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| 13264f2 | And this about-to-see-God stuff? Total buzz kill, and not because he was religious in the human way or jel that she was having a great time while he was thinking of pizza. Her grating, squeaky YouPorn performance with the head throws that kept landing her extensions in his face was getting on his nerves. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 4e38318 | From out of nowhere, she had an image of some poor human in a FedEx Office branch getting an eyeful and a half of the mostly naked fallen angel. Without warning, she started to laugh so hard, tears came to her eyes. The good kind of tears, that was. And as she gave herself up to the angel's ridiculousness, Lass just say there on the couch, staring up at "Melrose Place", a sly, quiet smile on his beautiful, deranged face. What an angel he wa.. | bloodkiss funny jr-ward lassiter marissa | J.R. Ward | |
| 459e380 | The Brother pulled Craeg to his feet....and embraced him. "Good job son. I'm proud of you." Craeg blinked his eyes fast, as if he were tearing up. The he seemed to give up the fight against his emotions by closing his lids, tucking his head and sagging into the Brother's arms. "And that," Rhage said in a loud approving voice, "is how you do it." | craeg rhage trainees | J.R. Ward | |
| 9a152c6 | Where do humans meet for normal dates?' How the hell would she know? Except then she remembered Mary saying something about a colleague of hers meeting a man...What was the name of the place? 'TGI Friday's.' she said. 'There's one in Lucas Square.' 'Fine. Tell her eight o'clock tonight.' | J. R. Ward | ||
| 1a31d96 | She frowned. Then blurted, "Do you have other females?" As if anyone could measure up to her? "No! Why do you ask?" "We haven't layed together and you are a male with obvious... needs. Even now, your body has changed, hardening, growing big." Crap. He'd tried to hide the erection, he really had. "Marissa-" "Surely you need to be eased regularly. Your body is phearsom." That didn't sound good. "What?" "Potent and powerful. Worthy of entering.. | bkack-dagger-brotherhood butch j-r-ward lover-revealed marissa | J.R. Ward | |
| 6204c6d | With all of my black and withered heart, I love you, my female. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 7ee507a | He hung up and looked at Rhage. "Hate this," the brother said. "I know." Wrath moved the sticky, blood-soaked hair out of the vampire's face. "We're going to get you home." "Didn't like seeing you shot." Wrath smiled softly. "Clearly." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 255faf5 | With a face that was both aristocratic and brutal, he looked like the king he was by birthright and the soldier he'd become by destiny. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 5793b23 | The guy in the Red Sox hat came in with an astonishingly beautiful blond woman at his side. He stood close to her, and though they weren't touching, it was clear that they were a couple. They just belonged together. | black-dagger-brotherhood butch j-r-ward lover-unbound marissa | J.R. Ward | |
| ee5cf3e | You going to try the rest of your gear on?" he asked on an exhale. "Or you want to whine about your pants a little more?" "Don't make me flip you off." "Why would I deprive you of a favorite hobby?" [Vishous to Butch]" | J.R. Ward | ||
| c993f68 | Looking at herself in the mirror. And for the first time in her life, she respected what she saw. Bowing to her reflection, she said softly, "Pleased to meet you." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 2d587c4 | This was real life cocoa. The kind you gave someone you loved because you couldn't think of anything else to do and both of you were a mess. It was the kind you stirred while your gut was knotted and your mouth was dry and you were thinking seriously of crying, but you were too much of a male for that kind of display. It was the kind you made with all the love you hadn't expressed and might well not have the voice or the chance to speak of. | J.R. Ward | ||
| c1968ea | Oh...man. She was dressed for love, as far as he was concerned: Flannel pajama bottoms with stars and moons on them. Little white T-shirt. Floppy suede moccasins. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 8004b7e | Es mejor sonar una vida que vivirla, aunque vivirla siga siendo sonarla, pero menos misteriosamente y con menos claridad a la vez, con un sueno oscuro y pesado, similar al sueno disperso en la debil conciencia de los animales que rumian. | vida | Marcel Proust | |
| 7724755 | Maybe it is nothingness that is real and our entire dream is nonexistent, but in that case we feel that these phrases of music, and these notions that exist in relation to our dream, must also be nothing. We will perish, but we have for hostages these divine captives who will follow us and share our fate. And death in their company is less bitter, less inglorious, perhaps less probable. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 1f1236c | I was not unhappy, except one day at a time. | Marcel Proust | ||
