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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3b6b3bd | Anything I've ever tried to keep by force I've lost. | Marie Howe | ||
| c0401a4 | Olivia," he sighed as he held her tight against him. "I like the way you leap." For once her laughter was free and easy. "And I like the way you catch me when I land." | marie-force romance | Marie Force | |
| b1145c4 | We make a pretty good team, huh?" "The best. In fact, I was planning to do this when we got back to the Fairmont, but suddenly I don't want to wait." "For what?" Reaching into the pocket of his black pinstripe suit coat, he retrieved a huge square-cut diamond ring and slid it onto her left hand. "What do you say we make this partnership official?" Tears flooded her eyes. "Do you promise to love me forever?" His blue eyes went dark with desi.. | marie-force romance | Marie Force | |
| 8b7382d | The arrow increased without motion, then in a quick swirl the trout lipped a fly beneath the surface with that sort of gigantic delicacy of an elephant picking up a peanut. | William Faulkner | ||
| 07d1ac6 | I will never lie again. | William Faulkner | ||
| d0d26d6 | I notice how it takes a lazy man, a man that hates moving, to get set on moving once he does get started off, the same as he was set on staying still, like it aint the moving he hates so much as the starting and the stopping. | William Faulkner | ||
| a6d6ed5 | It's like there was a fellow in every man that's done a-past the sanity or the insanity, that watches the sane and the insane doings of that man with the same horror and the same astonishment. | insanity sanity self-awareness | William Faulkner | |
| d0575e9 | About women? When I say soldiers I don't mean me. I wasn't no soldier anymore than a man that fixes watches is a watchmaker. And when I say women I don't mean you. | William Faulkner | ||
| c9a8f14 | Ladies and gentlemen, I feel that this award was not made to me as a man, but to my work - a life's work in the agony and sweat of the human spirit, not for glory and least of all for profit, but to create out of the materials of the human spirit something which did not exist before. So this award is only mine in trust. It will not be difficult to find a dedication for the money part of it commensurate with the purpose and significance of i.. | William Faulkner | ||
| 193b81c | It is the man who all his life has been self-convicted of veracity whose lies find quickest credence. | William Faulkner | ||
| df2bac7 | I heard that my mother is dead. I wish I had time to let her die. I wish I had time to wish I had. It is because in the wild and outraged earth too soon too soon too soon. It's not that I wouldn't and will not it's that it is too soon too soon too soon. | William Faulkner | ||
| a57adb2 | But my mother is a fish. Vernon seen it. He was there. "Jewel's mother is a horse," Darl said. "Then mine can be a fish, can't it, Darl? I said. Jewel is my brother. "Then mine will have to be a horse, too," I said. "Why? Darl said. "If pa is your pa, why does your ma have to be a horse just because Jewel's is?" "Why does it? I said. "Why does it, Darl?" Darl is my brother. "Then what is your ma, Darl?" I said. "I haven't got ere one," Darl.. | William Faulkner | ||
| 69eae72 | I can't do nothing. Just put it off. And that don't do no good. I reckon it belong to me. I reckon what I going to get ain't no more than mine. | William Faulkner | ||
| 5110670 | like old married people who no longer have anything in common, to do or to talk about, save the same general weight of air to displace and breathe and general oblivious biding earth to bear their weight... | William Faulkner | ||
| edc38cc | She has no mother because fatherblood hates with love and pride, but motherblood with hate loves and cohabits. | William Faulkner | ||
| ffe2a6b | Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar. Man the sum of his climatic experiences Father said. Man the sum of what have you. A problem in impure properties carried tediously to an unvarying nil: stalemate of dust and desire. | dust human-life man | William Faulkner | |
| 649aa11 | Sometimes I ain't sho who's got ere a right to say when a man is crazy and when he ain't. Sometimes I think it ain't none of us pure crazy and ain't none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way. It's like it ain't so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it. [...] That's how I reckon a man is crazy. That's how he can't see eye to eye with other folks. And I reckon.. | William Faulkner | ||
| 38cbd73 | I am the chosen of the Lord, for who He loveth, so doeth He chastiseth. But I be durn if He dont take some curious ways to show it, seems like. | god suffering | William Faulkner | |
| 72ca69e | A gull on an invisible wire attached through space dragged. You carry the symbol of your frustration into eternity. Then the wings are bigger Father said only who can play a harp. | William Faulkner | ||
| 1960181 | He turned the pages in steady progression, though now and then he would seem to linger upon one page, one line, perhaps one word. He would not look up then. He would not move, apparently arrested and held immobile by a single word which had perhaps not yet impacted, his whole being suspended by the single trivial combination of letters in quiet and sunny space, so that hanging motionless and without physical weight he seemed to watch the sl.. | William Faulkner | ||
