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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7457b7e | As for the fan, she agreed that it was a most amusing trifle: just what she would wish to buy for herself, if it had not been so excessively ugly! | Georgette Heyer | ||
| 8d34266 | I'm not talking nonsense, lass. I'd give you the whole of the moon if I could, and throw in the stars for good measure,' he said, taking her hand, and kissing it. 'You couldn't be content with less? | Georgette Heyer | ||
| 91d936c | You will be a widow before the morning. | widow | Georgette Heyer | |
| 4ead5ca | The truth is that I told Lucius Kennet and Silas to kidnap you for me, but I thought they could do it without using any horrid stratagems! That was fair enough! There could be no possible objection, for how could I kidnap you myself? | Georgette Heyer | ||
| 6f7cc32 | Do you have a husband concealed about you? | Georgette Heyer | ||
| 0e3bad6 | I shan't ask you how you do, ma'am: to enquire after a lady's health implies that she is not in her best looks. Besides, I can see that you are in high bloom. | Georgette Heyer | ||
| 3234a78 | I never drive when I can ride," said his lordship indifferently. "I make no doubt at all that had I been Mary Challoner you would have been glad enough to have borne me company!" The Marquis was snuffing one of the candles, but he looked up at that, and there was a glint in his eye. "That, my dear, is quite another matter," he said." | Georgette Heyer | ||
| 7f6a738 | Desford said abruptly: "How old are you, my child? Sixteen? Seventeen?" "Oh, no, I am much older than that!" she replied. "I'm as old as Lucasta - all but a few weeks!" "Then why are you not downstairs dancing with the rest of them?" he demanded. "You must surely be out!" "No, I'm not," she said. "I don't suppose I ever shall be, either. Unless my papa turns out not to be dead, and comes home to take care of me himself. But I don't think th.. | Georgette Heyer | ||
| 73934f9 | Maybe that is the one real division between men: wood men and desert men. | men trees wood | Kurban Said | |
| 837f12e | We are not as impervious as we think we are. - Dr Maura Isles | Tess Gerritsen | ||
| ef4ee0c | Is this all we are? A necklace of chemicals? Where, in the double helix, does the soul lie? | Tess Gerritsen | ||
| 46e3a28 | Beware the ignorant, Lorenzo. They're the most dangerous enemy of all, because they are everywhere. | Tess Gerritsen | ||
| 8d2085d | Maybe it's because I can't have him that I feel safe wanting him. He's beyond my reach, so he won't hurt me. | Tess Gerritsen | ||
| d91b46a | Sanctification is like a clumsy, slow walk rather than a light switch that we turn from off to on. | Edward T. Welch | ||
| e3a29eb | Hoeveel bedroevender nog dan vroeger vond ik het sedert die dag (...) dat ik geen aanleg voor schrijven had en ervan moest afzien ooit een beroemde schrijver te worden. | beroemd schrijven talent | Marcel Proust | |
| e3d5dd6 | Is Dust immortal then, I ask'd him, so that we may see it blowing through the Centuries? But as Walter gave no Answer I jested with him further to break his Melancholy humour: What is Dust, Master Pyne? And he reflected a little: It is particles of Matter, no doubt. Then we are all Dust indeed, are we not? And in a feigned Voice he murmered, For Dust thou art and shalt to Dust return. Then he made a Sour face, but only yo laugh the more. | dust history london time | Peter Ackroyd | |
| e783b7b | For when I trace back the years I have liv'd, gathering them up in my Memory, I see what a chequer'd Work Of Nature my life has been. If I were now to inscribe my own History with its unparalleled Sufferings and surprizing Adventures (as the Booksellers might indite it), I know that the great Part of the World would not believe the Passages there related, by reason of the Strangeness of them, but I cannot help their Unbelief; and if the Rea.. | history reader time writer | Peter Ackroyd | |
| ff9cb11 | Stability itself is nothing but a more languid motion. | Stephen Greenblatt | ||
| 3e36efa | Her name is Abby. She's sweet and smart and funny. Jack is five and can't catch a football to save his life, but we're working on it. Gracie's three. She's got curls and dimples and can talk me into just about anything. Charlie is two and stings to me like a tick. Annie's almost seven and most of the time I'm not sure she likes me. | Claudia Connor | ||
| 31fc4f5 | Well did the traveler know those garden lands that lie betwixt the wood of the Cerenerian Sea, and blithely did he follow the singing river Oukranos that marked his course. The sun rose higher over gentle slopes of grove and lawn, and heightened the colors of the thousand flowers that starred each knoll and dangle. A blessed haze lies upon all this region, wherein is held a little more of the sunlight than other places hold, and a little mo.. | fantasy lovecraft | H.P. Lovecraft | |
| 555e7e7 | I'll tell you something of the forbidden horrors she led me into - something of the age-old horrors that even now are festering in out-of-the-way corners with a few monstrous priests to keep them alive. Some people know things about the universe that nobody ought to know, and can do things that nobody ought to be able to do. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| d064e33 | While my chosen form of story-writing is obviously a special and perhaps a narrow one, it is none the less a persistent and permanent type of expression, as old as literature itself. There will always be a certain small percentage of persons who feel a burning curiosity about unknown outer space, and a burning desire to escape from the prison-house of the known and the real into those enchanted lands of incredible adventure and infinite pos.. | fantasy fiction lovecraft weird-fiction wonder | H.P. Lovecraft | |
