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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 30a7960 | We are children of a large family, and must learn, as such children do, not to expect that our little hurts will be made much of - to be content with little nurture and caressing, and help each other the more. | George Eliot | ||
| 79f357b | I daresay some would never get their eyes opened if it were not for a violent shock from the consequences of their own actions | George Eliot | ||
| c5fa99f | The promise was void, like so many other sweet, illusory promises of our childhood; void as promises made in Eden before the seasons were divided, and when the starry blossoms grew side by side with the ripening peach,--impossible to be fulfilled when the golden gates had been passed. | George Eliot | ||
| 845aaaf | He has got no good red blood in his body," said Sir James. "No. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses," said Mrs. Cadwallader." | bookworm | George Eliot | |
| 97e6821 | He seemed to weave, like the spider, from pure impulse, without reflection. Every man's work, pursued steadily, tends in this way to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of life. Silas's hand satisfied itself with throwing the shuttle, and his eye with seeing the little squares in the cloth complete themselves under his effort. Then there were the calls of hunger; and Silas, in his solitude, had to provide his .. | George Eliot | ||
| 614d48f | When the commonplace "We must all die" transforms itself suddenly into the acute consciousness "I must die-- and soon," then death grapples us, and his fingers are cruel; afterwards, he may come to fold us in his arms as our mother did, and our last moment of dim earthly discerning may be like the first." | George Eliot | ||
| 0db06f2 | And Casaubon had done a wrong to Dorothea in marrying her. A man was bound to know himself better than that, and if he chose to grow grey crunching bones in a cavern, he had no business to be luring a girl into his companionship. 'It is the most horrible of virgin sacrifices,' said Will; and he painted to himself what were Dorothea's inward sorrows as if he had been writing a choric wail. | George Eliot | ||
| 1f526f0 | I call it improper pride to let fool's notions hinder you from doing a good action. There's no sort of work," said Caleb, with fervor, putting out his hand and moving it up and down to mark his emphasis, "that could ever be done well, if you minded what fools say. You must have it inside you that your plan is right, and that plan you must follow." | George Eliot | ||
| b2a5545 | When uncultured minds, confined to a narrow range of personal experience, are under the pressure of continued misfortune, their inward life is apt to become a perpetually repeated round of sad and bitter thoughts: the same words, the same scenes are revolved over and over again, the same mood accompanies them--the end of the year finds them as much what they were at the beginning as if they were machines set to a recurrent series of movemen.. | George Eliot | ||
| 62a25b1 | Men and women make sad mistakes about their own symptoms, taking their vague, uneasy longings sometimes for genius, sometimes for religion, and oftener still for a mighty love. | George Eliot | ||
| b3b6a4a | It had never occurred to him that he should live in any other than what he would have called an ordinary way, with green glasses for hock, and excellent waiting at table. In warming himself at French social theories he had brought away no smell of scorching. We may handle even extreme opinions with impunity while our furniture, our dinner-giving, and preference for armorial bearings in our own ease, link us indissolubly with the established.. | materialism | George Eliot | |
| 6c4a09e | Looking at the mother, you might hope that the daughter would become like her, which is a prospective advantage equal to a dowry--the mother too often standing behind the daughter like a malignant prophecy--"Such as I am, she will shortly be." | George Eliot | ||
| f635a73 | I would not creep along the coast but steer Out in mid-sea, by guidance of the stars. | George Eliot | ||
| 701582a | Our consiousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us anymore than without us: there have been many circulations of the sap before we detect the smallest sign of the bud. | George Eliot | ||
| b2e153a | My life is too short, and God's work is too great for me to think of making a home for myself in this world. | George Eliot | ||
| 3ccf121 | What distinguishes genocide from murder, and even from acts of political murder that claim as many victims, is the intent. The crime is wanting to make a people extinct. The idea is the crime. | Philip Gourevitch | ||
| 7a50107 | Novels are nice,' my friend said. 'They stop.' He waggled his fingers to make quotation marks in the air. 'They say, 'The End.' Very nice. A marvelous invention. Here we have stories, but never 'The End. | Philip Gourevitch | ||
| 01b3404 | Do you know what O'Keefe Says about blue? he asked her, blowing out a cloud of smoke, warming to her voice, though he did not remember her face clearly from the opening night's exhibition. What? That it is the color that will remain after everything is destroyed. | Alice Walker | ||
| baa95cb | All womens not alike, Tobias, she say. Believe it or not. Oh, I believe it, he say. Just can't prove it to the world. | Alice Walker | ||
