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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c635cd0 | Take care. It seems to me that people have only been saying that phrase on parting for the past few years or so. All of a sudden everyone started to say it, as if the whole country abruptly recognized that ours is a world which demands caution. | Lawrence Block | ||
| e2377f3 | What time is it?" "Time?" "Time." "Oh," She said. "A quarter to four. Mr. Markham, something terrible has happened." She didn't have to tell me that. Something perfectly dreadful had happened, by God. Someone had called me in the middle of the bloody night." | Lawrence Block | ||
| 838dca2 | We're built of contradictions, all of us. It's those opposing forces that give us strength, like an arch, each block pressing the next. | Mark Lawrence | ||
| fcd9f1a | In hospital they ask you to rate your discomfort on a scale of ten. I guess it's the best they can come up with, but it fails to capture the nature of the beast. Pain can stay the same while you change around it. And, like a thumb of constant size, what it blocks out depends on how close it gets to you. At arm's length a thumb obscures a small fragment of the day. Held close enough to your eye it can blind you to everything that matters, re.. | Mark Lawrence | ||
| 66e716e | I want to lose all harshness of jagged nerves, to be above all gentle. I feel we have achieved victory for that almost more than anything-to be able to cultivate gentleness. George Malory to his wife Ruth at the end of the Great War | Wade Davis | ||
| b697b86 | Is it love to worship a saint in heaven, whom you dare not touch, who hovers above you like a cloud, which floats away from you even as you gaze? To love is to feel one being in the world at one with us, our equal in sin as well as in virtue. To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us. Your mock sai.. | romance love | Emmuska Orczy | |
| 4aa40c6 | The invigorating scent of the sea was nectar to her wearied body, the immensity of the lonely cliffs was silent and dreamlike. Her brain only remained conscious of its ceaseless, its intolerable torture of uncertainty. | Emmuska Orczy | ||
| 7bac3a0 | But two has never been a number-- because it's only an anguish and its shadow, it's only a guitar where love feels how hopeless it is, it's the proof of someone else's infinity, | Federico García Lorca | ||
| c989d45 | In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins. The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream, and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the street corner the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the stars. Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. In a graveyard far off t.. | Federico García Lorca | ||
| 6f52b42 |
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Federico García Lorca | ||
| d4bb6eb | ndm 'mwt dfnwny m` qythrty `ndm 'mwt byn lbrtql wln`n` `ndm 'mwt | Federico García Lorca | ||
| 9e0ae3a | El campo de olivos se abre y se cierra como un abanico. Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros frios. Tiembla junco y penumbra a la orilla del rio. Se riza el aire gris. Los olivos, estan cargados de gritos. Una bandada de pajaros cautivos, | Federico García Lorca | ||
| 00f3308 | Paint me a heaven of love with your bloodied mouth. | Federico García Lorca | ||
| b82c21b | chyzyy hm hs khh `wD nmyshh. psht dyfr chyzyy hs khh nmytwnh `wD bshh chwn khsy nmyshnwhtshwn . "trjmh Hmd shmlw" | Federico García Lorca | ||
| 721c451 | It was not merely that his brother was dead. His brain, too young to realize the full paradox, wondered with an obscure self- pity why it was that the pulse of his brother's fear went on and on, when Francis was now where he had always been told there was no more terror and no more--darkness. | end-of-the-party graham-greene | Graham Greene | |
| b5c6942 | I think I have always liked my fellow men. Liking is a great deal safer than love. It doesn't demand victims. Who is your victim, Querry? | Graham Greene | ||
| 3e8a2ff | and then beginning to go back to what you can't even remember. | memory | Graham Greene | |
| 28451ce | Nothing in life was as ugly as death. | life | Graham Greene | |
| e3cb69a | I wrote at the start that this was a record of hate,... | Graham Greene | ||
| 7a48e9e | The dead of an army become automatically heroes like the dead of the Church become Martyrs. | Graham Greene | ||
| bc5d101 | Is confidence based on a rate of exchange? We used to speak of sterling qualities. Have we got to talk now about a dollar love? A dollar love, of course, would include marriage and Junior and Mother's Day, even though later it might include Reno or the Virgin Islands or wherever they go nowadays for their divorces. A dollar love had good intentions, a clear conscience, and to Hell with everybody. | Graham Greene | ||
| dd1a84f | I thought to myself: 'Is the pain a little less than when I went away?' and tried to persuade myself that it was so. | Graham Greene | ||
| b419cf1 | The influence of early books is profound. So much of the future lies on the shelves. Early reading has more influence than any religious teaching. | reading imagination | Graham Greene | |
| 05b9e13 | I don't think Communism will work--in the long run--any better than Christianity has done, and I'm not the Crusader type. Capitalism or Communism? Perhaps God is a Capitalist. I want to be on the side most likely to win during my lifetime. Don't look shocked, John. You think I'm a cynic, but I just don't want to waste a lot of time. The side that wins will be able to build the better hospitals, and give more to cancer research--when all thi.. | Graham Greene | ||
