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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 78ec9d2 | Olivia was moody. wasn't a word with which she was very familiar, but if it meant that her moods swung back and forth for no reason at all, and that she felt crabby and wanted to be alone more often than she felt content and friendly, and that she was often tempted to slam her bedroom door - preferably in someone's face - well, then, described perfectly the way she'd been feeling lately. | mood moody | Ann M. Martin | |
| 0c62d4e | Are you not the one who told me that she had to petition the king to get her husband to sleep with her?" "Aye,that is the gossip at court, but no one knows what she looks like save the king,and he refuses to discuss it. 'Sides, her husband died on the way home to perform his....er duty." "'Twas probably suicide," Amaury muttered grimly." | Lynsay Sands | ||
| bc5af5b | When the end of the world comes, it won't be the ones that cry who survive, but the ones who spit. | Mari Mancusi | ||
| b60bb04 | Of all the apocalypses in all the world - she had walked into his. | Mari Mancusi | ||
| 56d63cf | It's only a story.' As if such words made it less real. But I did not believe him even then, for stories were written down, and the words on the page were proof enough. Fixed and permanent in time, the words, if anything, made the people and places more real than the everchanging world. | permanent-words stories | Keith Donohue | |
| ea60405 | I beg you to understand and accept that no matter what name, I am what I am. | Keith Donohue | ||
| edb2dc5 | Between the covers a book can be a sin. I have spent many hours in search of a waking dream. And once having learned to read, I couldn't imagine my life otherwise. The indifferent children around me didn't share my enthusiasm for the written word. Some might sit for a good story while told, but if a book had no pictures they showed scant interest. | Keith Donohue | ||
| b947939 | La muerte no se reparte como si fuera un bien. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 6e85181 | Me hare a la idea de que te sone -dijo-. Porque la verdad es que te conozco de vista desde hace mucho tiempo, pero me gustas mas cuando te sueno. Entonces hago de ti lo que quiero. No como ahora que, como tu ves, no hemos podido hacer nada. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| a289a28 | I suspected you were tired of looking for things you should have found a long time ago. ~ Jared | Julie Leto | ||
| 996708a | Sidonie," he said, his voice strangely hoarse. "You are the most--I mean, you are so...I find you...ah, devil take it! Never mind!" "I beg your pardon?" "Nothing," he growled. "I misspoke. What did you say about oranges?" | Liz Carlyle | ||
| 0f3ffb8 | The love you needed was the kind best avoided. | Robin Wasserman | ||
| 8b37a08 | Be the person you were so I can be the person you made me. | Robin Wasserman | ||
| a1ba6f9 | I took up space. I was a collection of cells and memories, awkward limbs and clumsy fashion crimes; I was the repository of my parents' expectations and evidence of their disappointments | disappointment expectations life living memories memory parents | Robin Wasserman | |
| 6cfd904 | But how could he admire Joyce's lengthy, libidinal 'yes' so fervently and end up saying 'no' to his own life? I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death. | Alison Bechdel | ||
| e57b039 | On our second date, she kissed me in a bar. I invited her home. We just caught the F train, which seemed like a good omen. | sex | Alison Bechdel | |
| c90f6aa | I do lend my books, but I have to be a bit selective because my marginalia are so incriminating." --Alison Bechdel" | humor reading | Leah Price | |
| 482e5a3 | Petty human squabbles over borders and oil and creed vanish in the knowledge that this living marble surrounded by infinite emptiness is our shared home, and more, a home we share with, and owe to, the most wonderful inventions of life. | Nick Lane | ||
| 570f081 | but I know that I have an easier time loving humankind than I do loving particular human beings. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| f39c77d | Or my eyes go back to seeing it that way. When I entered the cave hoping for a glimpse of celestial brightness, it never occurred to me that it might be so small. But here it is, not much bigger than a mustard seed--everything I need to remember how much my set ideas get in my way. While I am looking for something large, bright, and unmistakably holy, God slips something small, dark, and apparently negligible in my pocket. How many other tr.. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| fac3610 | The real problem has far less to do with what is really out there than it does with our resistance to finding out what is really out there. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| 5145abc | Already up to his waist in the quaking bog, Pendergast stopped struggling and stared up at his assassin. The icy glitter in the pale gray eyes spoke more eloquently of his hatred and despair than any words he might have spoken, and it shook Esterhazy to the core. | Douglas Preston & Lincoln Child | ||
| 66815c3 | A few years ago, Ed and I were exploring the dunes on Cumberland Island, one of the barrier islands between the Atlantic Ocean and the mainland of south Georgia. He was looking for the fossilized teeth of long-dead sharks. I was looking for sand spurs so that I did not step on one. This meant that neither of us was looking very far past our own feet, so the huge loggerhead turtle took us both by surprise. She was still alive but just barely.. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| ede6a0a | When my friend Matilda lay dying of Lou Gehrig's disease, she said that she had been prepared all of her life to choose between good and evil. What no one had prepared her for, she lamented, was to choose between the good, the better, and the best--and yet this capacity turned out to be the one she most needed as she watched the sands of her life run out. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| de6e8c5 | Susan B. Anthony. "I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do," she once said, "because I notice it always coincides with their own desires." | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| fc1e30c | The way I look at it, women in the City are like first-generation immigrants. You get off the boat, you keep your eyes down, work as hard as you can and do your damnest to ignore the taunts of ignorant natives who hate you because you look different and you smell different and because one day you might take their job. And you hope. You know it's probably not going to get that much better in your own lifetime, but just the fact that you occ.. | Allison Pearson | ||
