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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7670f71 | Kate said, her eyes very large, 'I find your rudeness abominable and your politeness obnoxious but my goodness, Francis Crawford, what terrifies me more than a jungle of tigers is the moment when you look worried. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| fd164d8 | Marthe said suddenly, 'How many souls on this earth call you Francis? Three? Or perhaps four?' For a moment he looked at her unsmiling; and for a moment she wished, angrily that she could recall the question. Then quite suddenly he smiled, and held out his hand. 'Five,' he said. 'Surely? Since last night. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| e748906 | For the briefest instant, his brain was the only thing that reacted. Mistake, thought his brain. Then the mouthful of water, mixed with what remained of the almond toffee crunch, fire hosed out of his mouth, arced across the table and hit Mary Turlington just above her bosom. | Stuart McLean | ||
| a24e478 | Over-seriousness is a warning sign for mediocrity and bureaucratic thinking. People who are seriously committed to mastery and high performance are secure enough to lighten up. --Michael J. Gelb | Lyssa Adkins | ||
| e488104 | You can change your life by changing the way you think about yourself and your potential. | life-lessons potential self-actualization | Michael J Gelb | |
| ef7657f | Cats are true carnivores. While you may choose a vegetarian lifestyle, don't assume it's healthier for your cat also. Cats aren't able to convert beta-carotene into vitamin A the way we can. They must get vitamin A from animal tissue (called preformed A). Cats are also unable to convert linoleic acid (an essential fatty acid) to arachidonic acid the way dogs can so they must get preformed arachidonic acid from its only source--animal tissue.. | feline-behavior feline-nutrition | Pam Johnson-Bennett | |
| 180122f | They are boys drunk on song and story, and like all boys, they think themselves immortal. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 89c3995 | It was pleasant to think that men still sang, even in the midst of butchery and famine. | pain suffering | George R.R. Martin | |
| 2993c06 | If every woman had a direwolf, men would be much sweeter. | sweeter woman | George R.R. Martin | |
| c527341 | The galleys...had been dirven onto the rocks of Skagos, the isle of unicorns and cannibals where even the Blind Bastard had feared to land. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| b107bef | Yet the higher a man climbs the further he has to fall. | fall | George R.R. Martin | |
| 0ad8920 | Though the three of them were unrelated by blood, they were sisters all the same. In the heart, where it mattered. | Charles de Lint | ||
| 9aa7b8b | Everybody's got a true home--maybe not where they're living, but where their heart lives. | home live | Charles de Lint | |
| 66390d7 | There's no such thing as fiction", Annie told him once. "If you can imagine something, then it's happened." | Charles de Lint | ||
| 35e0953 | What if time's not linear, the way people think it is? What if the past, present and future are all going on at the same time, only they're separated by- oh, I don't know- a kind of gauze or something. And maybe there are people that can see through that gauze. | Charles de Lint | ||
| d44e62a | I do know that the gardens of the first lands are still lying there, right under the skin of the world- pulsing the way our heartbeat drums under our own skin. And I believe that there's a connectedness between everything that gives some people a deep and abiding affinity to a certain kind of place or creature." "Like totems?" "Maybe. Or maybe something even more personal- something that's impossible to articulate with the vocabulary we hav.. | magic mysteries wild-spirits wisdom | Charles de Lint | |
| 04ca1bb | The trouble with magic is that there's too much it just can't fix. When things go wrong, glimpsing junkyard faerie and crows that can turn into girls and back again doesn't help much. The useful magic's never at hand. The three wishes and the genies in bottles, seven-league boots, invisible cloaks and all. They stay in stories, while out here in the wide world we have to muddle through as best we can on our own. | Charles de Lint | ||
| 60cb359 | The moon likes secrets," Meran said. "And secret things. She lets mysteries bleed into her shadows and leaves us to ask whether they originated from otherworlds, or from our own imaginations." | Charles de Lint | ||
| af09e8c | I knew it wasn't simply escape that lay on the far side of the borders of fairyland. Instinctively I knew crossing over would mean more than fleeing the constant terror and shame that was mine at that time in my life. There was a knowledge that ran deeper--an understanding hidden in the marrow of my bones that only I can access--telling me that by crossing over, I'd be coming home. | Charles de Lint | ||
| 0a9109b | If you truly want students to take an interest in American history, then stop lying to them. | James W. Loewen | ||
| cc84060 | The historian must have no country. --JOHN QUINCY ADAMS | James W. Loewen | ||
| 93b0728 | Or guides might initiate a discussion of slave names. Many owners insisted on the right to name their newborn slaves--rather than allowing their parents this pleasure--and then deliberately gave them demeaning names or names that ironically invoked godlike figures from antiquity. George Washington, for instance, used Hercules, Paris-boy, Sambo, Sucky, Flukey, Doll, Suck Bass, Caesar, and Cupid. Most slaves received no last names. Guides cou.. | James W. Loewen | ||
| e494a71 | Socially, segregation labeled African Americans as less than human; the term "boy" itself, applied to the Scottsboro defendants even as they became elderly, implied that they were less than men." | James W. Loewen | ||
