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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8331ef7 | Love makes cowards of us all. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| ac10b01 | No one saw firedrake as he made his escape along the canal. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 71cbfcf | You humans love mirrors. You have to constantly make sure you still have the same face. Nothing scares you more than if someone changes it. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| d69889f | The darkness of the world made no distinctions; it entered its palaces as it did its huts. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 7d7cb1f | Words are immortal -until someone comes along and burns them. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| f997761 | Love is always a prison. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| d009bbb | I think I'll buy you from your father so you can say nice things like that to me three times a day. How much for her, Mo? | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 232d8dc | In 1855, as the price of paper rose, Dr. Deck proposed to dig up 2 1/2 million tons of Egyptian mummies, ship them to New York, unroll them; and use their linen wrappings to make paper. | Nicholson Baker | ||
| 981cf6c | The topography of literature, the fact in fiction,is one of my pleasures -- I mean, where the living road enters the pages of a book, and you are able to stroll along both the real and imagined road. | literature place topography | Paul Theroux | |
| 363f35d | But art should require no instrument but memory. | Paul Theroux | ||
| bab2e33 | The sad engineer would never go back to England; he would become one of these elderly expatriates who hide out in remote countries, with odd sympathies, a weakness for the local religion, an unreasonable anger, and the kind of total recall that drives curious strangers away. | Paul Theroux | ||
| cfd1408 | Reading made me a traveler; travel sent me back to books. | Paul Theroux | ||
| eb9c7fb | Something had happened to him ove the past couple of years, something to do with being home with Aaron, sinking into the rhythm of a kid's day. The little tasks, the small pleasures. The repetition that goes beyond boredom and becomes a kind of peace. You do it long enough, and the adult world starts to drift away. You can't catch up with it, not even if you try. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 3589019 | I'm only human, she told herself. There's not enough room in my heart for everyone. | heart human | Tom Perrotta | |
| 66224a2 | It's like the human race has been programmed for misery. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 736f96e | She told her therapist it reminded her of coming home the summer after her freshman year at Rutgers, stepping back into the warm bath of family and friends, loving it for a week or two, and then feeling trapped, dying to return to school, missing her roommates and her cute new boyfriend, the classes and the parties and the giggly talks before bed, understanding for the first time that was her real life now, that , despite everything she'.. | transitions | Tom Perrotta | |
| 51ea090 | Apparently even the most awful tragedies, and the people they'd ruined, got a little stale after a while. | life news tragedy | Tom Perrotta | |
| 8a09ead | We understood each other on other levels of madness. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ceb9ae9 | He is a believer in life and he wants to go to Heaven but because he loves life so he embraces it so much he thinks he sins and will never see Heaven ... You could have ten thousand cold eyed Materialistic officials claim they love life too but can never embrace it so near sin and also never see Heaven - They will contemn the hot blooded life lover with their cold papers on a desk because they have no blood and therefore have no sin? No! Th.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| c9cc09d | Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sittin there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 8ef160b | Eager for bread and love. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| c07dfcd | I felt like telling Japhy everything I thought but I knew it didn't matter and moreover he knew it anyway and silence is the golden mountain. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 4731099 | There is nowhere to go but everywhere. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 94f898e | And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach and which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the Angels dove off and flew into infinity. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 8882f49 | Love is bitter, death is sweet. | life love poetry | Jack Kerouac | |
| 5ab7dc7 | Texas is undeniable...We were already almost out of America and yet definitely in it and in the middle of where it's maddest. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| b0d4854 | I tried to bring up boyfriends and sex. Her great dark eyes surveyed me with emptiness and a kind of chagrin that reached back generations and generations in her blood from not having done what was crying to be done--whatever it was, and everybody knows what it was. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 6d2e8f0 | I could hear Dean, blissful and blabbering and frantically rocking. Only a guy who's spent five years in jail can go to such maniacal helpless extremes; beseeching at the portals of the soft source, mad with a completely phsycial realization of the origins of life-bliss; blindly seeking to return the way he came | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 98a922c | They put spotlights on me standing there in the road in jeans and workclothes, with the big woeful rucksack a-back, and asked:-"Where are you going?" which is precisely what they asked me a year later under Television floodlights in New York, "Where are you going?"-Just as you cant explain to the police, you cant explain to society "Looking for peace." | peace police religion society | Jack Kerouac | |
| 85bf24c | Where'd you learn to do all these funny things?' he laughed. 'And you know I say funny but there's sumpthin so durned sensible about 'em. Here I am killin myself drivin this rig back and forth from Ohio to L.A. and I make more money than you ever had in your whole life as a hobo, but you're the one who enjoys life and not only that but you do it without workin or a whole lot of money. Now who's smart, you or me?' And he had a nice home in O.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 70aaac2 | zashchoto edinstvenite khora za men sa ludite, onezi, koito sa ludi za zhivot, ludi za razgovori, ludi za spasenie, onezi, koito pozhelavat vsichko navedn'zh, koito nikoga ne se proziavat, nito dr'nkat banalnosti, a goriat, goriat, goriat kato prikazni zh'lti foierverki, razpukvat se sred nebeto, s'shchinski zvezdni paiatsi, a otv'tre bliasva sinkavata svetlina na s'rtsevinata im ... i togava vsichki se st'pisvat: Auuuu! | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 364d311 | I'm the golden eternity in mortal animate form. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| cb0ee27 | Dean: God exists without qualms. As we roll along this way, I am positive beyond doubt that everything will be taken care of for us - that even you, as you drive, fearful of the wheel - the thing will go along of itself and you won't go off the road and I can sleep. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| a7401b1 | Everything was everlastingly loose and responsive, it was all everywhere beyond the truth, beyond emptyspace blue. "The mountains are mighty patient, Buddha-man," I said out loud, and took a drink." | buddha-man mountains | Jack Kerouac | |
| 2348c70 | Bitterness, recriminations, advice, morality, sadness--everything was behind him, and ahead of him was the ragged and ecstatic joy of pure being (195). | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 8d6621c | But let a perpetual smile of peace and satisfaction On your lips Be a symbol of the decision To think happiness (equanimity) Since everything that happens Happens in your head | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 7881578 | I went off with him for no reason. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 84f264c | I was going to grow up to walk in sleet in fields... | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 4805c93 | And since I'm well and on the bum again & aint got nothing else to do, but roam, long-faced, the real America, with my unreal heart, here I am eager and ready. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| dbf1f82 | Somewhere in the vast jewelry of the Long Island night we walked, in wind and rain... | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 9f7b479 | Can I make you happier with powder on my chest? Do you need a thousand movie shows? Sixteen million people to ride the bus with, hit the stop--I shoulda never let you go away from home--" Rich lips brooded in my deaf ear. "The fog'll fall all over you, Jacky, you'll wait in fields--You'll let me die--you wont come save me--I wont even know where your grave is--remember what you were like, where your house, what your life--you'll die without.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 522e61d | I am an appearance The world is an appearance The bread I eat is an appearance All wish't forth from Mind Essence Due to Ignorance-- I don't have to exist I don't exist, I do exist-- Who cares? For the purposes of this world Do nothing Or do everything anyhow. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 763416f | You just wait patiently like you always do in America among those apparently endless policemen and their endless laws against (no laws for) -- but the moment you cross the little wire gate and you're in Mexico, you feel like you just sneaked out of school when you told the teacher you were sick and she told you you could go home, 2 o'clock in the afternoon. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 9f5867a | I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that's why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon. | Jack Kerouac |