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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| acb1a61 | She wanted to cry but the tears would not come. They seemed to flood her chest, and they were hot tears that burned under her bosom, but they would not flow. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| c51807f | Didn't you get the money for the taxes? Don't tell me the wolf is still at the door of Tara." There was a different tone in his voice. She looked up to meet his dark eyes and caught an expression which startled and puzzled her at first, and then made her suddenly smile, a sweet and charming smile which was seldom on her face these days. What a perverse wretch he was, but how nice he could be at times! She knew now that the real reason for h.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 5c065c9 | Scarlett) Go on! Go on now! I want you to hurry. I don't want to ever see you again. I hope a cannon ball lands right on you. I hope it blows you to a million pieces. I-- (Rhett) Never mind the rest. I follow your general idea. When I'm dead on the altar of my country, I hope your conscience hurts you. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 05b54dd | You need kissing badly. That's what's wrong with you. All your beaux have respected you too much, though God knows why, or they have been too afraid of you to really do right by you. The result is that you are unendurably uppity. You should be kissed and by someone who knows how. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| f979606 | Oh, Rhett, why do there have to be wars? It would have been so much better for the Yankees to pay for the darkies--or even for us to give them the darkies free of charge than to have this happen." "It isn't the darkies, Scarlett. They're just the excuse. There'll always be wars because men love wars. Women don't, but men do--yea, passing the love of women." | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 1367bb7 | Debt Chauffeur, that's my name for him now, wants to marry me. He asked me down on bended knee, and I would have been honored - except he wants us to live in London, and he wants me to live white. I crowed at that. I laughed so hard and not a tear came. He couldn't understand it. I don't often think on how white I look; it's always been a question of how colored I feel, and I feel plenty colored. He said that no one in London will know that.. | born-into-slavery marriage-proposal mulatto the-wind-done-gone | Alice Randall | |
| 5cbd022 | You can do terrible things when you don't know who you are... | Adam Rex | ||
| 8857e26 | I meow now?" hissed J.Lo when she was gone. "What comes next? Do I juggle fire?" "Look, I'm sorry, but it's good this happened. Mrs. Hoegaarden will probably tell people you meow, and we'll spread the word, too, and soon if anybody hears Pig they'll just think it's you." "Yes!" droned J.Lo, throwing his hand up. "A foolproof plan! Thank Mother Ocean that you do not use your genius for evil." | Adam Rex | ||
| 0c2d751 | The Freemen have 987 levels of membership, the first three of which are achieved merely by filling out an application. The 8th level is granted upon full acceptance into the local lodge, the 13th following Initiation, the 21st at the end of the Initiate's second week, and the 89th the first time he brings snacks. | Adam Rex | ||
| e443e5e | The fog was mysterious. The lights were mysterious. The music was "A-Tisket, A-Tasket"." -- | Adam Rex | ||
| feebb24 | Look," I said halfheartedly. "Another one of those tumbleweeds made out of old hair weaves." "Tumbleweave," said J.Lo." | Adam Rex | ||
| 0ccd0db | It is colder now, There are many stars, We are drifting North by the Great Bear, The leaves are falling, The water is stone in the scooped rocks, To southward Red sun grey air: The crows are Slow on their crooked wings, The jays have left us: Long since we passed the flares of Orion. Each man believes in his heart he will die. Many have written last thoughts and last letters. None know if our deaths are now or forever: None know if this wan.. | poetry | Archibald MacLeish | |
| 20bba6d | Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 1b22920 | For a brazen Libertine, an adulterer, a sodomite, an atheist, a fornicator, rakehell, heretic, godless playmaker and debaucher of innocents, you're a sorry state of affairs. | kit-marlowe | Elizabeth Bear | |
| ea0a969 | That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| c985b34 | FAUSTUS: Bell, book and candle, candle, book and bell, Forward and backward, to curse Faustus to hell. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 20dcc68 | All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command. Emperors and kings Are but obey'd in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind, or rend the clouds; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man! A sound magician is a mighty god. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 56a4740 | BALDOCK: To die, sweet Spenser, therefore live we all; Spenser, all live to die, and rise to fall. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 914cf1d | KING EDWARD: But what is he whom rule and empery Have not in life or death made miserable? | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 9f7fe97 | I hold the Fates bound fast in iron chains, And with my hand turn Fortune's wheel about; | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 910fd11 | He is not a punishing God, Lizzy. That is the mistake most people make, thinking He sits with an account book and a big fist, waiting to punish us. He is not a wrathful God but a loving God who made each of us and loved us since we were in our mother's womb | faith god love purpose | Ann Rinaldi | |
