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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b901acf | Todays uplifting phrase is "love your body exactly as it is. Yout think it is imperfect and you're right, but its only goning to get worse." | Marian Keyes | ||
| bf2f27c | The ability to talk to other people seemed to be leaking out of me like air out of an old balloon. | Marian Keyes | ||
| ea9b4b8 | The last time I'd been unwell, suicidally depressed, whatever you want to call it, the reactions of my friends and family had fallen into several different camps: The Let's Laugh It Off merchants: Claire was the leading light. They hoped that joking about my state of mind would reduce it to a manageable size. Most likely to say, 'Feeling any mad urges to fling yourself into the sea?' The Depression Deniers: they were the ones who took the p.. | Marian Keyes | ||
| 42ed3df | In the same way that the stewards of the Titanic were more concerned about the unemptied ashtrays on the bar than the enormous hole in the side of the ship which was letting in zillions of gallons of water, I too was worrying about the unimportant and ignoring the vital. | worrying | Marian Keyes | |
| 25400ef | My friend Kathy is the only person who'll be halfway honest with me. 'Did you ever see a cowboy film, where someone has been caught by the Indians and tied between two wild stallions, each pulling in opposite directions?' she asked. I nodded mutely. 'That's a bit what giving birth is like. | humor | Marian Keyes | |
| 2fd98b2 | Do you think that your worrying can prevent anything from happening? Whatever happens is supposed to happen and whatever doesn't, isn't. | Fannie Flagg | ||
| 49f7261 | Quienes mas sufren son quienes menos lo dicen. | sufrimiento tomates-verdes-fritos | Fannie Flagg | |
| b2f1991 | Mrs. Threadgoode laughed at the thought. "Oh honey, I've buried my share, and each one hurt as bad as the last one. And there have been times when I've wondered why the good Lord handed me so many sorrowful burdens, to the point where I thought I just couldn't stand it one more day. But He only gives you what you can handle and no more ... and I'll tell you this: You cain't dwell on sadness, oh, it'll make you sick faster than anything in t.. | Fannie Flagg | ||
| 645076b | People didn't call blacks names anymore, at least not to their faces. Italians weren't wops or dagos, and there were no more kikes, Japs, chinks, or spics in polite conversation. Everybody had a group to protest and stick up for them. But women were still being called names by men. Why? Where was our group? It's not fair. | feminist human-experience racism | Fannie Flagg | |
| a672578 | We can depend on the world being a perpetual surprise in perpetual motion. | Stephen Nachmanovitch | ||
| 1520754 | One thing: I can damn well wear lipstick. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 944f11b | For God's sake. In movies, they fix the note to a dog's collar and it trots off obediently, no nonsense. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 9cf85ab | I thought marriage was for ever. I really did. I thought Luke and I would grow old and grey together. Or at least, old. (I'm not intending to go grey, ever...) | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 0f91e81 | She's been used to hiding her feelings for so long, no wonder her manner can be a little awkward. | feelings hide hiding-feelings manner | Sophie Kinsella | |
| d29f6e4 | The moment happens, and you make your crucial mistake, and then it's gone and the chance to do anything about it is blown away. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 98be670 | Maybe I could... secretly fix a trailer onto the car when Luke ins't looking? Ot maybe I could wear all my clothes, on top of each other, and say I'm feeling a bit chilly... | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| e4cb10a | You know, this always happens. Whenever I go away, I always think I'll come back to mountains of exciting posts, with parcels and telegrams and letters full of scintillating news - and I'm always disappointed. In fact, I really think someone should set up a company called holidaypost.com which you would pay to write you loads of exciting letters, just so you had something to look forward to when you got home. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 01bf588 | It's a big step, moving to a new city, especially a city as extreme as New York. It's not the same as London..." "I know," I nod. "You have to get your nails done." | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 3e3c1d0 | Above all, staring at my old bedroom ceiling, I feel safe. Cocooned from the world; wrapped up in cotton wool. No one can get me here. No one even knows I'm here. I won't get any nasty letters and I won't get any nasty phone calls and I won't get any nasty visitors. It's like a sanctuary. I feel as if I'm fifteen again, with nothing to worry about but my Homework. (And I haven't even got any of that.) | life nostalgia parent-love-and-protection parents | Sophie Kinsella | |
