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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b802b1c | We all want to know what went wrong, even when there isn't really an answer to that question. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| b662771 | At the first gesture of morning, flies began stirring. | Charles Frazier | ||
| f922624 | I consider it a mutual duty, that we owe to each other, to communicate in a spirit of the utmost frankness and candor. Let it ever be done with unlocked hearts. | Charles Frazier | ||
| 30162b8 | The man had asked, Why do you want sheep? The wool? Meat? Monroe's answer had been, For the atmosphere. | Charles Frazier | ||
| 91733c5 | she knew in her heart that nature has a preference for a particular order: parents die, then children die. But it was a harsh design, offering little relief from pain, for being in accord with it means that the fortunate find themselves orphaned. | Charles Frazier | ||
| 36e16d8 | Bleak as the scene was, though, there was growing joy in Inman's heart. He was nearing home; he could feel it in the touch of thin air on skin, in his longing to see the lead of hearth smoke from the houses of people he had known all his life. People he would not be called upon to hate or fear. He rose and took a wide stance on the rock and stood and pinched down his eyes to sharpen the view across the vast propect to one far mountain. It s.. | Charles Frazier | ||
| 30305a2 | A distressingly large portion of the world doesn't do you any good whatsoever. | Charles Frazier | ||
| ebdc5fd | It wasn't the risk," I said, flicking my toes at a big black-and-white splotched carp. "Or not entirely. It was--well, it was partly fear, but mostly it was that I--I couldn't leave Jamie." I shrugged helplessly. "I--simply couldn't." | jamie-fraser | Diana Gabaldon | |
| c638e87 | He had crossed the room with no notion what he might say or do - he had no knowledge of the language of condolence, no skill at social small talk; his metier was business and politics. And yet, when his hostess had introduced them and left, he found himself still holding the hand he had kissed, looking into soft brown eyes that drowned his soul. And without further thought or hesitation had said, 'God help me, I am in love with you. | trevelyan | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 9a46a2c | Your mother said that Fraser sent her back to me, knowing that I would protect her--and you. ... And like him, perhaps I send you back, knowing---as he knew of me--that he will protect you with his life. I love you forever, Brianna. I know whose child you truly are. With all my love, Dad. | daughters fathers love protection safety | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 25d72e8 | You should know, Bree--I don't regret it. In spite of everything, I don't regret it. You'll know something now, of how lonely I was for so long, without Jamie. It doesn't matter. If the price of that separation was your life, neither Jamie nor I can regret it. Bree, you are worth everything--and more. I've done a great many things in my life, so far, but the most important of them all was to love your father and you. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 179019e | I want to take ye to bed. In my bed. And I mean to spend the rest of the day thinking what to do wit ye once I got ye there. So wee Archie can just go and play at marbles with his bollucks, aye? | love romance | Diana Gabaldon | |
| fd9e4d9 | He wanted to laugh; the vision of her pounding that wee boy in a fury of berserk rage, hair flying in the wind and a look of blood in her eye, was one he would treasure. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 68f4fd1 | For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary. It is all. It is undying. And it is enough | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0d8431c | I loved Frank...I loved him alot. But by that time, Jamie was my heart and the breath of my body. I couldn't leave him. I couldn't. | jamie-fraser | Diana Gabaldon | |
| b887e49 | Don't move, Sassenach," Jamie's voice came softly, next to me. "Just for a moment, mo duinne--be still." I obligingly froze, until he touched me on the shoulder. "That's all right, Sassenach," he said, with a smile in his voice. "It's only that ye looked so beautiful, wi' the fire on your face, and your hair waving in the wind. I wanted to remember it." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e86a016 | I will find you," he whispered in my ear. "I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you--then that is my punishment,which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest." His voice dropped, nearly to a whi.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 800d55a | You do mean it, then," I said. "You feel ... er ... betrothed to her?" "Well, of course he does, Sassenach," Jamie said, reaching for another slice of toast. "He left her his dog." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c49ffbe | Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone. I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One. I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f3ee1a7 | Damn," I said softly to myself. I had been fighting it for some time. Even before this ridiculous marriage, I had been more than conscious of his attraction. It had happened before, as it doubtless happens to almost everyone. A sudden sensitivity to the presence, the appearance, of a particular man--or woman, I suppose. The urge to follow him with my eyes, to arrange for small "inadvertent" meetings, to watch him unawares as he went about h.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 18d93d6 | Brave' covers everything from complete insanity and bloody disregard of other people's lives - generals tend to go in for that sort - to drunkenness, foolhardiness, and outright idiocy - to the sort of thing that will make a man sweat and tremble and throw up . . . and go and do what he thinks he has to do anyway. | claire-fraser generals war | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 052ede0 | He pressed me firmly to him, and I could feel that he was more than ready to get on with the business at hand. With some surprise, I realized that I was ready too. In fact, whether it was the result of the late hour, the wine, his own attractiveness, or simple deprivation, I wanted him quite badly. | jamie-fraser | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 5498813 | And found myself lying with my head in Jamie's lap. And heard him saying softly, to himself or to me, "For your sake, I will continue--though for mine alone ... I would not." