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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0ae2b56 | Downhill. Thoughts of suicide to stop it all now while I am still in control and aware of the world around me. But then I think of Charlie waiting at the window. His life is not mine to throw away. I've just burrowed it for a while, and now I'm being asked to return it. | flowers-for-algernon | Daniel Keyes | |
| 53a8038 | Whatever happens to me, I will have lived a thousand normal lives by what I might add to others not yet born. | Daniel Keyes | ||
| de92341 | But the deeper I get tangled up in this mass of dreams and memories the more I realize that emotional problems can't be solved as intellectual problems are. | Daniel Keyes | ||
| 84cb136 | The feeling of cold grayness was everywhere around me-a sense of resignation. There had been no talk of rehabilitation, of cure, of someday sending these people out into the world again. No one had spoken of hope. The feeling was of living death-or worse, of never having been fully alive and knowing. Souls withered from the beginning, and doomed to stare into the time and space of every day. | flowers-for-algernon | Daniel Keyes | |
| a9cbe39 | What an incredible thing! How much less they had than other human beings. Mentally retarded, deaf, mute - and still eagerly sanding benches. | mental-health | Daniel Keyes | |
| 6b0bbf5 | Something important is always about to happen... And if not, you'd do well to act as if it were. You'll enjoy life better that way. | Julia Quinn | ||
| a5d1155 | Click. The door swung open. "Three," James said with a slightly self-satisfied smile. "Well done," Caroline said. He smiled back at her. "I've never met a woman or a lock that didn't love me." | Julia Quinn | ||
| 43c1495 | Help me. Please?" She gave him an abashed nod (but not nearly so abashed as she ought) and turned to Harriet. "I think that Lord Winstead refers to the rhyming qualities of the title." Harriet blinked a few times. "It doesn't rhyme." "Oh, for heaven's sake," Elizabeth burst out. " Finstead Winstead?" Harriet's gasp very nearly sucked the air from the room. "I never noticed!" she exclaimed. "Obviously," her sister drawled. "I must have been .. | the-crazy-smythe-smiths julia-quinn | Julia Quinn | |
| 79a1b94 | Have you seen Frances?" He tilted his head to the right. "I believe she's off rooting about in the bushes." Anne followed his gaze uneasily. "Rooting?" "She told me she was practicing for the next play." Anne blinked at him, not following. "For when she gets to be a unicorn." "Oh, of course." She chuckled. "She is rather tenacious, that one." | anne julia-quinn daniel | Julia Quinn | |
| 5cb69ef | And when he kissed her . . . All she wanted was more. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, and for the first time in her life, Sarah truly believed that she was. She touched his cheek. "So are you." Hugh smiled down at her, a silly half grin that told her he did not believe her for one second." | the-sum-of-all-kisses sarah julia-quinn | Julia Quinn | |
| cd5b094 | Does that feel better?" she asked, not expecting any sort of an answer but feeling nonetheless that she ought to continue with her one-sided conversation. "I really don't know very much about caring for the ill, but it just seems to me like you'd want something cool on your brow. I know if I were sick, that's how I'd feel." He shifted restlessly, mumbling something utterly incoherent. "Really?" Sophie replied, trying to smile but failing mi.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 77e2900 | You're very impatient," Violet said, facing the door. "You always have been." "I know," Eloise said, wondering if this was a scolding, and if so, why was her mother choosing to do it now? "I always loved that about you," Violet said. "I always loved everything about you, of course, but for some reason I always found your impatience especially charming. It was never because you wanted more, it was because you wanted everything." Eloise wasn'.. | love mother | Julia Quinn | |
| a51248d | He blinked a few times, each motion so slow that he was never quite sure if he'd get his eyes open again. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Funny how he was only just realizing it. Funnier still that he couldn't seem to summon any concern for her maidenly sensibilities. She might be blushing. He couldn't tell. It was too dark to see. But it didn't matter. This was Honoria. She was a good egg. A sensible egg. She wouldn't be scarred forever by the .. | just-like-heaven marcus julia-quinn | Julia Quinn | |
| 5b9bf29 | He didn't like her. He really didn't, but by God, he'd have sold a piece of his soul right then to dance with her | love | Julia Quinn | |
| 62eadf1 | She smelled like England, of soft rain and sun-kissed meadows. And she felt like the best kind of heaven. He wanted to wrap himself around, bury himself within her, and stay there for all of his days. He hadn't had a drop to drink in three years, but he was intoxicated now, bubbling with a lightness he'd never thought to feel again. | Julia Quinn | ||
| cc29bd4 | But looking beautiful isn't, I think, as important as feeling beautiful, | Julia Quinn | ||
| 68a89e3 | If he was planning to attack and ravish, he gave no indication of being in a hurry to do so. | Julia Quinn | ||
| efaa70d | It wasn"t even desire. It was far more than that. It was love. Love. With a capital L and swirly script and hearts and flowers and whatever else the angels-- and yes, all those annoying little cupids--wished to use for embellishment." -- | Julia Quinn | ||
| 03fad28 | Eloiseis getting married as well." "Eloise?" Michael asked with some surprise. "Was she even being courted by anyone?" "No," Francesca said, quickly flipping to the third sheet of her mother"s letter. "It"s someone she"s never met." "Well, I imagine she"s met him now," Michael said in a dry voice." | Julia Quinn | ||
