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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d03e968 | For a detective or street police, the only real satisfaction is the work itself; when a cop spends more and more time getting aggravated with the details, he's finished. The attitude of co-workers, the indifference of superiors, the poor quality of the equipment - all of it pales if you still love the job; all of it matters if you don't. | David Simon | ||
| d25d655 | In experiments at Baylor University where people were given Coke and Pepsi in unmarked cups and then hooked up to a brain scanner, the device clearly showed a certain number of them preferred Pepsi while tasting it. When those people were told they were drinking Pepsi, a fraction of them, the ones who had enjoyed Coke all their lives, did something unexpected. The scanner showed their brains scrambling the pleasure signals, dampening them. .. | David McRaney | ||
| 6666c7a | Do you vote? If not, is it because you think it doesn't matter because things never change, or politicians are evil on both sides, or one vote in several million doesn't count? Yeah, that's learned helplessness. | David McRaney | ||
| f2c8630 | The real trouble begins when confirmation bias distorts your active pursuit of facts. | David McRaney | ||
| 53f8bfd | Every man has his personal devil waiting for him somewhere. | John le Carré | ||
| 1d40cbe | Everything he admired or loved had been the product of intense individualism. ...when had mass philosophies ever brought benefit or wisdom? | philosophy wisdom | John le Carré | |
| 36536d0 | Look, we are getting to be old men, and we've spent our lives looking for the weaknesses in one another's systems... Don't you think it's time to recognise that there is as little worth on your side as there is on mine? | logical-thinking | John le Carré | |
| b253fca | What do you think spies are: priests, saints, and martyrs? They're a squalid procession of vain fools, traitors too, yes; pansies, sadists, and drunkards, people who play cowboys and Indians to brighten their rotten lives. Do you think they sit like monks in London balancing the rights and wrongs? I'd have killed Mundt if I could, I hate his guts; but not now. It so happens that they need him. They need him so that the great moronic mass th.. | John le Carré | ||
| 226f623 | Why am I despising you when I'm about to change your life? | John le Carré | ||
| 458266b | They fought like champions. For a minute. Just when it was getting interesting, both boys were hauled away their collars. A watchful parent. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 509dc86 | His hair is like feathers. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 44e3ff3 | You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn. | man guy stubborn | Markus Zusak | |
| b2cb1cc | He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder he became, the more he melted. | snowman paradox sad | Markus Zusak | |
| b163fca | Time will tell, I suppose, or at least, these pages will. | time tell | Markus Zusak | |
| a4024c5 | To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thing, incessantly: "Get it done, get it done." So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 031935d | Within minutes, mounds of concrete and earth were stacked and piled. The streets were ruptured veins. Blood streamed till it was dried on the road, and the bodies were stuck there, like driftwood after the flood. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 61f4763 | The pain of WATCHING them! What about their pain? | Markus Zusak | ||
| d1a0efb | And please," Ilsa Hermann advised her, "don't punish yourself, like you said you would. Don't be like me, Liesel." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 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 rudy-steiner markus-zusak 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. | dark expose ripped-off sores lights building skin city | 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 | |
| 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. | dissatisfaction restlessness discontent frustration | 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?" | sentiment ideas | 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. | idealism icarus | 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 virginia-woolf modern-fiction | 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? | religion love separateness rooms mystery | 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 |