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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f1184bb | He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them. | liesel-meminger markus-zusak rudy-steiner the-book-thief | Markus Zusak | |
| 9894d6c | Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest of dark corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember them. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 96fd8ec | Quite frankly, so am I, because what I'm about to tell you is a fact. In this country, there is only one thing that can draw a crown without any shadow of a doubt. The answer? Beer. Free beer. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 05abc9d | I did it because you are the epitome of ordinariness. | Markus Zusak | ||
| c580de0 | The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores - like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city's skin. | building city dark expose lights ripped-off skin sores | Markus Zusak | |
| 341433c | She laughed and he felt her breath, and he thought about that warmness, how people were warm like that, from inside to out; how it could hit you and disappear, then back again, and nothing was ever permanent-- | life | Markus Zusak | |
| f50c1c8 | I've just stopped talking to you. It seems so strange. It's perfectly peaceful here--they're playing bowls--I'd just put flowers in your room. And there you sit with the bombs falling around you. What can one say-- except that I love you and I've got to live through this strange quiet evening thinking of you sitting there alone. Dearest-- let me have a line... You have given me such happiness... | virginia-woolf vita-sackville-west | Virginia Woolf | |
| 7a3dc38 | before parting that night we agreed that the objects of life were to produce good people and good books. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 494feba | Oh, if somewhere there were a being strong and handsome, a valiant heart, passionate and sensitive at once, a poet's spirit in an angel's form, a lyre with strings of steel, sounding sweet-sad epithalamiums to the heavens, then why should she not find that being? | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 35aa81f | Financial demands, of all the rough winds that blow upon our love, (are) quite the coldest and the most biting. | money | Gustave Flaubert | |
| a57039a | Self-confidence depends on environment: one does not speak in the same tone in the drawing room than in the kitchen. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| f4522dd | This haze of blood must subside, the palace must collapse under the weight of the riches it conceals, the orgy must finish and the time come to awaken. | ending | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 8f6772f | But she--her life was cold as a garret whose dormer window looks on the north, and ennui, the silent spider, was weaving its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart. | discontent dissatisfaction frustration restlessness | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 140a51e | There comes a point at which you stop writing and think all the more | writing | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 79fc3d6 | Beautiful things spoil nothing. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 747c508 | La conversation de Charles etait plate comme un trottoir de rue, et les idees de tout le monde y defilaient dans leur costume ordinaire, sans exciter d'emotion, de rire ou de reverie | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 8146870 | Has it ever happened to you," Leon went on, "to come across some vague idea of one's own in a book, some dim image that comes to you from afar, and as the completest expression of your own slightest sentiment?" | ideas sentiment | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 5a3a7d8 | I love the autumn--that melancholy season that suits memories so well. When the trees have lost their leaves, when the sky at sunset still preserves the russet hue that fills with gold the withered grass, it is sweet to watch the final fading of the fires that until recently burnt within you. | fall | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 39b98e2 | How oft the warmth of the sun above Makes a pretty young girl dream of love. | icarus idealism | gustave flaubert | |
| 24d5ab3 | Enthusiasm is a form of social courage. | Gretchen Rubin | ||
| 79ba1d1 | Studies show that each common interest between people boosts the chances of a lasting relationship and also brings about a 2 percent increase in life satisfaction. | Gretchen Rubin | ||
| 82e95b9 | And indeed, it cannot be denied that the most successful practitioners of life, often unknown people by the way, somehow contrive to synchronize the sixty or seventy different times which beat simultaneously in every normal human system, so that when eleven strikes, all the rest chime in unison, and the present is neither a violent disruption nor completely forgotten in the past. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| fc68261 | And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us break her and bully her, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured. | fiction modern-fiction virginia-woolf | Virginia Woolf | |
| 5d82eac | The sky is blue,' he said, 'the grass is green.' Looking up, he saw that, on the contrary, the sky is like the veils which a thousand Madonnas have let fall from their hair; and the grass fleets and darkens like a flight of girls fleeing the embraces of hairy satyrs from enchanted woods. 'Upon my word,' he said [...], 'I don't see that one's more true than another. Both are utterly false. | metaphor | Virginia Woolf | |
| 447f864 | And the supreme mystery was simply this: here was one room; there another. Did religion solve that, or love? | love mystery religion rooms separateness | Virginia Woolf | |