| f8fdbbf | Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal; that all things appear as they do only by virtue of the delicate individual physical and mental media through which we are made | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 5e1fba5 | Quand on aime la vie, on ne lit pas. | Michel Houellebecq | ||
| 397896c | The appeal of the spectrally macabre is generally narrow because it demands from the reader a certain degree of imagination and a capacity for detachment from everyday life. Relatively few are free enough from the spell of the daily routine to respond to tappings from outside, and tales of ordinary feelings and events, or of common sentimental distortions of such feelings and events, will always take first place in the taste of the majority.. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 2479a00 | In that shrieking the inmost soul of human fear and agony clawed hopelessly and insanely at the ebony gates of oblivion. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| f2cfcde | My searchlight expired, but still I ran. I heard voices, and yowls, and echoes, but above all there gently rose that impious, insidious scurrying, gently rising, rising as a stiff bloated corpse gently rises above an oily river that flows under endless onyx bridges to a black putrid sea. Something bumped into me - something soft and plump. It must have been the rats; the viscous, gelatinous, ravenous army that feast on the dead and the livi.. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 1918ac6 | Parenthood wasn't about blood or biology, he found; it was about a joyful willingness to give yourself over, to subordinate your own needs for someone else's. When you loved your kids, you'd give up everything to keep them safe and make them happy, and you didn't care about the other things, the ones that went away. | Lisa Unger | ||
| 56e073b | New Rule: Stop lying to me about your pancake mix. The back of the box says 1 1/2 cups makes ten to twelve pancakes. Really? 'Cause I get four. Who's your cook, Jesus? | Bill Maher | ||
| 7d2858b | They" hate us because they feel--and "they" are not wrong--that it is within our power to do so much more, and that we practice a kind of passive-aggressive violence on the Third World. We do this by, for example, demonizing tobacco as poison here while promoting cigarettes in Asia; inflating produce prices by paying farmers not to grow food as millions go hungry worldwide; skimping on quality and then imposing tariffs on foreign products m.. | extremism hate ignorance irresponsible passive-aggressive poverty poverty-and-politics suffering third-world violence | Bill Maher | |
| 6dd2d1d | no es cuestion de dejar de vivir solo porque hayas perdido a alguien. | S.E. Hinton | ||
| 41fe098 | Soda was glaring at him. "Leave my kid brother alone, you hear? It ain't his fault he likes to go to the movies, and it ain't his fault the Socs like to jump us, and if he had been carrying a blade it would have been a good excuse to cut him to ribbons." -- | S.E. Hinton | ||
| 2f708e7 | The shade of difference that separates a greaser from a hood wasn't present in Dally. | S.E. Hinton | ||
| e71f512 | I forgot what we were celebrating. Because we were always celebrating something, a new job, a new poem, a new love, a new dream. | living-life-to-the-fullest | Audre Lorde | |
| c83d87d | I have been woman for a long time beware my smile I am treacherous with old magic | Audre Lorde | ||
| 6bdfb49 | Tell them about how you're never really a whole person if you remain silent, because there's always that one little piece inside you that wants to be spoken out, and if you keep ignoring it, it gets madder and madder and hotter and hotter, and if you don't speak it out one day it will just up and punch you in the mouth from the inside. | Audre Lorde | ||
| 94924a6 | We are all more blind to what we have than to what we have not. | gratitude | Audre Lorde | |
| 29e40a2 | I have found that battling despair does not mean closing my eyes to the enormity of the tasks of effecting change, nor ignoring the strength and the barbarity of the forces aligned against us. It means teaching, surviving and fighting with the most important resource I have, myself, and taking joy in that battle. It means, for me, recognizing the enemy outside, and the enemy within, and knowing that my work is part of a continuum of women's.. | Audre Lorde | ||
| 05d3b74 | The fear that we cannot grow beyond whatever distortions we may find within ourselves keeps us docile and loyal and obedient, externally defined, and leads us to accept many facets of our oppression as women. | Audre Lorde | ||
| 3381d8f | To be sane, we must recognise our beliefs as fictions. | James Hillman | ||
| 33ab64f | Things don't go away. They become you. There is no end, as T.S. Eliot somewhere says, but addition: the trailing consequence of further days and hours. No freedom from the past, or from the future. But we keep making our way, as we have to. We're all pretty much able to deal even with the worst that life can fire at us, if we simply admit that it is very difficult. I think that's the whole of the answer. We make our way, and effort and tim.. | Darin Strauss | ||
| 8b39121 | And I must borrow every changing shape To find expression ... dance, dance Like a dancing bear, Cry like a parrot, chatter like an ape. Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance | T.S. Eliot | ||
| 2326987 | Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree : you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say 'this we know'. | T.S. Eliot | ||
| 0ea7d56 | For I have known them all already,known them all. Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall, Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? | T.S. Eliot |