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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 40c5511 | In the foreseeable future, I will be a dead person. I want to remind you that dead people are people too. There are good dead people and bad dead people. Some of my best friends are dead people. Dead people have fought in every war." Then" | Al Franken | ||
| 6df3578 | I know I'm sort of farting into the wind on this. But I hope you'll fart along with me. I've always believed that it's possible to discern true statements from false statements, and that it's critically important to do so, and that we put our entire democratic experiment in peril when we don't. It's a lesson I fear our nation is about to learn the hard way. That's | Al Franken | ||
| cb4604d | The power which has always started the greatest religious and political avalanches in history rolling has from time immemorial been the magic power of the spoken word, and that alone. The broad masses of the people can be moved only by the power of speech. | William L. Shirer | ||
| e077372 | To all the millions of discontented Hitler in a whirlwind campaign offered what seemed to them, in their misery, some measure of hope. He would make Germany strong again, refuse to pay reparations, repudiate the Versailles Treaty, stamp out corruption, bring the money barons to heel (especially if they were Jews) and see to it that every German had a job and bread. | William L. Shirer | ||
| 8a0d3cc | Without screaming or weeping these people undressed, stood around in family groups, kissed each other, said farewells and waited for a sign from another S.S. man, who stood near the pit, also with a whip in his hand. During the fifteen minutes that I stood near the pit I heard no complaint or plea for mercy... An old woman with snow-white hair was holding a one-year-old child in her arms and singing to it and tickling it. The child was cooi.. | William L. Shirer | ||
| 9a63993 | THIS IS DICK -- DON'T TOUCH!!! | Betty MacDonald | ||
| b8440ce | On either side the wild roses, their pink dewy faces turned to the sun, tumbled over the fences, sprawled on the ground and filled the air with their pure summery smell. | scents wildflowers | Betty MacDonald | |
| b8900d5 | Like the perfect beach vacation, where the routine is so blissfully uneventful that when you return home and friends ask how your trip was, you can't really recall what exactly you did to fill up so many hours. That's what being with Dex is like. | Emily Giffin | ||
| 30bb3a4 | So I guess what I'm trying to say is that life is fast. And it keeps speeding up. Sometimes I lose track of the season--or even the year. And we just have to make the best of it all. Our choices. Our fleeting moments together. | Emily Giffin | ||
| 2b7095b | It's heartbreaking when you love a book that fails. And it always seems to happen to the nicest authors. | Emily Giffin | ||
| c44fe74 | I just wonder if sheer force of will to forgive can be enough to set things right Because after all, power is one thing. Love is a different creature altogether. | Emily Giffin | ||
| 17ea4cd | Whether you CAN forgive and whether you SHOULD trust. | doctor love | Emily Giffin | |
| eb223fc | You can't quantify love, and if you try, you can wind up focusing on misleading factors. Stuff that has really has more to do with personality- the fact that some people are simply more expressive or emotional or needy in a relationship. But beyond such smokescreens, the answer is there. Love is seldom- almost never -even proposition. Someone always loves more. | love love-hurts | Emily Giffin | |
| 84ab0f5 | As I've said many times, the only way to stay trim is to eat bacon. | Emily Giffin | ||
| b2b3d5a | Grief is a mystery to be lived through, not a problem to be solved, | Emily Giffin | ||
| e5b206d | Guys aren't so different from us, I think, which no matter how many times I think it will always seem like a remarkable revelation. | Emily Giffin | ||
| 49d83e4 | What's not to love' is hardly a reason to love," she says. "And the catch of your life is not the same thing as the love of your life. Be careful of that subtle but rather crucial distinction." | love | Emily Giffin | |
| a5a586c | so much of how we see the world is a matter of interpretation. A matter of wishing and wanting and hoping rather than really deep-down believing. | Emily Giffin | ||
| e3eae5d | I'll remind you of that someday , Maura says. "when you're married to a man who once looked into your eyes and promised to forsake all others. I'll remind of that after you've just had his baby and you have postpartum depression and feel as fat as cow and you are pumping milk into a plastic containers in the middle of the night while he's running around with some twenty-two-years old named Lissette. I'll remind you of that. Maura to Jess." | family-life motherhood no | Emily Giffin | |
| 2df0fdc | As of that moment, we had a secret, and having a secret--even a little one--creates a bond between two people. | Emily Giffin | ||
| 7c821f1 | Why do I need to have reasons? When someone decides to have a baby, people don't go around asking what her reasons are. | women | Emily Giffin | |
| 99e76de | Let him who reads forgive the intrusion of a dream into a history of fact. But it came so home to me--I saw it all so clear in a moment, as it were; and, besides, who shall say what proportion of fact, past, present, or to come, may lie in the imagination? What is imagination? Perhaps it is the shadow of the intangible truth, perhaps it is the soul's thought. | H. Rider Haggard | ||
| 2ef907e | We were like confirmed opium-eaters: in our moments of reason we well knew the deadly nature of our pursuit, but we certainly were not prepared to abandon its terrible delights. | H. Rider Haggard | ||
| 49d5d3b | A sharp spear," runs the Kukuana saying, "needs no polish." | H. Rider Haggard | ||
| ff04848 | Yet man dies not whilst the world, at once his mother and his monument, remains. His name is lost, indeed, but the breath he breathed still stirs the pine-tops on the mountains, the sound of the words he spoke yet echoes on through space; the thoughts his brain gave birth to we have inherited to-day; his passions are our cause of life; the joys and sorrows that he knew are our familiar friends--the end from which he fled aghast will surely .. | H. Rider Haggard | ||
