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| fb1f5d3 | As he began to withdraw from them, it became clear to Grenouille for the first time that for eighteen years their compacted human effluvium had oppressed him like air heavy with an imminent thunderstorm. Until now he had thought that it was the world in general he had wanted to squirm away from. But it was not the world, it was the people in it. You could live, so it seemed, in this world, in this world devoid of humanity. On | Patrick Süskind | ||
| 3b6d5b1 | No podia oler la falta de olor del nino y no esperaba ninguna emocion de el porque su propia alma estaba sellada. | Patrick Süskind | ||
| a40d8e8 | Pravilo nomer dve: parfium't zhivee v'v vremeto - pritezhava i mladost, i zrialost i starost. | Patrick Süskind | ||
| a336b86 | And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that this odour was his odour, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself! | odour perfume smell | Patrick Süskind | |
| 79ee8e1 | Bem ali, no local mais fedorento de todo o reino, foi que nasceu Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, a 17 de julho de 1738. Era um dos dias mais quentes do ano. O calor pairava como chumbo por sobre o cemiterio e empurrava para as ruas vizinhas os gases da putrefacao que cheiravam a uma mistura de meloes podres e chifre queimado. Quando as dores comecaram, a mae de Grenouille estava numa peixaria da Rue aux Fers e escamava pescadas que acabara de evi.. | Patrick Süskind | ||
| b9f51c1 | How mercifully can our Creator treat His creatures, even in those conditions in which they seemed to be overwhelmed in destruction! How can He sweeten the bitterest providences, and give us cause to praise Him for dungeons and prisons! What a table was here spread for me in a wilderness where I saw nothing at first but to perish for hunger! | Daniel Defoe | ||
| 390ce7b | From this moment I began to conclude in my mind that it was possible for me to be more happy in this forsaken, solitary condition that it was possible I should ever have been in any other particular state in the world; and with this thought I was going to give thanks to God for bringing me to this place. | Daniel Defoe | ||
| 12dc44f | Thinking of the anguish of his final days and my own helplessness in the face of it, makes everything I have done, everything I want to do, seem as unsubstantial as the little vows you make yourself as you're going to sleep, the ones you've already forgotten by the time you wake up. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| 7b80a5f | Biliyorsun." "Neyi biliyorum?" "Gozlerimin sadece seni gordugunu." | gözler seni | Khaled Hosseini | |
| 4e9d846 | You see, some things I can teach you. Some you learn from books. But there are things that, well, you just have to see and feel. | life | Khaled Hosseini | |
| 2acc392 | The moment is brief, barely enough for a flutter of the pulse but long enough for her illusory self to catch up with the reality of the woman gazing back from the shopwindow. It is a little devastating. This is what ageing is, she thinks as she follows Isabelle into the store, these random unkind moments that catch you when you least expect them. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| a4100ee | I suspect the truth is we are waiting, all of us, against unsurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| 2f436b0 | Even your graffiti artists spray Rumi on the walls | afghans poetry rumi-poetry | Khaled Hosseini | |
| d985f36 | Take two Afghans who've never met, put them in a room for ten minutes, and they'll figure out how they're related. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| 9eb1c9c | It feels as though there is a gaping hole in the middle of everything. The decades of my mother's life here with Thalia, they are dark, vast spaces to me. I have been absent. Absent for all the meals Thalia and Mama have shared at this table, the laughs, the quarrels, the stretches of boredom, the illnesses, the long string of simple rituals that make up a lifetime. Entering my child-hood home is a little disorienting, like reading the end .. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| 161d82e | Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| e6f7433 | A man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing, Mariam. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed, it won't stretch to make room for you. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| a40902f | We have reason. It is the entire meaning and purpose of Shangri-La. It came to me in a vision long, long ago. I foresaw a time when man exalting in the technique of murder, would rage so hotly over the world, that every book, every treasure would be doomed to destruction. This vision was so vivid and so moving that I determined to gather together all things of beauty and culture that I could and preserve them here against the doom toward wh.. | James Hilton | ||
