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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4327717 | The story was writing itself and I was having a hard time keeping up with it. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| a4ea257 | Robert Jordan saw them there on the slope, close to him now, and below he saw the road and the bridge and the long lines of vehicles below it. He was completely integrated now and he took a good long look at everything. Then he looked up at the sky. There were big white clouds in it. He touched the palm of his hand against the pine needles where he lay and he touched the bark of the pine trunk that he lay behind... He was waiting until the .. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 4c293e1 | The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 79f5087 | The more I'm let alone and not worried the better I can function. | solitude | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 3c86e52 | Even when you have learned not to look at families nor listen to them and have learned not to answer letters, families have many ways of being dangerous. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| a2d7334 | Writing is something that you can never do as well as it can be done. It is a perpetual challenge and it is more difficult than anything else that I have ever done--so I do it. And it makes me happy when I do it well. | craft-of-writing improvement satisfaction satisfaction-of-writing work writing | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 9f628b9 | I was trying to write then and I found the greatest difficulty, aside from knowing truly what you really felt, rather than what you were supposed to feel, and had been taught to feel, was to put down what really happened in action; what the actual things were which produced the emotion that you experienced. In writing for a newspaper you told what happened and, with one trick and another, you communicated the emotion aided by the element of.. | writing | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 0fe2876 | What you have with Maria, whether it lasts just through today and a part of tomorrow, or whether it lasts for a long life is the most important thing that can happen to a human being. There will always be people who say it does not exist because they cannot have it. But I tell you it is true and that you have it and that you are lucky even if you die tomorrow. | love the-one true-love | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 21fdd1b | Besides, he thought, everything kills everything else in some way. Fishing kills me exactly as it keeps me alive. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 649e851 | The priest was good but dull. The officers were not good but dull. The King was good but dull. The wine was bad but not dull. | war wine | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 3ce5e15 | Out of all the things you could not have there were some that you could have and one of those was to know when you were happy and to enjoy all of it while it was there and it was good. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 7ca013b | He is a great fish and I must convince him, he thought. I must never let him learn his strength nor what he could do if he made his run. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 3e094f0 | Heresy is the foe of countenance | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 947615d | When asked about rewriting, Ernest Hemingway said that he rewrote the ending to A Farewell to Arms thirty-nine times before he was satisfied. Vladimir Nabokov wrote that spontaneous eloquence seemed like a miracle and that he rewrote every word he ever published, and often several times. And Mark Strand, former poet laureate, says that each of his poems sometimes goes through forty to fifty drafts before it is finished. | writing | Susan M. Tiberghien | |
| aea9d61 | I could not fail myself and die on a fish like this," he said. "Now that I have him coming so beautifully, God help me endure. I'll say a hundred Our Fathers and a hundred Hail Marys. But I cannot say them now." Consider them said, he thought. I'll say them later." | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 176801f | How did you go bankrupt?" Bill asked. "Two ways," Mike said. "Gradually and then suddenly." | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 66cc17f | He looked across the sea and knew how alone he was now. But he could see the prisms in the deep dark water and the line stretching ahead and the strange undulation of the calm. The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 3b5a8c8 | If a four-letter man marries a five-letter woman, he was thinking, what number of letters would their children be? | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 9a849e3 | I had gone...to the smoke of cafes and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all there was, and the strange excitement of waking and not knowing who it was with you, and the world all unreal in the dark and so exciting that you must resume again unknowing and not caring in the night, sure that this was all and all and all and not caring. Suddenly to.. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 220f517 | Now we have done it. Now we really have done it." Yes, he thought. Now we have really done it. And when she went to sleep suddenly like a tired young girl and lay beside him lovely in the moonlight that showed the beautiful new strange line of her head as she slept on her side he leaned over and said to her but not aloud, "I'm with you. No matter what else you have in your head I'm with you and I love you." | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 8d7220f | In the morning I walked down the Boulevard to the rue Soufflot for coffee and brioche. It was a fine morning. The horse-chestnut trees in the Luxembourg gardens were in bloom. There was the pleasant early-morning feeling of a hot day. I read the papers with the coffee and then smoked a cigarette. The flower-women were coming up from the market and arranging their daily stock. Students went by going up to the law school, or down to the Sorbo.. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 1841031 | I am unstable, sometimes melancholy, and have been called on some occasions imperious; but I never did an ungenerous act in my life. I sympathise warmly with others, and have wasted my heart in their love. | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley | ||
