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| c158cfb | Alright, all right," I said. "What if I tell you a story, instead?" Highlanders loved stories, and Jamie was no exception. "Oh, aye, " he said, sounding much happier. "What sort of story is it?" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 29a9513 | Jamie. I want you to mark me." "What?" he said, startled. The tiny sgian dhu he carried in his stocking was lying within reach, its handle of carved staghorn dark against the piled clothing. I reached for it and handed it to him. "Cut me," I said urgently. "Deep enough to leave a scar. I want to take away your touch with me, to have something of you that will stay with me always. I don't care if it hurts; nothing could hurt more than leavin.. | jamie-fraser | Diana Gabaldon | |
| ea9bfab | I'm honest enough to say that I dinna care what the right and wrong of it may be, so long as you're here wi' me, Claire," he said softly. "If it was a sin for you to choose me...then I would go to the devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it." He lifted my foot and gently kissed the tip of my big toe. I laid my hand on his head; the short hair felt bristly but soft, like a very young hedgehog. "I don't think it was wrong," I said.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2bb5cbd | If ye've ever the privelege of seeing a woman in her skin, gentlemen,"he said, looking over his shoulder toward the door and lowering his voice confidentially, ye'll observe that the hair there grows in the shape of an arrow - pointing the way, ye ken, so as a poor ignorant man can find his way safe home." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 057c686 | Really rather fascinating, you know,' he confided, and I recognized, with an internal sigh, the song of the scholar, as identifying a sound as the terr-whit! of a thrush. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4a70333 | Menfolks listens to somebody because of what he says. Women don't. They don't care what he said. They listens because of what he is. | women | William Faulkner | |
| 2cdc166 | I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire...I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. | William Faulkner | ||
| 61e2a6e | I mind how I said to you once that there is a price for being good the same as for being bad; a cost to pay. And it's the good men that cant deny the bill when it comes around. They cant deny it for the reason that there aint any way to make them pay it, like a honest man that gambles. The bad men can deny it; that's why dont anybody expect them to pay on sight or any other time. But the good cant. Maybe it takes longer to pay for being goo.. | goodness price | William Faulkner | |
| a6eb942 | women will show pride and honor about almost anything except love ... | pride | William Faulkner | |
| 2b50369 | Where the shadow of the bridge fell I could see down for a long way, but not as far as the bottom. When you leave a leaf in water a long time after awhile the tissue will be gone and the delicate fibres waving slow as the motion of sleep. They don't touch one another, no matter how knotted up they once were, no matter how close they lay once to the bones. | William Faulkner | ||
| 5ec9548 | Only Southerners have taken horsewhips and pistols to editors about the treatment or maltreatment of their manuscript. This--the actual pistols--was in the old days, of course, we no longer succumb to the impulse. But it is still there, within us. | manuscripts southerners writers | William Faulkner | |
| 315843a | Father was teaching us that all men are just accumulations dolls stuffed with sawdust swept up from the trash heaps where all previous dolls had been thrown away the sawdust flowing from what wound in what side that not for me died not | William Faulkner | ||
| 36bfd49 | He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear. | William Faulkner | ||
| 6019c24 | Bad health is the primary reason for all life. Created by disease, within putrefaction, into decay | William Faulkner | ||
| e7fdf8a | it takes an awful lot of character to quit anything when you are losing, | William Faulkner | ||
| d6111b3 | Somewhere in this process, you will come face to face with the sudden and shocking realization that you are completely crazy. | Henepola Gunaratana | ||
| 9b7265b | The irony of it is that real peace comes only when you stop chasing it--another Catch-22. | Bhante Henepola Gunaratana | ||
| c9c4fe9 | He did not want to think, but it was inevitable that he would. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 778c6fc | Respecto a los perros, nadie que no haya convivido con ellos conocera nunca, a fondo, hasta donde llegan las palabras generosidad, compania y lealtad. Nadie que no haya sentido en el brazo un hocico humedo intentando interponerse entre el libro que estas leyendo y tu, en demanda de una caricia, o haya contemplado esa noble cabeza ladeada, esos ojos grandes, oscuros, fieles, mirar en espera de un gesto o una simple palabra, podra entender de.. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 4bf8242 | Who are you?" "The devil," she said. "The devil in love." | reverte the-club-dumas | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | |
| 8dd01d2 | El problema de las palabras es que, una vez echadas, no pueden volverse solas a su dueno. De modo que a veces te las vuelven en la punta de un acero. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 59a4c08 | No fear is unbearable, she concluded, unless you've got time on your hands and a healthy imagination. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 3c58538 | Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You have taught us more than anyone I know how wrong it is not to mix it with emotion, hunger, desire, lust, whims, caprices, personal ties, deeper relationships that change its color, flavor, rhythms, intensities. | erotica sex sexuality | Anaïs Nin | |
