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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e3e4c8c | Meneer, said the captain, if man takes unto himself God's right to punish, then he must also take upon himself God's promise to restore. | punish punishment restoration restore | Alan Paton | |
| 7224017 | Stand unshod upon it, for the ground is holy, being even as it came from the Creator. Keep it, guard it, care for it, for it keeps men, guards men, cares for men. Destroy it and man is destroyed. | Alan Paton | ||
| 0dc7523 | And that next day, he was in the black mood, what we call the swartgalligheid, which is the black gall. And the heart is black too, and the world is black, and one can tell oneself that it will pass, but these are only words that one speaks to oneself, for while it is there it is no comfort that it will pass. | Alan Paton | ||
| 8270308 | Angel?" he whispered in the dark. "Yes?" "What does it feel like to love someone?" A lump caught in my throat and I lightly ran my fingers down his bare arm. "It feels like this." "That's what I thought." -Erin McCarthy/The Coming Dark" | swoony | Erin McCarthy | |
| 8e43a24 | Imogen looked at Ty, at the one man who could halt her stone-cold logic and make her just feel.... She needed that, to be caught off guard, to learn to trust her first gut reaction to her emotions. There had been no hesitation on her part - he had asked and her heart had sung out a big fat yes. | Erin McCarthy | ||
| 459d207 | A friend is by definition an unpaid therapist. | Erin McCarthy | ||
| 4725787 | Twenty-five?" Shawn squawked, horrified. "Good Lord, he's a fetus!" | Erin McCarthy | ||
| af7cdd3 | Laurel watched his lips intently as he spoke. He thought it was pretty amazing that she knew what he was saying just from reading his lips. But it also meant a lot of times her eyes were on his mouth, not meeting his gaze. Which gave him the sneaky ability to watch her more closely than he could anyone else, without her thinking he was staring. | russ | Erin McCarthy | |
| 662ed01 | Amanda meant to move, but somehow her feet didn't do anything. They were like Quebec, determined to be independent. | move quebec stuck | Erin McCarthy | |
| 58101c7 | He was a glass half full kind of person and she was...what? The glass is going to break before you can even pour kind of person. Yikes. | life-philosophy | Erin McCarthy | |
| 1482295 | Feeling downright giddy, which must be the lack of blood, Ethan flung his arm over his face and winced. Doubled over. "What? What is it! Are you bleeding again?" Alexis reached for him. He dropped his arm and smiled. "No. It's just that I was momentarily blinded by your beauty." Her jaw dropped and she slapped his arm. "Idiot." But as he laughed, he saw her struggle not to grin." | Erin McCarthy | ||
| 11afda1 | This is really disturbing. I think I'm being scarred as we speak. It's like paranormal porn." Alexis did look a little pale. "Do you want me to turn it off?" "No, are you kidding? I have to see what happens. It's like a car accident, but with tongue. You don't want to look, but you have to." | Erin McCarthy | ||
| 75bdd53 | I think maybe they are watching, he said. They are watching for a thing that even death cannot undo and if they do not see it they will turn away from us and they will not come back" (210)" | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 953cb76 | When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 99c5d99 | He imagined that in his estate of eternal night he might somehow have already halved the distance to death. That the transition for him could not be so great for the world was already at some certain distance and if it were not death's terrain he encroached upon in his darkness then whose? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| de67a1a | There were few nights lying in the dark that he did not envy the dead. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 41b20de | If I'm not here you can still talk to me. You can talk to me and I'll talk to you. You'll see. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| c10a527 | He got up and walked out to the road. The black shape of it running from dark to dark. Then a distant low rumble. Not thunder. You could feel it under your feet. A sound without cognate and so without description. Something imponderable shifting out there in the dark. The earth itself contracting with the cold. It did not come again. What time of year? What age the child? He walked out into the road and stood. The silence. The salitter dryi.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 70f5d54 | Before he reached the door the old man called to him again. The boy turned and stood. The matrix will not help you, the old man said. He said to catch the wolf the boy should find that place where the acts of God and those of man are of one piece. Where they cannot be distinguished... The old man said that it was not a question of finding such a place but rather of knowing it when it presented itself. He said that it was at such places that.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 39551ff | Sometimes faith might just be a case of not havin nothin else left. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 46dae64 | The sand where he sat was warm to the touch but the night beyond the fire was sharp with the cold. He got up and dragged fresh wood in under the bridge. He stood listening. The boy didnt stir. He sat beside him and stroked his pale and tangled hair. Golden chalice, good to house a god. Please dont tell me how the story ends. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3837be9 | Satan hath power to assume a pleasing form. Them big blue eyes. Knew more ways to turn a man's head than the devil's grandmother. I dont know where they learn it at. Hell, she wasnt but seventeen. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| c390817 | The dust the party raised was quickly dispersed and lost in the immensity of that landscape and there was no dust other for the pale sutler who pursued them drives unseen and his lean horse and his lean cart leave no track upon such ground or any ground. By a thousand fires in the iron blue dusk he keeps his commissary and he's a wry and grinning tradesman good to follow every campaign or hound men from their holds in just those whited regi.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d46d83f | Always so deliberate, hardly surprised by the most outlandish advents. A creation perfectly evolved to meet its own end. They sat at the window and ate in their robes by candlelight a midnight supper and watched distant cities burn. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| c280d5f | The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9f9a662 | the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past the sun and returned again as trackless and as unremarked as the path of any nameless sisterworld in the ancient dark beyond. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4b8bd1c | The men poured gasoline on them and burned them alive, having no remedy for evil but only for the image of it as they conceived it to be. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d13e3b2 | Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 62926d0 | His mind was betraying him. Phantoms not heard from in a thousand years rousing slowly from their sleep. | the-road | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 36a7d10 | If you break little promises you'll break big ones. That's what you said. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4f7cde2 | He told the boy that although he was huerfano still he must cease his wanderings and make for himself some place in the world because to wander in this way would become for him a passion and by this passion he would become estranged from men and so ultimately from himself. He said that the world could only be known as it existed in men's hearts. For while it seemed a place which contained men it was in reality a place contained within them .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4e544dc | It takes very little to govern good people. | government | Cormac McCarthy | |
| f07f55e | I think maybe they are watching, he said. They are watching for a thing that even death cannot undo and if they do not see it they will turn away from us and they will not come back. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5aa921b | Nothing. Where all was burnt to ash before them no fires were to be had and the nights were long and dark and cold beyond anything they'd yet encountered. Cold to crack the stones. To take your life. He held the boy shivering against him and counted each frail breath in the blackness. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| fafffb1 | It howled execration upon the dim camarine world of its nativity wail on wail while he lay there gibbering with palsied jawhasps, his hands putting back the night like some witless Paraclete beleaguered with all limbo's clamor. | darkness infant limbo | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 4aae77f | I think if you were Satan and you were settin around tryin to think up somethin that would just bring the human race to its knees what you would probably come up with is narcotics. Maybe he did. I told that to somebody at breakfast the other mornin and they asked me if I believed in Satan...I had to think about that. I guess as a boy I did. Come the middle years my belief had waned somewhat. Now I'm startin to lean back the other way. He ex.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0680e58 | I think the truth is always simple. It has pretty much got to be. It needs to be simple enough for a child to understand. Otherwise it'd be too late. By the time you figured it out it would be too late. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4a9b11d | People will tell you it was Vietnam brought this country to its knees. But I never believed that. It was already in bad shape. Vietnam was just the icin on the cake. We didn't have nothin to give to em to take over there. If we'd sent em without rifles I dont know as they'd of been all that much worse off. You can't go to war like that. You cant go to war without God. I dont know what is goin to happen when the next one comes. I surely dont.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 625741a | What discordant vespers do the tinker's goods chime through the long twilight and over the brindled forest road, him stooped and hounded through the windy recrements of day like those old exiles who divorced of corporeality and enjoined ingress of heaven or hell wander forever the middle warrens spoorless increate and anathema. Hounded by grief, by guilt, or like this cheerless vendor clamored at heel through wood and fen by his own querulo.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9744f81 | Who builds in stone seeks to alter the structure of the universe. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3f499b3 | He lay watching the kid. He was from a prominent Kentucky family and had attended Transylvania College and like many another young man of his class he'd gone west because of a woman. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 7da227c | Snowflake. You catch the snowflake but when you look in your hand you don't have it no more. Maybe you see this dechado. But before you see it it is gone. If you want to see it you have to see it on its own ground. If you catch it you lose it. And where it goes there is no coming back from. Not even God can bring it back. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 86e6a71 | He'd stop and lean on the cart and the boy would go on and then stop and look back and he would raise his weeping eyes and see him standing there in the road looking back at him from some unimaginable future, glowing in that waste like a tabernacle. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 35d3be6 | He walked out on the beach to the edge of the light and stood with his clenched fists on top of his skull and fell to his knees sobbing in rage. | Cormac McCarthy |