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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 811fcbc | As their forces broke, the Yorkist cavalrymen raced to the horse park behind their own lines and mounted their steeds to give chase. As they thundered past, the King and Warwick, flushed with victory, yelled, 'Spare the commons! Kill the lords!' Their words went unheeded. | Alison Weir | ||
| fc9ff91 | Life is no more than the repeated fulfilling of a permanent desire. | life | Alexandre Dumas | |
| fff2f51 | Sometimes people need reasons for things, even when there are no reasons. That's what makes people believe in conspiracies or religions - if there is any difference. The world is just too complicated, so they need simple explanations. | religions world | Tad Williams | |
| e3c0f10 | I don't get it," Clarence whispered to me. "We're the only ones in the place. When are your friends supposed to get here?" "Why, bab?" asked the cream pitcher, its top opening and closing like a tiny silver mouth. "Are you thinking about asking one of the waitresses out instead?" The chuckle that followed was a little coarser than the silvery-bell variety one usually expects from invisible spirits. Clarence let out a yelp like a dog whose t.. | Tad Williams | ||
| 78f1cee | If the road to Hell is paved in good intentions, a friend of mine used to say, the road to Heaven is paved with bullshit and busy work. | Tad Williams | ||
| 7f8e336 | Why were men so caught up with their honor, their solemn word, their promises? Half the time the promises were never asked of them in the first place. And yet the wars that were fought over such things, the hearts broken and the lands ruined..! | Tad Williams | ||
| c8b1108 | Humans turn the places they live into great crowded piles of mud and stone, like the nests termites build--but what happens when in all the world there are only termite hills left but no bush? | Tad Williams | ||
| 8e3faed | It was only after they had left the bridge and its gaurdian far behind that Theo realized he had left Tansy's telephone-brooch in the pocket of his jacket. He had no plans to go back for it, of course: as far as Theo was concerned, that piece of two-legged ugliness was welcome to blow out Tansy's long-distance bill or download a ton of troll-porn and charge it to the Daisy commune. Betray me, huh? Taste the Revenge of Vilmos! | Tad Williams | ||
| 929157e | Piercing My Hearte there is A Golden Dagger; That is God Piercing God's Hearte there is a Golden Needle; That is me | Tad Williams | ||
| cb0cdcf | What's the light of Heaven look like on earth? Like sunlight streaming through clouds in the tackiest garage sale painting you ever saw. Really, it's so beautiful it's embarrassing. No subtlety whatsoever. | light | Tad Williams | |
| 825367a | Every time you open your mouth," Clarence said, "you just seem older and weirder." | Tad Williams | ||
| 335c816 | How can you care for a rough man like me?' he asked me. 'How can you love a man who can bring you no lands but the farm a soldier's pension can buy? Who can give your children no title of nobility?' Because love does not do sums, I should have told him. Love makes choices, and then gives its all. Had he seen himself as I first saw him though, he could have had no questions. | Tad Williams | ||
| 2d6b72b | Gentlemen, if my love for you equaled my ignorance of everything concerning you, it would indeed be unbounded. | Jean Plaidy | ||
| 25a6924 | What a good thing it is to have in this world one person of whom who need not cherish the smallest fear! | Jean Plaidy | ||
| bf0a81b | She took his hand and kissed it fervently. "I can never thank you enough for all you have given me. You snatched me from the dark pit of despair, of horror, and you set me here in the sunshine." | Jean Plaidy | ||
| e96234c | Could it be that the great Bonaparte is incapable of fathering a child? that it is not I who am at fault but you? | good-one josephine-bonaparte | Carolly Erickson | |
| ff8825f | I embrace Fate like a lover. All my life, Fate has wished to be my lover and tried to govern me. Now I turn to submit to his embraces. | Margaret George | ||
| 4ff7a4d | Our minds see things that our eyes cannot. I suppose something continues to exist until the mind that sees it no longer exists. | Margaret George | ||
| 987f803 | The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. She fell asleep filled with sadness, but without regret. | regret | Margaret George | |
| 6148b94 | My firm resolve was to escape my wicked cousin and my English captors. But the wind was howling, and rain was coming down in sheets. And even as I relaxed in a hot bath in my snug apartments, the clamor of the storm outside was counseling me to be patient and wait. A wise woman never does anything in a hurry. | Margaret George | ||
| fbc7144 | I realized then how odd it must seem to them to be summoned by a woman. Roman women were at home quietly minding their business or else doing what wives were known to do in joke and song: boss, nag, forbid. As a foreign queen I was the only woman who was their equal and had the power to summon them, question them, and advise them on matters other than domestic details. I thought that a pity; there should be others. | Margaret George | ||
| 76ab5d2 | Mary watched the sunset from her carriage window, realizing that such beauty could never last. Life was a golden glory that faded in the wink of an eye. Life was a village fair that only lasted for a single day. As the carriage rattled along, rocking her like a babe in arms, Mary felt very old and wise. She found that she didn't mind being taken back to the castle, to a caring captivity that was filled with comforts and kindness. And she al.. | life-lessons wisdom | Margaret George | |