| 7d9db42 | No man chooses evil because it is evil...he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks." Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley" | Jessica Shirvington | ||
| 0a33e22 | Martin smiled, the slow curve of his mouth revealing a dimple in his left cheek. Violet frowned, as she did every time she saw that dimple. It didn't belong on his face. It was as simple as that. Dimples were impish and mischievous. They spoke of laughter and pleasure, not three piece suits and pipes and slippers and cardigans with elbow patches. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 2df1b4c | Excuse me, your attention please." He waited until the whole floor had stopped what it was doing and turned to face him. For a split second his impulse control kicked in, but by then his mouth was fully engaged. "For the record, Claire Marsden and I are not having sex." | humour romance romantic-comedy | Sarah Mayberry | |
| dbab0bc | Poppy: What makes you think I'm having dinner with you? Jake: Because you can't sit in your room and eat ice cream and chips two nights in a row. You'll get scurvy. You need vitamin C. | humor romance | Sarah Mayberry | |
| 0a0a631 | The pig winks and rolls in the bog. He kicks his legs up and his trotters clack together. The sun is low over the neighbourhood. There is the smell of oncoming night, of pollen settling, the sounds of kids fighting bath time. Lester comes down, waving his hands. Don't drown the pig, Fish. We're saving him for Christmas! We're gonna eat him. No! I'll drink to that, says the pig. Lester stands there. He looks at Fish. He looks at the porker. .. | life | Tim Winton | |
| 06e36de | Inside those waves our voices bounced back at us, deeper and larger for all the noise, like the voices of men. | Tim Winton | ||
| ab79318 | Surviving is the strongest memory I have; the sense of having walked on water. | Tim Winton | ||
| 1d83b1e | Why was it that silence sometimes felt like a physical thing with a weight of its own? | Mary Balogh | ||
| 976a523 | She had never believed in fate. She still did not. It would be nonsense of freedom of will and choice, and it was through such freedom that we worked our way through life and learned what we needed to learn. But sometimes, it seemed to her, there was something, some sign, to nudge one along in a certain direction. What one chose to do with that nudge was up to that person. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 78377b0 | People, especially some religious people. would have us believe that it is wrong . even a sin, to love oneself. It is not. It is the basic, essential love. If you do not love yourself, you cannot possibly love anyone else. Not fully and truly. | Mary Balogh | ||
| e8979c5 | And I need you, my love," he said. "I need you so much that I panic when I think that perhaps I will not be able to persuade you to come back with me to Enfield. I need you so much that I cannot quite contemplate the rest of my life if it must be lived without you. I need you so much that--Well, the words speak for themselves. I need you." "To look after Augusta?" she said. She dared not hear what he was surely saying. She dared not hope. ".. | need | Mary Balogh | |
| fd575de | You really love me?" she asked wistfully. "The devil!" he exclaimed, looking over his shoulder. "Did I forget to say it? The thing I came to say?" | love men women | Mary Balogh | |
| 55913a6 | There is a terrible pain," she said softly, "about being abandoned by someone who loves someone else more than you. A pain and an emptiness and a determination never again to give anyone that power." | Mary Balogh | ||
| a95e3d1 | If you have always suspected your sister of an inclination to madness, it will be my pleasure to confirm your worst fears. | regency | Mary Balogh | |
| 63380ed | Quant au sang, ah, le sang, le sujet entier me fascine. En plus, j'aime ca, quand ca coule tout chaud et que je suis assoiffee. Et je le suis souvent. | la-vampire-1 vampires | Christopher Pike | |
| b5691d6 | Suddenly I felt the weight of shattered dreams. | Christopher Pike | ||
| 695c10d | What you wish for, what you most hope for - that is your greatest illusion. | christopher pike | ||
| 46d67af | There is much debate in this country over abortion. I have always found it puzzling. There are the right-to-lifers who say that abortion is the equivalent of murder. Then there are those who say a woman's right of free choice must be preserved. What has always struck me as odd is that each side is convinced that only it is right, and the other is wrong. I feel they are both wrong. No one should take away another person's right to choose. An.. | Christopher Pike | ||
| 3b9e7a6 | I'm a coward, I close my eyes. I don't understand why God made sight the only sense that can be blocked off. | christopher-pike sita thirst | Christopher Pike | |
| f8b4c94 | Dreamer in Exile. | Teresa Medeiros | ||
| 967580b | I see a man," she said softly. "A man with the roar of cannons still ringing in his ears. A man bloodied by life, but not beaten. A man with a scar that draws his mouth into a frown when he might actually long to smile." | hero romance scarred | Teresa Medeiros | |
| 9fae0e6 | Since you're probably going to die, you might as well know- I love you nearly as much as I hate you." His eyes fluttured just once as he murmured, "Me too." | Teresa Medeiros |