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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 227fd4d | Call me cynical if you like. But it all sounds a bit too convenient. The Authorized Version of events leaves out a number of details, which Creationists seem content to ignore. I personally have my doubts - not least about the giant cow - although even now you have to beware of how you express these sentiments. | Joanne Harris | ||
| b70c401 | So much of his life seemed to be like this now, a blur of days without anything to define them from each other, like episodes of a soap he watched out of habit, even though none of the characters interested him. | Joanne Harris | ||
| 17b260a | The day stretched out in front of him like an empty road in the desert. | Joanne Harris | ||
| 7f9fd83 | Wild birds will kill exotic ones: the budgies and the lovebirds and the yellow canaries-- escaped from their cages and hoping to get a taste of the sky -- usually end up back on the ground, plucked raw by their more conformist cousins | conformists conformity difference standing-out wildness | Joanne Harris | |
| 70a307a | There's also a lot of random stuff about poetry, flowers and lute music, plus kissing and cuddling (lots of this), wearing similar outfits, talking incessantly about the current object of devotion, and generally losing one's faculties. | love lovers | Joanne Harris | |
| 9e4ac61 | women live the lie from birth on, and then one day they realize that it's too late for them, they're too old to write a book or solve a difficult problem in math, they'll never learn to sing or play the piano, they showed such promise early on. so they run to the priest, their voices take on a hysterical edge, like the one mine has right now, and the priest tells them they have lived righteously and their reward will be in heaven, and he co.. | Haven Kimmel | ||
| 7fab864 | But you can't ever live in the place you dream about, the town you long for. ...the moment you become conscious of your desire, and then fulfill it, it evaporates. | Haven Kimmel | ||
| 1b3ec71 | I figure heaven will be a scratch-and-sniff sort of place, and one of my first requests will be the Driftwood in its prime, while it was filled with our life. And later I will ask for the smell of my dad's truck, which was a combination of basic truck (nearly universal), plus his cologne (Old Spice), unfiltered Lucky Strikes, and when I was very lucky, leaded gasoline. If I could have gotten my nose close enough I would have inhaled leaded .. | Haven Kimmel | ||
| cd82837 | Ox, what occupation is most closely linked to insanity?' 'Emperor,' I said promptly. | Barry Hughart | ||
| 2ee6bd1 | if they brought you here,They'll put you to work. THEY'RE not readyto kill you YET. | Art Spiegelman | ||
| 92cabdc | Behind all sorrows in the world Klepp saw a ravenous hunger; all human suffering, he believed, could be cured with a portion of blood sausage. What quantities of fresh blood sausage with rings of onion, washed down with beer, Oskar consumed in order to make his friend think his sorrow's name was hunger and not Sister Dorothy. | Günter Grass | ||
| 0980c04 | I've also been told it makes a good impression to begin modestly by asserting that novels no longer have heroes because individuals have ceased to exist, that individualism is a thing of the past, that all human beings are lonely, all equally lonely, with no claim to individual loneliness, that they all form some nameless mass devoid of heroes. | Günter Grass | ||
| 0fe2d39 | Our most basic emotional need is not to fall in love but to be genuinely loved by another, to know a love that grows out of reason and choice, not instinct. | Gary Chapman | ||
| 61c31b7 | Mark Twain once said, "I can live for two months on a good compliment." -- | Gary Chapman | ||
| 38169de | When I sit with my wife and give her twenty minutes of my undivided attention and she does the same for me, we are giving each other twenty minutes of life. We will never have those twenty minutes again; we are giving our lives to each other. It is a powerful emotional communicator of love. | Gary Chapman | ||
| c627805 | There is a third truth, which only the mature lover will be able to hear. My spouse's criticisms about my behavior provide me with the clearest clue to her primary love language. | Gary Chapman | ||
| cdfc56f | Many people mess up every new day with what happened yesterday. They insist on bringing into today the failures of yesterday, and in so doing pollute a potentially wonderful day. When bitterness, resentment, and revenge are allowed to live in the human heart, words of affirmation will be impossible to speak. The best thing we can do with past failures is to let them be history. | Gary Chapman | ||
| cef871f | Whatever the surface appearances, most human beings come equipped with convoluted emotional machinery. With intimacy, the wreckage starts to show, damage rendered in the course of passions colliding like freight trains on the same track. | Sue Grafton | ||
| d052247 | Life was reduced to its four basic elements: air, food, drink, and a good friend. | Sue Grafton | ||
| 1679358 | If love is what injures us, how can we heal? | Sue Grafton | ||
| 1715509 | You kill people you hate or you kill in rage or you kill to get even, but you don't kill someone you're indifferent to. | Sue Grafton | ||
| d3a9de2 | People can hold out just so long and then they fold. | Sue Grafton | ||
| dbc1ba1 | Pain was better than anxiety any day of the week and sweat was better than depression. | Sue Grafton | ||
