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| ab727f0 | Judas became the spokesman of all those who through the centuries would protest the ornamentation of the Christian cult and would feel that, when the best of gold and jewels were given to the God Who made them, there was some slight made to the poor - not because they were interested in the poor, but because they were envious of that wealth. | liberalism money social-gospel socialism | Fulton J. Sheen | |
| d3c87a7 | What is discovered may be abused, but that does not mean the discovery was evil. | evil | Fulton J. Sheen | |
| bae8dd9 | If we use our lives for other purposes than those given by God, not only do we miss happiness, but we actually hurt ourselves and beget in us queer little "kinks"." | Fulton J. Sheen | ||
| a5ec19a | Love is a vicarious principle. A mother suffers for and with her sick child, as a patriot suffers for his country. No wonder that the Son of Man visited this dark, sinful, wretched earth by becoming Man - Christ's unity with the sinful was due to His love! Love burdens itself with the wants and woes and losses and even the wrongs of others. | love the-cross | Fulton J. Sheen | |
| fcbde60 | Yet what moved Our Blessed Lord to invective was not badness but just such self-righteousness as this...He said that the harlots and the Quislings would enter the Kingdom of Heaven before the self-righteous and the smug. Concerning all those who endowed hospitals and libraries and public works, in order to have their names graven in stone before their fellow men, He said, "Amen I say to you, they have received their reward" (Matt. 6:2). The.. | hypocrisy self-righteousness | Fulton J. Sheen | |
| 384f52d | Invece io penso che una cosa che piace molto alla donna e qualcuno che le chieda: come stai? Tutto li. A me quello che manca di piu al mondo e proprio uno che mi chieda come sto. Perche sono sempre io a chiederlo agli altri e a occuparmi del loro benessere. Saro banale, una femminuccia vanitosa, ma mi piacciono anche i complimenti piccoli, tipo, non so: stai bene pettinata cosi o come sei carina oggi. Quelle robe facili, che sembrano sciocc.. | coppia corteggiamento | Luciana Littizzetto | |
| 2bcef3f | Under the seeming disorder of the old city, wherever the old city is working successfully, is a marvelous order for maintaining the safety of the streets and the freedom of the city. It is a complex order. Its essence is intricacy of sidewalk use, bringing with it a constant succession of eyes. This order is all composed of movement and change, and although it is life, not art, we may fancifully call it the art form of the city and liken it.. | Jane Jacobs | ||
| d7f8fb3 | Girls, when I was growing up, my parents used to say to me, 'Tom, finish your dinner--people in China and India are starving.' My advice to you is: Girls, finish your homework--people in China and India are starving for your jobs." And in a flat world, they can have them, because in a flat world there is no such thing as an American job. There is just a job, and in more cases than ever before it will go to the best, smartest, most productiv.. | Thomas L. Friedman | ||
| 628e1f8 | Goods are traded, but services are consumed and produced in the same place. And you cannot export a haircut. But we are coming close to exporting a haircut, the appointment part. What kind of haircut do you want? Which barber do you want? All those things can and will be done by a call center far away. | barber call economics exports goods haircut | Thomas L. Friedman | |
| fa39a91 | Well, that is all the notes and there is not much else in the paper of any importance. I never take much interest in foreign parts. Who's this Archduke man who has been murdered?" "What does it matter to us?" asked Miss Cornelia, unaware of the hideous answer to her question, which destiny was even then preparing. "Someone is always murdering or being murdered in those Balkan States. It's their normal condition and I don't really think that.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 96a7828 | Take a pinch of snuff, doctor, and acknowledge that I have scored over you in your example. | sherlock snuff win | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | |
| 26b5a86 | Why do you and I have to hold these memories?" "It gives us wisdom," The Giver replied." | Lois Lowry | ||
| 0a1952d | and I want you all to remember--that you must not dream yourselves back to the times before the war, but the dream for you all, young and old, must be to create an ideal of human decency, and not a narrow-minded and prejudiced one. That is the great gift our country hungers for, something every little peasant boy can look forward to, and with pleasure feel he is a part of--something he can work and fight for. | Lois Lowry | ||
