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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2d019db | Ego non baptizo te in nomine patris, sed in nomine diaboli!" deliriously howled Ahab, as the malignant iron scorchingly devoured the baptismal blood." | Herman Melville | ||
| 0799fc5 | Oh, my Captain! my Captain! noble soul! grand old heart, after all! why should any one give chase to that hated fish! Away with me! let us fly these deadly waters! let us home! | Herman Melville | ||
| fcbce4e | This slavery breeds ugly passions in man. | Herman Melville | ||
| 4f33ae6 | Nature cared not a jot. | Herman Melville | ||
| a326d1f | Ahab and aguish lay stretched together in one hammock. | anguish beautiful-language captain-ahab pain physical-pain | Herman Melville | |
| 331aa94 | In this world, headwinds are far more prevalent than winds from astern (that is, if you never violate the Pythagorean maxim). | Herman Melville | ||
| 79ff693 | whdhh lqw@ lmdhsh@ fy dhnab lHwt l tnHw 'bd l`rql@ ltWthny lrshyq fy Hrkth, Hyth lyusr lrshyq ytmwWj mn khll jbrwt lqw@. bl l`ks hw lSHyH: fn tlk lHrkt tstmd jmlh lbhr mnh, flqw@ lHq l tushwWih ljml 'w lnsjm, wnm tmnHh llshy lqwy, wfy kl shy jmyl asr ljml tl`b lqw@ dwr sHry. | Herman Melville | ||
| 1d9e2db | it is better to sail with a moody good captain than a laughing bad one. | Herman Melville | ||
| cde8244 | Funny,' Will said, as they picked their way through. 'Things are absolutely awful and yet people look much happier than usual. Look at them all. Bubbling.' | humour the-dark-is-rising truism | Susan Cooper | |
| 05fcb8c | Poets find truth by writing about what they love. | Susan Cooper | ||
| cd699b7 | Still in the black hemisphere the stars blazed and slowly wheeled; beneath them, Will felt so infinitesimally small that it seemed impossible he should even exist. Immensity pressed in on him, terrifying, threatening--and then, in a swift flash of movement like a dance, like the glint of a leaping fish, came a flick of brightness in the sky from a shooting star... He heard Bran give a small chirrup of delight, a spark struck from the same b.. | Susan Cooper | ||
| 3154c07 | The strange white world lay stroked by silence. No birds sang. The garden was no longer there, in this forested land. Nor were the out-buildings nor the old crumbling walls. There lay only a narrow clearing round the house now, hummocked with unbroken snowdrifts, before the trees began, with a narrow path leading away. | the-dark-is-rising | Susan Cooper | |
| 570f892 | When we are children, we have a tranquil acceptance of mystery which is driven out of us later on, by curiosity and education and experience. But it is possible to find one's way back. With affection and respect, I disagree totally with Penelope Lively's conviction about the 'absolute impossibility of recovering a child's vision.' There _are_ ways, imperfect, partial, fleeting, of looking again at a mystery through the eyes we used to have... | Susan Cooper | ||
| 28f2ee5 | Little of that makes for love, but it does pump desire. The woman who churned a man's blood as she leaned all alone on a fence by a country road might not expect even to catch his eye in the City. But if she is clipping quickly down the big-city street in heels, swinging her purse, or sitting on a stoop with a cool beer in her hand, dangling her shoe from the toes of her foot, the man, reacting to her posture, to soft skin on stone, the wei.. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 58b9ffa | a habit that had become one of those necessary things for the night... surely a body-friendly if not familiar-lying next to you. Someone whose touch is a reassurance, not an affront or a nuissance. Whose heavy breathing neither enrages nor discusts you, but amuses you like that of a cherished pet. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 2c44131 | I welcomed the circling sharks but they avoided me as if knowing I preferred their teeth to the chains around my neck my waist my ankles | Toni Morrison | ||
| 11a854a | I didn't fall in love, I rose in it. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 123e5e8 | I told you again that you were the reason Adam ate the apple and its core. That when he left Eden, he left a rich man. Not only did he have Eve, but he had the taste of the first apple in the world in his mouth for the rest of his life. | Toni Morrison | ||
| d7667a2 | One chance, I thought. There is no protection but there is difference. You stood there in those shoes and the tall man laughed and said he would take me to close the debt. I knew Senhor would not allow it. I said you. Take you, my daughter. Because I saw the tall man see you as a human child, not pieces of eight. I knelt before him. Hoping for a miracle. He said yes. It was not a miracle. Bestowed by God. It was a mercy. Offered by a human... | Toni Morrison | ||
| 4e9f520 | Mrs. Breedlove considered herself an upright and Christian woman, burdened with a no-count man, whom God wanted her to punish. (Cholly was beyond redemption, of course, and redemption was hardly the point - Mrs. Breedlove was not interested in Christ the Redeemer, but rather Christ the Judge.) Often she could be heard discoursing with Jesus about Cholly, pleading with Him to help her "strike the bastard down from his pea-knuckle of pride." .. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 74e4b44 | Outside, snow solidified itself into graceful forms. The peace of winter stars seemed permanent. | snow winter | Toni Morrison | |
