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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f7fbbf8 | You've no more for me than I have for you." Considerably disconcerted by this direct attack, she stammered: "How can you say so? When I am sure I have always been most sincerely attached to you!" "You deceive yourself, sister: not to me, but to my purse!" | siblings | Georgette Heyer | |
| d54b51e | Oh, Philippe, thou are a rogue." "So I have been told. Presumably because I am innocent of the slightest indiscretion. Curious. No one dubs you rogue who so fully merit the title. But I, whose reputation is spotless, am necessarily a wicked one and a deceiver. I shall write a sonnet on the subject." "Ah, no!" begged Saint-Dantin in alarm. "Your sonnets are vile, Philippe! So let us have no more verse from you, I pray!" | Georgette Heyer | ||
| c611502 | I will not listen to your verse on an empty stomach!" declared the Vicomte. "You have no soul," said Philippe sadly. "But I have a stomach, and it cries aloud for sustenance." "I weep for you," said Philip. "Why do I waste my poetic gems upon you?" | Georgette Heyer | ||
| 8a007bd | Oh, Randall, don't be such a vile beast!" "I don't think much of that",he said critically. "Amiable snake was much better." | Georgette Heyer | ||
| e9e8182 | Those fine eyes of hers had a disconcertingly direct gaze, and very often twinkled in a manner disturbing to male egotism. She had common-sense too, and what man wanted the plainly matter-of-fact, when he could enjoy instead Sophia's delicious folly? | romance | Georgette Heyer | |
| 69702c7 | No one had ever looked at her just like that before, and it had the effect upon her of making her feel, for perhaps the first time in her life, a strong desire to lay the burden of her cares upon other shoulders. Captain Staple's were certainly broad enough to bear them. | captain-staple | Georgette Heyer | |
| b4cc514 | Only trust me! You have fallen into a fit of despondency and there is not the least need! In fact, nothing could be more fatal, in any predicament! It encourages one to suppose that there is nothing to be done, when a little resolution is all that is wanted to bring matters to a happy conclusion. | resolution determination predicament | Georgette Heyer | |
| 02dab36 | There's that unpredictability factor, that chance that something completely unexpected - something amazing - could happen. That's what makes life an adventure. Sometimes you just have to jump in and trust the universe. | Tess Gerritsen | ||
| 0f364ac | No man easily admits that he is afraid. | Tess Gerritsen | ||
| 972bc88 | She was the only woman in the homicide unit, and already there had been problems between her and another detective, charges of sexual harassment, countercharges of unrelenting bitchiness. | Tess Gerritsen | ||
| f2bb019 | The endless chatter of this journey had wearied me. | Peter Ackroyd | ||
| 07826f7 | The ordinary routines of life are never chronicled by the historian, but they make up almost the whole of experience. | Peter Ackroyd | ||
| b4f18fb | It is strange, is it not, how a person can adore one's soul so much that they adore one's body also? | Peter Ackroyd | ||
| 8b67325 | He stood beneath the white tower, and looked up at it with that mournful expression which his face always carried in repose: for one moment he thought of climbing up its cracked and broken stone, and then from its summit screaming down at the silent city as a child might scream at a chained animal. | Peter Ackroyd | ||
| ce112e9 | I began with the desire to speak with the dead. | shakespeare history education historians knowledge | Stephen Greenblatt | |
| a984bc7 | Shreiking, slithering, torrential shadows of red viscous madness chasing one another through endless, ensanguinated condors of purple fulgurous sky... formless phantasms and kalaidoscopic mutations of a ghoulish, remembered scene; forests of monstrous over-nourished oaks with serpent roots twisting and sucking unnamable juices from an earth verminous with millions of cannibal devils; mound-like tentacles groping from underground nuclei of p.. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| ade29aa | It might, too, have been the singular cold that alienated me; for such chilliness was abnormal on so hot a day, and the abnormal always excites aversion, distrust, and fear. | fear cold | H.P. Lovecraft | |
| b9d8ab5 | While like most men, Sam prided himself on being equipped with a supernatural internal compass that kept him from ever being lost, he'd also learned to concede those rare times when that compass seemed to be temporary disrepair. | clive cussler | ||
| 9beb391 | Life's a daring adventure or nothing at all. | Clive Cussler | ||
| 91128df | Americans have an annoying habit of accomplishing what they set out to do. | Clive Cussler | ||
| 00e5cef | There have been plenty of chances to close my eyes and go back to the sleep of my life as it was, but I hadn't taken any of them. Do I wish now that I had? It's hard to answer that question, as the wraiths move closer. | Lisa Unger | ||
| 1c5802e | may I never lose that terror that keeps me brave | Audre Lorde | ||
| 98d8f53 | I wish to raise a Black man who will not be destroyed by, nor settle for, those corruptions called by the white fathers who mean his destruction as surely as they mean mine. I wish to raise a Black man who will recognize that the legitimate objects of his hostility are not women, but the particulars of a structure that programs him to fear and despise women as well as his own Black self. | Audre Lorde | ||
