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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0038043 | Belive you me, this maze is a labrinth! | Cornelia Funke | ||
| f103f32 | It will be dark in a few hours," she said at last, anxiously. "Suppose you don't finnish it in time?" "I have finnished!" he snapped, irritated. "I've finnished a dozen times already, but I'm not happy with it." He lowered his voice to a wisper brfore he went on. "There are so many questions. Suppose the Shadow turns on you or me or the prisners once he's killed Capricorn? And is killing Capricorn really the only solution? What's going to .. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 922ee69 | It was hard to let go of love. Once woven, its ribbon was hard to tear, and this one she'd woven quite firmly herself. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 0854560 | Together. Even in death. His fingers tightened their grip around her hand. A double statue of silver. Romantic. What would their faces show? Fear? Or love? | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 96b99a0 | How loud small noises sound in a silence. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 7d6ea64 | What else but death could you hope to reap when you gave your heart to a mortal? | Cornelia Funke | ||
| a6effc3 | There it was, that familiar fear, love's terrible price. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| aeaca8a | Orpheus. Had the name he had taken ever suited him better? But he would be wilier than the singer whose name he had stolen. He would indeed. He would send another man into the realm of Death in the Fire-Dancer's place-and he'd make sure that he didn't come back. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 7ccaa37 | Nulla e eterno, Balbulus. E che cosa c'e di meglio, per le parole, che essere cantate in giro? Si, certo, ogni volta mutano, hanno una melodia diversa. Ma non e questo il bello? | parole scrittura | Cornelia Funke | |
| eafeb29 | Sometimes Fox thought all the men she knew had the dreams and wishes of nine-year-old boys--at least all the men she liked. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| b7372e6 | If you're going to start tonight there's no time to waste. Certainly not enough time to finish your quarrel with this dim-witted mushroom-muncher. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 4ad4fbb | He looked so glorious. Just like the knights I had dreamed about when I was six years old, whacking at brambles iin our garden, imagining I was fighting dragons and giants with a sword that made me invincible and wearing armor that protected me from all the things that frightened me - older kids, dogs, a storm in the knight, or my little sister's questions about when our father would be coming back. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| e286dd7 | True love, selfless and deep as the oceans in their most fathomless depths." Orlando let the glove run along the thread, which glistened like a ray of sunlight. "But I fear this one is not meant for me. This kind of thread is not spun in mere days." He let his hand drop, and the gold disappeared as though it really had been nothing but a ray of sunlight. "The Golden Yarn... or the inseverable bond, as it is also called. As inseverable as th.. | golden-yarn jacob-reckless love | Cornelia Funke | |
| 18c17db | Was she happy? Yes. And no. Because now the words were back, and with them the name that had spun gold around her heart for so long she hardly remembered how things had felt before him. | jacob-reckless love | Cornelia Funke | |
| 71d6731 | Well what does it matter,' he muttered when he was out in the corridor. 'Who wants to know the end of a story in advance? | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 760b2e4 | Yes, Mo would come. Meggie could think of nothing else as Fenoglio led her away with him, his arm around her as if he could really protect her from Capricorn and Basta and all the others. But he couldn't. Would Mo be able to protect her? Of course not. He mustn't come, she thought. Please. Perhaps he won't be able to find his way in again! He mustn't come. Yet there was nothing she wanted more, nothing in the whole wide world. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 82075a1 | Meggie thought this first whisper sounded a little different from one book to another, depending on weather or not she already knew the story it was going to tell her. | reading reading-books | Cornelia Funke | |
| 27dccc7 | It had always been a myth that it was those who loved you who could see through you. It was those you feared who could see through you most clearly. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 9bc2127 | Her heart pounded as he kissed her. Or was it his heart? She hadn't been able to tell the difference ever since he'd freed her from that trap. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 32e5385 | The fact that we had independently decided to sweep our apartments on that Sunday afternoon after spending the weekend together, I took as a strong piece of evidence that we were right for each other. And from then on when I read things Samuel Johnson said about the deadliness of leisure and the uplifting effects of industry, I always nodded and thought of brooms. | ridiculous-things | Nicholson Baker | |
| 9c23f72 | There's something narcissistic in the phrase "collected poems." Who's collecting them? The poem. How hard is that? That's not a real collection. Now if he had made a collection of water fountains, or of oven mitts, that would be a collection. Or if he'd collected editions of Festus, the long mad poem written somewhere in the nineteenth century by a lost soul named Bailey--that would be an achievement. But collecting your own poems? What's s.. | Nicholson Baker | ||
| 2860841 | One French guy at a bar wanted several of us to "faire le parachutisme." He said it was easy, you just jumped out of a plane. It sounded very exciting but no, thank you. He said "I'm not a homo." I said it's not a question of whether or not you're a homo, I just don't want to jump out of a plane." | Nicholson Baker | ||
