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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 73d5319 | I want to pull my hair back tight and smooth and make a big knot at the back that I can feel, she said. I want to have a kitty to sit on my lap and purr when I stroke her. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 227ea68 | Non sopporto il pensiero che la mia vita stia scorrendo via cosi in fretta e che io in realta non la viva. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 1748e80 | Now standing in one corner of a boxing ring with a .22 caliber Colt automatic pistol, shooting a bullet weighing only 40 grains and with a striking energy of 51 foot pounds at 25 feet from the muzzle, I will guarantee to kill either Gene Tunney or Joe Louis before they get to me from the opposite corner. This is the smallest caliber pistol cartridge made; but it is also one of the most accurate and easy to hit with, since the pistol has no .. | firearms pistols shooting | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 9d63110 | Nessun uomo e un'isola, completo in se stesso; ogni uomo e un pezzo del continente, una parte del tutto. Se anche solo una nuvola venisse lavata via dal mare, l'Europa ne sarebbe diminuita, come se le mancasse un promontorio, come se venisse a mancare una dimora di amici tuoi, o la tua stessa casa. La morte di qualsiasi uomo mi sminuisce, perche io sono parte dell'umanita. E dunque non chiedere mai per chi suona la campana: suona per te. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| d371a12 | I was born ugly. All my life I have been ugly. You, 'Ingles', who know nothing about women. Do you know how an ugly woman feels? Do you know what it is to be ugly all your life and inside to feel that you are beautiful? I would have made a good man, but I am all woman and all ugly. Yet many men have loved me and I have loved many men. It is curious. Listen, 'Ingles', this is interesting. Look at me, as ugly as I am. Look closely, Thou art n.. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| ecdb10d | The cynical ones are the best companions. But the best of all are the cynical ones when they are still devout; or after; when having been devout, then cynical, they become devout again by cynicism. | companions | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 72bdad1 | You had to have these peasant leaders quickly in this sort of war and a real peasant leader might be a little too much like Pablo. You couldn't wait for the real Peasant Leader to arrive and he might have too many peasant characteristics when he did. So you had to manifacture one. At that, from what he had seen of Campesino, with his black beard, his thick negroid lips, and his feverish, staring eyes, he thought he might give almost as much.. | class communism politics proletariat revolution | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 0bf94e7 | Then there was the smell of heather crushed and the roughness of the bent stalks under her head and the sun bright on her closed eyes and all his life he would remember the curve of her throat with her head pushed back into the heather roots and her lips that moved smally and by themselves and the fluttering of the lashes on the eyes tight closed against the sun and against everything, and for her everything was red, orange gold-red from th.. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| a2d29a6 | Dostoevsky was made by being sent to Siberia. Writers are forged in injustice as a sword is forged. | Larry W. Phillips | ||
| 9b62504 | You paid some way for everything that was any good. I paid my way into enough things that I liked, so that I had a good time. Either you paid by learning about them, or by experience, or by taking chances, or by money. Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth. The world was a good place to buy in. It seemed like a fine philosophy. In five years, I though, it will seem just as silly as all the other fine philosophies I've had. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| d09a6d0 | How what she had done could never matter since he knew he could not cure himself of loving her | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 8d5733e | It is the fault of the orders, which are too rigid. There is no allowance for a change in circumstance. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 4706ffb | When she goes, he though. I'll have all I want. Not all I want but all there is | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 8708053 | I love thee as I love all that we have fought for. I love thee as I love liberty and dignity and the rights of all men to work and not be hungry. I love thee as I love Madrid that we have defended and as I love all my comrades that have died. And many have died. Many. Many. Thou canst not think how many. But I love thee as I love what I love most in the world and I love thee more. | liberty love madrid maría war | Ernest Hemingway | |
| f6c077a | Here's the beautiful lady with the beer. | beer lady | Ernest Hemingway | |
| f436a50 | It's funny,' I said. 'It's very funny. And it's a lot of fun, too, to be in love.' 'Do you think so?' her eyes looked flat again. 'I don't mean fun in that way. In a way it's an enjoyable feeling.' 'No,' she said. 'I think it's hell on earth. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 6babe2a | It would be better alone, anything is better alone but I don't think I can handle it alone. | better help | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 8ba3d44 | He looked at his face carefully in the glass, put a big dab of lather on each cheek-bone. "It's an honest face. It's a face any woman would be safe with." "She'd never seen it." "She should have. All women should see it. It's a face that ought to be thrown on every screen in the country. Every woman ought to be given a copy of this face as she leaves the altar. Mothers should tell their daughters about this face." | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 9061010 | Coward," Pablo said bitterly. "You treat a man as coward because he has a tactical sense. Because he can see the results of an idiocy in advance. It is not cowardly to know what is foolish." "Neither is it foolish to know what is cowardly," said Anselmo, unable to resist making the phrase." | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 20f058c | The atomic bomb which we dropped on the people of Hiroshima was first envisioned by a woman, not a man. She was, of course, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. She didn't call it an "atomic bomb." She called it "the monster of Frankenstein." | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| db96d10 | But the paradox of their success is that most modern readers are unaware of the overwhelming obstacles both women had to overcome. Without knowing the history of the era, the difficulties Wollstonecraft and Shelley faced are largely invisible, their bravery incomprehensible. Both women were what Wollstonecraft termed "outlaws." Not only did they write world-changing books, they broke from the strictures that governed women's conduct, not on.. | Charlotte Gordon | ||
