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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| af5295a | Here's a salute to a long good life: goodness that outlives the grave. love that outlasts the final breath. May you live your life in such a way that your death is just the beginning of your life. | Max Lucado | ||
| f3d468a | God is whispering to you. Those are his arms you feel. Trust him. That is his voice you hear. Believe him. | Max Lucado | ||
| c346c58 | But prayer isn't asking God to do what we want. Prayer is asking God to what is right. | Max Lucado | ||
| 4ae80cf | A person is worth something simply because he is a person. | Max Lucado | ||
| f77b780 | Next time a sunrise steals your breath or a meadow of flowers leave you speechless, remain that way. Say nothing and listen as Heaven | Max Lucado | ||
| 600732f | I believe in brevity. I believe that you, the reader, entrust me, the writer, with your most valued commodity--your time. I shouldn't take more than my share. For that reason, I love the short sentence. Big-time game it is. Hiding in the jungle of circular construction and six-syllable canyons. As I write, I hunt. And when I find, I shoot. Then I drag the treasure out of the trees and marvel. Not all of my prey make their way into chapters... | Max Lucado | ||
| 1d190ae | Need unchanging truth to trust? Try God's. His truth never wavers | Max Lucado | ||
| 19e2ef8 | Want to see the size of my love?" he invites. "Ascend the winding path outside Jerusalem. Follow the dots of bloody dirt until you crest the hill. Before looking up, pause and hear me whisper, "This is how much i love you." | Max Lucado | ||
| d2e31b3 | God never promises to remove us from our struggles. He does promise, however, to change the way we look at them. | Max Lucado | ||
| 5f2abf2 | He looked at me with his eyes shining--yes, shining. The boy's eyes could shine. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 11111ae | If I'd wanted this place to fill up with every fat Irish rose that passes by, I'd've said so. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 13f3393 | I knew her like a book. I really did. I mean, besides checkers, she was quite fond of all athletic sports, and after I got to know her, the whole summer long we played tennis together almost every morning and golf almost every afternoon. I really got to know her quite intimately. I don't mean it was anything physical or anything--it wasn't--but we saw each other all the time. You don't always have to get too sexy to get to know a girl. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 8eb00bc | I never saw such a bunch of apple-eaters. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| e4bd934 | I knew a lot of guys at Pencey I thought were a lot handsomer than Stradlater, but they wouldn't look handsome if you saw their pictures in the Year Book. They'd look like they had big noses or their ears stuck out. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| a6c020b | God bless ladies with costly, tasteful clothes and touching, dirty fingernails that champion gifted, foreign poets and decorate the library in beautiful, melancholy fashion! My God, this universe is nothing to snicker at! | love woman | J.D. Salinger | |
| c26e5b3 | I think it should be done over, Buddy. ...Please make peace with your wit. It's not going to go away, Buddy. To dump it on your own advice would be as bad and unnatural as dumping your adjectives and your adverbs because Prof. B. wants you to. What does he know about it? What do you really know about your own wit? I've been sitting here tearing up notes to you. I keep starting to say things like 'This one is wonderfully constructed,' and 'T.. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 91ce61f | In the first place, I hate actors. They never act like people. They just think they do. | J D Salinger | ||
| 31bc67b | The's what nearly drove me crazy. All the visitors could get in their cars and turn on their radios and all and then go someplace nice for dinner-- everybody except Allie. I couldn't stand it. I know it's only his body and all that's in the cemetery, and his soul's in Heaven and all that crap, but I couldn't stand it anyway. I just wish he wasn't there. You didn't know him. If you'd known him, you'd know what I mean. It's not too bad when t.. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| f650fab | The room was not impressively large, even by Manhattan apartment-house standards, but its accumulated furnishings might have lent a snug appearance to a banquet hall in Valhalla. | description | J.D. Salinger | |
| a011607 | her self-imposed sentence of unadulterated good-listenership had been fully served. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 1fb42e0 | I don't care if it's a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I'm leaving it. If you don't, you feel even worse. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 51005e3 | Oh how nice!" the lady said. But not corny. She was just nice & all. "I must tell Ernest we met," she said. "May I ask your name, dear?" "Rudolf Schmidt," I told her. I didn't feel like giving her my whole life history. Rudolf Schmidt was the name of the janitor of our dorm." | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 952d29d | While he was doing it, I went over to my window and opened it and packed a snowball with my bare hands. The snow was very good for packing. I didn't throw it at anything, though. I started to throw it. At a car that was parked across the street. But I changed my mind. The car looked so nice and white. Then I started to throw it at a hydrant, but that looked too nice and white, too. Finally I didn't throw it at anything. All I did was close .. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 2ab72bd | Where I lived at Pencey, I lived in the Ossenburger Memorial Wing of the new dorms. It was only for juniors and seniors. I was a junior. My roommate was a senior. It was named after this guy Ossenburger that went to Pencey. He made a pot of dough in the undertaking business after he got out of Pencey. What he did, he started these undertaking parlors all over the country that you could get members of your family buried for about five bucks .. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| ae64537 | jyb st kh shnh hy adm yn hmh tnh w drmndh shwd. akhr sr,mthl ynkh ml tw nystnd w Hss | Salinger J.D. | ||