| a51b262 | You've got to get cold to get warm," Phoebe said. Now that is the truth. That is so true about so many things. You learn it first with sheets and blankets: that the initial touch of the smooth sheets will send you shivering, but their warming works fast, and you must experience the discomfort to find the later contentment. It's true with money and love, too. You've got to save to have something to spend. Think of how hard it is to ask out a.. | warm | Nicholson Baker | |
| f236df6 | Anyway, she sings like a mad tropical bird, and it's just a fondue of molten wanting and grieving and the sadness of the large naked swinging breasts and soft olive skin and everything that you wish you could remember and feel and know. | brazil latin saudades singer victoria-de-los-angeles | Nicholson Baker | |
| b05bb0a | Si la liberacion no esta dentro de mi, no esta, para mi, en ninguna parte. | freedom poetry poets self-esteem | Fernando Pessoa | |
| a6042e4 | He was serene, fulfilled, the real thing, the person no one wants to hear about, a happy man. | Paul Theroux | ||
| 1fa22cb | As for the sanctimony of people who seem blind to the fact that mass murder is still an annual event, look at Cambodia, Rwanda, Darfur, Tibet, Burma and elsewhere-the truer shout is not "Never again" but "Again and again." | murder | Paul Theroux | |
| 7575003 | Unless there is a strong sense of place there is no travel writing, but it need not come from topographical description; dialogue can also convey a sense of place. Even so, I insist, the traveler invents the place. Feeling compelled to comment on my travel books, people say to me, "I went there"---China, India, the Pacific, Albania-- "and it wasn't like that." I say, "Because I am not you." | perceptions travel | Paul Theroux | |
| 68f6e0d | Travel is a state of mind. It has nothing to do with existence or the exotic. It is almost always an inner experience. | travel writing | Paul Theroux | |
| a7ac65c | A Arte e, com efeito, o aperfeicoamento subjectivo da vida. | filosofia | Fernando Pessoa | |
| ccc12fd | Era mejor evitar las heridas desde un principio que tener que tratarlas | Trudi Canavan | ||
| 113f351 | Suddenly she was all too aware how different she was. A woman among all these man. A natural from a humble background among rich young men chosen from powerful families. A beginner among the well trained. | Trudi Canavan | ||
| 2443781 | No, it's just like when you're dead and you try to remember being alive, it'll be like thinking of winter on the hottest day of the year. You'll know it's true, but you won't really believe it. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| d09928c | Trump liked signing. It meant he was doing things, and he had an up-and-down penmanship that looked authoritative in black Magic Marker. | Bob Woodward | ||
| a348a48 | Uncle Bob chuckled. "What the Hell Spawn of Satan are you wearing?" What Ubie was so indelicately referring to was the outfit I'd changed into, carefully picking out my most comfortable black-on-black attire and meticulously applying black greasepaint to my face to complement a desert-at-midnight look. Naturally, I had to struggle through several costume changes as Garrett sat out in his leather-seated truck waiting for me. I sure hoped my.. | Darynda Jones | ||
| 0d825a4 | The life of a man is like a ball in the river, the Buddhist texts state - no matter what our will wants or desires, we are swept along by an invisible current that finally delivers us to the limitless expanse of the black sea. This image rather appeals to me. It suggests there are times when we float lightly along life's surface, bobbing from one languid, long pool to another. But then, when we least expect it, we turn a river bend and find.. | Richard C. Morais | ||
| b508c4c | It seemed to be a makeshift replacement for love, absenting oneself from stifling atmospheres, because love basically was a torrential storm of feeling; it thrived only in partnership with laughing generosity and truthfulness. | Bessie Head | ||
| 92ee460 | I sit down and say, and I run all my friends and relatives and enemies one by one in this, without entertaining any angers or gratitudes or anything, and I say, like 'Japhy Ryder, equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha,' then I run on, say to 'David O. Selznick, equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha' though I don't use names like David O. Selznick, just people I know because when I say the words 'e.. | buddhism buddhist kerouac | Jack Kerouac | |
| db4f5db | She felt strong and blissfully empty gliding through the crisp November air, enjoying the intermittent warmth of the sun as it filtered down through the overhanging trees, which were mostly stripped of their foliage. It was that trashy, post-Halloween part of the fall, yellow and orange leaves littering the ground | Tom Perrotta | ||
| af26e67 | It's a matter of dignity," the Chief explained. "At a certain point, that's all you have left." | left point | Tom Perrotta | |
| 1648cfd | Abstinence is perfectly reasonable in theory," Gregory said, "It just doesn't work in practice. It's like dieting. You can go a day or two, maybe even a week. But eventually that pizza just smells too good." | Tom Perrotta | ||
| dc60bc5 | She wasn't a tragic widow, after all, just another woman betrayed by a selfish man. It was a smaller, more familiar role, and a lot easier to play. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| a9eb67a | We're agnostics, she used to tell her kids, back when they were little and needed a way to define themselves to their Catholic and Jewish and Unitarian friends. We don't know if there's a God, and nobody else does, either. They might say they do, but they really don't. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 6adcfc1 | Today was the dance contest, the one where Squidward takes over Spongebob's body...During the competition, Squidward gets a cramp and Spongebob's body ends up writhing on the floor in agony. The audience thinks this is pretty cool and gives him First Prize. Quite a metaphor. The person in the most pain wins. Does that mean I get a Blue Ribbon? | Tom Perrotta |