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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 959372b | I, the dreamer clinging yet to the dream as the patient clings to the last thin unbearable ecstatic instant of agony in order to sharpen the savor of the pain's surcease, waking into the reality, the more than reality, not to the unchanged and unaltered old time but into a time altered to fit the dream which, conjunctive with the dreamer, becomes immolated and apotheosized | William Faulkner | ||
| 9b1a79a | I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time. And when I would have to look at them day after day, each with his and her secret and selfish thought, and blood strange to each other blood and strange to mine, and think that this seemed to be the only way I could get ready to stay dead, I would hate my father for having ever planted me. I would look forward to the times w.. | William Faulkner | ||
| 2777501 | That's sad too, people cannot do anything that dreadful they cannot do anything very dreadful at all they cannot even remember tomorrow what seemed dreadful today | William Faulkner | ||
| 7031c5e | Then the town was sorry with being glad, as people sometimes are sorry for those whom they have at last forced to do as they wanted them to. | William Faulkner | ||
| 15182d1 | That is the substance of remembering--sense, sight, smell: the muscles with which we see and hear and feel not mind, not thought: there is no such thing as memory: the brain recalls just what the muscles grope for: no more, no less; and its resultant sum is usually incorrect and false and worthy only of the name of dream. | William Faulkner | ||
| 1947b90 | When it's a matter of not-do, I reckon a man can trust himself for advice. But when it comes to a matter of doing, I reckon a fellow had better listen to all the advice he can get. | William Faulkner | ||
| c3459d5 | What he was now seeing was the street lonely, savage, and cool. That was it: cool; he was thinking, saying aloud to himself sometimes, "I better move. I better get away from here." But something held him, as the fatalist can always be held: by curiosity, pessimism, by sheer inertia." | William Faulkner | ||
| 30471eb | you are not thinking of finitude you are contemplating an apotheosis in which a temporary state of mind will become symmetrical above the flesh and aware both of itself and of the flesh it will not quite discard you will not even be dead and I temporary and he you cannot bear to think that someday it will no longer hurt you like this | William Faulkner | ||
| aff6083 | Before us the thick dark current runs. It talks up to us in a murmur become ceaseless and myriad, the yellow surface dimpled monstrously into fading swirls travelling along the surface for an instant, silent, impermanent and profoundly significant, as though just beneath the surface something huge and alive waked for a moment of lazy alertness out of and into light slumber again. | William Faulkner | ||
| 38d259c | The river itself is not a hundred yards across, and pa and Vernon and Vardaman and Dewey Dell are the only things in sight not of that single monotony of desolation leaning with that terrific quality a little from right to left, as though we had reached the place where the motion of the wasted world accelerates just before the final precipice. Yet they appear dwarfed. It is as though the space between us were time: an irrevocable quality. I.. | William Faulkner | ||
| 345fce3 | Patience is the key. Patience. If you learn nothing else from meditation, you will learn patience. Patience is essential for any profound change. | Henepola Gunaratana | ||
| 2662402 | I'm afraid of wooden horses, cheap gin, and pretty girls. Especially when they give me presents. And when they go by the name of the woman who defeated Sherlock Holmes. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 4e800ce | It was one of Diego Alatriste's virtues that he could make friends in Hell. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 534cdff | despite my youth I already suspected that it did no harm to keep my ears open. Just the opposite. In life, danger lies not in not knowing, but in revealing that you do: It is always good to have a sense of the music before the dance begins. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 1b2f626 | In this instant of danger they realized they were each other's reason for living, and into this instant they threw their whole being. | book-quotes books | Anaïs Nin | |
| 25a10f4 | Satisfying natural desires is fine, but natural desires have a way of being both competitive and consequential. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| 225dc7b | It is not an unusual life curve for Westerners - to live i n and be shaped by the bigness, sparseness, space clarity & hopefulness of the West, to go away for study and enlargement and the perspective that distance and dissatisfaction can give, and then to return to what pleases the sight and enlists the loyalty and demands the commitment. | life-and-living philosophy vastness west western | Wallace Stegner | |
| c4427b4 | Children from a big family have the benefit of a certain amount of neglect. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| 02e113b | Ruth believes that boys are not found around stables because what they like is taking things apart and putting them together again, and for this purpose horses are not so satisfactory as cars, motorcycles, and even bicycles, while girls adore horses because they are biological and have functions. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| eea227a | Meetings: "They often include at least one moron who inevitably gets his turn to waste everyone's time with nonsense"." | Jason Fried | ||
| 32fc6b1 | I'm afraid the camera got smashed against the side of the Space Hotel, Mr. President," Shuckworth replied. The President said a very rude word into the microphone and ten million children across the nation began repeating it gleefully and got smacked by their parents." | Roald Dahl | ||
| 5e21636 | I began to realize how simple life could be if one had a regular routine to follow with fixed hours and a fixed salary and very little original thinking to do. The life of a writer is absolute hell compared with the life of a businessman. The writer has to force himself to work. He has to make his own hours and if he doesn't go to his desk at all there is nobody to scold him. If he is a writer of fiction he lives in a world of fear. Each ne.. | writing | Roald Dahl | |