| 6aa19a4 | It may, after all, be the bad habit of creative talents to invest themselves in pathological extremes that yield remarkable insights but no durable way of life for those who cannot translate their psychic wounds into significant art or thought. THEODORE ROSZAK, "IN SEARCH OF THE MIRACULOUS" | Jon Krakauer | ||
| a6869e5 | He foll0wed her as she crossed to the four-station apparatus. His attention was glued to her butt the whole way. realizing what he was doing, he snapped his gaze away and checked to make sure no one had noticed. Nope. They were all too busy staring at Jamie's butt. | romance tension | Sarah Mayberry | |
| 56257fe | What exactly did mean, while he was on the subject? That Delaney needed to have sex? that she craved an orgasm? And if that were the case, why couldn't she just take care of the matter on her won in the privacy of her home without putting him through all this torture? Anything was preferable to the thought of her being with Jake. | humor needs romance sex | Sarah Mayberry | |
| 52501b6 | The whole underneath of Paris was an ant nest, Metro tunnels, sewer shafts, catacombs, mines, cemeteries. She'd been down in the city of bones where skulls and femurs rose in yellowing walls. Right down there, win the square before them. through a dinky little entrance, were the Roman ruins like honeycomb. The trains went under the river. There were tunnels people had forgotten about. It was a wonder Paris stood up at all. The bit you saw w.. | hidden hunchback-of-notre-dame paris perspective tour view | Tim Winton | |
| 0c97c50 | So you've given away the old good and evil? asked Rose, amazed at all this rare talk from Quick. No. No. I'll stay a cop. But it's not us and them anymore. It's us and us and us. It's always us. That's what they never tell you. Geez, Rose, I just want to do right. But there's no monsters, only people like us. Funny, but it hurts. | human-nature | Tim Winton | |
| 0b26d5e | That eye... was like a fuckin hole in the universe | Tim Winton | ||
| e380ac7 | Hoping is what people do when they're too lazy to do anything else. People | Tim Winton | ||
| 78f3470 | Even at its darkest moment, life was a precious gift. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 9ceb95f | Edward describing Angeline's bonnet) "Then it is overbright and those colors should never been seen togther upon the same person, not to mention the same ." he said. "And it actually suits you perfectly. It suits your character." | Mary Balogh | ||
| 0b4a2a7 | Now she realized she had never been kissed before. Not really. Not like this. Ah, never like this. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 0617712 | Sometimes she felt that her heart would ssurely break. But she knew that hearts did not literally break because their owners were unhappy - and foolish. How dreadfully foolish she had been. Yet she clung to the memories as to a lifeline. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 2bf42d3 | When we last out at ourselves for having lost control, we are reminded that we never can be in total control, that all life asks of us is to do our best to cope with what is handed to us. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 50234dd | Youthful dreams are precious things. They ought not to be dashed as foolish and unrealistic just because they are young dreams. Innocence ought not to be destroyed from any callous conviction that a realistic sort of cynicism is better. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 91e21f5 | If I had smiled and fawned over you at Lady Mannering's ball," she said, "and if I had simpered and giggled during the drive in Hyde Park, you would have lost interest in me in a moment, Lord Ravensberg." "Good Lord, yes," he agreed. Perceptive of her. "I would thank you not to take the Lord's name in vain," she said so primly that he was momentarily enchanted. "I see that I have behaved in quite the wrong manner with you. I should have e.. | Mary Balogh | ||
| da3abf1 | If you are never frightened, sir, you would never find out what you was made of and what you was capable of doing. You would never become a better man than what you started out being. P'raps this is what you will discover - what you are made of and what you are capable of. And when you finally do remember who you are, p'raps you will find that you have become a better man than he ever was. P'raps he was a man why never ever grew any more on.. | memory | Mary Balogh | |
| 8ea64bc | It was now twenty minutes past four in the morning, allowing for the fact that the clock in the library of his town house was four minutes slow, as it had been for as far back as he could remember. He eyed it with a frown of concentration. Now that he came to think about it, he must have it set right one of these days.Why should a clock be forced to go throught its entire existence four minutes behind the rest of the world? It was not logic.. | mary-balogh romance | Mary Balogh | |
| ad0bf54 | Except that love - that mysterious, vast, all-encompassing power - could not possibly be contained in a single word. | words | Mary Balogh | |
| ec82bb0 | When I was nineteen," she said, "I was in love with being in love, I think. And I was given no chance to discover how deep - or not deep - that love would have gone." | nineteen | Mary Balogh | |
| 212edb1 | I am free, you see," she said, "to love or to withhold love. Love and dependence need no longer be the same thing to me. I am free to love. That is why I love you, and it is the way I love you." | Mary Balogh | ||
| 986fdeb | Life is a precious possession...It is what one makes of it. - Charity Duncan | life love | Mary Balogh | |
| cb04ebe | There is no such place as the promised land, but it would be foolish to reject even an unpromised land as worthless without first inspecting it thoroughly. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 5eec17a | Stanbrook once told me," he said, "that suicide is the worst kind of selfishness, as it is often a plea to specific people who are left stranded in the land of the living, unable for all eternity to answer the plea" | Mary Balogh | ||
| d42baf2 | If we were to see the grandeur of our real selves, I suspect we would also see the necessity of living up to who we really are. And most of us are too lazy for that. Or else we are having too good a time enjoying our less than perfect lives to be bothered. (Claudia Martin) | Mary Balogh |