| 4db68a5 | I know now why God gave us babies. They require constant attention, of course. They make messes and disturb the peace, but their cuteness and smiles are something the only reminder of God we have in the house. | Ann Rinaldi | ||
| a8f7d1a | This would be an outrageous cay man | Theodore Taylor | ||
| bbbaef4 | If you're afraid they might discover your redneck past, there are a hundred ways to cover your redneck past. | Ben Folds | ||
| 32ada4b | The only really interesting things about someone that makes you want to explore them further is their heart. | Polly Horvath | ||
| 9d896f9 | And, I often think, the truth isn't good or bad, it's just the truth. | Polly Horvath | ||
| f659925 | It's better to be fooled a hundred times than never to look. | Polly Horvath | ||
| 1fd069b | When people's emotions are involved they don't want to listen. | Bette Greene | ||
| 7440ef7 | But don't go thinking that I'm critical of you, Anton, because really I'm not. Not a bit! It's just that you're not here. I'm alone and I'm frightened and you're not here. And you're not ever going to be here for me. | Bette Greene | ||
| 395b2c5 | That voice that talks badly to you is a demon voice. This very patient and determined demon shows up in your bedroom one day and refuses to leave. You are six or twelve or fifteen and you look in the mirror and you hear a voice so awful and mean that it takes your breath away. It tells you that you are fat and ugly and you don't deserve love. And the scary part is the demon is your own voice. But it doesn't sound like you. It sounds like a .. | Amy Poehler | ||
| 80d9607 | Her reaction signaled that his memory had the power to destroy. | Ronlyn Domingue | ||
| 1ea1fa7 | She disapproved, but part of her seemed secretly to sympathize with the sickness. It was like she thought everybody had it, and the best you could do was to cover it up, and sometimes it would just come boiling out anyway. Then you had to point at it and condemn it, even though you knew you had it too. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| cc2caec | I wanted to know people. I wanted to love. But I didn't realize how badly I had been hurt. I didn't realize that my habit of distance had become so unconscious and deep that I didn't know how to be with another person. I could only fix that person in my imagination and turn him this way and that, trying to feel him, until my mind was tired and raw. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| 3ab0d6e | He realized what had been disturbing him about her. With other women whom he had been with in similar situations, he had experienced a relaxing sense of emptiness within them that had made it easy for him to get inside them and, once there, smear himself all over their innermost territory until it was no longer theirs but his. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| 07be2ae | We all came up out of the ground and took our forms. So much harder for us to have a form because we have one on the outside and too many inside. Depth, surface, power, fragility, direction, indirection, arrogance, servility, rocks, roots, grass, blossoms, dirt. We are a tangle of roots, a young branch, a flower, a moldy spore. You want to say, This is me; this is who I am. But you don't even know what it is, or what it's for. Time parts it.. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| ca0e86e | But now all the natural secrets have been exposed, and it is likely that the turtles have been sold to laboratory scientists who want to remove their shells so that they can wire electrodes to the turtles' skin in order to monitor their increasing terror at the loss of their shells. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| 7bd88bc | In my diary I wrote, "I fear my father's anger, but I fear my mother's love." | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| 1e68efb | I can see her mind beating around the closed car like a bird. Locked in with privileges and pleasures, but also with pain. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| d4f238b | It is strange how in moments of great crisis the mind whips back to childhood. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 3cde5c7 | People always gossiped about us, even as children. We created a strange sort of hostility wherever we went. In those days, during and after the First World War, when other children were well-mannered and conventional, we were ill-disciplined and wild. Those dreadful Delaneys | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 0168608 | The sea, like a crinkled chart, spread to the horizon, and lapped the sharp outline of the coast, while the houses were white shells in a rounded grotto, pricked here and there by a great orange sun. | coastline ocean sea sun | Daphne du Maurier | |
| bc33bf2 | Men and women who have never lived make finer captives on the printed page, or if they have lived, and are historical, then the very knowledge that they belong to a past we have not known ourselves induces fancy. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| b43d903 | With a shock, the trooper who had arrived to render aid to his fallen comrade recognized the one whose life was now bleeding out inside his armor. They had trained together. Shared meals, stories, experiences together. Now they were sharing death together. | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| 564f959 | I wondered straightaway how he could sit at peace there, of an evening, with the row of heads staring down at him. There were no pictures, no flowers: only the heads of chamois. The concession to melody was the radiogram and the stack of records of classical music. Foolishly, I had asked, "Why only chamois?" He answered at once, "They fear Man." This might have led to an argument about animals in general, domestic, wild, and those whi.. | relationships | Daphne du Maurier |