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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 446a1e1 | when I was successful, but accused of arrogance, I wanted to drag every journalist who misunderstood to this place, and make them see that for a woman, a working-class woman, to want to be a writer, to want to be a good writer, and to believe that you were good enough, that was not arrogance; that was politics." (Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? p. 103)" | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 418f286 | It's so crude' complained her mother, who believed in Good Taste the way Sunday worshipers believed in the Immaculate Conception. She wasn't quite sure what it was but she was sure it was important. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 08fd97e | There are two kinds of writing; the one you write and the one that writes you. The one that writes you is dangerous. You go where you don't want to go. You look where you don't want to look. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| ff4f3ad | you ought not judge" is itself a judgment! (Pluralists misinterpret Jesus' comments on judging [Matt. 7:1-5]. Jesus did not prohibit judging as such, only judging hypocritically.)" | Norman L. Geisler | ||
| fb242f8 | A man does not call a line crooked unless he has some idea of a straight line. | Norman L. Geisler | ||
| ae22b07 | We invest the moment with meanings it may not necessarily have. We constrain and limit the potential outcomes by imposing external expectations, by imagining and anticipating how others will see things, what they might say...when in reality none of that might matter." ~Jeremy William Carling" | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| 1488077 | Love is not something you can impute to another." ~Leonora" | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| b5da6a5 | Through the dimness she could just make him out, stretched on his back, his arms crossed behind his head. He might have been silent, but he hadn't been asleep. She could feel his frown as he looked at her. "What are you doing?" "Moving closer to you." Dropping her gowns, she shook out her cloak and laid it next to his. "Why?" "Mice." He let a heartbeat pass, then asked, carefully, "You're afraid of mice?" She nodded. "Rodents. I don't discr.. | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| ec7db04 | Stephanie, huh?" I ask, when she doesn't respond. "You go by Steph?" "No. Not Steph." she says as we cross the street to the familiar green and white Starbucks logo. "My ex-boyfriend called me that so I'm kind of over it." God, someone actually dated this cranky little midget? Then my eyes skimmed the perky cleavage beneath the tiny tank top. Right. There was that." | Lauren Layne | ||
| 48a7f1c | I could say 'I love you'--and I do." Raising his lids, he met her gaze. "But it's not that simple... not for me. I never wanted a wife." He drew in a breath. "I never wanted to love--not you, not any woman. I never wanted to risk it--never wanted to be forced to find out if I could handle the strain. In my family, loving's not easy--it's not a simple sunny thing that makes one merely happy. Love for us--for me--was always going to be dramat.. | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| 90ada29 | Sane women did not marry tyrants. | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| a2c3360 | I've moved before I realize I'm going to, and suddenly Stephanie is in my arms and I'm carrying my fake girlfriend through the Upper West Side as she mutters threats in my ear, and even though my delicate little flower is cursing up a storm, I find myself grinning. | Lauren Layne | ||
| ee0ce69 | One question I feel compelled to ask; Before they agreed to marry, did all the Cynster females behave as irrationally as Heather is?" He glanced briefly up, but Richard didn't look up from the lure he was tying off as he unperturably replied, "Prickly at the best of times, then 'have-at-you' the instant you set a foot, nay, a toe, wrong?" "Exactly." "Then yes." Richard straightened, tipping his head as he examined his lure. "It seems to be .. | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| 9f19476 | Everybody is doing everything for themselves.... When you understand that this is true even about dying, you will never fear dying again. | Neale Donald Walsch | ||
| 257e5cd | Alex said, "Okay, I need to know something. Why the Camel Club?" Stone answered, "Because camels have great stamina. They never give up." "That's what Oliver says, but the real reason is this," Reuben countered. "In the 1920s there was another Camel Club. And at each meeting of that club they would all raise their glasses and take a vow to oppose Prohibition to the last drop of whiskey. Now, that's my kind of club." | camel-club | David Baldacci | |
| e67fcac | The one thing I learned is that the Russians are some of the most cunning people on earth. They never do anything without a very good reason. And just because they're no longer a superpower doesn't mean they don't want to be again. - Oliver Stone | David Baldacci | ||
| 6103deb | Every time I walk with Alex I'm reminded both how lucky I am to have friends like him and also how unworthy I am to have friends like him. - Oliver Stone | David Baldacci | ||
| 5eca429 | I guess we're all lonely in some way. - Oliver Stone | David Baldacci | ||
| 017e275 | That was the way it was, the burial ritual. You set them in the earth and walked away to keep living, until it was your turn to be left behind. | David Baldacci | ||
| 256f4c5 | He'd been given an assignment to write about teen beauty pageants [...], which he'd accepted because he enjoyed blood sports as much as the next person. | ambition beauty-pageants ruthlessness sarcasm satire shows teen-beauty-pageants teenagers | David Baldacci | |
| 9d9c146 | Well, that dog was all Diamond had. When you love something, you can't just sit by and not do anything.' | wish-you-well | David Baldacci | |
