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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6769c9b | J'ai reflechi, je ne me fais pas d'illusions, je t'aime mais je n'ai pas confiance en toi. Puisque ce que nous vivons n'est pas reel, alors c'est un jeu. Je n'ai plus l'age de jouer a chat. Ne cherche pas a m'appeler, ni a savoir ou je suis, ni comment je vis, je crois que ce n'est plus le probleme. J'ai reflechi, je pense que c'est la meilleure solution, faire comme toi, vivre de mon cote en t'aimant bien mais de loin. Je ne veux pas atten.. | Anna Gavalda | ||
| d8b82e8 | I'm gonna kick your ass, Callahan." "Really? You and what army?" She probably weighed about a hundred pounds. We both knew she wasn't kicking anyone's ass. "Don't get too cocky. One of these days, I'll figure out a way to take you down." I laughed and said, "Oooh, I'm scared, Anna." What I didn't admit, though, was that she could have brought me to my knees with one touch of her hand, if she put it in the right place. I wondered if she knew.. | Tracey Garvis-Graves | ||
| 830f0ea | Maybe it wasn't about being alone. Maybe the answer wasn't about hiding from those who wanted something, but about finding those who needed help but would never considering asking. | Tracey Garvis-Graves | ||
| ea2b3d5 | I did tell you yesterday that I wasn't feeling especially pretty." "Even when you're sick, you're a solid eight point five." "How very sweet in a completely sexist way." "When you're not sick you're an eleven." | Tracey Garvis-Graves | ||
| 1400525 | I made the mistake of looking down when I got ready to wash his legs. The water in the lagoon was clear enough to see that he had a hard-on sticking up in this shorts. "TJ!" "Sorry." He looked at me sheepishly. "I cant hide this one." I suddenly didn't know where to look. It wasn't his fault though; I had forgotten what would happen if you rubbed a seventeen-year-old all over with your hands. Or any man, actually." | Tracey Garvis-Graves | ||
| 5b56975 | When something is finished, it cannot be possessed. Nothing can be possessed but the struggle. | life-lessons | Flannery O'Connor | |
| 5062e54 | But learned people can analyze for me why I fear hell and their implication is that there is no hell. But I believe in hell. Hell seems a great deal more feasible to my weak mind than heaven. No doubt because hell is a more earth-seeming thing. I can fancy the tortures of the damned but I cannot imagine the disembodied souls hanging in a crystal for all eternity praising God. | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| 5ea54e5 | Go back to hell where you came from, you old warthog | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| e2d4fce | I preach there are all kinds of truth, your truth and somebody else's, but behind all of them, there's only one truth and that is that there's no truth, | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| 0e3bc1e | She felt that she would have to be much more than just a doctor or an engineer. She would have to be a saint... | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| 94f98ee | Simone Weil's] life is almost a perfect blend of the Comic and the Terrible, which two things may be opposite sides of the same coin. In my own experience, everything funny I have written is more terrible than it is funny, or only funny because it is terrible, or only terrible because it is funny. | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| 8042df7 | Does one's integrity ever lie in what he is not able to do? I think that usually it does, for free will does not mean one will, but many wills conflicting in one man. Freedom cannot be conceived simply. It is a mystery and one which a novel, even a comic novel, can only be asked to deepen. | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| 9a7fae2 | I don't really think the standard of judgment, the missing link, you spoke of that you find in my stories emerges from any religion but Christianity, because it concerns specifically Christ and the Incarnation, the fact that there has been a unique intervention in history. It's not a matter in these stories of Do Unto Others. That can be found in any ethical cultural series. It is the fact of the Word made flesh. | jesus religion the-golden-rule | Flannery O'Connor | |
| fea0c66 | The modern hero is the outsider. His experience is rootless. He can go anywhere. He belongs nowhere. Being alien to nothing, he ends up being alienated from any type of community based on common tastes and interests. The borders of his country are the sides of his skull. | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| a587301 | He felt his hunger no longer as a pain but as a tide. He felt it rising in himself through time and darkness, rising through the centuries, and he knew that it rose in a line of men whose lives were chosen to sustain it, who would wander in the world, strangers from that violent country where the silence is never broken except to shout the truth. He felt it building from the blood of Abel to his own, rising and spreading in the night, a red.. | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| c02425b | Humankind is drawn to dogs because they are so like ourselves--bumbling, affectionate, confused, easily disappointed, eager to be amused, grateful for kindness and the least attention. | Patricia B. McConnell | ||
| d689c80 | But who could agree with someone who was so certain you were going to be sober the day after tomorrow? | Malcolm Lowry | ||
| 1b04568 | The Hawk hired fifty harpers and jesters and taught them new songs. Songs about the puny fairy fool who had been chased away from Dalkeith-Upon-the-Sea by the legendary Hawk. And being such a legend in his own time, his tales were ceded great truth and staying power. The players were delighted with the epic grandeur of such a wild tale. When they had rehearsed to perfection the ditties and refrains portraying the defeat of the fool, the Haw.. | hawk karen-marie-moning | Karen Marie Moning | |