| 8fe5459 | Mas alla del crepusculo sentia el agua, la olia. Cuando la primavera florecia y llovia se olia por todas partes no se notaba tanto otras veces pero cuando llovia el olor comenzaba a entrar en casa con el crepusculo o porque al atardecer se intensificase la lluvia o por algo que hubiera en la propia luz pero entonces era cuando el olor se tornaba mas intenso hasta que ya en la cama yo pensaba cuando acabara cuando acabara. La corriente de ai.. | William Faulkner | ||
| cffb399 | probably by that time he had learned that there were three things and no more: breathing, pleasure, darkness; and without money there could be no pleasure, and without pleasure it would not even be breathing but mere protoplasmic inhale and collapse of blind unorganism in a darkness where light never began. | William Faulkner | ||
| 67fea49 | Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean. | relationships women words | William Faulkner | |
| 555505e | Sex and death: the front door and the back door of the world. | door sex | William Faulkner | |
| 9b81c15 | Tell um de good Lawd dont keer whether he bright er not. Dont nobody but white trash keer dat. | William Faulkner | ||
| 59faa4b | They killed us, but they ain't whooped us yet. | William Faulkner | ||
| 825132f | sometimes i lose faith in human nature for a time; i am assailed by doubt. | William Faulkner | ||
| f18118f | When I was fifteen, a companion and I, on a dare, went into the mound one day just at sunset. We saw some of those Indians for the first time; we got directions from them and reached the top of the mound just as the sun set. We had camping equiptment with us, but we made no fire. We didn't even make down our beds. We just sat side by side on that mound until it became light enough to find our way back to the road. We didn't talk. When we lo.. | fear indians mound native-americans superstition | William Faulkner | |
| 7cbe311 | I dont know what I am. I dont know if I am or not. | William Faulkner | ||
| 4602543 | Don't set goals for yourself that are too high to reach. Be gentle with yourself. You are trying to follow your own breathing continuously and without a break. That sounds easy enough, so you will have a tendency at the outset to push yourself to be scrupulous and exacting. This is unrealistic. Take time in small units instead. | Bhante Henepola Gunaratana | ||
| 30e829d | And which devil do you prefer? Dante's?" "No. Much too terrifying. Too medieval for my taste." "Mephistopheles?" "Not him, either. He's too pleased with himself. Too much a trickster, like a crooked lawyer ... Anyway, I never trust people who smile a lot." "What about the one in The Karamazovs?" "Petty. A civil servant with dirty nails. I suppose the devil I prefer is Milton's fallen angel." | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 1ea7427 | No le tolero eso. --Pues revise usted, si es tan amable, sus limites de tolerancia. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| e14f606 | Her lack of confidence in life, in realization, in the fulfillment of her desires, in the outcome of a dream, in the possibility of reality corresponding to her fantasy, speeded her bicycle with the incredible speed of anxiety, a speed beyond the human body, beyond human endurance. She arrived before him. Her fear was justified! She could not measure what the anxiety had done to her speed, the acceleration which had broken the equality of .. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| 04ec839 | Laughter and tears are not separate experiences, with intervals of rest: they rush out together and it is like walking with a sword between your legs. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| 226999d | A long time ago," said Michael, "I decided never to fall in love again. I have made of desire an anonymous activity." "But not to feel...not to love...is like dying within life, Michael." | Anaïs Nin | ||
| 8936ab2 | Die Vergangenheit war wie jene altmodischen, mit Krautern und Blumen gefullten Duftkissen, deren Aroma die Kleider durchdringt und an ihnen haften bleibt. | past | Anaïs Nin | |
| 8093426 | I feel so many things growing--my individuality, my confidence; I feel lines of my character growing stronger. I'm really sprouting, springing up, with mixed feelings of tenderness and bitterness, faith and disillusion, hardness and softness. I have never felt so clearly that my Self is -- obscurely and stubbornly self-made. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| cdc9caf | I walked into a white city. It was a honeycomb of ivory-white cells, streets like ribbons of old ermine. The stone and mortar were mixed with sunlight, with musk and white cotton. I passed by streets of peace lying entangled like cotton spools... | Anaïs Nin | ||
| 80ac058 | I always have difficulty with people who are not openly warm, expressive. I need a certain sign, a certain invitation. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| 79fe6bc | I awoke at dawn, thrown up on a rock, the skeleton of a ship choked in its own sails. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| d3e5627 | Whereas by desiring someone who would not desire her, she could allow this fire to burn and feel: how alive I am! I am capable of desire. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| e72a684 | saw him as a saint. His attitude silenced me. From that moment on, if he had been brought back to me dead on a stretcher, I would not have cared. He cannot hurt me any more. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| aa1d96b | No moment of charm is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows, growths, and efforts. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| a75751c | Good things happen to those who hustle." --ANAIS NIN" | Chris Guillebeau |