| 5458cd9 | She could feel the blood flowing within her and she felt that she must die or break forth into leaves and flowers. It was not passion she felt: not the passion of the body, though that was there, but rather an exultation, a reaching for life, for the whole of the life which she was capable, and in that life which she but dimly divined was centered love, the love for a man. She was not in love with Rantel: she was in love with what he meant .. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 0b9530a | But there were also times when she cried out in the darkness biting her lips - cried out against the substance of her age: for it was now that she should be young; now above all other times, with the wisdom in her, the wisdom that was frittered away in her 'teens', set aside in her twenties, now, lying there, palpable and with forty summers gone. She clenched her hands together. What good was wisdom; what good was anything when the fawn is .. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 3c079eb | Gormenghast. Withdrawn and ruinous it broods in umbra: the immemorial masonry: the towers, the tracts. Is all corroding? No. Through an avenue of spires a zephyr floats; a bird whistles; a freshet beats away from a choked river. Deep in a fist of stone a doll's hand wriggles, warm rebellious on the frozen palm. A shadow shifts its length. A spider stirs... | classic gormenghast gothic literature | Mervyn Peake | |
| 890b5a2 | But Fuchsia might as well have been carved from dark marble. Only her tears moved. | gormenghast | Mervyn Peake | |
| a82a9cf | Equality,' said Steerpike,' is the thing. It is the only true and central premise from which constructive ideas can radiate freely and be operated without prejudice. Absolute equality of status. Equality of wealth. Equality of power. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 0593387 | With what characters she had filled this lost stage of emptiness! It was here that she would see the people of her imagination, the fierce figures of her making, as they strolled from corner to corner, brooded like monsters or flew through the air like seraphs with burning wings, or danced, or fought, or laughed, or cried. This was her attic of make-believe, where she would watch her mind's companions advancing or retreating across the dust.. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| bed2704 | Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargo Congealed in the dark arteries, Old veins That hold Glamorgan's blood. The midnight miner in the secret seams, Limb, life, and bread. - | coal coal-miner glamorgan hills miners mining rhondda the-land wales | Mervyn Peake | |
| 0578d80 | I want a big breakfast," said Fuchsia at last. "I want a lot to eat, I'm going to think today." -- | thinking | Mervyn Peake | |
| 08519b7 | Irma, my dear sister,' said Prunesquallor, 'I have two things to say. Firstly, why in the name of discomfort are we hanging around in the hall and probably dying of a draught that as far as I'm concerned runs up my right trouser leg and sets my gluteous maximus twtiching; and secondly, what is wrong, when you boil the matter down - with feet? I have always found mine singularly useful, especially for walking with. In fact, ha, ha, ha, one m.. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 8141827 | There is an old saying that "by the yard it's hard; but inch by inch, anything's a cinch!" | Brian Tracy | ||
| 0fe6161 | If you wait for perfect conditions, you will never get anything done. | John Mason | ||
| 8efa72e | Each person leaves a legacy--a single, small piece of herself, which makes richer each individual life and the collective life of humanity as a whole. But do not despair, for despair is a despicable and bourgeois affectation; we must not allow it. As for what happens next, well, as the Cuban poet Regino Pedroso once said, "como forjamos el hierro, forjaremos dias nuevos": as we hammer out iron, we shall hammer out new days." | John Nichols | ||
| 2107024 | We are touched by magic wands. For just a fraction of our day life is perfect, and we are absolutely happy and in harmony with the earth. The feeling passes much too quickly. But the memory - and the anticipation of other miracles - sustains us in the battle indefinitely. | earth harmony magic miracles nature perfection sustenance | John Nichols | |
| 68d7d3f | when you squelch something, you give it power. Ignorance is not bliss. | Dan Harris | ||
| 3ca83b4 | En dan is er nog iets met dat licht. Iemand die van iemand anders houdt, zegt altijd dat dat komt doordat die ander zo mooi is, op een of ander manier, van buiten of van binnen, of allebei, terwijl andere mensen daar vaak niets van zien, en meestal is het ook niet zo. Maar wie altijd mooi is, is degene die liefheeft, want hij heeft lief en wordt bestraald door dat licht. Er is een man die van mij houdt en die mij op een bepaalde manier ontz.. | liefde liefhebben | Harry Mulisch | |
| 216be76 | They had a term, too, for that thing I did where something would bother me and I would immediately project forward to an unpleasant future (e.g., Balding - Unemployment - Flophouse). The Buddhists called this prapanca (pronounced pra-PUN-cha), which roughly translates to "proliferation," or "the imperialistic tendency of mind." That captured it beautifully, I thought: something happens, I worry, and that concern instantaneously colonizes my.. | Dan Harris | ||
| a0b865f | The god entered some women so completely that they became immortal, or very close to it. Bacchus was the god of the grape, of course, so bars are very interesting to maenads. In fact, so interesting that they don't like other creatures of darkness becoming involved. Maenads consider that the violence sparked by the consumption of alcohol belongs to them; that's what they feed off, now that no one formally worships their god. And they are at.. | Charlaine Harris | ||
| 2889fda | Sookie: "Eric, when I'm back to being myself, I'm going to nail your ass for putting me in this position of being pledged to you." Eric: "Darling, you can nail my ass anytime," he said charmingly, and turned to go back to his table. Pam rolled her eyes. "You two," she said." | Charlaine Harris |