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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1492f46 | Labeling a child's mind as diseased--whether with autism, intellectual disabilities, or transgenderism--may reflect the discomfort that mind gives parents more than any discomfort it causes their child. Much gets corrected that might better have been left alone. | andrew solomon | ||
| 2b3d8c1 | Anyone who thought this would be a weak point in the manor's defenses would have a rude surprise, shortly before coming down with a serious case of death. | humor | Mercedes Lackey | |
| 0bb1085 | Among the dragons, the prohibition against asking direct questions did not exist, and-as Harrier discovered immediately-dragons were even more outrageous gossips than sailors. | dragons gossip humor jamese-mallory location-6262 mercedes-lackey page-344 the-phoenix-unchained | Mercedes Lackey | |
| d52429a | You are eccentric when you have enough money to not be considered crazy, | Mercedes Lackey | ||
| 2af90ce | Peri went to the window, gesturing out at the dragons, perched and flying, everywhere. "Safe, true, but how boring! How confining! How sad! How could that compare with this? And what is safe? You were not safe on your little farm. War came to you and took all your safety away! If I am to be in this world, I want more than to be a hound upon the game board, tucked away in a corner until the jackals come and sweep all away!" | freedom safety | Mercedes Lackey | |
| 698f02a | In his experience, true leaders seldom had or needed flamboyant titles. | Mercedes Lackey | ||
| e90bf71 | So her safe little world would never be safe again... She knew that the nurturing hand also held the knife, and that was very unsettling. | safety | Mercedes Lackey | |
| 2ab9584 | I don't know what to say to this Clare who is old and young and different from other girls, who knows that different might be hard. | Audrey Niffenegger | ||
| 50709f5 | He saw things he had no words for. | Audrey Niffenegger | ||
| bd81523 | Varbut es tevi izsapnoju. Varbut tu izsapno mani; varbut mes eksistejam tikai viens otra sapnos un katru ritu, kad pamostamies, viens otru aizmirstam. | Audrey Niffenegger | ||
| 8256111 | Why is love intensified by absence? Long ago, men went to sea and women wait for them, standing on the edge of the water, standing in the horizon for the tiny ship. | Audrey Niffenegger | ||
| 5e0c17b | It's hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he's okay. It's hard to be the one who stays behind. | Audrey Niffenegger | ||
| f4d89f4 | Alba, it's okay,' Clare says softly. She looks at me. 'Say the poem about lovers on the carpet.' I blank, and then I remember. I feel self-conscious reciting Rilke in front of all these people, and so I begin: 'Engel!: Es ware ein Platz, den wir nicht wissen-' 'Say it in English,' Clare interrupts. 'Sorry. | Audrey Niffenegger | ||
| 3bf97ed | And so the twins had remained virgins. Julia and Valentina watched all of their high school and college friends disappear one by one into the adult world of sex, until they were the only people they knew who lingered in the world of the uninitiated. "What was it like?" they asked each friend. The answers were vague. Sex was a private joke: you had to be there." | private-jokes sex twins virginity | Audrey Niffenegger | |
| d171962 | He grabbed her and pulled her against him. "I've missed you," he said right before he kissed her." | Susan Mallery | ||
| 8e48617 | She hesitated before opening the envelope, telling herself there was nothing he could say that would change anything. But she opened it anyway and read the note. "I'm not very good at this. I'm sorry." | Susan Mallery | ||
| b97558f | Love is very real and it's dangerous. People do crazy things in the name of love. Bad things. Love is powerful and shouldn't be played with. | love love-quotes | Susan Mallery | |
| 8237e04 | The worst part is the unknown. The pain of being alone, the loneliness, is familiar. You've dealt with that. You understand it. But loving someone, risking everything, is unknown. There's no way to know how bad it's going to be. You barely survive the pain of being alone, so how can you deal with anything worse? So you don't bother to try. | love | Susan Mallery | |
| d3f9238 | He knew he could force the issue. Be blunt. But in getting his way, he would have to watch the bright light go out of her eyes. He would see her slim shoulders slump and know he was the cause. Damn it all to hell, he didn't think he could stand that. Yet another testament to how bad he had it for her. Women, he thought with a sigh. What had God been thinking? | Susan Mallery | ||
| 840d16f | I'm like those placid dogs a family buys when the dog they choose first is too high strung. I'm the pet's pet. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 3eb4c6b | Career now....Men, whenever. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 5ef971a | Better to keep trying until you find something that makes you happy rather than choose something now and hate your job for the next twenty years | Susan Mallery | ||
| 6843ed2 | There was a grand piano, too, and Charles was playing, a glass of whiskey on the seat beside him. He was a little drunk; the Chopin was slurred and fluid, the notes melting sleepily into one another. A breeze stirred the heavy, moth-eaten velvet curtains, ruffling his hair. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 6c280f2 | I loved her every minute of every day, heart and mind and soul and all of it, and it was getting late and I wanted the place never to close, never. | Donna Tartt | ||
| a4b3421 | She was as cool as dammit. | Donna Tartt | ||
| a5358c5 | It's commonplace to say that we 'love' a book, but when we say it, we mean all sorts of things. Sometimes we mean that a book was important to us in out youth, though we haven't picked it up in years; sometimes what we 'love' is an impressionistic idea glimpsed from afar (Combray...madeleins...Tante Leonie...) as apposed to the experience of wallowing and plowing through an actual text, and all too often people claim to love books they have.. | books love love-books | Donna Tartt | |
