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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4072ebe | Miss Bulstrode had another faculty which demonstrated her superiority over most other women. She could listen. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 1c500bf | But it is not everything in life that has its ticket, so much. There are things that are not for sale. | can-t-buy-everything five-little-pigs hercule-poirot life murder-mystery not-for-sale things-that-cannot-be-bought | Agatha Christie | |
| 5749940 | One's own troubles sharpen one's eyes sometimes. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 4b52a02 | I looked at her. Sheila was my girl--the girl I wanted--and wanted for keeps. But it wasn't any use having illusions about her. Sheila was a liar and probably always would be a liar. It was her way of fighting for survival--the quick easy glib denial. It was a child's weapon--and she'd probably never got out of using it. If I wanted Sheila, I must accept her as she was--be at hand to prop up the weak places. We've all got our weak places. M.. | lies love mistakes weakness | Agatha Christie | |
| cd8dda9 | Describe snow to someone who's lived in the desert. Depict the colour blue for a blind man. Almost impossible to fashion the word. | Andrea Levy | ||
| 8280829 | Every reader has found charms by which to secure possession of a page that, by magic, becomes as if never read before, fresh and immaculate. | page reader reading | Alberto Manguel | |
| 4d5bdb4 | If justice takes place, there may be hope, even in the face of a seemingly capricious divinity. | hope justice | Alberto Manguel | |
| 96ce807 | As any reader knows, a printed page creates its own reading space, its own physical landscape in which the texture of the paper, the colour of the ink, the view of the whole ensemble acquire in the reader's hands specific meanings that lend tone and context to the words. | Alberto Manguel | ||
| 7786a0a | The poor are used to stifling any expression of their despair, because they must get on with life, with work, with the demands made of them day after day, hour after hour. | Georges Simenon | ||
| 21e22fa | I miss you, dad. | Frank Beddor | ||
| 6583154 | If I lived by some code, my actions would become predictable. The enemy would take advantage of this and I'd be killed. An honorable death doesn't exist. Death is death. But it's funny that survival and revenge require the same thing: no honor codes, no supposed higher principles to aspire to, no mercy | honor | Frank Beddor | |
| 0c3b6cb | Redd stared at the bald head bent down before her. How refreshing Vollrath's sacrifice was. He didn't beg for his life. He didn't embarrasss himself with groveling or sniveling, or appeals to her nomexistent mercy. Thinking that he might still be helpful in finding her Looking Glass Maze, she said, "I'm feeling generous today. You get to live." | Frank Beddor | ||
| 59a0d86 | Without a twich of exertion, Redd sealed his lips with glue. "Who wants to kill him?" | Frank Beddor | ||
| 04151cb | The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day. | daughter death father loss memories | Frank Beddor | |
| 9058a45 | As members of my cabinet," Alyss calmly explained, "you share in the responsibilty of ensuring a safe furture for Wonderland. I'm sure the four of you will agree that we're in a crisis and that trying times bring out the best in you. What queen wouldn't want such helpful cabinet members by her side in an hour of need? Forgive me for calling you here. I was thinking only of myself and others when I did it. But for the love of your rank if no.. | Frank Beddor | ||
| 0e70b3e | Redd's face contorted with a sudden realization. "How could I have been so stupid?" The Cat was trying to decide if this was a rhetorical question when she roared, "It's a construct!" With a dismiissive swing of Redd's arm, Alyss and her army began to shimmer, the billon points of engery that formed them monentarily visible before exploding apart into nothing. Redd scoped the queendom with her imagination's eye. "Where are you, Alyss? Where.. | Frank Beddor | ||
| 5dad745 | Maybe calling it being hitched ain't the prettiest way to say you're married, but it's the truth to my mind and true in a good way, because you're working together and depending on each other, and you're sharing the load. | Ron Rash | ||
| 9c95939 | Some claim heaven has streets of gold and all such things, but I hold a different notion. When we're there, we'll say to the angels, why, a lot of heaven's glory was in the place we come from. And you know what them angels will say? They'll say yes, pilgrim, and how often did you notice? What did you seek? | Ron Rash | ||
| b811a21 | I despise women who rely on men entirely for their own existence. | reliance | Lindsey Davis | |
| f24220e | I mean, I've always loved her, we've been best mates for years. When I started this thing, I thought that maybe, maybe there was something else - the germ of something else that could happen between us. But I don't think I was entirely serious. It was speculative, you know. But, bloody hell, it's bitten me in the arse. And now I love her. I think about her all the time. When I'm not with her, I'm just waiting for the next time I can be, and.. | Elizabeth Noble | ||