| b46aeb0 | Am I not allowed to speak in hyperbole?" "Only," he said, a bit too smoothly, "if you are talking about me." Ellie's face slid into a smirk. "Oh, Charles," she exclaimed, "I feel as if we have known each other for a million years." Her tone grew more ironic. "I am that weary of your company." | eleanor | Julia Quinn | |
| 6fd1658 | It's too hard to explain,' he said in a petulant mutter. 'If you want a new direction for your life,' she said, 'then for heaven's sake, just pick something out and do it. The world is your oyster, Colin. You're young, wealthy, and you're a *man*.' Penelope's voice turned bitter, resentful. 'You can do anything you want.' He scowled, which didn't surprise her. When people were convinced they had problems, the last thing they wanted to hear .. | Julia Quinn | ||
| e6452ba | In the end, it's only the moments that we have, the kiss on the palm, the joint wonder at the furrowed texture of a fir trunk or at the infinitude of grains of sand in a dune. Only the moments. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| f211fb3 | If two people love the same thing, she reasoned, then they must love each other, at least a little, even if they never say it. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 6239b82 | Farewell!" was the cry of my heart as I left him. Despair added, "Farewell for ever!" -- | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 2a920f7 | I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home--my only home. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| e180041 | I will do my best: it is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| aa00a80 | I am sure, sir, I should never mistake informality for insolence: one I rather like, the other nothing free-born would submit to, even for a salary | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| e05be9d | As to the thoughts, they are elfish. Those eyes in the Evening Star you must have seen in a dream. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 5112f23 | There was nothing to cool or banish love in these circumstances, though much to create despair. Much, too, you will think, reader, to engender jealousy: if a woman, in my position, could presume to be jealous of a woman in Miss Ingram's. But I was not jealous...Miss Ingram was a mark beneath jealousy: she was too inferior to excite the feeling. Pardon the seeming paradox; I mean what I say. She was very showy, but she was not genuine; she h.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| c4dc23b | How can it be that Jane is with me, and says she loves me? Will she not depart as suddenly as she came? To-morrow, I fear I shall find her no more. | love mr-rochester jane-eyre | Charlotte Brontë Brontë | |
| 8314902 | Speak," he urged. "What about, sir?" "Whatever you like. I leave both the choice of subject and the manner of treating it entirely to yourself." Accordingly I sat and said nothing. "If he expects me to talk, for the mere sake of talking and showing off, he will find he has addressed himself to the wrong person," I thought." | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| d4b7cd2 | Your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| eb9dd4f | I had wanted to compromise with Fate: to escape occasional great agonies by submitting to a whole life of privation and small pains. | fate pain | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 43aca6b | Besides, I seemed to hold two lives--the life of thought, and that of reality; and, provided the former was nourished with a sufficiency of the strange necromantic joys of fancy, the privileges of the latter might remain limited to daily bread, hourly work, and a roof of shelter. | thought | Charlotte Brontë | |
| b0e534e | Then her soul sat on her lips, and language flowed, from what source I cannot tell. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| e292297 | Something real, cool, and solid, lies before you something unromantic as Monday morning, when all who have work wake with the consciousness that they must rise and betake themselves thereto. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 97e1f4d | your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me... | madness love fury | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 504388f | Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 45c49c0 | As the wind swelled, my tree started to sway. Almost like a human body it swung back and around, gently at first, then more and more wildly. While the swaying intensified, so did my fears that the trunk might snap and hurl me to the ground. But in time my confidence returned. Amazed at how the tree could be at once so flexible and so sturdy, I held on tight as it bent and waved, twisted and swirled, slicing curves and arcs through the air. .. | T.A. Barron | ||
| 1a04bbe | Out of the welter of rapture and anger and heartbreak and hurt pride that he had left, depression emerged to sit upon her shoulder like a carrion crow. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 9f2fa68 | Scarlett, when you are forty-five, perhaps you will know what I'm talking about and then perhaps you, too, will be tired of imitation gentry and shoddy manners and cheap emotions. But I doubt it. I think you'll always be more attracted by glister than by gold. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| e633562 | Why, why, her mind stuttered, I believe women could manage everything in the world without men's help--except having babies, and God knows, no woman in her right mind would have babies if she could help it. | women gone-with-the-wind | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 8d3ac1b | Don't you suppose men get surprised after they're married to find that their wives do have sense?" "Well, it's too late den. Dey's already mahied." | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| cb2abe3 | I've done murder and so I can surely do this. | Margaret Mitchell |