| 72ca8f1 | Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is no more than a lemon-colored speck against the sunrise. | home otma russia russian-revolution sadness the-romanovs tsar-nicholas-ii | Sarah Miller | |
| 320f562 | Excuse me, but I believe you have my lady," one of them said in a quiet, deep voice that sent veritable chills down George's spine. Harry." | georgina harryakathehunk leopard | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| a11c587 | Mary awoke from her nightmare with a pounding heart, convinced that she had only imagined Elizabeth's cruel plot. A full moon was shining into her chamber, illuminating everything around her in silvery light. That was when she noticed for the first time that there were bars on her window. | Margaret George | ||
| 62913f7 | good, better, best, never let it rest, until your good is better, and your better best. | Elizabeth George | ||
| 873b077 | I was ever the realist, sometimes to my sorrow. But seldom to my regret. | Margaret George | ||
| 1b2982e | She] soon perceived that as she walked in the flock, sometimes with this one, sometimes with that, that the fresh night air was producing staggerings and serpentine courses among the men who had partaken too freely; some of the more careless women were also wandering in their gait. . . . Yet however terrestrial and lumpy their appearance just now to the mean unglamoured eye, to themselves the case was different. They followed the road with .. | women | Thomas Hardy | |
| c7dfa5b | If 'dead' matter has reared up this curious landscape of fiddling crickets, song sparrows, and wondering men, it must be plain even to the most devoted materialists that the matter of which he speaks contains amazing, if not dreadful, powers, and may not impossibly be, as Thomas Hardy has suggested, 'but one mask of many worn by the Great Face behind. | meaning meaning-of-life | Loren Eiseley | |
| 0f40a83 | She had been too early habituated to anxious reasoning to drop the habit suddenly. | conditioning faith habit worry | Thomas Hardy | |
| 4cd31f4 | God was palpably present in the country, and the devil had gone with the world to town. | Thomas Hardy | ||
| 3a8da97 | I can't bear that they, and everybody, should think people wicked because they may have chosen to live their own way! | Thomas Hardy | ||
| 4583c9e | And they will pause just for an instant, and give a sigh to me, and think, "Poor girl!" believing they do great justice to my memory by this. But they will never, never realize that it was my single opportunity of existence, as well as of doing my duty, which they are regarding; they will not feel that what to them is but a thought, easily held in those two words of pity, "Poor girl!" was a whole life to me, as full of hours, minutes, and p.. | grieving life mourning | Thomas Hardy | |
| 8b17186 | It was a fatal omission of Boldwood's that he had never once told her she was beautiful. | thomas-hardy | Thomas Hardy | |
| 92cc92a | I have sometimes thought--that under the affectation of independent views you are as enslaved to the social code as any woman I know! | slave social-code sue-bridehead woman | Thomas Hardy | |
| 7c2e395 | Stupors, however, do not last forever | Thomas Hardy | ||
| 131d61d | Life is an oasis which is submerged in the swirling waves of sorrows and agonies. | Thomas Hardy | ||
| 9068192 | That innate love of melody, which she had inherited from her ballad-singing mother, gave the simplest music a power which could well-nigh drag her heart out of her bosom at times. | senses | Thomas Hardy | |
| bf6e2c9 | She might have seen that what had bowed her head so profoundly - the thought of the world's concern at her situation - was founded on illusion. She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself. To all humankind besides, Tess was only a passing thought. | self-absorption | Thomas Hardy | |
| 073dcd7 | When I want a broad-minded opinion for general enlightenment, distinct from special advice, I never go to a man who deals in the subject professionally. So I like the parson's opinion on law, the lawyer's on doctoring, the doctor's on business, and my business-man's . . . on morals. | opinions | Thomas Hardy | |
| 6dafd6f | Events did not rhyme quite as he had thought. | Thomas Hardy | ||
| 703fa29 | He is a sort of steady man in a wild way, you know. That's better than to be as some are, wild in a steady way. I am afraid that's how I am. | Thomas Hardy | ||
| 67f3355 | It was quite impossible, he found, to ask to be delivered from temptation when your heart's desire was to be tempted unto seventy times seven. | Thomas Hardy | ||
| a7fd6b0 | His parted lips were lips which spoke, not of love, but of millions of miles; those were eyes which habitually gazed, not into the depths of other eyes, but into other worlds. Within his temples dwelt thoughts, not of woman's looks, but of stellar aspects and the configuration of constellations. | Thomas Hardy | ||
| 63f6060 | Half an hour afterwards Dick emerged from the inn, and if Fancy's lips had been real cherries, probably Dick's would have appeared deeply stained. | love | Thomas Hardy | |
| fab06cb | Everybody's weird, fundamentally everybody is a snap. Sometimes it's a sexual thing and sometimes it's a different kind of weirdness, but one way or another everybody's nuts. | weird | Lawrence Block | |
| a9e4cac | The world can only appear monochromatic to those who persist in interpreting what they experience through the lens of a single cultural paradigm, their own. For those with the eyes to see and the heart to feel, it remains a rich and complex topography of the spirit. | Wade Davis | ||
| 40c05c7 | It is only in our beautiful France that wholesale slaughter is done lawfully, in the name of liberty and of brotherly love | Emmuska Orczy |