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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e8a655f | Unless you are perfectly narcissistic and psychopathic--even then--your worst-case scenario is never limited to the loss of only your life. | Nassim Nicholas Taleb | ||
| 22a92b5 | You can tell how uninteresting a person is by asking him whom he finds interesting. | Nassim Nicholas Taleb | ||
| 1d3e200 | Besdies, to turn me ladylike might have rendered me useless and possibly ornamental. | Richard Peck | ||
| b31b2fb | Mom says,'What are you going to do when it's time to go to college?' I choose not to think about that yet. That is years away. For now, I just watn things all safe and familiar. My life may not be perfect, but it is what I have known. ~pg 16; Hattie on change | Ann M. Martin | ||
| b7cd0a3 | Perhaps it was Lord Darion," Rolfe said at last, and Emma sagged with relief. "Lord Darion?" Blake stared at him in confusion. "I have not heard of him. Does he have a keep around here?" Emma glanced over her shoulder to see her cousin shake his head. There was a sparkle of mischief in his eyes as he met hers. "Nay.Darion is a spirit of the woods.And a defender of the weak. He has been known to protect unwary travelers who are set upon...al.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| f63903d | Annabel better not have headed back to England. He'd wring her bloody neck if she had. She was his. And why the hell would she go there anyway? Surely life with him was better than life with those two coldhearted English-- "Nay." | Lynsay Sands | ||
| b83bf38 | What the hell is going on?" Bricker asked with amazement as they watched Victor carry Elvi out. "First Basil's carrying Sherry away, and then Marcus is carting a blubbering Basha off, and now Elvi's sobbing to beat the band and Victor is playing he-man too. Have the women gone crazy or is this an immortal caveman convention?" Lucian reached out and biffed the younger man in the back of the head. "Ow," Bricker complained, rubbing the spot." | lucian | Lynsay Sands | |
| cd0256a | My God!" Amaury glared resentfully at the armed men surrounding his own as Castle Eberhart came into view. "See you the gall of the woman?" Blake hid a smile an shrugged. "'Twould seem your bride would have you safely delivered." "Safely delivered?" Grimacing,he shook his head. "She sends her man out to fetch me as if I am a stray cow." "Surely she would not send so many for a cow?" Amaury glared at his laughing friend. Blake shrugged. "Wel.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| cb955b4 | Yes. I tried to use the same technique with you. I didn't want to pass out. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 4eff9b4 | Well? Are you going to crouch there and gawk at me or explain yourself?" Instead of answering, the girl frowned and asked, "Why can't i read you?" A short disbelieving laugh slipped from Sherry, but when the girl simply stared at her with bewilderment, she said reasonably, "Maybe because I'm not a book." | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 0143fa9 | Eternity is a long time and it doesn't always work out that way," Jareth says, a bit bitterly. "It's worse to love someone and then lose them, then to never love at all." | loss love | Mari Mancusi | |
| 48562e8 | Imaginary friends often leave without warning. | Keith Donohue | ||
| 73f79c9 | rbm knt `l~ '`ynn Gshw@ wlm nntbh 'n 'Hdn yqtl lakhr | Juan Rulfo | ||
| a8e993e | Sube o baja segun se va o se viene.Para el que va, sube; para el que viene, baja. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 3aacb25 | The past was a consumable, subject to the national preference for familiar products. And history, in America, is a dish best served plain. The first course could include a dollop of Italian in 1492, but not Spanish spice or French sauce or too much Indian corn. Nothing too filling or fancy ahead of the turkey and pumpkin pie, just the way Grandma used to cook it. | Tony Horwitz | ||
| da0fb50 | Everywhere, it seemed, I had to explore two pasts and two presents; one white, one black, separate and unreconcilable. The past had poisoned the present and the present, in turn, now poisoned remembrance of things past. | Tony Horwitz | ||
| 56aaf8b | Life is a physics problem. Bodies in motion. | science-fiction | Robin Wasserman | |
| e5c0fd0 | Chris loved you," I said, and the truth of it was almost a physical pain. She wouldn't look at me. "No he didn't. And he would have figured it out eventually. So would you? Then where would I have been?" "Not here." | Robin Wasserman | ||
| 91fac2a | Under the best of circumstances, middle school is a sixth-circle-of-hell situation, sandwiched somewhere between flaming tombs and flesh-eating harpies. It's the kind of situation that doesn't need gasoline on the fire, especially when said gasoline comes in the form of your older brother murdering the older sister of the third-most popular girl in school. | Robin Wasserman | ||
| ddb2d3b | I have never read Sylvia Plath. My mother has never read Virginia Woolf. In general, we have stayed out of one another's way like this. | Alison Bechdel | ||
| 55e650d | That will solve nothing, my lord." His wife strode into the kitchen, stiff pride shining in her eyes. "I told you to keep her in hand." Brodick glared at his cousin, wondering just when his life had turned inside out. Druce scowled at the sweet smile Brodrick's wife cast toward him. He lifted his finger and pointed at her. "She bit me." -- | humor pride | Mary Wine | |
| b0e5782 | I noted that it is sometimes hard to tell whether you are being killed or saved by the hands that turn your life upside down. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| e5638dc | Who had persuaded me that God preferred four walls and a roof to wide-open spaces? When had I made the subtle switch myself, becoming convinced that church bodies and buildings were the safest and most reliable places to encounter the living God? | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| 82e9524 | You shall love the stranger, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt." Those most likely to befriend strangers, in other words, are those who have been strangers themselves. The best way to grow empathy for those who are lost is to know what it means to be lost yourself." | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| 544b35a | Sometimes I wondered if it even mattered whether our communion cups were filled with consecrated wine or draft beer, as long as we bent over them long enough to recognize each other as kin. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| 90abd73 | To see takes time, like having a friend takes time. It is as simple as turning off the television to learn the song of a single bird. Why should anyone do such things? I cannot imagine--unless one is weary of crossing days off the calendar with no sense of what makes the last day different from the next. Unless one is weary of acting in what feels more like a television commercial than a life. The practice of paying attention offers no quic.. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| f169278 | The problem with every sacred text is that it has human readers. Consciously or unconsciously, we interpret it to meet our own needs. There is nothing wrong with this unless we deny that we are doing it, as when someone tells me that he is not 'interpreting' anything but simply reporting what is right there on the page. This is worrisome, not only because he is reading a translation from the original Hebrew or Greek that has already involve.. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| 920a9f4 | Christians are not particularly gifted at knowing how we sound to others, especially in parts of the world where our voices are the loudest and most numerous. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| 8935fe1 | You only need to lose track of who you are, or who you thought you were supposed to be, so that you end up lying flat on the dirt floor basement of your heart. Do this, Jesus says, and you will live. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| 96f7ccc | I had spent hours talking with people who had trouble believing. For some, the issue was that they believed less than they thought they should about Jesus. They were not trouble by the idea that he may have had two human parents instead of one or that his real presence with his disciples after his death might have been more metaphysical than physical. The glory they beheld in him had more to do with the nature of his being than with the num.. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| 866f239 | Human beings may separate things into as many piles as we wish--separating spirit from flesh, sacred from secular, church from world. But we should not be surprised when God does not recognize the distinctions we make between the two. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| ceb9f67 | To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight, and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings. --Wendell Berry | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| b93627d | One of the best things about having children is that it enables you to have the same loving memories as another person - you can summon the same past. Two flashbacks but with a single image. | Allison Pearson | ||
| 283421e | One thing at a time,' said the Boy. 'You must be patient. This is a day of hope and wild revenge. Do not interrupt me. I am a courier from another world. I bring you golden words. Listen!' said the Boy. 'Where I come from there is no more fear. But there is a roaring and a bellowing and a cracking of bones. And sometimes there is silence when, lolling on your thrones, your slaves adore you. | boy goat golden-words hyena revenge | Mervyn Peake | |
| 381dc1a | Swelter, as soon as he saw who it was, stopped dead, and across his face little billows of flesh ran swiftly here and there until, as though they had determined to adhere to the same impulse, they swept up into both oceans of soft cheek, leaving between them a vacuum, a gaping segment like a slice cut from a melon. It was horrible. It was as though nature had lost control. As though the smile, as a concept, as a manifestation of pleasure, h.. | fantasy humor | Mervyn Peake | |
| bdb88f8 | What is Time, O sister of similar features, that you speak of it so subserviently? Are we to be the slaves of the sun, that secondhand overrated knob of gilt, or of his sister, that fatuous circle of silver paper? A curse upon their ridiculous dictatorship! | humor time | Mervyn Peake | |
| a110cfe | The crags of the mountain were ruthless in the moon; cold, deadly and shining. Distance had no meaning. The tangled glittering of the forest roof rolled away, but its furthermost reaches were brought suddenly nearer in a bound by the terrifying effect of proximity in the mountain that they swarmed. The mountain was neither far away nor was it close at hand. It arose starkly, enormously, across the lens of the eye. The hollow itself was a cu.. | mountains proximity | Mervyn Peake | |
| b524497 | She tossed her long hair and it flapped down her back like a pirate's flag. She stood in about as awkward a manner as could be concieved. Utterly un-feminine - no man couldd have invented it. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| a26058c | Behind him she saw something which by contrast with the alien incalculable figure before her, was close and real. It was something which she understood, something which she could never do without, or be without, for it seemed as though it were her own self, her own body, at which she gazed and which lay so intimately upon the skyline. Gormenghast. The long, notched outline of her home. It was now his background. It was a screen of walls and.. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| ffcf97c | As the figure moved before him he followed the muscles as they wove beneath the skin. he was not only fighting with an assailant who was awaiting for that split second in which to strike him dead, but he was stabbing at a masterpiece -- at sculpture that leapt and heaved, at a marvel of inky shadow and silver light. A great wave of nausea surged through him and his knife felt putrid in his hand. His body went on fighting | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 5c23ce3 | Prunesquallor, as urbane as ever, had nevertheless something in his fish-like eyes that might almost be described as determination. One glance at his sister was sufficient to make him realize that to attempt to reason with her would be about as fruitful as to try to christianize a vulture. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 5c0e5fa | Of Swelter's acreage, only a perch or two here and there might, if broken, prove vulnerable loam. That he bled profusely could prove little. There was blood in him to revitalize an anaemic army, with enough left over to cool the guns. Placed end to end, his blood vessels might have coiled up the Tower of Flints and half way down again like a Virginia creeper -- a vampire's home from home. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 5258df0 | I said she was wicked, and she said that everyone was - everyone and everything except rivers, clouds, and some rabbits. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| ac4d771 | And a ton came down on a coloured road, And a ton came down on a gaol, And a ton came down on a freckled girl, And a ton on the black canal, And a ton came down on a hospital, And a ton on a manuscript, And a ton shot up through the dome of a church, And a ton roared down to the crypt. And a ton danced over the Thames and filled A thousand panes with stars, And the splinters leapt on the Surrey shore To the tune of a thousand scars. | bomb bombing london war wwii | Mervyn Peake |