| 016e3fb | You keep saying 'I'm fine' to people when you're not fine. You think you should be fine. You keep saying to yourself: 'Why aren't I fine? | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 06270b2 | The streak of bleach in my hair is as obvious as ever. Am I really going out in public like this? I push my hair backward and forward a few times - but I can't hide it. Maybe I could walk along with my hand carelessly positioned at my head, as if I'm thinking hard. I attempt a few casual, pensive poses in the mirror. "Is your head all right?" I swivel round in shock to see Nathaniel at the open door, wearing a plaid shirt and jeans. "Er...f.. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 9dc6b77 | Thinking back, perhaps it took me longer than it should have to guess that he wasn't playing ball, so to speak. In fact, he actually had to punch me in the face get me off him - although he was very apologetic about it afterward. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 405df48 | You're perfect,' he says almost fiercely. 'You don't need to change one hair. One freckle. One little toe. And if it's me that's made you feel you should do this ... then there's something wrong with me. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 82e2b3d | Family's the most important thing. | girl importance important twenty | Sophie Kinsella | |
| 577da45 | But, come on, even the waiting list for that new Prada bag was only a year. No school can be more exclusive than a limited-edition Prada bag, surely? | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 7a48b49 | Look into your heart- and go after what you really want. | love shopaholic | Sophie Kinsella | |
| dfc9edf | Love is all that counts in this crazy, mixed-up world... | quote shopaholic world | Sophie Kinsella | |
| 1c2159b | Not a cute little whimper. Not a plaintive little wail. A full-throated, piercing "This Woman Has Kidnapped Me, Call the Cops" scream." -- | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 86f452c | Luke!...We have to be able to do cool dancing so we don't embarrass our child!" "I'm a very cool dancer," replies Luke. "Very cool indeed," "No you're not!" "I had dance lessons in my teens, you know," he retorts. "I can waltz like Fred Astire." "Waltz?" I echo derisively. "That's not cool! We need to know all the street moves. Watch me." I do a couple funky head-wriggle body-pop maneuvers, like they do on rap videos. When I look up, Luke i.. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 6b9ed1b | I learned that failing doesn't mean you are a failure; it just means you're a human being. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| f20757e | Behind the studied blankness of her gaze, revolt must have been simmering. I recognized that surliness, that stubbornness, that captive-princess indignation, which must be kept hidden until enough weapons have been collected. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| eadbf51 | Staring at the magazine, as he dangled it before me like fish bait, I wanted it. I wanted it with a force that made the ends of my fingers ache. At the same time I saw this longing of mine as trivial and absurd, because I'd taken such magazines lightly enough once. I'd read them in dentists' offices, and sometimes on planes; I'd bought them to take to hotel rooms, a device to fill in empty time while I was waiting for Luke. After I'd leafed.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 8e00467 | How strange to remember typewriters, with their jammed keys and snarled ribbons and the smudgy carbon paper for copies. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 4b626ec | So many crucial events take place behind people's backs, when they aren't in a position to watch: birth and death, for instance. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| f450561 | the values ascribed to the Indian will depend on what the white writer feels about Nature, and America has always had mixed feelings about that. At one end of the spectrum is Thoreau, wishing to immerse himself in swamps for the positive vibrations; at the other end is Benjamin Franklin, who didn't like Nature. [p.91] | native-americans nature | Margaret Atwood | |
| 50ea973 | No mother is ever, completely, a child's idea of what a mother should be, and I suppose it works the other way around as well. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| f280234 | No more photos. Surely there are enough. No more shadows of myself thrown by light onto pieces of paper, onto squares of plastic. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| d669634 | How potent was that word. With. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 8b68df1 | Sometimes in the dusk he runs up and down on the sand, flinging stones at the ocean and screaming, Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! He feels better afterwards. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 62beb27 | I didn't know I was about to be left with her idea of me; with her idea of my goodness pinned onto me like a badge and no chance to throw it back at her (as would have been the normal course of affairs with a mother and a daughter--if she'd lived, as I'd grown older). | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 5e31cc7 | In Heaven, there are no debts - all have been paid, one way or another - but in Hell there's nothing but debts, and a great deal of payment is exacted, though you can't ever get all paid up. You have to pay, and pay, and keep on paying. So Hell is like an infernal maxed-out credit card that multiplies the charges endlessly. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| bc07235 | How dare she be anything he was annoyed with her for not being? | Margaret Atwood | ||
| b3bf33a | Your legacy from him is the realm of infinite speculation. You're free to reinvent yourself at will. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 0e70e1c | Of course you have always been an idealist, and filled with your optimistic dreams; but reality must at some time obtrude, and you are now turned thirty. | Margaret Atwood |