| ee0a05f | She needed what most colored girls needed: a chorus of mamas, grandmamas, aunts, cousins, sisters, neighbors, Sunday school teachers, best girl friends, and what all to give her the strength life demanded of her--and the humor with which to live it. | Toni Morrison | ||
| fc99ed6 | There is no protection. To be female in this place is to be an open wound that cannot heal. Even if scars form, the festering is ever below. | slave-women | Toni Morrison | |
| 497cb74 | You got a life? Live it! Live the motherfuckin life! | Toni Morrison | ||
| f945356 | Kneeling in the keeping room where she usually went to talk-think it was clear why Baby Suggs was so starved for color. There was't any except for two orange squares in a quilt that made the absence shout. The walls of the room were slate-colored, the floor earth-brown, the wooden dresser the color of itself, curtains white, and the dominating feature, the quilt over an iron cot, was made up of scraps of blue serge, black, brown and gray wo.. | Toni Morrison | ||
| e235a7f | Pain. I seem to have an affection, a kind of sweettooth for it. Bolts of lightning, little rivulets of thunder. And I the eye of the storm. Mourning the split trees, hens starving on rooftops. Figuring out what can be done to save them since they cannot save themselves without me because- well, its my storm, isn't it? I break lives to prove I can mend them back again. And although the pain is theirs, I share it, don't I? Of course. Of cours.. | Toni Morrison | ||
| f7eb585 | Pessimism is a primary source of passivity, | laziness | Barbara W. Tuchman | |
| b9f3557 | Nobody ever," said the Dowager sorrowfully, "credits me with normal thought processes. When a mysterious man creates a royal scandal on the banks of the Lake of Menteith with the keenest ears in Scotland strolling utterly oblivious--by her own account--in the locality, I begin to wonder. I also wonder when a delicately reared child sends a court into fits with a riddle which I invented myself." | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 17ed059 | I'm a middle-class intellectual. I'd never call myself any such a damn silly thing, but since you Reds coined it, I'll have to accept it. That's my class, and that's what I'm interested in. The proletarians are probably noble fellows, but I certainly do not think that the interests of the middle-class intellectuals and the proletarians are the same. They want bread. We want--well, all right, say it, we want cake! | Sinclair Lewis | ||
| ad1291f | If that woman is on the side of the angels, then I have no choice; I must be on the side of the devil. | Sinclair Lewis | ||
| 3a1b3df | I was feeling rational and restless, which is horrible for watching movies | lessons life lit movies quotes restless | Sinclair Lewis | |
| 002a33b | Under a tyranny, most friends are a liability. One quarter of them turn "reasonable" and become your enemies, one quarter are afraid to stop and speak, and one quarter are killed and you die with them. But the blessed final quarter keep you alive." | friendship tyranny | Sinclair Lewis | |
| 02bdfb2 | The men leaned back on their heels, put their hands in their trousers-pockets, and proclaimed their views with the booming profundity of a prosperous male repeating a thoroughly hackneyed statement about a matter of which he knows nothing whatever. | Sinclair Lewis | ||
| 6317821 | What are these unheard of sins you condemn so much - and like so well? | Sinclair Lewis | ||
| 9edea57 | God uses those who seem ill-fitted for a significant life. | god significance usefulness | Charles R. Swindoll | |
| 087d203 | Were you there?" She shook her head. "No. I was here in Nain having a child." "Then why do you weep as though you had part in his crucifixion? You had no part in it." "I'd like nothing better than to think I would have remained faithful. But if those closest to him--his disciples, his own brothers--turned away, who am I to think I'm better than they and would have done differently? No, Marcus. We all wanted what we wanted, and when the Lord.. | god vanity | Francine Rivers | |
| cc79962 | He was never angry when she made mistakes. He complimented and encouraged her. He shared his own mishaps with a sense of humor that made her less annoyed with her own incompetence. He gave her hope that she could learn, and pride when she did. | Francine Rivers | ||
| 2897f77 | How can we be witnesses of the one true God if we hold the truth as our own possession? God meant his truth for the world. | Francine Rivers | ||
| e44d266 | This generation seems to see children as a financial burden and responsibility to be avoided. | finances responsibility sad-but-true | Francine Rivers | |
| ff8d940 | Sometimes God has to destroy in order to save. He has to wound in order to heal. | faith god | Francine Rivers | |
| 217736e | More tears rushed from the depths of her tortured soul. ... The losses piled up. | regret | Karen Kingsbury | |
| c71602d | Nothing could be gained by worrying and dreading the future, borrowing tomorrow's pain for today. | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| 29c64d1 | It was [John Gardner's] conviction that if the words in the story were blurred because of the author's insensitivity, carelessness, or sentimentality, then the story suffered from a tremendous handicap. But there was something even worse and something that must be avoided at all costs: if the words and the sentiments were dishonest, the author was faking it, writing about things he didn't care about or believe in, then nobody could ever car.. | writing | Raymond Carver | |
| a5f066a | Sai bene che non sogno. Ma ieri notte ho sognato che assistevamo a un funerale nel mare. All'inizio ero attonito. Poi pieno di rimpianti. Ma tu | love sea | Raymond Carver |