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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4dfc273 | Twittering just seemed to be people telling other people what they were doing--getting in the shower, making coffee. Who on earth wanted to know these things?...Babble and twitter. Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. | technology | Kate Atkinson | |
| bdf2905 | Sooner or later, though, no matter where in the world we live, we must join the diaspora, venturing beyond our biological family to find our logical one, the one that actually makes sense for us. | Armistead Maupin | ||
| 04530e4 | DEAR MAMA, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write. Every time I try to write to you and Papa I realize I'm not saying the things that are in my heart. That would be O.K., if I loved you any less than I do, but you are still my parents and I am still your child. I have friends who think I'm foolish to write this letter. I hope they're wrong. I hope their doubts are based on parents who loved and trusted them less than mine do. I hope espec.. | Armistead Maupin | ||
| dc09359 | Somepeople drink to foregt, I smoke to remember" Anna Madrigal in Tales of the City..." | Armistead Maupin | ||
| 4549060 | Here was the true Great Spirit, the divine thread connecting all human endeavor - if you can keep it, it is yours. Your property, slave or continent. The American Imperative. | Colson Whitehead | ||
| a9a847c | For many people of color, learning to break the silence is a survival issue. To remain silent would be to disconnect from her own experience, to swallow and internalize her own oppression.The cost of silence is too high. | Beverly Daniel Tatum | ||
| 152da02 | the freedom that allows other freedons to exist | John Fowles | ||
| a273c7d | I think he was a little like the lizard that changes color with its surroundings. He appeared far more a gentleman in a gentleman's house. In that inn, I saw him for what he was. And I knew his color there was far more natural than the other. | gentleman lizard surroundings | John Fowles | |
| 79f1f84 | Look, Miranda, he said, those twenty long years that lie between you and me. I've more knowledge of life than you, I've lived more and betrayed more and seen more betrayed. At your age one is bursting with ideals. You think that because I can sometimes see what's trivial and what's important in art that I ought to be more virtuous. But I don't want to be virtuous. My charm (if there is any) for you is simply frankness. And experience. Not g.. | betray betrayal betrayed bursting charm experience frank frankness good goodness ideal ideals important knowledge life old older trivial understand virtue virtuous years young younger | John Fowles | |
| ea73fdd | People won't admit it, they're too busy grabbing to see that the lights have fused. They can't see the darkness and the spider-face beyond and the great web of it all. That there's always this if you scratch at the surface of happiness and goodness. The black and the black and the black. | beyond black dark darkness distracted distraction fused good goodness grab grabbing happiness happy lights people scratch see spider surface web | John Fowles | |
| 9bcf4e2 | As if I'd lit a fire in the darkness to try and warm us. And all I'd done was to see his real face by it. | John Fowles | ||
| 1c7323d | As if that solves everything, as if to hate something means it can't have affected you. | John Fowles | ||
| 95e4c4e | To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape. And my feelings, at the end of that wretched term, were those of a man who knows he's in a cage, exposed to the jeers of all his old ambitions until he dies. | poetry | John Fowles | |
| 8bba5f1 | I knew that on that island one was driven back into the past. There was so much space, so much silence, so few meetings that one too easily saw out of the present, and then the past seemed ten times closer than it was. | nature past solitude | John Fowles | |
| dbd289e | It was an unforgettable painting; it set a dense golden halo of light round the most trivial of moments, so that the moment, and all such moments, could never be completely trivial again. | capture life moments painting | John Fowles | |
| 4ddb6b1 | Girls possess sexual tact in inverse proportion to their standard of education. | women-sexuality | John Fowles | |
| e557b52 | She argued. She cried. She took my faltering, my tortured refusals for something far finer than they really were. At the end of the afternoon, before we left the wood, and with a solemnity and sincerity, a complete dedication of herself that I cannot describe to you because such unconditional promising is another extinct mystery...she said, Whatever happens I shall never marry anyone but you. | John Fowles | ||
| 240523c | It's despair at the lack of (I'm cheating, I didn't say all these things - but I'm going to write what I want to say as well as what I did) feeling, of love, of reason in the world. It's despair that anyone can even contemplate the idea of dropping a bomb or ordering that it should be dropped. It's despair that so few of us care. It's despair that there's so much brutality and callousness in the world. | humanity pacifism violence | John Fowles | |
| 9865899 | I had always believed, and not only out of cynicism, that a man and a woman could tell in the first ten minutes whether they wanted to go to bed together; and that the time that passed after those first ten minutes represented a tax, which might be worth paying if the article promised to be really enjoyable, but which nine times out of ten became rapidly excessive. | sex | John Fowles | |
| 2897393 | He said, one has to learn that painting well - in the academic and technical sense - comes right at the bottom of the list. I mean, you've got that ability. So have thousands. | artists creativity painting skill | John Fowles | |
| fd24729 | Love has no weapons; it has no fists. Love does not bruise, nor does it draw blood. | Pat Conroy | ||
