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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d34697f | Perhaps, after all, Susy reflected, it was the world she was meant for, since the other, the brief Paradise of her dreams, had already shut its golden doors upon her. | Edith Wharton | ||
| d668bcf | Was it love, she wondered, or a mere fortuitous combination of happy thoughts and sensations? | Edith Wharton | ||
| 8530773 | Her soul opened slowly and timidly to her kind, but her imagination rushed out to the beauties of the visible world; and the decaying majesty of Allfriars moved her strangely. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 96c800c | She lay for a long time listening to the mysterious sounds given forth by old houses at night, the undefinable creakings, rustlings, and sighings, which would have frightened Virginia had she remained awake, but which sounded to Nan like the long murmur of the past breaking on the shores of a sleeping world. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 8bad670 | Because you're such a wonderful spectacle: I always like to see what you are doing. | Edith Wharton | ||
| e52a40e | they who exchange their independence for the sweet name of Wife must be prepared to find all is not gold that glitters... ...Es gibi tatli bir kelime karsiliginda ozgurluklerinden vazgecenler, parlayan her seyin altin olmadigini gormeye hazirlikli olmalidirlar... | bunner evelina exchange glitters gold independence letter marriage ramy sisters wife | Edith Wharton | |
| 97ce713 | You see, Monsieur, it's worth everything, isn't it, to keep one's intellectual liberty, not to enslave one's powers of appreciation, one's critical independence? It was because of that that I abandoned journalism, and took to so much duller work: tutoring and private secretaryship. There is a good deal of drudgery, of course; but one preserves one's moral freedom, what we call in French one's quant a soi. And when one hears good talk one ca.. | journalism liberty | Edith Wharton | |
| eadf2a8 | women never learn to dispense with the sentimental motive in their judgments of men. | Edith Wharton | ||
| a5dfb02 | Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats. | nature summer summer-nights the-house-of-mirth | Edith Wharton | |
| 46a5456 | Archer had reverted to all his old inherited ideas about marriage. It was less trouble to conform with the tradition and treat May exactly as all his friends treated their wives than to try to put into practice the theories with which his untrammelled bachelorhood had dallied. | marriage tradition | Edith Wharton | |
| bff31fd | his marriage becoming what most of the other marriages about him were: a dull association of material and social interests held together by ignorance on the one side and hypocrisy on the other. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 467d345 | Some men," Flamel irresistibly added, "think of books merely as tools, others as tooling. I'm between the two; there are days when I use them as scenery, other days when I want them as society; so that, as you see, my library represents a makeshift compromise between looks and brains, and the collectors look down on me almost as much as the students." | Edith Wharton | ||
| d474dd0 | she always paid for her rare indiscretions by a violent reaction of prudence. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 46d8867 | I had written short stories that were thought worthy of preservation! Was it the same insignificant I that I had always known? Any one walking along the streets might go into any bookshop, and say: 'Please give me Edith Wharton's book'; and the clerk, without bursting into incredulous laughter, would produce it, and be paid for it, and the purchaser would walk home with it and read it, and talk of it, and pass it on to other people to read! | Edith Wharton | ||
| ab86851 | There were in her at the moment two beings, one drawing deep breaths of freedom and exhilaration, the other gasping for air in a little black prison-house of fears. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 47ccfe5 | Who can save a child from a burning house without taking the risk of being hurt by the flames? Who can listen to a story of loneliness and despair without taking the risk of experiencing similar pains in his own heart and even losing his precious peace of mind? In short: "Who can take away suffering without entering it?" | henri-nouwen wounded-healer | Henri J.M. Nouwen | |
| 0cb91a1 | There is something beautiful about shyness, even though in our culture shyness is not considered a virtue. On the contrary, we are encouraged to be direct, look people straight in the eyes, tell them what is on our minds, and share our stories without a blush. But this unflinching soul-baring, confessional attitude quickly becomes boring. It is like trees without shadows. Shy people have long shadows, where they keep much of their beauty hi.. | Henri J.M. Nouwen | ||
| 78507dc | Frodo: Sam! Wood-Elves! They're going to the harbour beyond the White Towers. To the Grey Havens | frodo-baggins grey-havens j-r-r-tolkien samwise-gamgee the-lord-of-the-rings wood-elves | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| d1dedf2 | I wish none of this had happened. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 3a69f7a | I heard of that bloodthirsty old murderer Josef Stalin inviting all nations to join a happy family of folks devoted to the abolition of tyranny and intolerance! | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| f14bc2a | Its strength, Boromir, is too great for anyone to wield at will, save only those who have already a great power of their own. But for them it holds an even deadlier peril. The very desire of it corrupts the heart. Consider Saruman. If any of the Wise should with this Ring overthrow the Lord of Mordor, using his own arts, he would then set himself on Sauron's throne, and yet another Dark Lord would appear. And that is another reason why the .. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 7c1b501 | Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it. The thieves, the thieves, the filthy little thieves. Where are they with my Precious? Curse them! We hates them. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 41482fa | Among those who still have enough wisdom not to think fairy-stories are pernicious, the common opinion seems to be that there is a natural connection between the minds of children and fairy-stories, of the same order as the connection between children's bodies and milk. I think this is an error; at best an error of false sentiment, and one that is therefore most often made by those who, for whatever private reason (such as childlessness), t.