| 89b98a5 | It always making little surprises and springing them on us when us least expect. | Alice Walker | ||
| c1fe7e2 | What is a promise if not your hand in mine? | Alice Walker | ||
| b6ab884 | And then, just when I know I can live content without Shug, just when Mr. ___ done ast me to marry him again, this time in the spirit as well as in the flesh, and just after I say, Naw, I still don't like frogs, but let's us be friends, Shug write me she's coming home. Now. Is this life or not? *I be so calm.* If she come, I be happy. If she don't I be content. And then I figure this the lesson I was suppose to learn. | sense-of-self the-color-purple | Alice Walker | |
| 950b684 | If she come, I be happy. If she don't, I be content. And then I figure this the lesson I was suppose tolearn. | happiness | Alice Walker | |
| a0000f2 | Mostly I think I've learned to trust God more. I mean, if I start getting worried or freaked, I just try to put it in God's hands. Sometimes I imagine God cradling the globe in his hands, and I tell myself that as long as I'm with God, the Creator of the universe, I can be comfortable and at home anyplace on the planet. | globe trust universe worried | Melody Carlson | |
| df5ebe8 | So things go on as before with those who think a great deal and effect nothing, and those who think nothing evidently doing it all... | Saul Bellow | ||
| b71a975 | The wheels of the cars stormed underneath. Woods and pastures ran up and receded, the rails of sidings sheathed in rust, the dipping racing wires, and on the right the blue of the Sound, deeper, stronger than before. Then the enameled shells of the commuters' cars, and the heaped bodies of junk cars, the shapes of old New England mills, with narrow, austere windows; villages, convents; tugboats moving in the swelling fabric-like water; and .. | Saul Bellow | ||
| 6460e85 | And what about all the good I have in my heart--doesn't it mean anything? | Saul Bellow | ||
| 81b7dd6 | Shall I run back into the desert ... and stay there until the devil has passed out of me and I am fit to meet human kind again without driving it to despair at the first look? I haven't had enough desert yet. | despair introspection reflection | Saul Bellow | |
| 02963bb | Society is what beats me. Alone I can be pretty good, but let me go among people and there's the devil to pay. | Saul Bellow | ||
| f770788 | Being right was largely a matter of explanations. | Saul Bellow | ||
| 3c38cc0 | And then I was crying too, crying with Danny, silently, for his pain and for the years of his suffering, knowing that I loved him, and not knowing whether I hated or loved the long, anguished years of his life. | love pain | Chaim Potok | |
| 862bde9 | hot shouts of neon... | Robert R. McCammon | ||
| 2111715 | I plummeted down past the zigzaggers, the students, the experts, through year after year of doubleness and smiles and compromise, into my own past. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 888776d | He could almost have been an American, he was so tan and had such good teeth, but I could tell straight away that he wasn't. He had what no American man I've ever met has had, and that's intuition. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 266f11f | That's one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself... | Sylvia Plath | ||
| fbdc610 | She has folded Them back into her body as petals Of a rose close when the garden Stiffens and odours bleed From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower. The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone. | edge sylvia-plath | Sylvia Plath | |
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| f5a8a0c | After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort or another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of the race. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| cd8deaa | The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over. Each dead child coiled, a white serpent, One at each little Pitcher of milk, now empty. She has folded Them back into her body as petals Of a rose close when the garden Stiffens and odors bleed From the sweet, deep throats of the night f.. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 61cfe9d | Sylvia Plath" A miniature mad talent? Sylvia Plath, who'll wipe off the spit of your integrity, rising in the saddle to slash at Auschwitz, life tearing this or that, I am a woman? Who'll lay the graduate girl in marriage, queen bee, naked, unqueenly, shaming her shame? Each English major saying, "I am Sylvia, I hate marriage, I must hate babies." Even men have a horror of giving birth, mother-sized babies splitting us in half, sixty thousa.. | Robert Lowell | ||
| b47305f | There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I'll go take a hot bath. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| ac4aba1 | I fret for Sylvia. She appears anchored to the idea of sinking, which is silly when she so clearly soars above almost everyone. | Stephanie Hemphill | ||
| 6c26e49 | Me sentia muy tranquila y muy vacia, como debe de sentirse el ojo de un tornado que se mueve con ruido sordo en medio del estrepito circundante. | tranquilidad vacío | Sylvia Plath | |
| f599654 | She was restless. She drove a little too fast, swam a little too far offshore. She hitchhiked. She skied recklessly. While Sylvia's rabid perfectionism was very real, she was far from the good-girl persona she worked so hard to cultivate. | living-life-to-the-fullest | Elizabeth Winder |