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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f206968 | But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get. | the-bell-jar | Sylvia Plath | |
| 99438e1 | if a man chooses to be promiscuous, he may still turn up his nose at promiscuity. He may still demand a woman be faithful to him, to save him from his own lust. But women have lust, too. Why should they be relegated to the position of custodian of emotions, watcher of the infants, feeder of soul,body and pride of man? | journals sylvia-plath | Sylvia Plath | |
| e797ed7 | I hate Technicolor. Everybody in a Technicolor movie seems to feel obliged to wear a lurid costume in each new scene and to stand around like a clotheshorse with a lot of very green trees or very yellow wheat or very blue ocean rolling away for miles and miles in every direction. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| a50dfd0 | Can nothingness be so prodigal? | Sylvia Plath | ||
| be74bc8 | All, all, becomes profitable. Education is of the most satisfying and available nature. I am at Smith! Which two years ago was a doubtful dream - and that fortuitous change of dream to reality has led me to desire more, and to lash myself onward - onward. | education | Sylvia Plath | |
| aac0f69 | I'm so jealous I can't speak. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 91a2c80 | Sunflowers and seashells and logarithmic spirals (said Kerewin); sweep of galaxies and the singing curve of the universe (said Kerewin); the oscilating wave thrumming in the nothingness of every atom's heart (said Kerewin); did you think I could build a square house? So the round shell house holds them all in its spiralling embrace. Noise and riot, peace and quiet, all is music in this sphere. | Keri Hulme | ||
| 528d838 | The fullness ends when we give Nature her ransom, when we make children for her. Then she is through with us, and we become, first inside, and then outside, junk. Flower stalks. | life parenthood | John Updike | |
| cb3931e | The moral bottom had dropped out of my world without changing a mote of sunlight. | John Cheever | ||
| ce048fb | If I see my city as beautiful and bewitching, then my life must be so too. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 475a2c5 | To read a novel is to wonder constantly, even at moments when we lose ourselves most deeply in the book: How much of this is fantasy, and how much is real? | novel reading reality | Orhan Pamuk | |
| a183575 | The sea was as dark as dreams and as deep as sleep | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| f6d740d | But now, my dear, we are here, we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| bf49641 | You love because you want to need someone the way you did when you were a child, and have them need you too. You eat well because the intensity of taste reminds you of a need satisfied, a pain relieved. The finest paintings are nothing more than the red head of a flower, nodding in the breeze, when you were two years old; the most exciting film is just the way everything was, back in the days when you stared goggle-eyed at the whirling chao.. | art childhood love | Michael Marshall Smith | |
| c51ec66 | We'll abduct Garian. Or Jason." "And--?" "And dump them into the ocean. Nobody would ever pay a ransom for them." | Sherwood Smith | ||
| e444f0b | So here we were, fifty men and fifty women, with IQs over 150 and bodies of unusual health and strength, slogging elitely through the mud and slush of central Missouri, reflecting on the usefulness of our skill in building bridges on worlds where the only fluid is an occasional standing pool of liquid helium. | Joe Haldeman | ||
| d41429c | I've built something valuable here. But valuable things also have a way of being misunderstood in their own time. Everyone wants a quick fix. We're tired of being afraid, tired of being sad, tired of feeling overwhelmed, tired of feeling tired. We want the old day back, and we don't even remember them, and we want to push into the future, paradoxically, at top speed. Patience and forbearance become the first casualties of progress. | Dennis Lehane | ||
| f375163 | He wanted to go on for hours. He wanted someone to listen to him and to understand that speech wasn't just about communicating ideas or opinions. Sometimes, it was about trying to convey whole human lives. And while you knew even before you opened your mouth that you'd fail, somehow the trying was what mattered. The trying was all you had. | Dennis Lehane | ||
| e2c7523 | He'd told his son recently that life was luck. But life, he'd come to realize as he aged, was also memory. The recollection of moments often proved richer than the moment themselves. | Dennis Lehane | ||
| 73baedf | Chuck said, "Hey. How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?" Cawley looked over at him. "I'll bite. How many?" "Fish," Chuck said and let loose a bright bark of a laugh." | Dennis Lehane | ||