| 831b1be | She was proud of her power of prophecy, though she had not yet lived to see any of her prophecies fulfilled. | Graham Greene | ||
| fb6fd59 | He looked with horror round the room: nobody could say he hadn't done right to get away from this, to commit any crime... When the man opened his mouth he heard his father speaking, that figure in the corner was his mother: he bargained for his sister and felt no desire... He turned to Rose, 'I'm off,' and felt the faintest tinge of pity for goodness which couldn't murder to escape. | Graham Greene | ||
| 61b8e42 | Don't you believe it. I'll tell you what life is. It's gaol, it's not knowing where to get some money. Worms and cataract, cancer. You hear 'em shrieking from the upper windows- children being born. It's dying slowly. | Graham Greene | ||
| 49de195 | You try to draw everything into the net of your faith, father, but you can't steal all the virtues. Gentleness isn't Christian, self-sacrifice isn't Christian, charity isn't, remorse isn't. I expect the cavemen wept to see another's tears. | Graham Greene | ||
| 844fe9e | O thanatos einai panta apo monos tou mia apodeixe eilikrineias. | philosophical truth | Graham Greene | |
| fb1d3fa | My second wife left me because she said I was too ambitious. She didn't realize that it is only the dying who are free from ambition. And they probably have the ambition to live. Some men disguise their ambition--that's all. I was in a position to help this young man my wife loved. He soon showed his ambition then. There are different types of ambition - that is all, and my wife found she preferred mine. Because it was limitless. They do no.. | Graham Greene | ||
| 632cbc9 | It's always the same wherever one goes- it's not the most powerful rulers who have the happiest populations | Graham Greene | ||
| f46b6c5 | Why are some of us, he wondered, unable to love success or power or great beauty? Because we feel unworthy of them, because we feel more at home with failure? He didn't believe that was the reason. Perhaps one wanted the right balance, just as Christ had, the legendary figure whom he would have liked to believe in. 'Come unto me all ye that travail are and heavy laden.' Young as the girl was at that August picnic she was heavily laden with .. | Graham Greene | ||
| 8f33b0d | I remember I dreamed a lot of Sarah in those obscure days or weeks. Sometimes I would wake with a sense of pain, sometimes with pleasure. If a woman is in one's thoughts all day, one should not have to dream of her at night. | love | Graham Greene | |
| 9ea6229 | I'm afraid of the dark.' And his mother: 'Don't be silly. You know there's nothing to be afraid in the dark.' But he knew hte falsity of the reasoning; he knew how they taught also that there was nothing to fear in death, and how fearfully they avoided the idea of it. | fear | Graham Greene | |
| d237c3b | Not so bad this ending because one is getting used to endings: life like Morse, a series of dots and dashes, never forming a paragraph. | life vignettes goodbyes | Graham Greene | |
| b5f5cfd | I thought of Phuong just because of her complete absence. So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear. | love | Graham Greene | |
| 7f412b0 | Childhood was the germ of all mistrust. You were cruelly joked upon and then you cruelly joked. You lost the remembrance of pain through inflicting it. | pain jokes | Graham Greene | |
| 14f6ac4 | When you feel unable to change your bar you have become old. | Graham Greene | ||
| 6591e78 | We are sometimes so happy, and never in our lives have we known more unhappiness. It's as if we were working together on the same statue, cutting it out of each other's misery. But I don't even know the design. | Graham Greene | ||
| 9378a5f | Perhaps I should have seen that fanatic gleam, the quick response to a phrase, the magic sound of figures: Fifth Column, Third Force, Seventh Day. I might have saved us all a lot of trouble . . . | Graham Greene | ||
| 1a9f152 | Fiction is an art that calls for the strictest attention to the real - whether the writer is writing a naturalistic story or a fantasy. I mean that we always begin with what is or with what has an eminent possibility of truth about it. Even when one writes a fantasy, reality is the proper basis of it. A thing is fantastic because it is so real, so real that it is fantastic. Graham Greene has said that he can't write, "I stood over a bottoml.. | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| fdb9791 | But you do believe, don't you," Rose implored him, "you think it's true?" "Of course it's true," the Boy said. "What else could there be?" he went scornfully on. "Why," he said, "it's the only thing that fits. These atheists, they don't know nothing. Of course there's Hell. Flames and damnation," he said with his eyes on the dark shifting water and the lightning and the lamps going out above the black struts of the Palace Pier, "torments.".. | fiction religion | Graham Greene | |
| 7bd3441 | He looked like a once-green leaf that had begun to dry and to reveal the structure of its veins. | Graham Joyce | ||
| 0de82be | A wise man of Old Earth had once claimed that science would destroy mankind, not through its weapons of mass destruction, but through finally proving that there was no god. | Graham McNeill |