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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f68c215 | We had rarely seen our fathers in work boots before, toiling in the earth and wielding brand-new root clippers. They struggled with the fence, bent over like Marines hoisting the flag on Iwo Jima. It was the greatest show of common effort we could remember in our neighborhood, all those lawyers, doctors, and mortgage bankers locked arm in arm in the trench, with our mothers bringing out orange Kool-Aid, and for a moment our century was nobl.. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 9d215b4 | It is perhaps in reading a love story (or in writing one) that we can simultaneously partake of the ecstasy and agony of being in love without paying a crippling emotional price. I offer this book, then, as a cure for lovesickness and an antidote to adultery. Read these love stories in the safety of your single bed. Let everybody else suffer. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| c77e74f | Dr. Philbosian smelled like an old couch, of hair oil and spilled soup, of unscheduled naps. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 5d77c95 | I can bear pain, myself, but I could not bear yours. That would take more strength than I have. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8c2cb20 | Y cuando mi cuerpo perezca, mi alma todavia sera tuya, Claire. Juro por mi esperanza de ganarme el cielo que no sere separado de ti. Nada se pierde, Sassenach; solo se transforma. -Eso es la primera ley de la termodinamica -dije secandome la nariz. -No -respondio-. Eso es fe. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 62dab23 | Love for a child cannot be free; from the first signs of movement in the womb, a devotion springs up as powerful as it is mindless, irresistible as the process of birth itself. But powerful as it is, it is a love always of control; one is in charge, the protector, the watcher, the guardian--there is great passion in it, to be sure, but never abandon. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6c7b3db | That's simple. You reason with them, and when you're through, I'll take them out and thrash them. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4d1d4eb | No, the fault lies with the artists," Claire went on. "The writers, the singers, the tellers of tales. It's them that take the past and re-create it to their liking. Them that could take a fool and give you back a hero, take a sot and make him a king." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 04a96c3 | He shook his head slowly from side to side, as though it were very heavy. I could almost hear the contents sloshing. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 80e1fdf | The vivid memory of the woods had blossomed into a visceral longing for the Ridge, so immediate that I felt the ghost of my vanished house rise around me, a cold mountain wind thrumming past its walls, and thought that, if I reached down, I could feel Adso's soft gray fur under my fingers. I swallowed, hard. | claire-fraser loss memory nostalgia | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 76629b3 | if ye bed wi' a vixen, ye must expect to get bit. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4d9a672 | Here I stand on the brink of war again, a citizen of no place, no time, no country but my own . . . and that a land lapped by no sea but blood, bordered only by the outlines of a face long-loved. | james-fraser love lyrical time uncertainty war | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 705f743 | No hay respuestas, sino elecciones. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| cf13d37 | Sassenach," he said against my shoulder, a moment later. "Mm?" "Who in God's name is John Wayne?" "You are," I said. "Go to sleep. I really needed that laugh to break the tears." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6205427 | Ahora se por que los judios y los musulmanes tienen novecientos nombres para denominar a Dios; al amor no le basta con una palabra. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d58dfc6 | He tolk both my hands in his, then, and kissed them - the left which still bore the gold ring of my marriage to Frank, and then the right, with his own silver ring.. "Da mi basia mille," he whispered, smiling. Give me a thousand kisses. It was the inscription inside my ring, a brief quotation from a love song by Catullus. I bent and gave him one back. "Dein mille altera, " I said. Then a thousand more." | outlander | Diana Gabaldon | |
| bdaaa33 | There were still choices to be made, decisions to reach, actions to take. Many of them. But in one...single declaration of intent, we stepped across the threshold of war. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 19e61a1 | by the assault. Shading his eyes against the dazzle from the window, he peered down into the shadows. "Oh, hallo there, wee dog," he said politely, and took a step forward, knuckles stretched out. Bouton raised the growl a few decibels, and he took a step back. "Oh, like that, is it?" Jamie said. He eyed the dog narrowly. "Think it over, laddie," he advised, squinting down his long, straight nose. "I'm a damn sight bigger than you. I wouldn.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3771a70 | We currently enjoy the hospitality of the local smith, a gentleman named Heughan. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 57a050d | Soldiers manage by dividing themselves. They're one man in the killing, another at home, and the man that dandles his bairn on his knee has nothing to do wi' the man who crushed his enemy's throat with his boot, so he tells himself, sometimes successfully. | war warriors | Diana Gabaldon | |
| ff87cbd | You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart--and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 62c31ab | Of course I can." He stuck out a rolled tongue and wiggled it, demonstrating, then pulled it back. "Everyone can do that, surely? Ian?" "Oh, aye, of course." Ian obligingly demonstrated. "Anyone can." "I can't," said Brianna. Jamie stared at her, taken aback. "What d'ye mean ye can't?" | diana gabaldon | ||