| 396d6d9 | The commentator Peter Daou, who worked on my 2008 campaign, captured my feelings when he tweeted, "If Trump had won by 3 million votes, lost electoral college by 80K, and Russia had hacked RNC, Republicans would have shut down America." | Hillary Rodham Clinton | ||
| ccf584b | Love brightens and purifies the heart. | love | Karen Cushman | |
| a22ebfe | Slowly he lifted his hands in the darkness and held them in mid-air, the fingers spread weakly open. If he reached out with his hands, and if his hands were electric wires, and if his heart were a battery giving life and fire to those hands, and if he reached out with his hands and touched other people, reached out through these stone walls and felt other hands connected with other hearts -- if he did that, would there be a reply, a shock? | Richard Wright | ||
| b832d72 | If I were a member of the class that rules, I would post men in all the neighborhoods of the nation, not to spy upon or club rebellious workers, not to break strikes or disrupt unions; but to ferret out those who no longer respond to the system in which they live. I would make it known that the real danger does not stem from those who seek to grab their share of wealth through force, or from those who try to defend their property through vi.. | Richard Wright | ||
| 110699b | I had written a book of short stories which was published under the title of "Uncle Tom's Children". When the review of that book began to appear, I realized that I had made an awful naive mistake. I found that I had written a book which even bankers' daughters could read and weep over and feel good about. I swore to myself that if I ever wrote another book, no one would weep over it; that it would be so hard and deep that they would have t.. | goals mistakes | Richard Wright | |
| bc16b87 | Did you ever feel happy in church?" "Naw. I didn't want to. Nobody but poor folks get happy in church." "But you are poor, Bigger." Again Bigger's eyes lit with a bitter and feverish pride. "I ain't that poor." | Richard Wright | ||
| 7b716de | If the stars twinkled more than usual on any given night, it meant that the angels in heaven were happy and were flitting across the doors of heaven; and since stars were merely holes ventilating heaven, the twinkling came from the angels flitting past the holes that admitted air into the holy home of God. | Richard Wright | ||
| 78e290c | I want so badly to help you realize, Elizabeth Anne, how difficult and puzzling and full of wonder it all is: some day I will tell you how I learned to watch the shifting light of autumn days or smelled the earth through snow in March; how one winter morning God vanished from my life and how one summer evening I sat in a Ferris wheel, looking down on a man that hurt me badly; I will tell you how I once travelled to Rome and saw all the sold.. | Richard B. Wright | ||
| 97c9d88 | Peace never bragged. If you didn't look for it, it wasn't there. | Tim O'Brien | ||
| 7df3894 | They shared the weight of memory. They took up what others could no longer bear. Often, they carried each other, the wounded or weak. | Tim O'Brien | ||
| 8e10331 | A place where your life exists before you live it, and where it goes afterwards. | Tim O'Brien | ||
| bc576a3 | there. During | Louis Sachar | ||
| ba84fc7 | It's funny how you can go from hating a girl to maybe liking her, maybe liking her a lot, just because she shows a little interest in you. | Louis Sachar | ||
| d55c4ad | Carol looked at her. "How do you become a poet?" "By feeling things - too much, I suppose," Therese answered conscientiously." | feeling-too-much poet | Patricia Highsmith | |
| f9dfeb2 | Forever, Tom thought. Maybe he'd never go back to the States. It was not so much Europe itself as the evenings he had spent alone, here and in Rome, that made him feel that way. Evenings by himself simply looking at maps, or lying around on sofas thumbing through guidebooks. Evenings looking at his clothes - his clothes and Dickie's - and feeling Dickie's rings between his palms, and running his fingers over the antelope suitcase he had bou.. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 43ca878 | Carol raised her hand slowly and brushed her hair back, once on either side, and Therese smiled because the gesture was Carol, and it was Carol she loved and would always love. Oh, in a different way now, because she was a different person, and it was like meeting Carol all over again, but it was still Carol and no one else. It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven .. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 13b1266 | Thinking no more about it, he stepped off into that cool space, that fast descent to her, with nothing in his mind but a memory of a curve of her shoulder, naked, as he had never seen it. | this-sweet-sickness | Patricia Highsmith | |
| 6b39dd6 | But even that question wasn't definite enough. Perhaps it was a statement after all: I don't want to die yet without knowing you. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| e87cf51 | I'm going to enjoy what I've got as long as it lasts. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| c0921d5 | It's the greatest of Southern honors . . . to have one's name incorporated into a family tree. It's an honor not lightly given. | Sheri Holman | ||
| 6266281 | Pinot Noir country. My grape. The one varietal that truly enchants me, both stills and steals my heart with its elusive loveliness and false promises of transcendence. I loved her, and I would continue to follow her siren call until my wallet--or liver, whichever came first--gave out. | Rex Pickett |