| f1a3171 | The pursuit of happiness is more elusive, it is life long and not goal-centered. Whant you are pusuing is meaning - a meaningful life. The fate the draw that is yours and it isn't fixed, but changing the course of the stream thats going to take a lot of energy. There are times when it will go so wrong that you will barely be alive, and times when your realize that being barely alive , on your own terms, is better then living a bloated half-.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 1bad711 | Somewhere beween the swamp and the mountains. Somewhere beween fear and sex. Somewere beween God and the Devil passion is and the way there is sudden and the way back worse. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| a3b2ed0 | Yes I will come for you. Roll my strength into a ball for you. Throw myself across chance for you. I will be the bridge or the pulley because you are the dream. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 5c6ff65 | As he turned inwards she turned outwards, but while he wore his intensity like a garment, she slept in hers. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 5b52910 | What is there to say about love ? You could sweep up all the words and stack them in the gutter and love wouldn't be any different, wouldn't feel any different, the hurt in the heart, the headachy desire that hardly submits to language. What we can't tame we talk about. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 722d352 | Now my wandering days are over. It will be bliss to settle down. Bliss. There's a word, now. Bliss to love and to be loved. | Betty Smith | ||
| ded11c2 | When the strong healthy boy, howling at the indignity of the birth process, was put to her breast, she felt a wild tenderness for him, The other baby, Francis, in the crib next her bed, began to whimper. Katie had a flash of contempt for the weak child she had borne a year ago, when she compared her to this new handsome son. She was quickly ashamed of hr contempt. She knew it wasn't the little girl's fault. "I must watch myself carefully," .. | Betty Smith | ||
| 2c753fe | Oh, the last time how clearly you see everything; as though a magnifying light had been turned on it. And you grieve because you hadn't held it tighter when you had it every day. | loss perspective | Betty Smith | |
| d4a9edb | Several times that day, the name or thought of Papa had come up. And each time, Francie had felt a flash of tenderness instead of the old stab of pain. "Am I forgetting him?" she thought. "In time to come, will it be hard to remember anything about him? I guess it's like Granma Mary Rommely says: 'With time, passes all.' The first year was hard because we could say last 'lection he voted. Last Thanksgiving he ate with us. But next year it w.. | Betty Smith | ||
| b5f6be3 | Katie! Don't nag! All of us are what we have to be and everyone lives the life it's in him to live. | Betty Smith | ||
| 3dc61af | He liked me because I am short. I flatter myself. He did not dislike me. He liked no one except Josephine and he liked her the way he liked chicken. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 212a558 | Like my grandmother he kept secrets the way other people kept fish. They were a hobby, a fascination, his underwater collection of the rare and the strange. Occasionally something would float up to the surface, unexpected, unexplained | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 756b1bd | Francie thought that all the books in the world were in that library and she had a plan about reading all the books in the world. She was reading a book a day in alphabetical order and not skipping the dry ones. She remembered that the first author had been Abbott. She had been reading a book a day for a long time now and she was still in the B's. Already she had read about bees and buffaloes, Bermuda vacations and Byzantine architecture. F.. | Betty Smith | ||
| 0821195 | You must learn to take a joke, Francie, otherwise life will be pretty hard on you. | Betty Smith | ||
| 57cc2eb | Why can't they," she thought bitterly, "just give the doll away without saying I am poor and she is rich? Why couldn't they just give it away without all the talking about it?" | Betty Smith | ||
| 5d69442 | I think it's good that people like us can waste something once in a while and get the feeling of how it would be to have lots of money and not have to worry about scrounging. | Betty Smith | ||
| 5ef730c | The Nolan's just could't get enough of life. They lived their own lives up to the hilt but that wasn't enough. They had to fill in on the lives of all the people they made contact with. | Betty Smith | ||
| 9fab022 | Going home in the trolley, Francie held the shoebox in her lap because Mama had no lap now. Francie thought deep thoughts during her ride. 'If what Granma Mary Rommely said is true, then it must be that no one ever dies, really. Papa is gone, but he's still here in many ways. He's here in Neeley who looks just like him and in Mama who knew him so long. He's here in his mother who began him and who is still living. Maybe I will have a boy so.. | Betty Smith | ||
| e6efd85 | Spring came early that year and the sweet warm nights made her restless. She walked up and down the streets and through the park. And wherever she went, she saw a boy and a girl together; walking arm-in-arm, sitting on a park bench with their arms around each other, standing closely and in silence in a vestibule. Everyone in the world but Francie had a sweetheart or a friend. She seemed to be the only lonely one in Brooklyn. | Betty Smith | ||
| 64d1cb4 | And he asked for her whole life as simply as he'd ask for a date. And she promised away her whole life as simply as she'd offer a hand in greeting or farewell. | Betty Smith | ||
| 4acd705 | Occasionally there is a moment in a person's life when he takes a great stride forward in wisdom, humility, or disillusionment. For a split second he comes into a kind of cosmic understanding. For a trembling breath of time he knows all there is to know. He is loaned the gift the poet yearned for - seeing himself as others see him. | Betty Smith | ||
| 693b4ad | you'll always come out all right - no matter what. You're like me that way.' And that's where the whole trouble is," thought Francie. "We're too much alike to understand each other because we don't even understand our own selves. . ." | Betty Smith | ||
| 96dd0fc | No, I ain't big enough. I ain't big enough to do a thing like that. I gotta think of myself and my own kids.' He finally came to his conclusion.'Oh, what the h*ll! Them two kids is gotta live in this world. They got to get used to it. They got to learn to give and to take punishment. And by Jesus, it ain't give but take, take, take all the time in this God-damned world.'...So now, when Francie heard themselves called lousy bastards, she smi.. | Betty Smith |