| 7f5b86d | No one loves me,-no one cares for me, but you, mother.' (...) She put her hands on his shoulders; she was a tall woman. She looked into his face; she made him look at her. 'Mother's love is given by God, John. It holds fast for ever and ever. A girl's love is like a puff of smoke,-it changes with every wind. And she would not have you, my own lad, would not she? | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 92a842e | But Margaret went less abroad, among machinery and men; saw less of power in its public effect, and, as it happened, she was thrown with one or two of those who, in all measures affecting masses of people, must be acute sufferers for the good of many. The question always is, has everything been done to make the sufferings of these exceptions as small as possible? | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 2268eae | Tell me what he was like as a baby." "Why, Margaret, you must not be hurt, but he was much prettier than you were. I remember, when I first saw you in Dixon's arms, I said, 'Dear, what an ugly little thing!" | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| d7c0c9e | Nothing like the act of eating for equalising men. Dying is nothing to it. The philosopher dies sententiously--the pharisee ostentatiously--the simple-hearted humbly--the poor idiot blindly, as the sparrow falls to the ground; the philosopher and idiot, publican and pharisee, all eat after the same fashion--given an equally good digestion. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 29d1aa4 | It had been a royal time of luxury to him, with all its stings and contumelies, compared to the poverty that crept round and clipped the anticipation of the future down to sordid fact, and life without an atmosphere of either hope or fear. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 8e77127 | Looking back upon the year's accumulated heap of troubles, Margaret wondered how they had been borne. If she could have anticipated them, how she would have shrunk away and hid herself from the coming time! And yet day by day had, of itself, and by itself, been very endurable--small, keen, bright little spots of positive enjoyment having come sparkling into the very middle of sorrows. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 740d63b | And besides, in the matter of friendship, I have observed that the disappointment here arises chiefly, from liking our friends too well, or thinking of them too highly, but rather from an over-estimate of liking for and opinion of ; and that if we guard ourselves with sufficient scrupulousness of care from error in this direction, and can be content, and even happy to give more affection than we receive -- can make just comparison of c.. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| ad07bc1 | We shape our God, and then our God shapes us. | Rob Bell | ||
| a515fff | To make it really clear and simple, let's call this movement across history we see in passages like the ones we just looked at from Exodus and Deuteronomy clicks. What we see is God meeting people at the click they're at, and then drawing them forward. When they're at F, God calls them to G. When we're at L, God calls us to M. And if we're way back there at A, God meets us way back there at A and does what God always does: invites us forwar.. | Rob Bell | ||
| 62a8541 | When you are bored, restless, longing for something more, unfulfilled, feeling like you've settled, haunted by the sense of being trapped in your own life, these are the deep waters of your soul speaking to you, telling you something is wrong, something is missing, something needs to change. | change restlessness trapped | Rob Bell | |
| 273b1a9 | If you feel stuck in your life, like it's passing you by, like there's something way better for you somewhere out there and you're missing it, try this--try throwing yourself into the small things and repeating to yourself: This is where I start. | Rob Bell | ||
| e21c6b4 | If anybody didn't have a messiah complex, it was Jesus | god religon | Rob Bell | |
| 4d16284 | Find your rituals, develop your routines, create those practices that ground and center you. Stick to them, don't apologize for them, treat them, even the small things, like they're big things. | Rob Bell | ||
| b7472e2 | But before Christianity was a rich and powerful religion, before it was associated with buildings, budgets, crusades, colonialism, or televangelism, it began as a revolutionary nonviolent movement promoting a new kind of aliveness on the margins of society. | Brian D. McLaren | ||
| a2948d8 | The real cost of living is dying, and we're spending days like millionaires: a week here, a month there, casually spunked until all you have left are the two pennies on your eyes. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 47178bd | I believe in music and gin and joy and talking too much and human kindness. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| ed2eee0 | While motherhood is an incredible vocation, it has no more inherent worth than a childless woman simply being who she is, to the utmost of her capabilities. To think otherwise betrays a belief that being a thinking, creative, productive, and fulfilled woman is, somehow, not enough. That no action will ever be the equal of giving birth. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 2b4bd4f | Because I still don't know what I really think or feel, and I'm throwing grenades and filling the air with smoke while I desperately, desperately try to get off the ground: to get elevation. Because I haven't yet learned the simplest and most important thing of all: the world is difficult, and we are all breakable. So just be kind. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 32f2af4 | And of course, the deepest irony about the young being cynical is that they are the ones that need to move, and dance, and trust the most. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| cc42b4c | Don't you think women would be happier if Layla had a whole chorus about Eric Clapton watching Patti Boyd trying to climb over a park fence, pissed, in order to retrieve a shoe she threw in there, for a bet? | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 14b520e | A man who has been shot at is a new realist, and what do you say to a realist when the war is a war of ideals? | Michael Shaara | ||
| ba126f8 | I don't really understand it. Never have. The more I think on it the more it horrifies me. How can they look in the eyes of a man and make a slave of him and then quote the Bible? | Michael Shaara | ||
| e12e4e7 | So then she took me home, or I took her home, or we were both somehow taken to the closest thing. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 155eb04 | For some people, she thought, trials were only temporary; they sailed towards happiness through the roughest weather. | luck | Emma Donoghue |