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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 88e200a | We are in this fairyland on sufferance; it is not for us to quarrel with the conditions under which we enjoy this wild vision of the world. | fantasy | G.K. Chesterton | |
| 4bac1e1 | While most science moves in a sort of curve, being constantly corrected by new evidence, this science flies off into space in a straight line uncorrected by anything. But the habit of forming conclusions, as they can really be formed in more fruitful fields, is so fixed in the scientific mind that it cannot resist talking like this. It talks about the idea suggested by one scrap of bone as if it were something like the aeroplane which is co.. | science | G.K. Chesterton | |
| f569984 | Nobody can imagine how nothing could turn into something. Nobody can get an inch nearer to it by explaining how something could turn into something else. It is really far more logical to start by saying 'In the beginning God created heaven and earth' even if you only mean 'In the beginning some unthinkable power began some unthinkable process.' For God is by its nature a name of mystery, and nobody ever supposed that man could imagine how a.. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| 3446da7 | The greatest of poems is an inventory. Every kitchen tool becomes ideal because Crusoe might have dropped it in the sea. It is a good exercise, in empty or ugly hours of the day, to look at anything, the coal-scuttle or the book-case, and think how happy one could be to have brought it out of the sinking ship on to the solitary island. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| c373ea0 | I felt in my bones; first, that this world does not explain itself. It may be a miracle with a supernatural explanation; it may be a conjuring trick, with a natural explanation. But the explanation of the conjuring trick, if it is to satisfy me, will have to be better than the natural explanations I have heard. The thing is magic, true or false. Second, I came to feel as if magic must have a meaning, and meaning must have some one to mean i.. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| c2180fe | No man knows he is young while he is young. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| 022472d | Somewhere embedded in every ordinary book are the five or six words for which really all the rest will be written. | words | G.K. Chesterton | |
| 2809e02 | There is only one thing which is generally safe from plagiarism -- self-denial. | individuality self-denial wisdom | G.K. Chesterton | |
| 878dc30 | Anyone who is not an anarchist agrees with having a policeman at the corner of the street; but the danger at present is that of finding the policeman half-way down the chimney or even under the bed. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| 8d10f8b | I do not know by what extraordinary mental accident modern writers so constantly connect the idea of progress with the idea of independent thinking. Progress is obviously the antithesis of independent thinking. For under independent or individualistic thinking, every man starts at the beginning, and goes, in all probability, just as far as his father before him. But if there really be anything of the nature of progress, it must mean, above .. | progress | G.K. Chesterton | |
| 38398ec | It is quite certain that the skirt means female dignity, not female submission; it can be proved by the simplest of all tests. No ruler would deliberately dress up in the recognized fetters of a slave; no judge would would appear covered with broad arrows. But when men wish to be safely impressive, as judges, priests or kings, they do wear skirts, the long, trailing robes of female dignity. The whole world is under petticoat government; for.. | femininity modesty skirts womanhood women | G.K. Chesterton | |
| 4be9b37 | Liberalism has been degraded into liberality. Men have tried to turn "revolutionise" from a transitive to an intransitive verb. The Jacobin could tell you not only the system he would rebel against, but (what was more important) the system he would not rebel against, the system he would trust. But the new rebel is a sceptic, and will not entirely trust anything. He has no loyalty; therefore he can never be really a revolutionist. And the fa.. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| 5909555 | To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything a strain. The poet only desires exaltation and expansion, a world to stretch himself in. The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| 3947028 | I cannot count the pebbles in the brook. Well hath He spoken: "Swear not by thy head. Thou knowest not the hairs," though He, we read, writes that wild number in His own strange book. I cannot count the sands or search the seas, death cometh, and I leave so much untrod. Grant my immortal aureole, O my God, and I will name the leaves upon the trees, In heaven I shall stand on gold and glass, still brooding earth's arithmetic to spell; | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| 94ebb5b | Men have not got tired of Christianity; they have never found enough Christianity to get tired of. Men have never wearied of political justice; they have wearied of waiting for it. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| cf74230 | I suppose every one must have reflected how primeval and how poetical are the things that one carries in one's pocket; the pocket-knife, for instance, the type of all human tools, the infant of the sword. Once I planned to write a book of poems entirely about things in my pockets. But I found it would be too long; and the age of the great epics is past. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| 91f6ee9 | Many clever men like you have trusted to civilization. Many clever Babylonians, many clever Egyptians, many clever men at the end of Rome. Can you tell me, in a world that is flagrant with the failures of civilisation, what there is particularly immortal about yours? | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| a3ba0f2 | Most Eugenists are Euphemists. I mean merely that short words startle them, while long words soothe them. And they are utterly incapable of translating the one into the other, however obviously they mean the same thing. Say to them "The persuasive and even coercive powers of the citizen should enable him to make sure that the burden of longevity in the previous generation does not become disproportionate and intolerable, especially to the f.. | eugenics | G.K. Chesterton | |