| 9f58bf5 | It's difficult to continue loving someone who shits on you. | respect | Gene Wilder | |
| ea5f51d | He's probably seen that horrible Johnny Depp version of the movie. That you kids like it and not the original Gene Wilder version is sacrilege." "Mom," | Paul Tremblay | ||
| 3cf355c | I don't know what she thinks a Matilda looks like, but I've always thought that I look a little like Gene Wilder, except with longer hair and a vagina. | Melissa DeCarlo | ||
| 521107f | I have only the desire. Yet ultimately a desire is nothing but a crazy need. As | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| de938bf | He felt the chill of her secrecy, numbing him, like a poison spreading quickly through his veins. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 77a05b3 | The cosmetics that had seemed superfluous were necessary now, not to improve her but to define her somehow. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| f9a8e9a | He still had the power to stagger her at timessimply the fact that he was breathing that all his organs were in their proper places that blood flowed quietly and effectively through his small sturdy limbs. He was her flesh and blood her mother had told her in the hospital the day Akash was born. | children motherhood | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 7800498 | Time flowed for Bela in the opposite direction. The day after yesterday, she sometimes said. Pronounced slightly differently, Bela's name, the name of a flower, was itself the word for a span of time, a portion of the day. Shakal bela meant morning; bikel bela, afternoon. Ratrir bela was night. Bela's yesterday was a receptacle for anything her mind stored. Any experience or impression that had come before. Her memory was brief, its content.. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 1139f60 | And yet it felt like an invasion of the part of his body, the physical sense that was most precious: something that betrayed him and also refused to abandon him. | invasion sense | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 5c24fea | Besides, there are always pet names to tide one over: a practice of Bengali nomenclature grants, to every single person, two names. In Bengali, the word for pet name is daknam, meaning, literally, the name by which one is called, by friends, family and other intimates, at home and in other private unguarded moments. Pet names are a persistent remnant of childhood; a reminder that life is not always so serious, so formal, so complicated. The.. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 9944f55 | You got cats at home?" "No cats. Only a husband." -- | humor marriage-life | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 693a5ad | At the end of that week, Navin arrived to marry me. I was repulsed by the sight of him, not because I had betrayed him but because he still breathed, because he was there for me and had countless more days to live. And yet without his even realizing it, firmly but without force, Navin pulled me away from you, as the final gust of autumn wind pulls the last leaves from the trees. We were married, we were blessed, my hand was placed on top of.. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| a9179d0 | In their silence they continued both to protect me and to punish me. The memory of that night was now the only tie between us, eclipsing everything else. | silence | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 1fb811c | In those six weeks I regarded her arrival as I would the arrival of a coming month, or season - something inevitable, but meaningless at the same time. | jhumpa-lahiri the-third-and-final-continent | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 59f6e5d | She has the gift of accepting her life; as he comes to know her, he realizes that she has never wished she were anyone other than herself, raised in any other place, in any other way. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 4b02adf | It's easier to surrender to confinement. | immigrant-experience surrender | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 4773d99 | Unlike her parents, and her other relatives, her grandmother had not admonished Ashima not to eat beef or wear skirts or cut off her hair or forget her family the moment she landed in Boston. Her grandmother had not been fearful of such signs of betrayal; she was the only person to predict, rightly, that Ashima would never change. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 30bd8b9 | They still feel somehow in transit, still disconnected from their lives, bound up in an alternate schedule, an intimacy only the four of them would share. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 266c9be | The givers and keepers of Gogol's name are far from him now. One dead. Another, a widow, on the verge of a different sort of departure, in order to dwell, as his father does, in a separate world. She will call him, once a week, on the phone. She will learn to send e-mail, she says. Once or twice a week, he will hear "Gogol" over the wires, see it typed on a screen. As for all the people in the house, all the mashis and meshos to whom he is .. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 4acfbd3 | Man upon this earth must expect everything, and ought to face everything. | bravery honour preparation | Alexandre Dumas | |
| 52eb0ce | The voice of human nature is nothing but one prolonged cry. | humanity pain | Alexandre Dumas | |
| d8d01f8 | We need food. We need water. We need warmth. And the lover feels he/she needs the beloved. Plato had it right over two thousand years ago. The god of love "lives in a state of need."41" | Helen Fisher |