| 64a651c | On top of the Tree of Life - in the Hall of the Palace - someone had found somebody for whom he had been searching for a long, long time. And the tears of joy which were shed became the fruit of the Tree of Life, the grapes whose juice if distilled by the flute of the blue god. | krishna miguel-serrano serpent-of-paradise tree-of-life | Miguel Serrano | |
| 15d71f9 | When she had discovered that I hungered to learn, she commenced to shovel knowledge my way as vigorously as she spaded the cowpats into her beloved flower beds. | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| beb9684 | At sunset, if I am near the water - and it is hard to be very far from it here -I pause to watch the splendid disc set the brine aflame and then douse itself in it's own fiery broth. | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| 8fc5da8 | He walked through the woods like a young Adam, naming creation. | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| 7e9e9e7 | Raz was one of those vanguard human beings of indeterminate ethnicity, the magnificent mutts that I hope we are all destined to become given another millennium of intermixing. His skin was a rich pecan color from his dad, who was part African American and part native Hawaiian. His hair, straight and glossy black, and the almond shape of his eyes came from his Japanese grandmother. But their color was the cool blue he'd inherited from his mu.. | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| 1708ed2 | Harvard Square could feel like a party on a warm night, full of energy and privilege and promise. Or it could seem like one of the bleakest places on earth--an icy, windswept rat maze where kids wasted their youth clawing over one another in a fatuous contest for credentials. | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| 9f570db | If you are drowning in a sewer, your first concern might be that you are drowning, not how vile you smell. | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| de23985 | He had scooped up another handful of sand and stared at each grain as it fell through his fingers. 'You are like these. Each a trifling speck. A hundred, many hundreds--what matter? Cast them into the air. You cannot even find them when they land upon the ground. But there are more grains than you can count. There is no end to them. You will pour across this land, and we will be smothered. Your stone walls, your dead trees, the hooves of yo.. | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| 3b1a1ed | I am not a hero. Life has not required it of me. | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| 932fb1b | I was like one who forgets all day to eat until the scent from some other's roasting pan reminds her she's ravenous. | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| dcae7fc | Y por que es necesario tener valor? --le pregunto el gato con tono de indiferencia. --Porque, cuando haces algo a pesar del miedo que sientes --respondio ella--, necesitas tener mucho valor. | gryffindor valor | Neil Gaiman | |
| b3c03e3 | Lives are snowflakes - forming patterns we have seen before, as like one another as peas in a pod, but still unique. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 9c39369 | He could pick my heart like a rose and watch it wither in his hand. Sometimes I think he is like that. At other times I think he is as simple and golden and generous as our father's fields. And then I see things in his eyes - things that I have never looked at, and I know that I have walked a short and easy road out of my past, while he has walked a thousand roads to meet me. I know Perrin's past; the same road runs into his future. I don't.. | Patricia A. McKillip | ||
| 94d42b1 | He had no place in the world, he said once, therefore he could go everywhere. | Patricia A. McKillip | ||
| 3e54521 | The message, which one fall or another of the coin would eventually give him, was how to get himself out of his chamber and into Nepenthe's, so that he could tell her why he had not come to tell her why he had not come. | confusing-explanations | Patricia A. McKillip | |
| 277cdf5 | Something - a flick of color, the faint beat of the earth under my feet, or maybe my name in someone's thoughts - made me lift my eyes. | Patricia A. McKillip | ||
| 4444dc1 | He exuded ambiguities she decided, that was his fascination. His mouth spoke; his eyes said something other: his smile belied everything.... He played with the language of the Circle of Days like a child with an arsenal of twigs.... His music said otherwise it seemed to echo through time out of a past as old as the stones on the hill. He lied with every note he played. Or in his music he finally told the truth. | Patricia A. McKillip | ||
| 63e1a49 | No song, no peace, no poetry, no end of days, and no forgetting. | Patricia A. McKillip | ||
| fa8b21e | A net of words, he said at last, is more powerful than a net of rope. | words | Patricia A. McKillip | |
| 80509bc | Every moment is like a wheel with a hundred spokes in it. We ride always at the hub of the wheel and go forward as it turns. We ignore the array of other moments constantly turning around us. We are surrounded by doorways; we never open them. | Patricia A. McKillip | ||
| 337e933 | Beauty and perfection do not guarantee grace and fulfillment and are always sacrificed. Life itself seems a ritual of sacrifice, and the world the alter on which plants and animals lay down their own lives for the sustenance of others, and on which we lay our youth, our well-being, our loved ones, and finally our lives. I am an ignorant woman who has sacrificed all of these things but the last, and cannot say for whom or what I perform this.. | Kate Horsley |