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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7d0634f | The backlash against feminism remains savage, strong, and omnipresent, but it is not winning. The world has changed profoundly, and it needs to change far more. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 75969c9 | We treat desire as a problem to be solved, address what desire is for and focus on that something and how to acquire it rather than on the nature and the sensation of desire, though often it is the distance between us and the object of desire that fills in the space in between with the blue of longing. I wonder sometimes whether with a slight adjustment of perspective it could be cherished as a sensation in its own terms, since it is as inh.. | love patience rebecca-solnit sensation | Rebecca Solnit | |
| c703a80 | It is often mild distraction that moves imagination forward, not uninterrupted concentration. Thinking then works by indirection, sauntering in a roundabout way to places it cannot reach directly. | walking | Rebecca Solnit | |
| e19a724 | I like walking because it is slow, and I suspect that the mind, like the feet, works at about three miles an hour. If this is so, then modern life is moving faster than the speed of thought or thoughtfulness. | modernity reflection slow technology thinking thoughtfulness time walking | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 9da20aa | You may be told that the legal decisions lead the changes, that judges and lawmakers lead the culture in those theaters called courtrooms, but they only ratify change. They are almost never where change begins, only where it ends up, for most changes travel from the edges to the center. | hope politics | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 21fa6ad | Family. The greatest loyalty after God in the world. | Sarah Dunant | ||
| 7ada5fe | Just another game he played in a world where heroes were legends and honor was a myth. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| bf82ab1 | It's easier to believe the most outlandish lie that confirms what you suspect than the most obvious truth that denies it. | illusion lie | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| b35b0fe | The two of them just sort of clicked, like old friends who'd just met. Friends-at-first-sight, if there was such a thing. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 4a44e56 | A--ris--ta?" Degan asked, sounding horse. "What is it?" "A rat bit me," she said, once again shocked by her own rasping voice. "Jasper does that if--" Gaunt coughed and hacked. After a moment, he spoke again. "If he thinks you're dead or too weak to fight." "Jasper?" "I call him that, but I've also named the stones in my cell." "I only counted mine," Arista said. "Two hundred and thirty-four," Degan replied instantly. "I have two hundred an.. | humor prisoners | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| b4ef222 | The smallest of the children fascinated Myron, and he watched them in amazement. They were like short drunk people, loud and usually dirty, but all were surprisingly cute and looked at him in much the same way that he looked at them. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 2227212 | What does borderline personality mean, anyhow? It appears to be a way station between neurosis and psychosis: a fractured but not disassembled psyche. Though to quote my post-Melvin psychiatrist: "It's what they call people whose lifestyles bother them." | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 64b8ecc | In a strange way we were free. We'd reached the end of the line. We had nothing more to lose. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| f891480 | There is thought, and then there is thinking about thoughts, and they don't feel the same. They must reflect quite different aspects of brain function. The point is, the brain talks to itself, and by talking to itself changes its perceptions. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 0708627 | Did the hospital specialize in poets and singers, or was it that poets and singers specialized in madness? | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| af87ce7 | It comes back to the old question: How can the Bible be so wise in some places and so barbaric in others? And why should we put any faith in a book that includes such brutality? | A.J. Jacobs | ||
| 62f4536 | The key to making healthy decisions is to respect your future self. Honor him or her. Treat him or her like you would treat a friend or a loved one. | healthy | A.J. Jacobs | |
| a7d34bc | Si te llevas un libro a un viaje -le habia dicho Mo cuando introdujo el primero en la caja- sucede algo muy extrano: el libro empezara a atesorar tus recuerdos. Mas tarde, bastara con abrirlo para trasladarte al lugar donde lo leiste por vez primera. Y con las primeras palabras recordaras todo: las imagenes, los olores, el helado que te comiste mientras leias... Creeme, los libros son como esas tiras de papel matamoscas. A nada se pegan tan.. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| a3de40e | Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page any more than they begin on the first page | life reading stories | Cornelia Funke | |