| 6cb51a1 | But she had nothing. She had forbidden music. Grating her fingers in the bark, she damned the audience. Panic seized her. Blood seemed to pour from her shoes. This is death, death, death, she noted in the margin of her mind; when illusion fails. Unable to lift her hand, she stood facing the audience. And then the shower fell, sudden, profuse. No one had seen the cloud coming. There it was, black, swollen, on top of them. Down it poured like.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 6f1ea37 | All the same that one day should follow another; Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday; that one should wake up in the morning; see the sky; walk in the park...then these roses; it was enough. After that, how unbelievable death was! -- that it must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 315b017 | There was nobody. Her words faded. So a rocket fades. Its sparks, having grazed their way into the night, surrender to it, dark descends, pours over the outlines of houses and towers; bleak hillsides soften and fall in. But though they are gone, the night is full of them; robbed of colour, blank of windows, they exist more ponderously, give out what the frank daylight fails to transmit--the trouble and suspense of things conglomerated there.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| ad44eb3 | How curiously one is changed by the addition, even at a distance, of a friend. How useful an office one's friends perform when they recall us. Yet how painful to be recalled, to be mitigated, to have one's self adulterated, mixed up, become part of another. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 1d9f388 | She was singing] a senseless singsong, so that several park keepers looked at her with suspicion and were only brought to a favorable opinion of her sanity by noticing the pearl necklace she wore. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| b0ec643 | In the 18th century we knew how everything was done, but here I rise through the air, I listen to voices in America, I see men flying- but how is it done? I can't even begin to wonder. So my belief in magic returns. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 3bd9ae0 | I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| b8aa5ab | That is why Napoleon and Mussolini both insist so emphatically upon the inferiority of women, for if they were not inferior, they would cease to enlarge. That serves to explain in part the necessity that women so often are to men. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 44b323d | Rhoda comes now, having slipped in while we were not looking. She must have made a tortuous course, taking cover now behind a waiter, now behind some ornamental pillar, so as to put off as long as possible the shock of recognition, so as to be secure for one more moment to rock her petals in her basin. We wake her. We torture her. She dreads us, she despises us, yet she comes cringing to our sides because for al our cruelty there is always .. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 2059c6f | Those great wars which the body wages with the mind a slave to it, in the solitude of the bedroom against the assault of fever or the oncome of melancholia, are neglected. Nor is the reason far to seek. To look these things squarely in the face would need the courage of a lion tamer; a robust philosophy; a reason rooted in the bowels of the earth. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 33070a6 | The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate account of it. The streets of London have their map; but our passions are uncharted. What are you going to meet if you turn this corner? | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 7ba6c78 | So that was the Lighthouse, was it? No, the other was also the Lighthouse. For nothing was simply one thing | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 2490948 | At one moment we deplore our birth and state and aspire to an ascetic exaltation; the next we are overcome by the smell of some old garden path and weep to hear the thrushes sing. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| f7da26c | But he could not bring himself to say he loved her; not in so many words.) | humour love | Virginia Woolf | |
| c4f7a59 | Do you remember the lake?' she said, in an abrupt voice, under the pressure of an emotion which caught her heart, made the muscles of her throat stiff, and contracted her lips in a spasm as she said 'lake.' For she was a child, throwing bread to the ducks, between her parents, and at the same time a grown woman coming to her parents who stood by the lake, holding her life in her arms which, as she neared them grew larger and larger in her a.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 44533ab | Yet it is true that there was an absent mindedness about her which sometimes made her clumsy; she was apt to think of poetry when she should have been thinking of taffeta; her walk was a little too much of a stride for a woman, perhaps, and her gestures, being abrupt, might endanger a cup of tea on occasion. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| e7ede91 | I thought at last that it was time to roll up the crumpled skin of the day, with its arguments and its impressions and its anger and its laughter, and cast it into the hedge. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 992e0d3 | Twice Flush had done his utmost to kill his enemy; twice he had failed. And why had he failed, he asked himself? Because he loved Miss Barrett. Looking up at her from under his eyebrows as she lay, severe and silent on the sofa, he knew that he must love her for ever. Things are not simple but complex. If he bit Mr. Browning he bit her too. Hatred is not hatred; hatred is also love. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 5760945 | There was a serenity about him always that had the look of innocence, when, technically, the word was no longer applicable. | Virginia Woolf |