| cbf9cc5 | If you fill your mind with a beautiful thought, there will be no room in it for an ugly one. - King Amor | mind ugly-thoughts | Frances Hodgson Burnett | |
| e72f7ad | If you tell stories, you like nothing so much as to tell them to people who want to listen. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 3980c39 | Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world," he said wisely one day, "but people don't know what it is like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen. I am going to try and experiment." | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 93c7ab9 | Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 4ffc9cb | She did not care very much for other little girls, but if she had plenty of books she could console herself. She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 43385fe | I do not know whether many people realize how much more than is ever written there really is in a story-- how many parts of it are never told-- how much more really happened than there is in the book one holds in one's hand and pores over. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| d802c33 | One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands alone and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one's.. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 3267145 | The worst thing never quite comes. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 6d609ec | You said th' Magic was in my back. Th' doctor calls it rheumatics. | magic | Frances Hodgson Burnett | |
| e19ca12 | Sara...looked long and hard at his face. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 4b00f47 | It's so different to be a sparrow. But nobody asked this rat if he wanted to be a rat when he was made. Nobody said, 'Wouldn't you rather be a sparrow? | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| f9161ba | When you will not fly into a passion people know you are stronger than they are, because you are strong enough to hold in your rage, and they are not, and they say stupid things they wish they hadn't said afterward. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 0a62b55 | Nada es mas facil que tener buenas intenciones. Pero cuando no se entiende como funciona una economia, las buenas intenciones pueden llevar a consecuencias desastrosas | Thomas Sowell | ||
| 03e3846 | Slippery use of the word "privilege" is part of a vogue of calling achievements "privileges"--a vogue which extends far beyond educational issues, spreading a toxic confusion in many other aspects of life." | Thomas Sowell | ||
| 2864f8c | People who are contented and serene sleep well. They fall asleep easily, stay asleep, and wake refreshed. Conversely, people who are anxious, stressed, or depressed do not sleep well, and chronic insomnia is strongly associated with mood disorders. These are clear correlations, but what is cause and what is effect is not clear. Most experts agree that sleep and mood are closely related, that healthy sleep can enhance emotional well-being, w.. | sleep | Andrew Weil | |
| 8625cd9 | If you want to be in optimum emotional health, realize that social isolation stands between you and it. Reach out to others. Join groups--to drum, meditate, sing, sew, read, whatever. Find communities--to garden, do service work, travel, whatever. We humans are social animals. Spontaneous happiness is incompatible with social isolation. Period. | Andrew Weil | ||
| 6a79171 | It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid. | imagination | E.M. Forster | |
| 91bfad2 | The contest lay not between love and duty. Perhaps there never is such a contest. It lay between the real and the pretended, and Lucy's first aim was to defeat herself. | E. M. Forster | ||
| ca479c2 | A thousand little civilities create tenderness in time. | manners | E.M. Forster | |
| baf8508 | The final test of a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 79c9edd | The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. | E.M. Forster | ||
| e55b870 | One touch of regret- not the canny substitute but the true regret from the heart- would have made him a different man, and the British Empire a different institution. | E.M. Forster | ||
| b9f6a3a | I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes. | E.M. Forster | ||
| e2e1dfc | Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanized the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. | philosophy | E.M. Forster | |
| 8ff84b5 | She loved him with too clear a vision to fear his cloudiness | E.M. Forster | ||
| 29078ae | He built up a situation that was far enough from the truth. It never occurred to him that Helen was to blame. He forgot the intensity of their talk, the charm that had been lent him by sincerity, the magic of Oniton under darkness and of the whispering river. Helen loved the absolute. Leonard had been ruined absolutely, and had appeared to her as a man apart, isolated from the world. A real man, who cared for adventure and beauty, who desir.. | intensity misunderstanding river ruination water | E.M. Forster |