she asked artlessly. "This is the silliest conversation..." | marriage humor joy-in-the-morning betty-smith | Betty Smith | |
| 7f113e9 | the reading, the observing, the living from day to day. It was something that had been born into her and her only - the something different from anyone else in the two families. It was what God or whatever is His equivalent puts into each soul that is given life - the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike. | Betty Smith | ||
| c1b1c88 | No, Katie never fumbled. When she used her beautifully shaped but worn-looking hands, she used them with surety, whether it was to put a broken flower into a tumbler of water with one true gesture, or to wring out a scrub cloth with one decisive motion--the right hand turning in, and the left out, simultaneously. When she spoke, she spoke truly with the plain right words. And her thoughts walked in a clear uncompromising line. | Betty Smith | ||
| b3cd3ae | It meant that she belonged some place. She was a Brooklyn girl with a Brooklyn name and a Brooklyn accent. She didn't want to change into a bit of this and a bit of that. | Betty Smith | ||
| d8db4de | She sat in the sunshine watching the life on the street and guarding within herself, her own mystery of life. | motherhood pregnancy | Betty Smith | |
| 5e5026f | A virgin a whole virgin is judged made and so between curves and outlines and real seasons and more out glasses and a perfectly unprecedented arrangement between old ladies and mild colds there is no satin wood shining. | Gertrude Stein | ||
| 9367691 | There comes always a moment when the desire to act, however ill the cause, is stronger than the wish to listen. | languedoc-trilogy sepulchre | Kate Mosse | |
| 20cd545 | Remember why the Sith are more powerful than the Jedi, Sidious: because we are not afraid to feel. We embrace the spectrum of emotions, from the heights of transcendent joy to the depths of hatred and despair. Fearless, we welcome whatever paths the dark side sets us on, and whatever destiny it lays out for us. | James Luceno | ||
| 53bc864 | Tarkin smiled. "Someone once said that politics is little more than the systematic organization of hostilities." | James Luceno | ||
| 5171326 | For it is the nature of people to love, then destroy, then love again that which they value most. | Neale Donald Walsch | ||
| 9cd2eeb | Say your truth--kindly, but fully and completely. Live your truth, gently, but totally and consistently. Change your truth easily and quickly when your experience brings you new clarity. | Neale Donald Walsch | ||
| 7dd3b38 | Don't mix your heart with your liver. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| fdd6fa8 | Six books... my mother didn't want books falling into my hands. It never occurred to her that I fell into the books - that I put myself inside them for safe keeping. | reading | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 8e38c3a | I love you' is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| a07c838 | The stories we sit up late to hear are love stories. It seems that we cannot know enough about this riddle of our lives. We go back and back to the same scenes, the same words, trying to scrape out the meaning. Nothing could be more familiar than love. Nothing else eludes us so completely. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 96f2176 | To say exactly what one means, even to one's own private satisfaction, is difficult. To say exactly what one means and to involve another person is harder still. Communication between you and me relies on assumptions, associations, commonalities and a kind of agreed shorthand, which no-one could precisely define but which everyone would admit exists. That is one reason why it is an effort to have a proper conversation in a foreign language... | words | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 55405c7 | Happiness was still on the other side of a glass door, but at least she could see it through the glass, like a prisoner being visited by a longed-for loved one. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| d0fcce7 | I knew clearly that I could not rebuild my life or put it back together in any way. I had no idea what might lie on the other side of this place. I only knew that the before-world was gone forever. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| cc80ec1 | i realize that the future, though invisible, has weight. We are in the gravitational pull of past and future. It takes huge energy -speed of light power- to break the gravitational pull. How many of us ever get free of our orbit? We tease ourselves with fancy notions of free will and self-help courses that direct our lives. We believe we can be our own miracles, and just a lottery win or Mr.right will make the world new. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| d4d3165 | So when people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated middle classes, or that it shouldn't be read in school because it is irrelevant, or any of the strange and stupid things that are said about poetry and its place in our lives, I suspect that the people doing the saying have had things pretty easy. A tough life needs a tough language - and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers - a language powerful.. | literature reading poetry inspiration philosophy finding-meaning tough-life solace healing | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 7acabda | The fatal combination of indulgence without feeling disgusts me. Strange to be both greedy and dead. For myself, I prefer to hold my desires just out of reach of appetite, to keep myself honed and sharp. I want the keen edge of longing. it is so easy to be a brute and yet it has become rather fashionable. Is that the consequence of leaving your body to science? Of assuming that another pill, another drug, another car, another pocket-sized h.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 3f0d57d | She was fragile, gentle, wide awake in a sleeping world. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 46c6c91 | I am civilised. My feelings are not. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 9a7ff65 | I don't want to eke out my life like a resource in short supply. The only selfish life is a timid one. To hold back, to withdraw, to keep the best in reserve, both overvalues the self, and undervalues what the self is. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 04f4d9c | She said she'd often wondered why she wanted to do some things and not do other things at all. Well, it was obvious with some things, but for others, there was no reason there. She'd spent a long time puzzling it out, then she thought that what you'd done in a past life you didn't need to do again, and what you had to do in the future, you wouldn't be ready to do now. | life lesbian reincarnation | Jeanette Winterson |