| b4328a9 | No one else seemed to feel this kind of passionate attachment to other humans. Not to a newchild, not to a spouse, or a coworker, or friend. She had not felt it toward her own parents or brother. But now, toward this wobbly, drooling toddler-- | Lois Lowry | ||
| c2bdce7 | She's sure, absolutely sure, that what she's waiting for will happen, just the way she wants it to; and I'm so uncertain, so fearful my dreams will end up forgotten somewhere, someday, like a piece of string and a paperclip lying in a dish. | forgetting sadness uncertainty | Lois Lowry | |
| 8ea981e | Suddenly Kira knew that although her door was unlocked, she was not really free. | Lois Lowry | ||
| 78344c9 | Sometimes I wish they'd ask for my wisdom more often - there are so many things I could tell them; things I wish they would change. But they don't want change. Life here is so orderly, so predictable - so painless. It's what they've chosen. | Lois Lowry | ||
| 86b5ab4 | They both walked to the center of the room. Jonas put his tunic back on. 'Goodbye, sir,' he said. 'Thank you for my first day.' The old man nodded to him. He looked drained, and a little sad. 'Sir?' Jonas said shyly. 'Yes? Do you have a question?' 'It's just that I don't know your name. I thought you were The Receiver, but you say that now I'm The Receiver. So I don't know what to call you.' The man had sat back down in the comfortable.. | Lois Lowry | ||
| be66623 | Frequently the new ones were damaged. They hobbled on canes or were ill. Sometimes they were disfigured by wounds or simply because they had been born that way. Some were orphans. All of them were welcomed. | Lois Lowry | ||
| 1a4a86c | When would he ever learn to stop saying "Look" to a man who had no eyes?" | Lois Lowry | ||
| acfdd25 | there would be no way for anyone to get caught in the act of wondering, | Lois Lowry | ||
| 755ed73 | That's all that brave means - not thinking about the dangers. Just thinking about what you must do. Of course you were frightened. I was too, today. But you kept your mind on what you had to do. | doing fear thinking | Lois Lowry | |
| 0459b57 | Jonas went and sat beside them while his father untied Lily's hair ribbons and combed her hair. He placed one hand on each of their shoulders. With all of his being he tried to give each of them a piece of the memory: not of the tortured cry of the elephant, of their towering, immense creature and the meticulous touch with which it had tended its friend at the end. But his father had continued to comb Lily's long hair, and Lily, impatient, .. | jonas | Lois Lowry | |
| 4b1db3b | She was the only doctor's wife in Branford, Maine, who hung her wash on an outdoor clothesline instead of putting it through a dryer, because she liked to look out the window and see the clothes blowing in the wind. She had been especially delighted, one day, when one sleeve of the top of her husband's pajamas, prodded by the stiff breeze off the bay, reached over and grabbed her nightgown around the waist. | Lois Lowry | ||
| 87ff898 | And apples were always, always red. | Lois Lowry | ||
| 357ca8d | In the Mongol perspective, challenges choose us, but we choose how to respond. Destiny brings the opportunities and the misfortunes, and the merit of our lives derives from those unplanned moments. | Jack Weatherford | ||
| e5939d6 | The Mongols consumed a steady diet of meat, milk, yogurt, and other dairy products, and they fought men who lived on gruel made from various grains. The grain diet of the peasant warriors stunted their bones, rotted their teeth, and left them weak and prone to disease. In contrast, the poorest Mongol soldier ate mostly protein, thereby giving him strong teeth and bones. | Jack Weatherford | ||
| 874f6bb | Just because something is invisible doesn't mean it isn't there. At any given time, there are a host of invisibles floating among us. There are clairvoyants to see ghosts; but who sees the invisible emotions, the unrecorded events? Who is that sees love, more evanescent than any ghost, let alone can catch it? Who are you tell me that I don't know what love is? | Claire Messud | ||
| b06a0db | When you are the woman upstairs, nobody thinks of you first. Nobody calls you before anyone else, or sends you the first postcard. Once your mother dies, nobody loves you "best of all." It's a small thing, you might think, and maybe it depends on your temperament, maybe for some people it's a small thing, but for me [...]" | Claire Messud | ||