| d960f6e | I'm just saying there are threads, okay? Threads in our lives. You pull one, and everything else gets affected. | Dennis Lehane | ||
| 41be497 | With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds. | Aimee Bender | ||
| b202695 | While the sound mixing was underway, Bonzo was on the loose, taking care of buisness his own way. One night he showed up backstage at a Deep Purple concert at the Nassau Coliseum on Long Island. Bonzo was drunk and in very high spirits, and was wobbling on his feet in the wings when he noticed a free microphone during a lull in the music. Staggering forward, Bonzo walked out onto the stage before the Deep Purple roadies could grab him. The .. | Stephen Davis | ||
| a619786 | So I don't even get a chance to learn before I'm being judged. | truth-of-life | Orson Scott Card | |
| 97fc531 | Ender had come to feel a unity so strong that the word "we" came to his lips much more easily than "I" | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 538d1a9 | It didn't matter he was brilliant and dedicated and good. He was a child. He was young. No he isn't, thought Ender. Small, yes. Bur Bean has been through a battle with a whole army depending on him and on the soldiers that he led. and he performed splendidly, and the won. There's no youth in that. No childhood. | childhood good life live responsibility small young | Orson Scott Card | |
| dd3f569 | Aw, Poke, you poor, kind, decent, stupid girl. You saved me and I let you down. | poke regret | Orson Scott Card | |
| 9d9d003 | Your ego-depletion seems problematically difficult to assuage. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| b9d802d | I am only what I remember. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 1499c65 | You don't want to give God the credit because you don't think he exists. But if you're going to blame him for all the crap, kid, you got to give him credit for what grows from that fertilized soil. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| b6307d4 | Perhaps it's called the end of the world because it's the end of the games, because I can go to one of the villages and become one of the little boys working and playing there, with nothing to kill and nothing to kill me, just living there. As he thought of it, though, he could not imagine what "just living" might actually be. He had never done it in his life. But he wanted to do it anyway." | Orson Scott Card | ||
| ac942e3 | Where ideas are real and reality is shadow. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 9621c7c | I could become a businessman and run some big corporation, I'd scramble and maneuver until I was at the top of everything and what would I have? Nothing. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| c2a1fa2 | Ender had never spoken of that to anyone, not even to Mother, but had kept it as a memory of holiness, of how his mother loved him when she thought that no one, not even he, could see or hear. That was what Alai had given him: a gift so sacred that even Ender could not be allowed to understand what it meant. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| d5e5fa4 | If the act is evil, the actor is evil. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| fc3387d | Your attitude is perhaps a little unnecessarily rigorous," suggested Jack." | Robin McKinley | ||
| e25a3dc | One keeps searching for ease, she did not say, and not finding it, till the memories of no-pain seem only like daydreams. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 8258e64 | She had had insomnia badly when she was fresh from Home.... She had had only occasional bad nights since then. Bad? she thought. Why bad? I rarely feel much the worse the next day, except for a sort of moral irritability that seems to go with the feeling that I ought to have spent all those silent hours asleep. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 3afc51d | There was, too, a reality to her new life that her old life had lacked, and she realized with a shock that she had never truly loved or hated, for she had never seen the world she had been used to living in closely enough for it to evoke passion in her. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 551ad29 | There was a certain bitter humor to lying awake wishing for something one cannot have, after lying awake not so long ago wishing for the opposite thing that one had just lost. Not a very useful sort of adaptability, this, she thought. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 8639b8b | That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them | growing-up l-m-montgomery | L. M. Montgomery | |
| 3a511a2 | Lovely thoughts came flying to meet me like birds. They weren't my thoughts. I couldn't think anything half so exquisite. They came from somewhere. | inspiration muse | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 0fa548e | Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it. | tomorrow | L M Montgomery | |
| 88c73de | He who ascends to mountaintops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below | Barbara Taylor Bradford |