| cb32838 | Ah, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring into life! So closely, in their profusion, do they crowd together that lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour as to count the flowers in a meadow in May. | kisses love may | Marcel Proust | |
| 4e97e62 | The only real voyage consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes; in seeing the universe through the eyes of another, one hundred others-in seeing the hundred universes that each of them sees. Marcel Proust, translated by Kiyotesong | journey landscape open-heart open-mind optimism seeking wonder | Rob Brezsny | |
| 38da9e4 | Each artist seems thus to be the native of an unknown country, which he himself has forgotten, different from that from which will emerge, making for the earth, another great artist. | Marcel Proust | ||
| abd809d | Parties of this sort are as a rule premature. They have little reality until the following day, when they occupy the attention of the people who were not invited. | Marcel Proust | ||
| df2d516 | There were some that were of so rare a beauty that my pleasure on catching sight of them was enhanced by surprise. By what privilege, on one morning rather than another, did the window on being uncurtained disclose to my wondering eyes the nymph Glauconome, whose lazy beauty, gently breathing, had the transparence of a vaporous emerald beneath whose surface I could see teeming the ponderable elements that coloured it? She made the sun join .. | vacation | Marcel Proust | |
| 2e162fd | A person does not, as I had imagined, stand motionless and clear before our eyes with his merits, his defects, his plans, his intentions with regard to ourselves (like a garden at which we gaze through a railing with all its borders spread out before us), but is a shadow which we can never penetrate, of which there can be no such thing as direct knowledge, with respect to which we form countless beliefs, based upon words and sometimes actio.. | Marcel Proust | ||
| dc674ce | To know a thing does not always enable us to prevent it, but at least the things we know we do hold, if not in our hands, at any rate in our minds, where we can dispose of them as we choose, and this gives us the illusion of a sort of power over them. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 76c9ef3 | My sole consolation when I went upstairs for the night was that Mamma would come in and kiss me after I was in bed. But this good night lasted for so short a time, she went down again so soon, that the moment in which I heard her climb the stairs, and then caught the sound of her garden dress of blue muslin, from which hung little tassels of plaited straw, rustling along the double-doored corridor, was for me a moment of the utmost pain; fo.. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 4999f45 | Perhaps the immobility of the things that surround us is forced upon them by our conviction that they are themselves, and not anything else, and by the immobility of our conceptions of them. For it always happened that when I awoke like this, and my mind struggled in an unsuccessful attempt to discover where I was, everything would be moving round me through the darkness: things, places, years. My body, still too heavy with sleep to move, w.. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 58af360 | The so-called sensitivity of neurotics develops along with their egotism; they cannot bear for other people to flaunt the sufferings with which they are increasingly preoccupied themselves. | neurotics sensitivity suffering | Marcel Proust | |
| 2428d75 | So, by the working of a contradiction that was one only in appearance, it was at the very moment when I experienced an exceptional pleasure, when I sensed that my life could be one of fulfillment, and should therefore have seen it as having increased in value, that I felt liberated from the anxieties it had hitherto inspired in me, and was prepared to commit it without hesitation to the unsure hands of chance. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 5d09043 | When a belief vanishes, there survives it -- more and more vigorously so as to cloak the absence of the power, now lost to us, of imparting reality to new things -- a fetishistic attachment to the old things which it did once animate, as if it was in them and not in ourselves that the divine spark resided, and as if our present incredulity had a contingent cause -- the death of the gods. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 7c0ac92 | Only, we must allow time. But our demands as far as time is concerned are no less exorbitant than those which the heart requires in order to change. For one thing, time is the very thing that we are least willing to allow, for our suffering is acute and we are anxious to see it brought to an end. And then, too, the time which the other heart will need in order to change will have been spent by our own heart in changing itself too, so that w.. | time | Marcel Proust | |