| 53d2081 | No,' said Gould, with an unusual and convincing gravity; 'I do not believe that being perfectly good in all respects would make a man merry.' 'Well,' said Michael quietly, 'will you tell me one thing? Which of us has ever tried it? | happiness purity righteous | G.K. Chesterton | |
| 2b60892 | Truly," he said, "I am dead ... I'm dead, and I'm going to Hell ..." "Hush," said Lyra, "we'll go together." | Philip Pullman | ||
| d3e86df | But it didn't seem to Lyra that she would ever grow up. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 4b9fc00 | A few minutes after he arrived, Lee was talking to a group of astronomers eager to learn what news he could bring them, for there are few natural philosophers as frustrated as astronomers in a fog. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 6de41b9 | Oh, Will," she said, "what can we do? Whatever can we do? I want to live with you forever. I want to kiss you and lie down with you and wake up with you every day of my life till I die, years and years and years away. I don't want a memory, just a memory..." "No," he said, "memory's a poor thing to have. It's your own real hair and mouth and arms and eyes and hands I want. I didn't know I could ever love anything so much. Oh, Lyra, I wish t.. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 03b74c7 | My flat's about half a mile away, and you know what I'd like most of all in the world? I'd like a cup of tea. Come on, let's go and put the kettle on. | mary-malone tea | Philip Pullman | |
| 750e140 | Good and Evil are names for what people do, not for what they are...stopped believing there was a power of good and evil. That they were outside of us...People are too complicated for labels. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 2d68302 | A human being with no daemon was like someone without a face, or with their ribs laid open and their heart torn out; something unnatural and uncanny that belonged to the world of nightghasts, not the waking world of sense. | Philip Pullman | ||
| f7d52e0 | She was afraid of John Faa, and what she was most afraid of was his kindness. | Philip Pullman | ||
| d11964f | It would be, like all of Pammy's parties, hot and crowded and filled with impossibly glamorous people with hip bones so sharp they could qualify as concealed weapons. | humor mystery romance | Lauren Willig | |
| 5d6354b | There was nothing the least bit radical about her. In fact, she was the most conventional creature alive. She believed in true love, and loyalty to one's monarch, and death before dishonor. It was just that, sometimes, things didn't quite turn out as one would have wished. In those cases, there was nothing to do but carry on. And on and on and on. | Lauren Willig | ||
| c3d1e7a | Good Gad! It looks like the last act of Hamlet in here. Turnip banged his head against his clenched fists, making inarticulate moaning noises. Pinchingdale gave him an odd look. 'I had no idea you felt so strongly about the play, Fitzhugh. | Lauren Willig | ||
| e5203d0 | Mr. Alsworthy!" exclaimed Letty's mother. "How can you laugh at such a matter! Although, I must say, I would have thought if a pirate were to kidnap anyone, he would kidnap Mary. She looks quite as I did in my youth, and I'm sure a pirate would have wanted to kidnap me." "Don't taunt me with lost opportunities, my dear." | Lauren Willig | ||
| f20d1f1 | Gentlemen do so appreciate a nicely trimmed decolletage. | Lauren Willig | ||
| ba3b10d | An investment in knowledge always pays the best interest. | Andrew Hunt | ||
| c8e8e03 | Food. This was heaven. "Hey, baby," Hugh said. Heaven just got canceled." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| ea35fce | She was pretty sure that if you died in the South, you'd have a layover in Atlanta before you reached the afterlife. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 571ba16 | Kaldar smiled at her. Now there was a work of art. If she were just a girl and he were just a man, and they met at a party, that smile would've guaranteed him a date. The man was hot. There was no doubt. But right now, all it would get him was a solid punch in those even teeth. Audrey laughed. "Aren't you sweet? Tell me, do girls usually throw their panties at you when you do that?" He grinned wider, and she glimpsed the funny evil spark i.. | fate-s-edge ilona-andrews kaldar southern-belle the-edge | Ilona Andrews | |
| aacb144 | Well, well. The new head of the People's Atlanta office had come to see me personally. I'd curtsy but I was too tired to get off my donkey and the sword on my back would get in the way. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 9bb7041 | Because you are the one. You are better than me in some things, and I am better than you in others...I don't mind being a bit like you. I hope you don't mind being a bit like me. | kaldar | Ilona Andrews | |
| 29ed86a | Bring your army, little god! My sword is hungry! | magic-burns | Ilona Andrews | |
| 11ddd53 | A forest," William said, his expression distant. "Where the ground is dry soil and stone. Where tall trees grow and centuries of autumn carpet their roots. Where the wind smells of game and wildflowers." "Why, that was lovely, Lord Bill. Do you ever write poetry? Something for your blueblood lady?" "No." "She doesn't like poetry?" "Leave it." Hehe. "Oh, so you have a lady. How interes--" | cerise funny ilona-andrews the-edge william | Ilona Andrews | |
| 8f7382b | She put her hand on her hip. "Where are you going?" "To the boat. You called me Lord Bill again. That means we're cool." Cerise slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand and followed him." | cerise funny ilona-andrews lord-bill the-edge william | Ilona Andrews | |
| 767648c | He grabbed me and kissed me. The kiss sent a wave of heat from my lips all the way to my toes. Curran's eyes laughed. "For luck," he whispered," | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 23f2983 | If anybody comes to challenge you, we'll kick their ass. We'll find a way to handle Roland. And if the pack Council produces any kittens, we'll give them to Jim to raise., He needs to mellow out anyway.' I looked at him. He took his hands off the wheel and held them apart about six inches. 'Cute fluffy kittens. Just sitting on Jim's lap. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 006acb9 | Clothes don't have magic powers, Derek. They don't mystically protect you from three-inch claws, rapists, or murderers. If someone decides to hurt you, they will do so whether or not you have a thin layer of denim over your skin. | Ilona Andrews |