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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8b6f3ac | I sit at the little table, eating creamed corn with a fork. I have a fork and a spoon, but never a knife. When there's meat they cut it up for me ahead of time, as if I'm lacking manual skills or teeth. I have both, however. That's why I'm not allowed a knife. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 0dfe9b7 | If I was a princess, with silver and gold, And loved by a hero, I'd never grow old: Oh, if a young hero came a-marrying me, I'd always be beautiful, happy, and free! Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave - The water below is as dark as the grave, And maybe you'll sink in your little blue boat - It's hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| b673483 | Women can't add, he once said, jokingly. When I asked him what he meant, he said, For them, one and one and one and one don't make four. What do they make? I said, expecting five or three. Just one and one and one and one, he said. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| b2a352e | I can tell you're admiring my febrility. I know it's appealing, I practice at it; every woman loves an invalid. But be careful. You might do something destructive: hunger is more basic than love. Florence Nightingale was a cannibal you know. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| b3a2545 | Those who have been in trouble themselves are alert to it in others | Margaret Atwood | ||
| febb532 | and the evening was so beautiful, that it made a pain in my heart, as when you cannot tell wether you are happy or sad; and I thought that if I could have a wish, it would be that nothing would ever change, and we would stay that way forever. | atwood beauty evening | Margaret Atwood | |
| 309c380 | Looking back on his life, he sees himself spread out on the earth like a giant covered in tiny threads that have held him down. Tiny threads of petty cares and small concerns, and fears he took seriously at the time. Debts, timetables, the need for money, the longing for comfort; the earworm of sex, repeating itself over and over like a neural feedback loop. He's been the puppet of his own constricted desires. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 9aceb3a | Glenn used to say the reason you can't really imagine yourself being dead was that as soon as you say, "I'll be dead," you've said the word I, and so you're still alive inside the sentence. And that's how people got the idea of immortality of the soul - it was a consequence of grammar. And so was God, because as soon as there's a past tense, there has to be a past before the past, and you keep going back in time until you get to I don't kno.. | religion scifi the-year-of-the-flood | Margaret Atwood | |
| 1a244ba | It's impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too many parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances; too many gestures, which could mean this or that, too many shapes which can never be fully described, too many flavors, in the air or on the tongue, half-colors, too many. But if you happen to be a man, sometime in the future, and you've made it this .. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| cac2bfc | In their dreams they touch, they intertwine, it's more like a collision, and that is the end of flying. They fall to earth, fouled parachutists, botched and cindery angels, love streaming out behind them like torn silk. Enemy groundfire comes up to meet them. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 49af6d6 | Now I only need to look out at them through my sky-blue eyes. They see their own ill will staring them in the forehead and turn tail. | margaret-atwood morning-in-the-burned-house | Margaret Atwood | |
| 5f44cf5 | Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon... | night | Margaret Atwood | |
| b86b728 | They wouldn't know mad when they saw it in any case, because a good portion of the women in the Asylum were no madder than the Queen of England. Many were sane enough when sober, as their madness came out of a bottle, which is a kind I knew very well. One of them was in there to get away from her husband, who beat her black and blue, he was the mad one but nobody would lock him up; | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 25ee1e1 | And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know too why your friends had been evasive about it, at the time. There is a good deal of c.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 01b00f3 | Let's turn now to the citation of authors, found in other books and missing in yours. The solution to this is very simple, because all you have to do is find a book that cites them all from A to Z, as you put it. Then you'll put that same alphabet in your book, and though the lie is obvious it doesn't matter, since you'll have little need to use them; perhaps someone will be naive enough to believe you have consulted all of them in your pla.. | Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra | ||
| a2388c5 | all human efforts to communicate--even in the same language--are equally utopian, equally luminous with value, and equally worth the doing. | Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra | ||
| 28fe71b | There is a remedy for everything except death," responded Don Quixote," | Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra | ||
| 53fa6c9 | En resolucion, el se enfrasco tanto en su lectura, que se le pasaban las noches leyendo de claro en claro, y los dias de turbio en turbio, y asi, del poco dormir y del mucho leer, se le seco el cerebro, de manera que vino a perder el juicio. Llenosele la fantasia de todo aquello que leia en los libros, asi de encantamientos, como de pendencias, batallas, desafios, heridas, requiebros, amores, tormentas y disparates imposibles, y asentosele .. | leggere lettura libri reading | Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra | |
| 3a16830 | Dad will come back,' said Charlie quietly. When Mrs Bone turned to him, she didn't look sad at all, in fact she was smiling. 'You know, Charlie, I'm beginning to believe you,' she said. 'After what happened to Henry, I can believe almost anything. | charlie-bone determination father henry impossible missing mother mr-pilgrim saddness | Jenny Nimmo | |
| bef5df8 | How they love the old boxcar! | Gertrude Chandler Warner | ||
| 5a5e530 | I couldn't make it out - why you ever let me, I mean. I understand now. Things like that happen when you're in love with the wrong person. Worse things. Things you never forgive yourself for. | Dodie Smith | ||
| 4581ecc | At least we're companions in misfortune | Dodie Smith | ||
| 767aa77 | I wasn't merely remembering, it seemed to be trapped inside my eyelids. | Dodie Smith | ||
| dde6349 | As we drove I remembered how I had told myself I would make Simon happy. I didn't feel the same person. For I now knew that I had been stuffing myself up with a silly fairy tale, that I could never mean to him what Rose had meant. I think I knew it first as I watched his face while he listened to her singing, and then more and more, as he talked about the whole wretched business - not angrily or bitterly, but quietly and without ever saying.. | Dodie Smith | ||
| 0952278 | But I can't see how anyone could believe that you killed the bear with a pitchfork,' I said. 'I didn't. I only wounded it - badly, I think, but not enough to put it out of action. It came blundering towards me, I stepped aside and it crashed head-first into the river - I could hear it threshing about in the darkness. I picked up a big stone - poor brute, I hated to do it but I had to finish it off. It gave just one groan as the stone hit it.. | i-capture-the-castle | Dodie Smith | |
| 7dd11b0 | Never have I felt so separate from her. And I regret to say that there were moments when my deep and loving pity for her merged into a desire to kick her fairly hard. | Dodie Smith | ||
| 4410879 | To live with integrity, it is important to know what's right and what's wrong, to be educated morally. However, merely KNOWING is not enough. Virtuous character matters more than moral knowledge. The reason is simple: like the self-confessing apostle Paul in Romans 7, most of those who do wrong know what's right but find themselves irresistibly attracted to its opposite. Faith idles when character shrivels | faith faith-without-works-is-dead integrity moral-knowledge morality right-and-wrong romans st-paul virtue works | Miroslav Volf | |
| 2347a31 | Librarians were somewhat on a par with God-who else could be bothered with, and better yet, know the answers to so many different types of questions? Knowledge was power, but a good librarian did not hoard the gift. She taught others how to find, where to look, how to see. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| e2eaf48 | No matter how educated you are, no matter how irrational it seems, you will follow a glimmer of hope. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| e5c241d | That's because you've never been one. You haven't spent years wearing someone else's clothes, taking someone else's name, living in someone else's houses, and working someone else's job to fit in. And if you don't sell out, then you run away... proving you're the Gypsy they said you were all along. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 91c6a09 | and yet, you never knew wwhat you were capable of until you arrived at that given moment. Life was just a whole string of spots where you continued to surprise yourself. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| e21ffdb | I may not have a degree, but I certainly got an education. | inspirational | Jodi Picoult | |
| 48dc395 | Reality is frigid; I have to dip one toe at a time and grow accustomed to the shock before wading in further. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| c7b96de | All human creativity issues from the urgency of longing. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 6e6b299 | Silence is the voice of the mystery. Silence let us dream again. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 6a81c66 | For millions of years, an ancient conversation has continued between the chorus of the ocean and the silence of the stone. | John O'Donohue | ||
| f625ec2 | Each of us carries a unique world within our hearts. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 964e5f9 | There are moments when your heart breaks and melts at the same time. When there's so much love flooding your soul that you're drowning in the tide. This is that moment with Noah. | Katie McGarry | ||
| f5051c5 | The way he stares at me--it's as if he doesn't even see the outside anymore. His eyes pierce me as if he can see my soul and the thought terrifies me. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 63e492f | Noah's fingers lightly touched the long thick ridge below my left shoulder blade. His voice pitched low. "I'm sorry, baby." "No one else knows, Noah. Not even Lila." He kissed my back as he slid his hand over the scars on my arm. "You 're beautiful", he whispered against my skin. Noah lifted my arm and kept eye contact as his mouth trailed kisses along the scars. Pure hunger darkened those chocolate-brown eyes. "Kiss me." | Katie McGarry | ||
| 80c3791 | I've learned a lot playing college ball," Mark says."What you do in high school doesn't mean shit. You can be the best ballplayer in your high school. The best in the country or state, but when you get to college, you're going to meet fifty other guys who can brag the same thing. You'll meet guys better than you, stronger than you, faster than you, and then you're up against better teams. The world changes when you leave Groveton." | mark | Katie McGarry | |
| 26fd535 | And no, I don't mind if you want to write me again. Even if you do it in one of those kitten-hanging-from-a-tree cards. ~Lincoln | Katie McGarry | ||
| 23960e3 | They weren't coming back and I could never re-create what we had, but I could move forward. | Katie McGarry | ||
| b777a91 | A ghost of that siren smile graced her lips as she tilted her head closer to mine, creating the undeniable pull of the sailor lost to the sea to the beautiful goddess calling him home. | Katie McGarry |