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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d6fa395 | What a test of love it is, when the beloved is less than perfect. | Philippa Gregory | ||
| 2f49368 | If you are a reader, you are already halfway to being a writer," she says. "For you have a love of words and pleasure from seeing them on a page. And if you are a writer, then you will find that you are driven to write. It is a gift that demands to be shared. You cannot be a silent singer." | Philippa Gregory | ||
| d51a2a8 | Would you mind doing this last thing for me? Pack my box with fivedozen liquor jugs? | Mark Dunn | ||
| d97979f | Love one another, push the perimeter of this glorious language. Lastly, please show proper courtesy; open not your neighbor's mail. | Mark Dunn | ||
| 537b20a | On Wednesday, July 19, the Council, having gleaned and discerned, released its official verdict: the fall of the tile bearing the letter "Z" constitutes the terrestrial manifestation of an empyrean Nollopian desire, that desire most surely being that the letter "Z" should be utterly excised--fully extirpated--absolutively heave-ho'ed from our communal vocabulary!" | Mark Dunn | ||
| ebb041e | Once the cells in a biological machine stop working, it can never be started again. It goes into a cascade of decay, falling toward disorder and randomness. Except in the case of viruses. They can turn off and go dead. Then, if they come in contact with a living system, they switch on and multiply. (194) | Richard Preston | ||
| ef1d357 | Chance favors the prepared mind. | Richard Preston | ||
| de429b6 | There is something about Christmas that requires a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I wonder if could rent one for the holidays. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 0cdf948 | I handed my tools. The two of them reached down to help me out of the crater I'd dug. ''Isn't that a little deep?'' Yoda asked. ''It'll help the roots get established,'' I explained. ''Established where? China? | digging garden humor | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| e113e78 | Did you read last nights assignments?" Say "yes'" and get hammered again. Say "no'" and the same thing would happen." | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 1023531 | The smoke shifted direction and I breathed in. Breathed out. On the inhale I was angry. On the exhale...there it was again. Fear. The fear made me angry and the anger made me afraid and I wasn't sure who he was anymore. Or who I was. | fear identity | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| f43b267 | I know how bad you feel. Trapped," she says. "It gets better, I promise. So much better." | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 073e7b3 | I could never hate you, even if I wanted to. | love | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| 783cacf | Love messes you up and makes you do strange things. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 8fca30b | What did it feel like to die? Was it a peaceful sleep? Some thought it was full of either trumpet-blowing angels or angry devils. Perhaps I was already dead. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| ca1b6e6 | the false innocence you render for them by censoring truth protects only you | falsehood lies | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| 7008764 | It's always there--fear--and if you don't stay on top of it, you'll drown. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| bff5911 | In the end we all arrive at the same place. I hardly see that it matters how we get there." It seemed to Ursula that you got there was the whole point." | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 6e242dd | If she had been in charge of designing the human race she would have gone about things differently. (A golden shaft of light through the ear for conception perhaps and a well-fitting hatch somewhere modest for escape nine months later.) | Kate Atkinson | ||
| c2522a2 | What did you do when the worst thing that could happen to you had already happened - how did you live life then? You had to hand it to Theo Wyre, just carrying on living required a strength and courage that most people didn't have. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 7cd0689 | Dear God. When did language and meaning divorce each other and decide to go their separate ways? | Kate Atkinson | ||
| c9af666 | There was always a second before the siren started when she was aware of a sound as yet unheard. It was like an echo, or rather the opposite of an echo. An echo came afterwards, but was there a word for what came before? | Kate Atkinson | ||
| a8c7d72 | Fifty-five thousand, five hundred and seventy-three dead from Bomber Command. Seven million German dead, including the five hundred thousand killed by the Allied bombing campaign. The sixty million dead overall of the Second World War, including eleven million murdered in the Holocaust. The sixteen million of the First World War, over four million in Vietnam, forty million to the Mongol conquests, three and a half million to the Hundred Yea.. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| a085fd5 | Perhaps we are on an insula ex machina, an artificial place not in the real world at all -- a backdrop for the stories we must tell. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| a4c1bc3 | Solitude was no reason for sloppiness | Armistead Maupin | ||