| c6e1a16 | One thing? One thing I like? Okay. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 637f883 | I go because I sit in judgment on every poor, ulcerous bastard I know. Which in itself doesn't bother me too much. At least, I judge straight from the colon when I judge, and I know that I'll pay like hell for any judgment I mete out, sooner or later, one way or another. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 4f6b5bc | God almighty, Franny," he said. "If you're going to say the Jesus Prayer, at least say it to Jesus, and not to St. Francis and Seymour and Heidi's grandfather all wrapped up in one. Keep him in mind if you say it, and him only, and him as he was and not as you'd like him to have been." | jesus prayer | J.D. Salinger | |
| 41c42a9 | That's the spirit! Make it chicken broth or nothing. That's putting the old foot down. If she's determined to have a nervous breakdown, the least we can do is see that she doesn't have it in peace. | sarcasm | J. D. Salinger | |
| 10af05e | a stunning glimpse of Buddy, at a later date by innumerable years, quite bereft of my dubious, loving company, writing about this very party on a very large, jet-black, very moving, gorgeous typewriter. He is smoking a cigarette, occasionally clasping his hands and placing them on the top of his head in a thoughtful, exhausted manner. His hair is gray; he is older than you are now, Les! The veins in his hands are slightly prominent in the g.. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 1eda7ff | J. D. Salinger's Holden Caulfield is a literary descendant of Huck Finn: more educated and sophisticated, the son of affluent New Yorkers, but like Huck a youthful runaway from a world of adult hypocrisy, venality and, to use one of his own favourite words, phoniness. What particularly appals Holden is the eagerness of his peers to adopt that corrupt grownup behaviour. | David Lodge | ||
| 25b26c4 | I walked down the long, wet cobblestone hill into town. I ignored the flashes of lightning all around me. They either had your number on them or they didn't. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| d81b563 | That's something that drives me crazy. When people say something twice that way, after you admit it the first time. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 36f83a8 | Seymour once said to me - in a crosstown bus, of all places - that all legitimate religious study must lead to unlearning the differences, the illusory differences, between boys and girls, animals and stones, day and night, heat and cold. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| a431ff2 | Eso es lo que me gustaria hacer todo el tiempo. Vigilarlos. Yo seria el guardian entre el centeno. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 1d28265 | Quelli che mi lasciano proprio senza fiato sono i libri che quando li hai finiti di leggere e tutto quel che segue vorresti che l'autore fosse tuo amico per la pelle e poterlo chiamare al telefono tutte le volte che ti gira. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 450447c | I mean if thousands of little kids are running and they do not look where they are going, I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day, I just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but this is the only thing that I really like to do! | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 350def3 | Once, at one of the very rare and savory moments when my own teammates grudgingly allowed me to take the ball around one of the ends, Seymour, playing for the opposite side, disconcerted me by looking overjoyed to see me as I charged in his direction, as though it were an unexpected, an enormously providential chance encounter. I stopped almost dead short, and someone, of course, brought me down, in neighborhood talk, like a ton of bricks. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 6ccf556 | I'm sick to death of being the heavy in everybody's life. | franny-and-zooey glass-family jd-salinger zooey | J.D. Salinger | |
| 918065d | I do very emphatically believe there is an enormous amount of the androgynous in any all-or-nothing prose writer, or even a would-be one. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 5c09eb3 | Boy, it began to rain like a bastard. In buckets, I swear to God. All the parents and mothers and everybody went over and stood right under the roof of the carrousel, so they wouldn't get soaked to the skin or anything, but I stuck around on the bench for quite a while. I got pretty soaking wet, especially my neck and my pants. My hunting hat really gave me quite a lot of protection, in a way; but I got soaked anyway. I didn't care, though... | j-d-salinger rain rye | J.D. Salinger | |
| e16570d | I passed what I thought was a Halloween parade, which was disorienting since I was fairly sure this was May. When I stopped on the corner of Sixteenth Street and made a closer inspection it turned out to be something called a "Gay Pride Parade," which made my stomach turn." | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| c3511e1 | Patrick is not a cynic, Timothy. He's the boy next door, aren't you honey?" "No I'm not," I whisper to myself. "I'm a fucking evil psychopath." | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 5098708 | did another line and believed him because it is easier to move through the motions than not to. | Bret Easton Ellis |