| 24651d3 | Then there came a vision to me, a vision that was sent in answer to my prayer, or, perchance, it was a madness born of my sorrows. | H. Rider Haggard | ||
| 75ae4d5 | It is a curious thing that at my age -- fifty-five last birthday -- I should find myself taking up a pen to try to write a history. I wonder what sort of a history it will be when I have finished it, if ever I come to the end of the trip! I have done a good many things in my life, which seems a long one to me, owing to my having begun work so young, perhaps. At an age when other boys are at school I was earning my living as a trader in the .. | H. Rider Haggard | ||
| c1efaf0 | Each religion claims the future for its followers; or, at least, the good thereof. The evil is for those benighted ones who will have none of it; seeing the light the true believers worship, as the fishes see the stars, but dimly. The religions come and the religions pass, and the civilisations come and pass, and naught endures but the world and human nature. Ah! if man would but see that hope is from within and not from without--that he hi.. | religion | H. Rider Haggard | |
| 0e6d5f4 | Vengeance is an arrow that in falling oft pierces him who shot it | vengeance | H. Rider Haggard | |
| 40a92ec | It is the glow-worm that shines in the night-time and is black in the morning; it is the white breath of the oxen in winter; it is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself at sunset." "You are a strange man," said Sir Henry, when he had ceased. Umbopa laughed. "It seems to me that we are much alike, Incubu. Perhaps I seek a brother over the mountains." | H. Rider Haggard | ||
| 8f2c84a | Civilisation is only savagery silver-gilt. | H. Rider Haggard | ||
| e67addc | Behold now, let the Dead and Living meet! Across the gulf of Time they still are one. Time hath no power against Identity, though sleep the merciful hath blotted out the tablets of our mind, and with oblivion sealed the sorrows that else would hound us from life to life, stuffing the brain with gathered griefs till it burst in the madness of uttermost despair. Still are they one, for the wrappings of our sleep shall roll away as thunder-clo.. | rebirth reincarnation | H. Rider Haggard | |
| d2b721c | I ain't everybody, and I can't stand it. It's awful to be tied up so. And grub comes too easy - I don't take no interest in vittles, that way. [...] Looky-here, Tom, being rich ain't what it's cracked out to be. It's just worry and worry, and sweat and sweat, and a-wishing you was dead all the time. [...] now you just take my sheer of it along with your'n, and gimme a ten-center sometimes - not many times, becuz I don't give a dern for a th.. | Mark Twain | ||
| 33f5fa9 | Solo hay dos formas de estar solo. Sin nadie cerca o en medio de una multitud | Javier Sierra | ||
| 6494ba7 | He (Antonio Machado) was old, weary and ill, and he no longer believed in Franco's defeat. He wrote 'This is the end; any day now Barcelona will fall. For the strategists, for the politicians, for the historians, it is all clear: we have lost the war. But in human terms, I am not so sure. Perhaps we have won. | Javier Cercas | ||
| f6a2f4f | As I see it today, Hitler and Goebbels were in fact molded by the mob itself, guided by its yearnings and its daydreams. Of course, Goebbels and Hitler knew how to penetrate through to the instincts of their audiences; but in the deeper sense they derived their whole existence from these audiences. Certainly the masses roared to the beat set by Hitler's and Goebbels' baton; yet they were not the true conductors. The mob determined the theme.. | Albert Speer | ||
| 47c1fb6 | Hitler's dictatorship was the first of an industrial estate in this age of modern technology, a dictatorship which employed to perfection the instruments of technology to dominate its own people. By means of such instruments of technology, eighty million persons could be made subject to the will of one individual. Telephone, teletype, radio, made it possible to transmit the commands of the highest levels directly to the lowest organs where .. | Albert Speer | ||
| 19f6ca3 | Hitler knew nothing about his enemies and even refused to use the information that was available to him. Instead, he trusted his inspirations, no matter how inherently contradictory they may be and these inspirations were governed by extreme contempt and underestimation of the others. | Albert Speer | ||
| 031aa66 | The communications apparatus at headquarters was remarkable...It was possible to communicate directly with all important theaters of the war...They could be directed from Hitler's table in the situation room. The more fearful the situation, the greater was the gulf modern technology created between reality and fantasies with which the man at this table operated. | Albert Speer | ||
| eb6254d | Once a dream did weave a shade O'er my angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangle spray, All heart-broke, I heard her say: 'Oh my children! do they cry, Do they hear their father sigh? Now they look abroad to see, Now return and weep for me.' Pitying, I dropped a tear: But I saw a glow-worm near, Who replied, 'What wailing w.. | William Blake | ||
| f88719f | SOME ARE BORN TO SWEET DELIGHT SOME ARE BORN TO ENDLESS NIGHT | William Blake | ||
| 653bb3e | The mystic poet William Blake once wrote, "The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water and breeds reptiles of the mind." | Anthony Robbins | ||
| 4ad5a14 | White noise, impersonal roar. Deadening incandescence of the boarding terminals. But even these soul-free, sealed-off places are drenched with meaning, spangled and thundering with it. Sky Mall. Portable stereo systems. Mirrored isles of Drambuie and Tanqueray and Chanel No. 5. I look at the blanked-out faces of the other passengers--hoisting their briefcases, their backpacks, shuffling to disembark--and I think of what Hobie said: beauty a.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 27303cf | He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only. | William Blake |