| 3984234 | Before I can say , I was. Heraclitus and I, prophets of flux, know that the flux is composed of parts that imitate and repeat each other. Am or was, I am cumulative, too. I am everything I ever was, whatever you and Leah may think. I am much of what my parents and especially my grandparents were -- inherited stature, coloring, brains, bones (that part unfortunate), plus transmitted prejudices, culture, scruples, likings, moralities, and mo.. | family heritage identity morality past personal-history personality predispositions values | Wallace Stegner | |
| ea9fedb | Are writers reporters, prophets, crazies, entertainers, preachers, judges, what? | Wallace Stegner | ||
| a0f0707 | If you could forget mortality... You could really believe that time is circular, and not linear and progressive as our culture is bent on proving. Seen in geological perspective, we are fossils in the making, to be buried and eventually exposed again for the puzzlement of creatures of later eras. | culture literature | Wallace Stegner | |
| 33ab93b | I hope they have found enough pleasure along the way so that they don't want it ended | Wallace Stegner | ||
| 6f636cc | It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure of longing, a measure of discontent, a measure of fatigue, a dash of bitterness, and pouf, there he stood. | longing love | Wallace Stegner | |
| a34c1d6 | I find it hard to describe what it is like to look fully into eyes that one has known that well--known better than one knows the look of one's own eyes, actually--and then put away, deliberately forgotten. That instantly reasserted intimacy, that resumption of what looks like friendly concern, is like nakedness, like exposure. | intimacy transparency | Wallace Stegner | |
| 955aa16 | The problem with abstractions (like reports and documents) is that they create illusions of agreement. A hundred people can read the same words, but in their heads, they're imagining a hundred different things. | Jason Fried David Heinemeier Hansson | ||
| 99b738c | Snoke's escape shuttle is gone," the general replied. Kylo considered that. Rey had recovered first. She must have realized he was at her mercy, yet she'd left him alive. Almost as if she cared for him." | kylo-ren rey reylo star-wars | Jason Fry | |
| 25d22dd | On this Thursday, on this particular walk to school, there was an old frog croaking in the stream behind the hedge as we went by. 'Can you hear him, Danny?' 'Yes,' I said, 'That is a bullfrog calling to his wife. He does it by blowing out his dewlap and letting it go with a burp.' 'What is a dewlap?' I asked. 'It's the loose skin on his throat. He can blow it up just like a balloon.' 'What happens when his wife hears him?' 'She goes hopping.. | Roald Dahl | ||
| bb0fa15 | Is it ever occurring to you that a human bean who is fifty is spending about twenty years sleeping fast? | Roald Dahl | ||
| 6878d74 | An idiotic vitch like you Must rrroast upon the barbecue! | Roald Dahl | ||
| 5f8a1f5 | I'm blessed, for I have sinned with the best damned fuck in the universe. | Christie Ridgway | ||
| cd28094 | Then the train resumed its journey, leaving in its wake, in a snowy field in Poland, hundreds of naked orphans without a tomb. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| f9c844d | There are those who tell me that I survived in order to write this text. I am not convinced. I don't know how I survived; I was weak, rather shy; I did nothing to save myself. A miracle? Certainly not. If heaven could or would perform a miracle for me, why not for others more deserving than myself? It was nothing more than chance. However, having survived, I needed to give some meaning to my survival. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| e2547d6 | Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith forever. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 645e7ae | The ghetto was ruled by neither German nor Jew; it was ruled by delusion. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| af291bf | What is man? Dust turned to hope. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 9fd093c | Too often we think sharing our weaknesses will cause us to lose respect. We think making our weaknesses know will cause us to lose the honour to be able to proclaim the Word of God in our congregations or our businesses. I know longer believe that is true. Not today, in our post modern culture. What I do believe is the more you tell the truth about yourself - appropriately, winsomely, age-appropriately, within a context - the more effective.. | Dan B. Allender | ||
| 41f1384 | Genuine trust involves allowing another to matter and have an impact in our lives. For that reason, many who hate and do battle with God trust Him more deeply than those whose complacent faith permits an abstract and motionless stance before Him. Those who trust God most are those whose faith permits them to risk wrestling with Him over the deepest questions of life. Good hearts are captured in a divine wrestling match; fearful, doubting he.. | Dan B. Allender | ||
| 7fda291 | One of the big features of living alone was that you could talk to yourself all you wanted and address imaginary audiences, running the gamut of emotion. | Mary McCarthy | ||
| 04ade20 | You can date the evolving life of a mind, like the age of a tree, by the rings of friendship formed by the expanding central trunk. | Mary McCarthy |