| 4a2fe8f | It took so long to find you...and now I don't want it to change. I want it all set in amber. I want us and nobody else in the most selfish way you can imagine. I can't help it--I'm old-fashioned. I believe marriage is between a man and a man. | desire jealousy joyful-living love passion possessiveness selfishness | Armistead Maupin | |
| 3e21634 | It was a magnificent operation, from seed to bale, but not one of them could be prideful of their labor. It had been stolen from them. Bled from them. The tunnel, the tracks, the desperate souls who found salvation in the coordination of its stations and timetables--this was a marvel to be proud of. She wondered if those who had built this thing had received their proper reward. | Colson Whitehead | ||
| 4dfdbcc | As the years pass, Valentine observed, racial violence only becomes more vicious in its expression. It will not abate or disappear, not anytime soon, and not in the south. | Colson Whitehead | ||
| 365c5ee | You will see that Charles set his sights high. Intelligent idlers always have, in order to justify their idleness to their intelligence. | John Fowles | ||
| 0902845 | All of us are failures; we all die. Nobody wants to be a nobody. All our acts are partly devised to fill or to mask the emptiness we feel at the core. We all like to be loved or hated; it is a sign that we shall be remembered, that we did not 'not exist'. For this reason, many unable to create love have created hate. That too is remembered. | John Fowles | ||
| 588f238 | Our stereotyping societies force us to feel more alone. They stamp masks on us and isolate out real selves. We all live in two worlds: the old comfortable man-centred world of absolutes and the harsh real world of relatives. The latter, the relativity reality, terrifies us; and isolates and dwarfs us all. | John Fowles | ||
| 510e6a1 | You may wonder how I had not seen it before. I believe I had. But to see something is not the same as to acknowledge it. | John Fowles | ||
| f159201 | I want to tell you what's really happened." "Not now. Please not now. Whatever's happened, come and make love to me." And we did make love; not sex, but love; though sex would have been so much wiser." | sex | John Fowles | |
| 1ce0c07 | I was born in 1927, the only child of middle-class parents, both English, and themselves born in the grotesquely elongated shadow, which they never rose sufficiently above history to leave, of that monstrous dwarf Queen Victoria. | John Fowles | ||
| df3c20c | You wish to be liked. I wish simply to be. | John Fowles | ||
| 7e8df6c | There were minutes of silence then and in them I thought about the only truth that mattered, the only morality that mattered, the only sin, the only crime. When Lily de Seitas had told me her version of it at the end of our meeting at the museum I had taken it as a retrospective thing, a comment on my past and on my anecdote about the butcher. But I saw now it had been about my future. History has superseded the ten commandments of the Bib.. | John Fowles | ||
| 32fc9f5 | Thus it had come about that she had read far more fiction, and far more poetry, those two sanctuaries of the lonely, than most of her kind. | loneliness lonely poetry quote | John Fowles | |
| 49facfa | He is the same, but everything is different. | John Fowles | ||
| 6220df6 | The only thing that really matters is feeling and living what you believe - so long as it's something more than belief in your own comfort. | John Fowles | ||
| 4d9863c | You can't stand clutter, and you have an obsession with orderliness. The furniture in here is centered exactly on the walls; the files on your desk are arranged in precise corners. If I had to guess, I would say you are probably a control freak, and that is usually symptomatic of a man who feels powerless to control his own life, so he tries to control every facet of his surroundings. | Judith McNaught | ||
| b503cb4 | Consider what an amoral, unprincipled cynicI am-think of all the improvements you could make to my character. | Judith McNaught | ||
| 0373be2 | That reminded him of how thrifty she was, and he promptly decided-at least for the moment-that her thriftiness was one of her most endearingly amusing qualities. "What are you thinking about?" she asked. He tipped his chin down so that he could better see her and brushed a stray lock of golden hair off her cheek. "I was thinking how wise I must be to have known within minutes of meeting you that you were wonderful." She chuckled, thinking h.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| eed7bda | Lauren," he began gravely, "I would like four daughters with wobbly blue eyes and studious horn-rimmed glasses on their little noses. Also, I've become very partial to your honey-colored hair,so if you could manage..." He saw the tears of joyous disbelief filling her eyes, and he jerked her into his arms, crushing her against his heart,jarred by the same emotions that were shaking her. "Darling,please don't cry. Please don't," he whispered .. | Judith McNaught | ||
| 093af35 | Lauren's eyes widened.An entire page had been devoted to the Children's Hospital Benefit Ball.In the center was a color picture of her-with Nick. They were dancing, and he was grinning down at her. Lauren's face was in profile, tilted up to his. The caption read, "Detroit industrialist J. Nicholas Sinclair and companion." "It does look like me, doesn't it?" she hedged, glancing at the excited, avidly curious faces surrounding her desk. "Isn.. | Judith McNaught |