| 72c1d9b | Lost in the stormy kiss, Elizabeth felt her legs gliding down his as he gently lowered her against him until her feet touched the floor. But when his fingers pulled at the ribbon that held her gown in place at her shoulder, she jerked free of his kiss, automatically clamping her hand over his. "What are you doing?" she asked in a quaking whisper. His fingers stilled, and Ian lifted his heavy-lidded gaze to hers. The question took him by sur.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| cfc136d | But if you could just pay her some small attention-or better yet, escort her yourself-it would be ever so helpful, and I would be grateful forever." "Alex, if you were married to anyone but Jordan Townsende, I might consider asking you you'd be willing to express your gratitude. However, since I haven't any real wish to see my life brought to a premature end, I shall refrain from doing so and say instead that your smile is gratitude enoug.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| 4ab6875 | And the day we bargained about the betrothal, and you told me I had something you wanted very badly, what you wanted to do with me...was " "Among other things," he agreed, tenderly brushing his knuckles over her flushed cheek. "If I had known all this," she said with a rueful smile, "I'm certain I would have asked for additional concessions." That startled him-the thought that she would have tried to drive a harder bargain if she'd realize.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| 2c7b3ab | His coach drew up before the Duke of Stanhope's town house, and Ian walked swiftly up the front steps, almost knocking poor Ormsley, who opened the door, off his feet in his haste to get to his grandfather upstairs. A few minutes later he strode back down and into the library, where he flung himself into a chair, his eyes riveted on the clock. Upstairs the household was in an uproar as the duke called for his valet, his butler, and his foot.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| 4532f46 | I think," Nick snarled, "that the stupid bastard isn't smart enough to win a poker hand with a deck of marked cards." | Judith McNaught | ||
| 219c865 | In one of her more philosophical moments, she decided that the reason virginity was so prized for a bride was because early man must have realized that a bride who knew what was in store for her on her wedding night, would not be smiling quite so radiantly when she walked down that aisle! | Judith McNaught | ||
| 42b23e2 | It is my custom to have sherry in the drawing room at eight-thirty and supper at nine. In future, please join me here promptly at eight-thirty, Alexandra." Fire ignited in Alexandra's eyes, but she managed to keep her voice level. "You've already told me where I may sleep, where I may go, who must accompany me, and when I must eat. Would you care to instruct me as to when I may breathe?" | Judith McNaught | ||
| 894b5db | Hmmm," he said, "Lauren Danner.Elizabeth is a beautiful name and so is Lauren. They suit you." Unable to endure the sweet torment of having him flirt with her, Lauren said repressively, "I was named after two maiden aunts.One of them had a squint and the other had warts." Nick ignored that and continued aloud. "Color of eyes,blue." He regarded her over the top of the file, his gray eyes intimate and teasing. "They are definitely blue.A ma.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| 3dd0a62 | Goodbye,Nick," she said, starting to close the door. "And thank you for stopping by." He accepted her decision with a slight inclination of his head, and Lauren made herself finish closing the door. She forced herself to walk away on legs that felt like lead, reminding herself at the same time how insane it would be to let him near her. But halfway across the living room she lost the internal battle. Pivoting on her heel, she raced for the .. | Judith McNaught | ||
| e06fb52 | in the beginning God created light... to read by. | Lorna Landvik | ||
| 40e415a | Know a man's faith, and you knew at least half the man. Know his wife, and you knew the other half. | Philip José Farmer | ||
| 95a7bcb | Do ghosts drink tea? They don't, said Tansey. But this ghost would love to see a cup of tea in front of her. It'd be lovely. | tea | Roddy Doyle | |
| 450ac40 | If you were going to be best friends with anyone - Kevin - you had to hate a lot of other people, the two of you, together. It made you better friends. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| 9873ab4 | She's happier than Nicola. That's probably true. Alcoholics can stop drinking but what is there for the children of alcoholics? Is it always too late? Probably. She doesn't know. | children children-of-alcoholics | Roddy Doyle | |
| 4f70385 | He loved me and he beat me. I loved him and I took it. It's as simple as that, and as stupid and complicated. It's terrible. It's like knowing someone you love is dead but not having the body to prove it. He loved me. I know it. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| 6f18195 | Maybe truth is just like that. You can see it, but only out of the corner of your eye. Adele never demands of him any actual conversation. She seems to understand that she is there to keep time and drown out the alarm of more individuated noises. The clink of a pin drop that can fray his nerves, the grinding of gravel beneath the weight of a man on the street, the spike of a dulled conversation as a couple pass beneath his window over Lange.. | Janna Levin | ||
| 8bb235a | Over time, this unspoken attration continued to blossom, refusing to dwindle or fade, though they had little opportunity to foster or nourish it. Slowly and patiently, Robert's sheer persistence in the chase had revealed his heart, and Charlotte came to realize the nameless thing between them was love. | historical-adventure historical-fiction historical-romance | Emery Lee | |
| e6a7f86 | The whole construct of my universe was a cunning, entangled network of lies. I had to start over again. I knew that. And I had to begin by ceasing to loathe myself for my difference from the rest. | Pat Conroy | ||
| 6cf25fb | I taught Leah how to tell where we were in the Campo by using her sense of smell. The south side was glazed with the smell of slain fish and no amount of water or broom-work could ever eliminate the tincture of ammonia scenting that part of the piazza. The fish had written their names in those stones. But so had the young lambs and the coffee beans and torn arugula and the glistening tiers of citrus and the bread baking that produced a gold.. | Pat Conroy | ||
| b8f98b0 | I lit a cigarette and began puffing on it as I drank one quick beer after another. I was neither a drinker nor a smoker nor a fighter, but I had planned to be all three on this day. | Pat Conroy | ||
| 91911a8 | It all makes more sense when I'm out here alone," he smiled. "I can talk myself into anything." | metacognition | Pat Conroy | |
| 58d7505 | Take the local, take the express, don't get off till you reach success -- Sidney Rosen (Prince Of Tides) | Pat Conroy | ||
| 3782afb | I can forgive almost any crime if a great story is left in its wake. | relationships storytelling | Pat Conroy |