| c415af6 | Carried away in a sort of dream, he smiled, then he began to hurry back towards the lady; he was walking faster than usual, and his shoulders swayed backwards and forwards, right and left, in the most absurd fashion; altogether he looked, so utterly had he abandoned himself to it, ignoring all other considerations, as though he were the lifeless and wire-pulled puppet of his own happiness. | proust puppet swann-s-way | Marcel Proust | |
| bb35bf4 | For a long time I used to go to bed early. | Marcel Proust | ||
| fe41c65 | Literature is a field a great many men consider theirs by right. Virginia Woolf committed successful competition in that field. She barely escaped the first and most effective punishment--omission from the literary canon after her death. Yet eighty or ninety years later charges of snobbery and invalidism are still used to discredit and diminish her. Marcel Proust's limitations and his neuroticism were at least as notable as hers. But that P.. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 13d5ddc | In theory one is aware that the earth revolves, but in practice one does not perceive it, the ground upon which one treads seems not to move, and one can live undisturbed. So it is with Time in one's life. And to make its flight perceptible novelists are obliged, by wildly accelerating the beat of the pendulum, to transport the reader in a couple of minutes over ten, or twenty, or even thirty years. At the top of one page we have left a lov.. | writing | Marcel Proust | |
| dfd530e | I always win in the end | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| bb451ed | I plan everything. I set everyone in motion, and when the moment comes, I strike. I always win in the end. They never see me coming. Know why? Because I'm already there. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 8620862 | Because politics is the science of the possible, it only appeals to second-rate minds. The first raters only interested in the impossible | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 54100c8 | Don't believe anything I've told you--merely because I said it. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 1d050e0 | The person one loves never really exists, but is a projection focused through the lens of the mind onto whatever screen it fits with least distortion. | mind projection | Arthur C. Clarke | |
| 2c511a1 | They had not yet attained the stupefying boredom of omnipotence; their experiments did not always succeed. | theology | Arthur C. Clarke | |
| 30ba699 | Some women, Commander Norton had decided long ago, should not be allowed aboard ship; weightlessness did things to their breasts that were too damn distracting. It was bad enough when they were motionless; but when they started to move, and sympathetic vibrations set in, it was more than any warm-blooded male should be asked to take. Some women, Commander Norton had decided long ago, should not be allowed aboard ship; weightlessness did thi.. | rendezvous-with-rama | Arthur C. Clarke | |
| f407bff | Turing had pointed out that, if one could carry out a prolonged conversation with a machine--whether by typewriter or microphones was immaterial--without being able to distinguish between its replies and those that a man might give, then the machine was thinking, by any sensible definition of the word. Hal could pass the Turing test with ease. The | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 72816f2 | There were other thinkers, Bowman also found, who held even more exotic views. They did not believe that really advanced beings would possess organic bodies at all. Sooner or later, as their scientific knowledge progressed, they would get rid of the fragile, disease-and-accident-prone homes that Nature had given them, and which doomed them to inevitable death. They would replace their natural bodies as they wore out--or perhaps even before .. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 252ff11 | But at least we have answered one ancient question. We are not alone. The stars will never again be the same to us. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 88c3bb3 | The rise of science, which with monotonous regularity refuted the cosmologies of the prophets and produced miracles which they could never match, eventually destroyed all these faiths. It did not destroy the awe, nor the reverence and humility, which all intelligent beings felt as they contemplated the stupendous universe in which they found themselves. What it did weaken, and finally obliterate, were the countless religions each of which c.. | Arthur C. Clarke |