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 34cc921 | IN THE LIGHT OF eternity, time casts no shadow. Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. But what is it that the old women see? We see necessity, and we do the things that must be done. Young women don't see--they are, and the spring of life runs through them. Ours is the guarding of the spring, ours the shielding of the light we have lit, the flame that we are. What have I seen? You are the vision of my youth, the.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3022594 | Do ye want me to be a horse, a bear, or a dog?" "A hedgehog." "A hedgehog? And just how does a hedgehog make love?" he demanded. No, I thought. I won't. I will not. But I did. "Very carefully," I replied, giggling helplessly. So now we know just how old that one is, I thought." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3046538 | I can stand on my own feet; I don't need any man's mahogany desk to prop me up | William Faulkner | ||
| 8b3e0de | I said You don't know what worry is. I don't know what it is. I don't know whether I am worrying or not. Whether I can or not . I don't know whether I can cry or not. I don't know whether I have tried to or not. I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth. | William Faulkner | ||
| e714e31 | I reckon that being good is about the easiest thing in the world for a lazy man. | William Faulkner | ||
| 9faf36a | Caddy put her arms around me, and her shining veil, and I couldn't smell trees anymore and I began to cry. | the-sound-and-the-fury william-faulkner | William Faulkner | |
| 9131fba | Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past. | past | Wallace Stegner | |
| 0f65840 | It happens that I despise that locution, "having sex," which describes something a good deal more mechanical than making love and a good deal less fun than fucking." | Wallace Stegner | ||
| f746c09 | It is almost impossible to write fiction about the Mormons, for the reason that Mormon institutions and Mormon society are so peculiar that they call for constant explanation. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| 471d01f | There is nothing like a doorbell to precipitate the potential into the kinetic. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| a48f90a | It had been two weeks since her first real boyfriend, Jason, had broken up with her on the eve of the first day of school. His exact words had been "Babe, you know I think you're the best and all, but it's my senior year and I can't have the baggage of a relationship. I gotta live it up, play the field. You get it, right?" Uh, not exactly. So Michele had to begin her junior year with a broken heart, which grew all the more painful last week.. | Alexandra Monir | ||
| 0a8ab85 | There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction they are going! There's no knowing where they're rowing, Or which way the river's flowing! Not a speck of light is showing, So the danger must be growing, For the rowers keep on rowing, And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing. . . . | Roald Dahl | ||
| f8e7693 | I, Willy Wonka, have decided to allow five children - just five, mind you, and no more - to visit my factory this year. | Roald Dahl | ||
| a37c347 | Then there was a hard brown lozenge called the Tonsil Tickler. The Tonsil Tickler tasted and smelled very strongly of chloroform. We had not the slightest doubt that these things were saturated in the dreaded anaesthetic which, as Thwaites had many times pointed out to us, could put you to sleep for hours at a stretch. "If my father has to saw off somebody's leg," he said, "he pours chloroform on to a pad and the person sniffs it and goes t.. | Roald Dahl | ||
| e380692 | We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere. When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant. Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must--at that moment--become the center of the universe. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| ced9fa9 | Man prefers to blame himself for all possible sins and crimes rather than come to the conclusion that God is capable of the most flagrant injustice. I still blush every time I think of the way God makes fun of human beings, his favorite toys. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| c1b59a4 | Man's strength resides in his capacity and desire to elevate himself, so as to attain the good. To travel step by step toward the heights. And that is all he can do. To reach heaven and remain there is beyond his powers: Even Moses had to return to earth. Is it the same for evil? | Elie Wiesel | ||
| e9cc0fc | How could I say to Him: Blessed be Thou, Almighty, Master of the Universe, who chose us among all nations to be tortured day and night, to watch as our fathers, our mothers, our brothers end up in furnaces? Praised be Thy Holy Name, for having chosen us to be slaughtered on Thine altar? | Elie Wiesel | ||
| e89f126 | He had only smiled, condescendingly and therapeutically. "No, Leland, not you. You, and in fact quite a lot of your generation, have in some way been exiled from that particular sanctuary. It's become almost impossible for you to 'go mad' in the classical sense. At one time people conveniently 'went mad' and were never heard from again. Like a character in a romantic novel. But now"--And I think he even went so far as to yawn--"you are too .. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 67faefe | Along the western slopes of the Oregon Coastal Range . . . come look: the hysterical crashing of tributaries as they merge into the Wakonda Auga River . . . The first little washes flashing like thick rushing winds through sheep sorrel and clover, ghost fern and nettle, sheering, cutting . . . forming branches. Then, through bear-berry and salmonberry, blueberry and blackberry, the branches crashing into creeks, into streams. Finally, in th.. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 29e23e7 | Reality is greater than the sum of its parts, also a damn sight holier. | Ken Kesey |