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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 23ceab3 | Humans have a talent for escalation. -Death | Markus Zusak | ||
| a27b512 | When she faced the noise, she found the mayor's wife in a brand-new bathrobe and slippers. On the breast pocket of the robe sat an embroidered swastika. Propaganda even reached the bathroom. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 0eabefb | At this point, I couldn't help it. I walked around to see her better, and from the moment I witnessed her face again, I could tell that this was who she loved the most. Her expression stroked the man on his face. It followed one of the lines down his cheek. He had sat in the washroom with her and taught her how to roll a cigarette. He gave bread to a dead man on Munich Street and told the girl to keep reading in the bomb shelter. Perhaps if.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d9ab8ca | El era el chalado que se habia pintado de negro y habia desafiado al mundo. Ella la ladrona de libros, sin palabras. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ccafc6b | What great malice there could be in allowing something to live. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d8da893 | Words are so heavy. | Markus Zusak | ||
| dd682d5 | War clearly blurred the distinction between logic and superstition | Markus Zusak | ||
| ae008e8 | you need life in your life. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4d77e26 | All that remained was to get to camp, learn English better, find a job and a place to live. Then, most importantly, buy a bookshelf. And a piano. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 5677298 | Never leave anything out to dry as the sun comes up for the new year. | new-beginnings new-year | Markus Zusak | |
| 97681b5 | Stars of David were plastered to their shirts, and misery was attached to them as if assigned. "Don't forget your misery..." In some cases, it grew on them like a vine." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 02f8b18 | He, as much as anyone, knows who and why and what we are: A family of ramshackle tragedy. A comic book kapow of boys and blood and beasts. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 83786be | Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest? | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3711cba | They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip--the relative you cringe to kiss. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ef6c2f7 | HAY ALGO PEOR QUE UN CHICO QUE TE ODIE? Un chico que te quiera. | Markus Zusak | ||
| a2922c9 | Why was it? Who drove you to it?' She replied, 'It had to be, my dear!' 'Weren't you happy? Is it my fault? I did all I could!' 'Yes, that is true -- you are good -- you. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 44ab4a2 | At last she sighed. "But the most wretched thing -- is it not? -- is to drag out, as I do, a useless existence. If our pains were only of some use to someone, we should find consolation in the thought of the sacrifice." | suffering | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 95f9e30 | Charles went to kiss her shoulder. -Leave me alone! she said, you're creasing my dress. | kiss poor-old-charles-bovary shoulder | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 97ac62b | Never had he beheld such a magnificent brown skin, so entrancing a figure, such dainty, transparent fingers. He stood gazing in wonder at her work-basket as if it was something extraordinary. What was her name? Where did she live and what sort of life did she lead? What was her past? He wanted to know what furniture she had in her bedroom, the dresses she wore, the people she knew; even his physical desire for her gave way to a deeper yearn.. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 4617c68 | But the more Emma recognised her love, the more she crushed it down, that it might not be evident, that she might make it less. What restrained her was, no doubt, idleness and fear, and a sense of shame also. She thought she had repulsed him too much, that the time was past, that all was lost. Then pride, the joy of being able to say to herself 'I am virtuous', and to look at herself in the glass taking resigned poses, consoled her a little.. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| cf58000 | He leaned against the writing desk and stayed there till nightfall, lost in sorrowful thoughts. After all, she had loved him. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| c417f0f | But what was making her unhappy? Where was the extraordinary catastrophe that had wrecked her life?She raised her head and looked around, as though trying to find the cause of her suffering. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| ed08d21 | There is always after the death of anyone a kind of stupefaction; so difficult is it to grasp this advent of nothingness and to resign ourselves to believe in it. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| d5e5291 | Chaque sourire cachait un baillement d'ennui, chaque joie une malediction, tout plaisir son degout, et les meilleurs baisers ne vous laissaient sur la levre qu'une irrealisable envie d'une volupte plus haute. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| df66538 | Il s'etait tant de fois entendu dire ces choses, qu'elles n'avaient pour lui rien d'original. Emma ressemblait a toutes les maitresses ; et le charme de la nouveaute, peu a peu tombant comme un vetement, laissait voir a nu l'eternelle monotonie de la passion, qui a toujours les memes formes et le meme langage. Il ne distinguait pas, cet homme si plein de pratique, la dissemblance des sentiments sous la parite des expressions. Parce que des .. | love madame-bovary | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 50d2211 | Perhaps she would have liked to confide all these things to someone. But how tell an undefinable uneasiness, variable as the clouds, unstable as the winds? Words failed her--the opportunity, the courage. | melancholy | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 66cceee | H]e was soon to be head clerk; it was time to settle down. So he gave up his flute, exalted sentiments, and poetry; for every bourgeois in the flush of his youth, were it but for a day, a moment, has believed himself capable of immense passions, of lofty enterprises. The most mediocre libertine has dreamed of sultanas; every notary bears within him the debris of a poet. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 6aaabf5 | But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows, in every corner of her heart. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 7d1eb69 | The sight of so many ruins destroys any desire to build shanties; all this ancient dust makes one indifferent to fame. | history ruins | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 767c607 | His wife had been wild about him at first; she had treated him with an amorous servility that had turned him against her all the more. Vivacious, effusive, and very loving in the early days, over the years she had, like a stale wine that turns to vinegar, grown ill-humoured, waspish, and nervy. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| c7de77c | Speech is a rolling-mill that always thins out the sentiment. | speech | Gustave Flaubert | |
| c3db698 | Everyone rushes wherever his instincts impel him, the populace swarms like insects over a corpse, poets pass by without having the time to sculpt their thoughts, hardly have they scribbled their ideas down on sheets of paper than the sheets are blown away; everything glitters and everything resounds in this masquerade, beneath its ephemeral royalties and its cardboard scepters, gold flows, wine cascades, cold debauchery lifts her skirts and.. | society | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 42c5285 | I realized that for my own part, I was much more likely to take risks, reach out to others, and expose myself to rejection and failure when I felt happy. When I felt unhappy, I felt defensive, touchy, and self-conscious. | Gretchen Rubin | ||
| 110b723 | I should pursue only those habits that would make me feel freer and stronger. | habits | Gretchen Rubin | |
| 0d6e320 | What the fissure through which one sees disaster? The circle is unbroken; the harmony complete. Here is the central rhythm; here the common mainspring. I watch it expand, contract; and then expand again. Yet I am not included. | exclusion expansion fissure harmony | Virginia Woolf | |
| 08ca5a3 | Though we see the same world, we see it through different eyes. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 98fc3ab | I do not believe that gifts, whether of mind or character, can be weighed like sugar and butter | human-mind talents talents-and-gifts | Virginia Woolf | |
| e68f685 | Do not dictate to your author; try to become him. Be his fellow-worker and accomplice. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| b39c0c3 | Lord, lord, the snobbery of the English! | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 720e45f | You have been reading Byron. You have been marking the passages that seem to approve of your own character. I find marks against all those sentences which seem to express a sardonic yet passionate nature; a moth-like impetuosity dashing itself against hard glass. You thought, as you drew your pencil there, "I too throw off my cloak like that. I too snap my fingers in the face of destiny". Yet Byron never made tea as you do, who fill the pot.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| c5f8aac | Nobody sees any one as he is, let alone an elderly lady sitting opposite a strange young man in a railway carriage. They see a whole--they see all sorts of things--they see themselves... | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 1c98411 | Let us turn over the pages, and I will add, for your amusement, a comment in the margin. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| e18d5bb | Indeed my aunt's legacy unveiled the sky to me, and substituted for the large and imposing figure of a gentleman, which Milton recommended for my perpetual adoration, a view of the open sky. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 9aaec3c | Change was incessant, and change perhaps would never cease. High battlements of thought, habits that had seemed as durable as stone, went down like shadows at the touch of another mind and left a naked sky and fresh stars twinkling in it. | Virginia Woolf |