| d73ac15 | S]he came up suddenly beside me so I saw her reflection in a mirror. At the sight of her I was paralyzed with happiness; ... [S]he was smiling at me, ... not a dream but a presence that filled the whole room ... I knew I couldn't turn around, that to look at her directly was to violate the laws of her world and mine; ... our eyes met in the glass for a long moment; but just as she seemed about to speak ... -- a vapor rolled between us and I.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| a7b2dbb | IN THE NIGHT, I woke up wailing. The worst thing about the explosion was how I carried it in my body--the heat, the bone-jar and slam of it. In my dreams, there was always a light way out and a dark way out. I had to go the dark way, because the bright way was hot and flickering with fire. But the dark way was where the bodies were. | Donna Tartt | ||
| f95d358 | At any rate, this was the weekend that things started to change, that the dark gaps between the street lamps begin to grow smaller and smaller, and farther apart, the first sign that one's train is approaching familiar territory, and will soon be passing through the well-known, well-lighted streets of town. The house was their trump card, their fondest treasure, and that weekend they revealed it to me slyly, by degrees - the dizzy little tu.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 02410ea | I've been thinking a lot about what Hobie said: about those images that strike the heart and set it blooming like a flower, images that open up some much, much larger beauty that you can spend your whole life looking for and never find. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 36b4051 | Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things-- naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror-- are too terrible to really ever grasp at all. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 8822170 | The more cultivated a person is, the more intelligent, the more repressed, then the more he needs some method of channeling the primitive impulses he's worked so hard to subdue. Otherwise those powerful old forces will mass and strengthen until they are violent enough to break free, more violent for the delay, often strong enough to sweep the will away entirely. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 579d111 | I mean, this man was not /Voltaire/ we killed. | humor | Donna Tartt | |
| 32ce962 | WHEN I WAS A boy, after my mother died, I always tried hard to hold her in my mind as I was falling asleep so maybe I'd dream of her, only I never did. Or, rather, I dreamed of her constantly, only as absence, not presence: a breeze blowing through a just-vacated house, her handwriting on a notepad, the smell of her perfume, streets in strange lost towns where I knew she'd been walking only a moment before but had just vanished, a shadow mo.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| e74a0bc | It has always been hard for me to talk about Julian without romanticizing him. In many ways, I loved him the most of all; and it is with him that I am most tempted to embroider, to flatter, to basically reinvent. I think that is because Julian himself was constantly in the process of reinventing the people and events around him, conferring kindness, or wisdom, or bravery, or charm, on actions which contained nothing of the sort. It was one .. | Donna Tartt | ||
| cb7e69d | But walking through it all was one thing; walking away, unfortunately, has proved to be quite another, and though once I thought I had left that ravine forever on an April afternoon long ago, now I am not so sure. Now the searchers have departed, and life has grown quiet around me, I have come to realize that while for years I might have imagined myself to be somewhere else, in reality I have been there all the time: up at the top by the mu.. | donna-tartt haunted memory prologue the-secret-history trapped | Donna Tartt | |
| ccc0fce | Well - think about this. What if all your actions and choices, good or bad, made no difference to God? What if the pattern is pre-set? No no - hang on - this is a question worth struggling with. What if our badness and mistakes are the very thing that set our fate and bring us round to good? What if, for some of us, we can't get there any other way? | Donna Tartt | ||
| 0a8a220 | Asparagus is in season. | murder the-secret-history | Donna Tartt | |
| aeabba2 | How could the apartment have seemed so permanent and solid-looking when it was only a stage set, waiting to be struck and carried away by movers in uniform? | Donna Tartt | ||
| 3c5dc38 | Mais, vrai, J'ai trop pleure! Les aubes sont navrantes. What a sad and beautiful line that is. I'd always hoped that someday I'd be able to use it. | madness sanity suicide-note the-secret-history | Donna Tartt | |
| 188ccb8 | T]hough the darkness sometimes lifted just enough so I could construe my surroundings, familiar shapes solidifying like bedroom furniture at dawn, my relief was never more than temporary because somehow the full morning never came, things always went black before I could orient myself and there I was again with ink poured in my eyes, guttering around in the dark. | Donna Tartt | ||
| d960a81 | What if you had never seen the sea before? What if the only thing you'd ever seen was a child's picture - blue crayon, choppy waves? Would you know the real sea if you only knew the picture? Would you be able to recognize the real thing even if you saw it? You don't know what Dionysus looks like. We're talking about God here. God is serious business. | Donna Tartt | ||
| c1ece30 | Well, the Dutch invented the microscope," she said. "They were jewelers, grinders of lenses. They want it all as detailed as possible because even the tiniest things mean something." | Donna Tartt | ||
| 3720c5c | An object--any object--was worth whatever you could get somebody to pay for it. | Donna Tartt |