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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5ffe961 | Outside, the city is changing. While we have been talking of God's laws and seacrets of the earth, a cold fog has come rolling off the sea, pushing through the allys, sliding over the water, rubbing up agienst the cold stone. As I walk the street falls away behind me, the shop's blue awning lost within seconds. People move like ghosts, their voices disconnected from their bodies; as fast as they loom up they dissapear agien. The fog is so d.. | Sarah Dunant | ||
| 120a5b5 | There is more glory in peace than in war, | Sarah Dunant | ||
| c207d52 | If you love a man for his honesty, you cannot become angry when he shows it. | Sarah Dunant | ||
| 4e0e559 | She is only a young woman who did not want to become a nun. The world is full of them. | Sarah Dunant | ||
| bc728ed | Birth, coupling, death. The more she thinks about it, the more it seems that that is all there is: a wheel turning over and over, moving so fast that sometimes you cannot even make out the spokes. It is a wonder there is any room for poetry. | poetry meaning | Sarah Dunant | |
| 4164e8d | How are you speaking?" Gryndal asked. "With my mouth," she said. "Does everyone play that game?" -- | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 651ecda | Royce watched the courier ride out of sight before taking off his imperial uniform. Turning to face Hadrian, he said, "Well, that wasn't so hard." "Will?" Hadrian asked as the two slipped into the forest. Royce nodded. "Remember yesterday you complained that you'd rather be an actor? I was giving you a part: Will, the Imperial Checkpoint Sentry. I thought you did rather well with the role." "You know, you don't need to mock all my ideas." H.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 17c292e | Royce found Hadrian splitting logs near the stockade gate. He was naked to the waist except for the small silver medallion that dangled from his neck as he bent forward to place another wedge. He had a solid sweat worked up along with a sizable pile of wood. "Been meddling, have you?" Royce asked, looking around at the hive of activity. "You must admit they didn't have much in the way of a defense plan," Hadrian said, pausing to wipe the sw.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 3419d2d | You alive?" Hadrian asked. "If I were dead, I don't think there'd be geese." Royce tilted his head up to catch the arrow of birds heading south. "But maybe they're evil geese." "Evil geese?" "We have no idea what goes on in the water fowl world. They might have been a gang that stole eggs or something." "I'm guessing you have a fever." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 59e7598 | Dear Maribor, you're heavy," Hadrian growled as he untied the rope. "No, I'm not. You're wounded." Royce moved his hand and felt the blood-soaked clothes. "God, we're bleeding like a slit throat." "You're bleeding more than me," Hadrian said. "Oh, does that make you feel better?" "Actually it does." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| af0bbbe | Always remember that the tales of another are never as wondrous as your own. | life life-experience | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| 2183dfa | Alric looked up at the thief with a scowl. "I just want to say for the record that as far as royal protectors go, you're not very good." "It's my first day," Royce replied dryly." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| fe82f34 | I hate dwarves. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| f547446 | Although men were strong like rocks, any stone could crack. Women were more like water. They nurtured life and could shape the hardest granite through unrelenting determination. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| caf7fd1 | Believing the worst of people, of the world in general, was a trap too easy to fall into. Hadrian had fought beside soldiers who'd developed similar views. Such men saw evil and virtue as concepts of naivete. In their minds, there was no such thing as murder, an killing was just something you did when circumstances warranted. A terrible way to live. What good is a world - what is the point of living - if generosity and kindness are myths? | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 7719a80 | I notice you didn't include a blade with your new attire," Royce said. "Not even a little jeweled dagger." "Lords no." Albert looked appalled. "I don't fight." "I thought all nobles learned sword fighting." Royce looked to Hadrian. "I thought so too." "Nobles with competent fathers perhaps. I spent my formative years at my aunt's at Huffington Manor. She held a daily salon, where a dozen noble ladies came to discuss all manner of philosophi.. | stereotypes humor noble fighting | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| 7ac995d | Do you think the Gilarabrywn knows we're still in here?" "Esrahaddon said it was intelligent, so I presume it can count." "Then it will come back and find us. We have to reach the castle. The distance across the open is about--what? Two hundred feet?" "About that," Royce confirmed. "I guess we can hope it's still munching on Millie. Ready?" "Run spread out so it can't get both of us. Go." The grass was slick with dew and filled with stumps .. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 311652d | That's--why, that's wonderful!" Hadrian burst out as he leapt to his feet and hugged her. "Congratulations! He didn't even say anything. We'll be like family! It's about time he got around to this. I would have asked for your hand myself years ago, except I knew if I did, I'd wake up dead the next morning" | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| bf93d0a | The gods don't give a gift that precious to someone so undeserving." "Are you my priest now?" Hadrian stared at him. Royce looked back down at the stream below. "She doesn't even know me. What if she doesn't like me? Few people do." "She might not at first. Maribor knows I didn't. But you have a way of growing on a person." He smiled. "You know, like lichen or mold." Royce looked up and scowled. "Okay, forget what I said. Definitely steer c.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 1e0bb6c | Arcadius was nothing but an old hack, what Cenzars used to refer to as a faquin, an elven term for the most inept magician--knowledge without talent. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| be07675 | You don't win battles with hate. Anger and hate can make you brave, make you strong, but they also make you stupid. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 46b2d6a | If anyone had asked Royce Melborn what he hated most at that moment, he would've said dogs. Dogs and dwarves topped his list, both equally despised for having so much in common--each was short, vicious, and inexcusably hairy. | dwarves | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| bdc57bd | Reason, truth, innocence" --Royce sat back against the wall and folded his arms--"unicorns, pixies, and dragons; you're not that young to believe in such things. How is it that you fancy yourself a resident of a make-believe world." "I told you. At this point, it's a choice." "It's not. It's fooling yourself. I can decide between eating fish or pork, but I can only pretend to eat unicorn meat. I can't actually eat a unicorn. The world is th.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 9a2faf0 | A volte, quando avete capito che il vostro treno non si sta veramente muovendo, potete passare un altro mezzo minuto sospesi tra due regni della coscienza: quello che sa che non vi state muovendo e quello che invece ne ha la sensazione. Potete svolazzare avanti e indietro tra queste percezioni e provare una specie di vertigine mentale. E se e cosi, siete nel territorio della pazzia: un luogo dove le false impressioni hanno tutte le caratter.. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 3f219cb | Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. IT has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slipcover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| ae7a56c | Now, I would say to myself, you are feeling alienated from people and unlike other people, therefore you are projecting your discomfort onto them. When you look at a face, you see a blob of rubber because you are worried that your face is a blob of rubber. This clarity made me able to behave normally, which posed some interesting questions. Was everybody seeing this stuff and acting as though they weren't? Was insanity just a matter of drop.. | madness insanity | Susanna Kaysen | |
| 2d4c20b | Once you start parsing a face, it's a peculiar item: squishy, pointy, with lots of air vents and wet spots. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 9370f9d | We say that Columbus discovered America and Newton discovered gravity, as though America and gravity weren't there until Columbus and Newton got wind of them. This was the way I felt about the tunnels. They weren't news to anybody else, but they made such an impression on me that I felt I'd conjured them into being. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 2815b0c | Translation: I need to know the particulars of craziness so I can assure myself that I'm not crazy. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| cf7ba1e | We might get out sometime, but she was locked up forever in that body. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| ab6d85a | You can see why doubting one's own craziness is considered a good sign: It's a sort of flailing response by the second interpreter. What's happening? the second interpreter is saying. He tells me it's a tiger but I'm not convinced; maybe there's something wrong with me. Enough doubt is in there to give "reality" a toehold." | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 440ed15 | Reality was getting too dense. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| b3e34ee | Vittima dell'intolleranza sociale verso comportamenti devianti. | società follia | Susanna Kaysen | |
| 53fef94 | Suicide is a form of murder--premeditated murder. It isn't something you do the first time you think of doing it. It takes getting used to. And you need the means, the opportunity, the motive. A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| e0cd827 | How many girls do you think a seventeen-year-old boy would have to screw to earn the label "compulsively promiscuous"? Three? No, not enough. Six? Doubtful. Ten? That sounds more likely. Probably in the fifteen-to-twenty range, would be my guess--if they ever put that label on boys, which I don't recall their doing. And for seventeen-year-old, how many boys?" | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| a48171a | When I get it home and start to read it, the first thing I notice is that Warren has copyrighted the phrase "Purpose-driven." It has a little (r) after it. This makes me angry. Did Jesus copyright "Turn the Other Cheek"(r)? Did Moses trademark "Let My People Go?"(tm)" | A.J. Jacobs | ||
| 08a8fd9 | I'm hungry enough that I started to salivate at the sight of lettuce. I repeat: lettuce. | A.J. Jacobs | ||
| 75091a7 | Back to the books. The world's largest bell was built in 1733 in Moscow, and weighed in at more than four hundred thousand pounds. It never rang--it was broken by fire before it could be struck. What a sad little story. All that work, all that planning, all those expectations--then nothing. Now it just sits there in Russia, a big metallic symbol of failure. I have a moment of silence for the silent bell. | A.J. Jacobs | ||
| 27bf4e6 | Sometimes, through the window of a car coming the other way, she caught a glimpse if a stranger's face, then it was gone, like a book you open then close at once. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| a97ee3f | What a coward she was after all! She tried to think of some hero out of one of her books, someone whose skin she could slip into, to make her feel stronger, bigger, braver. Why could she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She usually found it so easy to escape somewhere else, to get right inside the minds of people and | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 0d827b1 | She was gone. And his heart was beating too loud and too fast. Into nothingness. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| dffff1f | Look at your daughter,' she whispered. 'As brave as...as.." She wanted to compare Meggie to a hero in some story but all the heroes she could think of were men, and anyway none of them seemed to her brave enough for comparison to the girl standing there, perfectly straight, scrutinizing Capricorn's Black Jackets, with her chin jutting out defiantly." | reading meggie inkheart | Cornelia Funke | |
| ff30c2a | Bo : Prop's very brave and I'm | Cornelia Funke The Thief Lord | ||
| 172a8a4 | Yesterday. Was there a more merciless word? | Cornelia Funke |