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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6aadfc4 | The past is a part of you and us. You can store it away someplace different, but you can't make it go away. And you can't even resolve it until you, we, face it. | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| f76852e | We attack the problems. They don't attack us. | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| 83360f8 | live life to appreciate life. | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| 2544c6c | Publicity images often use sculptures or paintings to lend allure or authority to their own message. Framed oil paintings often hang in shop windows as part of their display. Any work of art 'quoted' by publicity serves two purposes. Art is a sign of affluence; it belongs to the good life; it is part of the furnishing which the world gives to the rich and the beautiful. But a work of art also suggests a cultural authority, a form of dignity.. | John Berger | ||
| dca650d | The bogus religiosity which now surrounds original works of art, and which is ultimately dependent upon their market value, has become the substitute for what paintings lost when the camera made them reproducible. | John Berger | ||
| a06c72d | It was better than Harry had expected. As for Dumbledore's writing to the Dursleys, that was nothing. Harry knew perfectly well they'd just be disappointed that the Whomping Willow hadn't squashed him flat. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| bacbf52 | How do you remember stuff like that?' asked Ron, looking at her in admiration. 'I listen, Ron,' said Hermione, with a touch of asperity. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| a8e7c57 | He was finding it hard at the moment to decide whether he wanted to be with people or not. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| cf16b1a | At this precise moment in time, I take no pleasure in being right. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 8137584 | I assert our inalienable right to party! | J.K. Rowling | ||
| a784c92 | Juro solemnemente que mis intenciones no son buenas. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 4f8ef9f | Extremely unusual though he was, at that moment Harry Potter felt just like everyone else: glad, for the first time in his life, that it was his birthday. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 376252f | Do it today or later you'll pay! | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 73ad021 | Harry's extremities seemed to have gone numb. He stood quite still, holding the miraculous paper in his nerveless fingers while inside him a kind of quiet eruption sent joy and grief thundering in equal measure through his veins. Lurching to the bed, he sat down. He read the letter again, but could not take in any more meaning than he had done the first time, and was reduced to staring at the handwriting itself. She had made her "g's" the s.. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 832d8cb | Lo que sucedio en las mazmorras entre tu y el profesor Quirrell es completamente secreto, asi que, naturalmente, todo el colegio lo sabe. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| a0c9bc3 | Naturally Shirley had known, as they slid stock words and phrases back and forth between them like beads on an abacus, that Howard must be as brimful of ecstasy as she was; but to express these feelings out loud, when the news of death was still fresh in the air, would have been tantamount to dancing naked and shrieking obscenities, and Howard and Shirley were clothed, always, in an invisible layer of decorum that they never laid aside. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 4f2e681 | I've always thought about the theatre like a Christmas tree, all shining and bright with beautiful ornaments. But now it seems like a Christmas tree with the tinsel all tarnished and the colored balls all fallen off and broken...' Sure, I know what you mean...And it's both ways...Some of the ornaments fall and break and some stay clear and bright. Some of the tinsel gets tarnished and some stays shining and beautiful like the night before C.. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| a587ecd | And it came to me as I stood on the desert sand, looking at the Great Pyramid, that what any civilization says about God tells us more about that civilization than it does about God. | faith god | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 45d136c | But I did feel, and passionately, that it wasn't fair of God to give us brains enough to ask the ultimate questions if he didn't intend to teach us the answers. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 5bafcd1 | Lords of melody and song, Lords of roses burning bright, Blue will right the ancient wrong, Though the way is dark and long, Blue will shine with loving light. | melody right roses song wrong | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| ffb07d0 | We are a generation which is crying loudly to tear down all structure in order to find freedom, and discovering, when order is demolished, that instead of freedom we have death. | institutions | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 3195c4a | We want them to see their home planet," Mrs. Whatsit said. The Medium lost the delighted smile she had worn till then. "Oh, why must you make me look at unpleasant things when there are so many delightful ones to see?" Again Mrs. Which's voice reverberated through the cave. "There will no longer be so many pleasant things to look at if responsible people do not do something about the unpleasant ones." | goodness standing-up-for-what-is-right truth | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 04452c2 | When I get this feeling, this compulsion, I always do what it tells me. I can't explain where it comes from or how I get it, and it doesn't happen very often. But I obey it. And this afternoon I had a feeling that I must come over to the haunted house. That's all I know, kid. I'm not holding anything back. Maybe it's because I'm supposed to meet you. You tell me. | feelings intuition | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| fae11fa | It's my worst trouble, getting fond. If I didn't get fond I could be happy all the time. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 05ed719 | to look at a work of art and then to make a judgement as to whether or not it is art, and whether or not it is Christian, is presumptuous. | christian christianity | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| a3c1e2b | Love does not triumph easily or without pain, but story gives us the courage to endure the pain. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 4c650ba | For the things which are seen are temporal. But the things which are not seen are eternal. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| dd62f5e | Are you fighting the Black Thing?" Meg asked. "Oh, yes," Aunt Beast replied. "In doing that, we can never relax. We are called according to His purpose, and whom He calls, them He also justifies. Of course we have help, and without help it would be much more difficult." | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 8284df4 | The more a man knows, the less he talks. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 3ca8d2c | Even travelling at the speed of light it would take us years and years to get here." "Oh, we don't travel at the speed of anything," Mrs Whatsit explained earnestly. "We tesser. Or you might say, we wrinkle." | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 3efa7ec | I get glimmers of the bad nineteenth-century teaching which has made Mother remove God from the realm of mystery and beauty and glory, but why do people half my age think that they don't have faith unless their faith is small and comprehensible and like a good old plastic Jesus? | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| b0550dd | From the shoulders, slowly a pair of wings unfolded, wings made of rainbows, of light upon water, of poetry. Calvin fell to his knees. "No," Mrs. Whatsit said, though her voice was not Mrs. Whatsit's voice. "Not to me Calvin. Never to me. Stand up." | christian love | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 88a4fb9 | In your language you have a form of poetry called a sonnet...It is a very strict form of poetry, is it not? ...There are fourteen lines, I believe, all in iambic pentameter. That's a very strict rhythm or meter, yes?...And each line has to end with a rigid rhyme pattern. And if the poet does not do it exactly this way, it is not a sonnet, is it?' 'No.' 'But within this strict form the poet has complete freedom to say whatever he wants, does.. | philosophy-of-life | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 3e3e3d2 | the joy and love were so tangible that Meg felt that if she only knew where to reach she could touch it with her bare hands. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 0777af9 | A step further. Creationism. If you want to go in so deep as to ignore all of the advances and hard facts that SCIENCE and LEARNING have provided us in the field of biological evolution and instead profess that the creation story, written by men from their holy visions, about how the Christian deity spinning the world together out of the void in the magic of Genesis describes the true origin of the universe, that is your business. Terrific... | Nick Offerman | ||
| 627193c | And don't forget: Elvendork! It's unisex! | inspirational james-potter wisdom | J.K. Rowling | |
| 3bbdc15 | Thus, in a real sense, I am constantly writing autobiography, but I have to turn it into fiction in order to give it credibility. | books writing | Katherine Paterson | |
| fe8eb3d | The world tilted slightly sideways. 'I think I need to sit down.' The floor seemed like the best option. It was close and he'd already proved that he could hit it. His legs folded. | Tanya Huff | ||
| 0db89f7 | Claire "The Elysian Fields Guest House? Why didn't he just call it the Vestibule to Hell?" | Tanya Huff | ||
| 6c5d3d5 | I had always thought of the sea as a boundary keeping me in my place on land. Now, though, it became an opening. | Tracy Chevalier | ||
| d3fe7fc | At first I could not meet his eyes. When I did it was like sitting close to a fire that suddenly blazes up. | Tracy Chevalier | ||
| 19fc2f2 | No querian tocarlo; les inspiraba el mismo asco que una arana gorda a la que no se quiere aplastar con la mano. | Patrick Süskind | ||
| e17cb7b | Everyone laughed, but nobody laughed harder than Luna Lovegood. She let out a scream of mirth that caused Hedwig to wake up and flap her wings indignantly and Crookshanks to leap up into the luggage rack, hissing. She laughed so hard that her magazine slipped out of her grasp, slid down her legs, and onto the floor. "That was funny!" -- | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 52cd514 | Her arm curved to the floor, her fingers inches from Ron's. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. The idea made him feel strangely lonely. | J.K. Rowling |