| a79f603 | Sophie took the book out of his hand. 'Nicholas Nickleby,' she read aloud. 'By Dahl's Chickens,' the BFG said. 'By who?' Sophie said. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 8550afa | This allowed her two glorious hours sitting quietly by herself in a cozy corner, devouring one book after another. When she had read every single children's book in the place, she started wandering round in search of something else. | books matilda roald-dahl | Roald Dahl | |
| 7b885e6 | You chose books. I chose looks. | matilda roald | Roald Dahl | |
| cae90cb | If it's by an American it's certain to be filth. That's all they write about. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 6cac451 | This is not a book about teaching a child how to read; it's about teaching a child to want to read. There's an education adage that goes, "What we teach children to love and desire will always outweigh what we make them learn." The fact is that some children learn to read sooner than others, while some learn better than others. There is a difference. For the parent who thinks that sooner is better, who has an eighteen-month-old child barkin.. | Jim Trelease | ||
| 1027a15 | It takes more than Love and Passion to make a relationship work | Christie Ridgway | ||
| 11c7cb4 | Those who know don't talk and those who talk don't know. And even the survivors who have decided to bear witness confirm it in their way: They almost all say that their experience can't be related in words, and yet, as witnesses, they're morally compelled to resort to them. Their silence, except if it is ontologically integral to their disposition, would not help truth triumph. It would only open the road to oblivion and, as one survivor pu.. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| e6f1fa1 | His breathing was labored. His eyes were closed. But I was convinced that he was seeing everything. That he was seeing the truth in all things. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| ec9e8d6 | There are so many who know more than I do, who understand the world better than I do. I would be truly learned, a great scholar, if only I could retain everything I've learned from those I have known. But then would I still be me? And isn't all that only words? Words grow old, too; they change their meaning and their usage. They get sick just as we do; they die of their wounds and then they are relegated to the dust of dictionaries. And wh.. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| ad69481 | But the part of ourselves we hate the most is our longing to be wanted and enjoyed. | Dan B. Allender | ||
| 6029b84 | Nakar se je naenkrat pojavil pred teboj se nekdo, ki je prav tako zataval v megli, in se nikoli prej v zivljenju nisi videl cloveskega obraza, ki bi bil tako velik in razlocen. Tako zelo si napenjal oci v meglo, da bi kaj videl, da je bila zdaj, ko je bilo kaj videti, vsaka podrobnost desetkrat bolj razlocna kot sicer, tako razlocna, da sta bila obadva prisiljena pogledati vstran. Kratko malo nisi mogel pogledati cloveku v obraz, on pa ne v.. | Ken Kesey | ||
| a4b30d8 | Instead, he uttered another complaint. "You're allowing a dusty old book to control your destiny!" A book controlling me? Heat shot to my temples. I shifted in my saddle to face him fully. "Understand this, Your Majesty, there's been a lot of effort to control my life, but it hasn't come from books! Look a little further back! A kingdom that betrothed me to an unknown prince controlled my destiny. A Komizar who commandeered my voice control.. | Mary E. Pearson | ||
| fbc3dcd | There were twenty-three females on the Keltar estate--not counting Gwen, Chloe, herself, or the cat--Gabby knew, because shortly after Adam had become visible last night, she'd met each and every one, from tiniest tot to tottering ancient. It had begun with a plump, thirtyish maid popping in to pull the drapes for the evening and inquire if the MacKeltars "were wishing aught else?" The moment her bespectacled gaze had fallen on Adam, she'd.. | gabby jealous karen-marie-moning maids sex-appeal the-immortal-highlander | Karen Marie Moning | |
| 7267ce0 | And it is in New York I have those strangest things of all: human friendships. Not many friendships and not of spent familiarities: for I don't like actual human beings too much around me. But yet friendships made of the edges of thoughts and vivid pathos and pregnant odds and ends of nervous human flesh and fire. It is in New York I go to the apartment of a Friend at the end of an afternoon. In the apartment are some persons having tea, me.. | Mary MacLane | ||
| 3865347 | Do you know Poole," he said, looking up, "that you and I are about to place ourselves in a position of some peril?" -- | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| e2cf7c2 | I kept always two books in my pocket, one to read, one to write in. As I walked, my mind was busy fitting what I saw with appropriate words; when I sat by the roadside, I would either read or a pencil and a penny version-book would be in my hand, to note the features of the scene or commemorate some halting stanzas. Thus I lived with words. | reading words writing | Robert Louis Stevenson | |
| ce19fad | Alas! in the clothes of the greatest potentate, what is there but a man? | humanity humility leadership power | Robert Louis Stevenson | |
| e83273a | I feel very strongly about putting questions; it partakes too much of the style of the day of judgment. | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| 37e265f | The man's tongue is fit to frighten the French. Another fever." Ah, there," said Morgan, "that comed of sp'iling Bibles." That comed--as you call it--of being arrant asses." | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| a79e5ee | The door, indeed, stood open as before; but the windows were still shuttered, the chimneys breathed no stain into the bright air, there sounded abroad none of that low stir (perhaps audible rather to the ear of the spirit than to the ear of the flesh) by which a house announces and betrays its human lodgers. | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| d246045 | Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17--, and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first.. | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| 4b5e166 | If complexity doesn't beat you, paradox will. | Tom Robbins |