| 14ceffc | You are mine," it had said. "Mine! And I will not let you go." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e83b1d8 | El Tiempo es una de las muchas cosas que la gente atribuye a Dios. Siempre esta ahi, preexistente, y no tiene final. Existe la nocion de que es todopoderoso, puesto que nada puede oponerse al tiempo, ?no es cierto? Ni montanas, ni ejercitos. Y el Tiempo, desde luego, lo cura todo. Con tiempo suficiente, todo se resuelve: todos los dolores se engloban, todas las adversidades desaparecen, todas las perdidas se clasifican. Polvo eres y en polv.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 7cd8a08 | Never," he said, more softly. "For you are mine. My wife, my heart, my soul." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9fbce14 | There was nothing frightening about the dead man; there never is. No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it's only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying; once gone, what is left is only an object | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 042cb28 | It was not Monsieur Arouet, but a colleague of his--a lady novelist--who remarked to me once that writing novels was a cannibal's art, in which one often mixed small portions of one's friends and one's enemies together, seasoned them with imagination, and allowed the whole to stew together into a savory concoction. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 187723f | It ... wasna a scream of fear, or even anger. It ... ehm ... well, it was the way a woman will scream, sometimes, if she's ... pleased." "In bed, you mean." It wasn't a question. "So do men. Sometimes." You idiot! Of all the things you might have said ..." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 865db33 | We are bound,you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you."One large hand rose to stroke my hair. "D'ye mind the blood vow that I swore ye when we wed?" "Yes,I think so.'Blood of my blood,bone of my bone...'" "I give ye my body, that we may be one," he finished. "Aye, and I have kept that vow, Sassenach,and so have you." He turned me slightly, and one hand cupped itself gently over the tiny swell of my stomach." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ce1b6cd | For a moment, I saw him as he had looked the morning I married him. Duine uasal was what he looked, a man of worth. But the bold face above the lace was the same, older now, but wiser with it--yet the tilt of his shining head and the set of the wide, firm mouth, the slanted clear cat-eyes that looked into my own, were just the same. Here was a man who had always known his worth. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 53c8809 | It was in a way a comforting idea; if there was all the time in the world, then the happenings of a given moment became less important. I could see, perhaps, how one could draw back a little, seek some respite in the contemplation of an endless Being, whatever one conceived its nature to be. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e2dbf74 | Egg-sucking son of a porcupine! | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d8a925e | Jamie laid a hand on mine, and my fingers turned to intertwine with his. I could feel his pulse in my own fingertips, the solid bones of knuckle and phalanges. His right hand, battered and marked with the scars of sacrifice and labor. Marked also with the signs of my love, the crude repairs done in pain and desperation. Blood of my blood, bone of my bone ... | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3041e45 | Your face is my heart, Sassenach," he said softly, "and love of you is my soul. But you're right; ye canna be my conscience." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2249d98 | You felt as though the book took as much interest in you as you did in it and was willing to help when you reached for it. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 700cb78 | He wasn't a whole person any longer, but only half of something not yet made. | love reflection | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 013cc58 | Jamie was a much a sponge as his grandson, I reflected, watching him rootle about, completely naked and totally unconcerned about it. He took in everything, and seemed able to deal with whatever came his way, no matter how familiar or foreign to his experience. Anything he could not defeat, outwit, or alter, he simply accepted-rather like the sponge and its embedded shell. Pursuing the analogy further, I supposed I was the shell. Snatched o.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2ce67e7 | Did that mean she had not cared deeply for any of her husbands? I wondered. Or only that she was a woman of great strength, capable of overcoming grief, not once, but over and over again? | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9443c07 | Is thee afraid of me, Rachel?" he whispered. "I am," she whispered back, and closed her hand on his wounded shoulder, lightly but hard enough for him to feel the hurt of it. "And I am afraid for thee, as well. But there are things I fear much more than death--and to be without thee is what I fear most." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c54a1cc | He was pressing himself against the wall as though trying to get through it by osmosis. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d090f06 | But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it. So. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| eb3e68c | I mean to take my time about it, aye? | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2d88cc5 | Blood of my blood," he whispered, "and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens. You are mine, always," | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ae8fa22 | I flapped my hand, dismissing the matter of outlawry as a minor consideration, compared to the whole monstrous idea. I had one last try. "Does it bother you that I'm not a virgin?" He hesitated a moment before answering. "Well, no," he said slowly, "so long as it doesna bother you that I am." He grinned at my drop-jawed expression, and backed toward the door. "Reckon one of us should know what they're doing," he said. The door closed softly.. | Diana Gabaldon |