| 62307ea | When you're a girl, you never let on that you are proud, or that you know you're better at history, or biology, or French, than the girl who sits beside you and is eighteen months older. Instead you gush about how good she is at putting on nail polish or at talking to boys, and you roll your eyes at the vaunted difficulty of the history/ biology/ French test and say, "Oh my God, it's going to be such a disaster! I'm so scared!" and you put .. | Claire Messud | ||
| 44946e5 | I was aware of doing only a so-so job on the grown-up career front, but I didn't really care, because there were two big exam questions I wanted to be sure I answered fully: the question of art, and the question of love. | Claire Messud | ||
| 58f2428 | But can I say, now that she is dead, long dead that I only half believed in her. I wanted, I needed her to revolt. I know, revolutions take vast energy like volcanic eruptions. I know. And the sick must husband their resources even as they are resourceful for their husbands. But I couldn't help wanting for her, couldn't help the feeling that she'd given in, that she had measured out with coffee spoons what it was that she might ask of life .. | anger daughters mothers women-s-roles | Claire Messud - The Woman Upstairs | |
| eb6a8d8 | The tea-bag is a vile invention suggestive to my perhaps overly squeamish eye of something a careless person might leave behind unflushed in the lavatory. | John Banville | ||
| 3737119 | And incredulity, that too was a large part of being happy. I mean that euphoric inability fully to believe in one's own simple luck. There I was, suddenly, with a girl in my arms, figuratively, at least, doing the things that grown-ups did, holding her hand, and kissing her in the dark, and, when the picture had ended, standing aside, clearing my throat in grave politeness, to allow her to pass ahead of me under the heavy curtain and throug.. | John Banville | ||
| ef83f19 | We imagine that we remember things as they were, while in fact all we carry into the future are fragments which reconstruct a wholly illusory past. That first death we witness will always be a murmur of voices down a corridor and a clock falling silent in the darkened room, the end of love is forever two spent cigarettes in a saucer and a white door closing. | past reflections | John Banville | |
| 4d312e2 | Although it was autumn and not summer the dark-gold sunlight and the inky shadows, long and slender in the shape of felled cypresses, were the same, and there was the same sense of everything drenched and jewelled and the same ultramarine glitter on the sea. I felt inexplicably lightened; it was as if the evening, in all the drench and drip of its fallacious pathos, had temporarily taken over from me the burden of grieving. | mourning vivid weather | John Banville | |
| a68ae4c | I once overheard a young white man at a book festival say to his friend, "Have you read the new Kureishi? Same old thing--loads of Indian people." To which you want to reply, "Have you read the new Franzen? Same old thing--loads of white people." -- | Zadie Smith | ||
| 1426cd2 | It seems to me," said Magid finally, as the moon became clearer than the sun, "that you have tried to love a man as if he were an island and you were shipwrecked and you could mark the land with an X. It seems to me it is too late in the day for all that." | Zadie Smith | ||
| b172276 | Blimey, thought Kelvin, what an eye-to-face ratio. When you want to say something delicate, you don't want that eye-to-face ration staring up at you. Big eyes, like a child's or a baby seal's; the physiognomy of innocence--looking at Archie Jones is like looking at something that expects to be clubbed round the head any second. | Zadie Smith | ||
| a147844 | I got something to tell you," said Keisha Blake, disguising her voice with her voice." | Zadie Smith | ||
| 6eae09e | But he had underestimated the strangeness of talking about the future of his life with someone for whom the future still seemed unbounded: a pleasure palace of choices, with infinite doors, in which only a fool would spend his time trapped in one room. | Zadie Smith | ||
| ba68e8c | It's still easier to find the correct Hoover bag than to find one pure person, one pure faith, on the globe. | pure | Zadie Smith | |
| ed758ee | There are so many different ways to be poor, | Zadie Smith | ||
| 09b1f69 | My phone buzzed so frequently it seemed to have an animal life of its own. | Zadie Smith |