| aa47627 | To go to bed and to wake up again day afte day besides a woman, to lie in bed with our arms around each other and drift in and out of sleep, to be with each other not as a quick stolen pleasure, nor as a wild treat but like sunlight, day after day in the regualr course of our lives. I was discovering all the ways that love creeps into life when two selves exist closely, when two women meet. | Audre Lorde | ||
| 500e00c | What gets me about the United States is that it pretends to be honest and therefore has so little room to move toward hope. | honesty hope | Audre Lorde | |
| 6bf7c8c | see me now your severed daughter laughing our name into echo all the world shall remember | Audre Lorde | ||
| bae71c5 | Call the fire department," I said, trying hard to stay calm. | malibu-mayhem | Carolyn Keene | |
| efef12f | You will go on, and when you have prevailed You can say: at this point many a one has failed. But what have I, but what have I, my friend, To give you, what can you receive from me? Only the friendship and the sympathy Of one about to reach her journey's end. I shall sit here, serving tea to friends... | T.S. Eliot | ||
| 271a663 | Half the harm that is done in this world Is due to people who want to feel important. | self-importance | T.S. Eliot | |
| 292fcfb | The point is that you have here a direct, unmistakable assault on sanity and decency; and even - since some of Dali's pictures would tend to poison the imagination like a pornographic postcard - on life itself. What Dali has done and what he has imagined is debatable, but in his outlook, his character, the bedrock decency of a human being does not exist. He is as anti-social as a flea. Clearly, such people are undesirable, and a society in .. | George Orwell | ||
| afaa307 | I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. | trousers walking | T.S. Eliot | |
| 6326e19 | This form, this face, this life living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken, the awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships. | T.S. Eliot | ||
| c3353f8 | April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. Bin gar keine Russin, sta.. | Eliot T. S. The Waste Land | ||
| 2d099d1 | Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song, Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long But at my back in a cold blast I hear The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear | T.S. Eliot | ||
| f22f87e | April is the cruelest month. | T.S. Eliot | ||
| a9739cf | Let us roam then, you and I, When the evening is splayed out across the sky [...] Paths that follow like a nagging accusation Of a minor violation To lead you to the ultimate reproof ... Oh, do not say, 'Bad kitty!' Let us go and prowl the city. In the rooms the cats run to and fro Auditioning for a Broadway show." (From )" -- | humor prufrock t-s-eliot | Henry N. Beard | |
| 41abd89 | Such as are in immediate fear of a losing their estates, of banishment, or of slavery, live in perpetual anguish, and lose all appetite and repose; whereas such as are actually poor, slaves, or exiles, ofttimes live as merrily as other folk. | Michel de Montaigne | ||
| 451598b | Can anything be imagined so ridiculous, that this miserable and wretched creature [man], who is not so much as master of himself, but subject to the injuries of all things, should call himself master and emperor of the world, of which he has not power to know the least part, much less to command the whole? | mankind world perspective hubris mastery | Michel de Montaigne | |
| e1295de | I don't think I'm an exceptionally bad reader. I suspect that many people, maybe even most, are like me. We read and read and read, and we forget and forget and forget. So why do we bother? Michel de Montaigne expressed the dilemma of extensive reading in the sixteenth century: "I leaf through books, I do not study them," he wrote. "What I retain of them is something I no longer recognize as anyone else's. It is only the material from wh.. | Joshua Foer | ||
| b7a0a00 | No one should be subjected to force over things which belonged to him. | Michel de Montaigne | ||
| 5ba6823 | When my mother died, my father's early widowhood gave him social cachet he would not have had if they had divorced. He was a bigger catch for the sorrow attached. | Amy Hempel | ||
| 7a33ba0 | Before I took to the road, a friend tried to get me to go to a department store with him. He said it was to improve the place where I lived. He said," I want to know you are reading beneath this lamp. " This fellow was dying. He knew it and I did not. I think he was tucking me in. He was making sure all of his friends had the right lamps, the comfiest pillows, the softest sheets. He was tucking us all in for the night." | Amy Hempel | ||
| 8fcda00 | I told him about the way they get to know you. Not the way people do, the way they flatter you by wanting to know every last thing about you, only it isn't a compliment, it is just efficient, a person getting more quickly to the end of you. Correction - dogs do want to know every last thing about you. They take in the smell of you, they know from the next room, asleep, when a mood settles over you. The difference is there's not an end to it.. | Amy Hempel | ||
| 56bde42 | And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder. | love beach touching | Amy Hempel |