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| d878df9 | Moon-letters are rune-letters, but you cannot see them. | elrond j-r-r-tolkien the-hobbit | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 73b8311 | As you go down the water,' he said, 'you will find that the trees will fail, and you will come to a barren country. There the River flows in stony vales amid high moors, until at last after many leagues it comes to the tall island of the Tindrock, that we call Tol Brandir. There it casts its arms about the steep shores of the isle, and falls then with a great noise and smoke over the cataracts of Rauros down into the Nindalf, the Wetwang as.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 2d781c2 | But he desired rather to subdue to his will both Elves and Men, envying the gifts with which Iluvatar promised to endow them; and he wished himself to have subjects and servants, and to be called Lord, and to be a master over other wills. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 1f444d6 | For the rest, they shall represent the other Free Peoples of the World: Elves, Dwarves, and Men, Legolas shall be for the Elves; and Gimli son of Gloin for the Dwarves. They are willing to go at least to the passes of the Mountains, and maybe beyond. For Men you shall have Aragorn son of Arathorn, for the Ring of Isildur concerns him closely | arathorn dwarves free-people-of-the-world gimli gloin isildur j-r-r-tolkien legolas men the-fellowship-of-the-rings the-lord-of-the-rings | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| cbb56c7 | The two things that came out clearly were the sense of reality in the background and the mythical value: the essence of myth being that it should have no taint of allegory to the maker and yet should | lord-of-the-rings myth | C.S. Lewis | |
| 5373a81 | Chip the glasses and crack the plates! Blunt the knives and bend the forks! That's what Bilbo Baggins hates- Smash the bottles and burn the corks! Cut the cloth and tread on the fat! Pour the milk on the pantry floor! Leave the bones on the bedroom mat! Splash the wine on every door! Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl; Pound them up with a thumping pole; And when you've finished, if any are whole, Send them down the h.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| cc00697 | Valour needs first strength, then a weapon. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 9dd6e2d | Do I hope in vain that you have been sent to me for a help in doubt and need? | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 8fd6783 | Entre las historias de dolor y de ruina que nos llegaron de la oscuridad de aquel entonces, hay sin embargo algunas en las que en medio del llanto resplandece la alegria, y a la sombra de la muerte hay una luz que resiste... | simarillion tolkien | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| a152ebe | This was the first of the sorrows of Turin. | sorrows | Tolkien J. R. R. | |
| 1c888f8 | Merry smiled. 'Well then,' he said, 'if Strider will provide what is needed, I will smoke and think. I had some of Saruman's best in my pack, but what became of it in the battle, I am sure I don't know.' 'Master Meriadoc,' said Aragorn, 'if you think that I have passed through the mountains and the realm of Gondor with fire and sword to bring herbs to a careless soldier who throws away his gear, you are mistaken. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 1e90f7a | Hush! Take no notice!" - Gandalf" | J.R.R. Tolkien (Author) | ||
| 74baeb7 | in her hand she held a harp, and she sang. Sad and sweet was the sound of her voice in the cool clear air. | j-r-r-tolkien | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 4f88353 | Saruman rose to his feet, and stared at Frodo. There was a strange look in his eyes of mingled wonder and respect and hatred. 'You have grown, Halfling,' he said. 'Yes, you have grown very much. You are wise, and cruel. you have robbed my revenge of sweetness, and now I must go hence in bitterness, in debt to your mercy. I hate it and you! Well, I go and I will trouble you no more. But do not expect me to wish you health and long life. You .. | j-r-r-tolkien sam saruman the-lord-of-the-rings the-return-of-the-king | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 912b227 | In the evening they went to say good-bye to Bilbo. 'Well, if you must go, you must,' he said. 'I am sorry. I shall miss you. It is nice just to know that you are about the place. But I am getting very sleepy.' Then he gave Frodo his mithril-coat and Sting, forgetting that he had already done so; and he gave him also three books of lore that he had made at various times, written in his spidery hand, and labelled on their red backs: | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| d14ea53 | A mortal, Frodo, who keeps one of the Great Rings, does not die, but he does not grow or obtain more life, he merely continues, until at last every minute is a weariness. And if he often uses the Ring to make himself invisible, he fades: he becomes in the end invisible permanently, and walks in the twilight under the eye of the Dark Power that rules the Rings. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 27493df | Then the enchantment became more and more dreamlike, until he felt that an endless river of swelling gold and silver was flowing over him, too multitudinous for its pattern to be comprehended; it became part of the throbbing air about him, and it drenched and drowned him. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| d794aaf | Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door after breakfast smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes (neatly brushed)--Gandalf came by. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 0736342 | Thus came Aragorn son of Arathorn, Elessar, Isildur's heir, out of the Paths of the Dead, borne upon a wind from the sea to the kingdom of Gondor. | fantasy king lotr middle-earth victory war | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| b11d6e4 | Tom's words laid bare the hearts of the trees and their thoughts, which were often dark and strange, filled with a hatred of things that go free upon the earth, gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning: destroyers and usurpers. It was not called the Old Forest without reason, for it was indeed ancient, a survivor of vast forgotten woods; and in it there lived yet, ageing no quicker than the hills, the fathers of the fathers of trees, rem.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 480f1ab | Es ist eine gefahrliche Sache, aus deiner Tur hinaus zu gehen. Du betrittst die Strasse und wenn du nicht auf deine Fusse aufpasst, kann man nicht wissen, wohin sie dich tragen. | J.R.R. Tolkien |