| d59d2e0 | Yes, every evening. Your mother enjoyed it. That evening she chose Inkheart. She always did like tales of adventure - stories full of brightness and darkness. She could tell you the names of all King Arthur's knights, and she knew everything about Beowulf and Grendel, the ancient gods and the not-quite-so-ancient heroes. She liked pirate stories, too, but most of all she loved books that had at least a knight or a dragon or a fairy in them... | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 7825655 | It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like so long as somebody loves you. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 3daf170 | Power. Like wine when you have it. Like poison when you lose it. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| d1fc611 | She'd been so certain she knew every crevice of his heart, but Jacob was like a country she'd only traveled through halfway. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 4dcbfec | Wenn du ein Buch auf eine Reise mitnimmst", hatte Mo gesagt, als er ihr das erste in die Kiste gelegt hatte, ,,dann geschieht etwas Seltsames: Das Buch wird anfangen, deine Erinnerungen zu sammeln. Du wirst es spater nur aufschlagen mussen und schon wirst du wieder dort sein, wo du zuerst darin gelesen hast. Schon mit den ersten Wortern wird alles zuruckkommen: die Bilder, die Geruche, das Eis, das du beim Lesen gegessen hast... Glaub mir, .. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 939426a | For the hundredth time, she closed her eyes so she could see another room in her mind's eye, one with a curtain full of stars, and a mattress surrounded by books that whispered their stories to her at night. - Pg. 235 | Cornelia Funke | ||
| acb9cd9 | Odd that your heart didn't simply stop when it hurt so much. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 7685fe8 | What's so unusual about that, princess?" he asked quietly. "Do you know how your story ends?" | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 84d4012 | Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment. | description night rain | Cornelia Funke | |
| 203eae0 | if you can change the fate of a character you read out of a book by adding new words to his story, then maybe you can change everything about it: who goes out, who comes in, how it ends, who's happy, and who's unhappy afterwards. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| af9f597 | The poem you brought yesterday,' said Balbulus in a bored voice as he bent over his work again, 'it was good. You ought to write such things more often, but I know you prefer writing stories for children or songs for the Motley Folk. And why? Just for the wind to sing your words? The spoken word is nothing, it hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal!' 'Eternal?' Fenoglio made the word sound as if there could be .. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| e5eb2dd | Secrets... nothing eats away at love faster. | secrets | Cornelia Funke | |
| 5507b54 | you almost believe that you will never come to the end of a roll of tape; and when you do, there is a feeling, nearly, though very briefly, of shock and grief. | Nicholson Baker | ||
| c4d8759 | Injustice alway captures the attention of the young," she said. "But as we get older we discover how difficult it is to change the world, and we learn to turn our eyes away from what we can't fix until we no longer see injustice at all." | Trudi Canavan | ||
| 8045bae | The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet. Streaming files of wild ducks began to make their appearance high in the air; the back of the squirrel might be heard from the groves of beech and hickory-nuts, and the pensive whistle of the quail at intervals from the neighboring stubble field. The small birds were tak.. | Washington Irving | ||
| a8d682f | Billy's Adam's apple bobbed. "Don't-" The knife at his throat cut him short. Black Tom cocked a thick brow. "Don't, wha? Hurt your littl' toffer?" Rotted teeth flashed. "She mean that much ta ye, then?" Bill licked his lips quickly. His skin took on a grayish hue as sweat seeded over his high brow. "Don't piss 'er off," he managed." | Kristen Callihan | ||
| 4dbf990 | The reinvention of daily life means marching off the edge of our maps | Bob Black | ||
| 4efc9c4 | I once sat down on a bench at Cape Town railway station where the notice "Whites Only" was obscured. A few moments later a white man approached and shouted: 'Get off!' It never occurred to him that he was achieving the opposite of his dreams of superiority and had become a living object of contempt, that human beings, when they are human, dare not conduct themselves in such ways." | Bessie Head | ||
| 5ddded9 | It felt like religious kitsch, as tacky as a black velvet painting, the kind of fantasy that appealed to people who ate too much fried food, spanked their kids, and had no problem with the theory that their loving God invented AIDS to punish the gays. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| a68dfeb | He'd never had to make the adjustments and compromises other people accepted early in their romantic careers; never had a chance to learn the lesson that Sarah taught him everyday--that beauty was only a part of it, and not even the most important part, that there were transactions between people that occurred on some mysterious level beneath the skin, or maybe even beyond the body. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 05e9cb5 | When your words are futile, you're better off keeping them to yourself, or never even thinking them in the first place. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 7aa7426 | He doesn't need any money , all he needs is his rucksack with those little plastic bags of dried food and a good pair of shoes and off he goes and enjoys the privileges of a millionaire in surroundings like this. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 6c3b09b | wishing there was a Personal God in all this impersonal matter. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 96408d5 | And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks! | Jack Kerouac | ||
| cdf0ad2 | It was my dream that screwed up, the stupid hearthside idea that it would be wonderful to follow one great red line across America instead of trying various roads and routes. | Jack Kerouac |