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| 9a62be1 | The underlying foundation of life in New England was one of profound, unutterable, and therefore unuttered, melancholy, which regarded human existence itself as a ghastly risk, and, in the case of the vast majority of human beings, an inconceivable misfortune. | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
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In my opinion, it is you considerate, humane men, that are responsible for all the brutality and outrage wrought by these wretches; because, if it were not for your sanction and influence, the whole system could not keep foothold for an hour. If there were no planters except such as that one,>> said he, pointing with his finger to Legree, who stood with his back to them, <|
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| a5671e4 | Oh my Eva, whose little hour on earth did so much good... what account have I to give for my long years? | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| f22b832 | There's no happy ending ... Nevertheless, we might well say that is exactly Harriet Beecher Stowe's point. In 1852 slavery had not been abolished. Slaves were still on the plantations and many of them were in the hands of people like Legree. Her book was written to shame the collective conscience of America into action against an atrocity which was still continuing. So a happy ending would have been, frankly, a lie and a betrayal. ... | heroes thomas-a-shippey uncle-tom-s-cabin | Thomas A. Shippey | |
| 2e6c790 | Look at the high and the low, all the world over, and it's the same story,--the lower class used up, body, soul and spirit, for the good of the upper. | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| 54f4d96 | That's right; put on the steam, fasten down the escape-valve, and sit on it, and see there you'll land. | irrationality stupid-decisions | Harriet Beecher Stowe | |
| c36cd30 | Liberty! -- Electric word! | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| f95b861 | We seem to believe it is possible to ward off death by following rules of good grooming. | Don DeLillo | ||
| e4e93d9 | When I was a child, I sometimes wondered if you were my guardian angel. Now that I'm older I know that you are. | Tammara Webber | ||
| 5d5d94d | Elegir estar contigo no es una dificil decision Jacqueline... Es facil, increiblemente facil. | love easy lucas-maxfield | Tammara Webber | |
| 9b323c7 | I'm a coward. A willing coward, complicit in my own fall. I've never told him that I love him, as if refusing to say it aloud would somehow shield us both, but it hasn't. Like an untamed, sentient thing, full of I am and yet estranged from me, my heart discerns its own truth and knows that this omission is a lie. | Tammara Webber | ||
| 538f1ff | Why me?" I hear his answer in my head before he says it. "Don't know, honey. But there's a reason for everything." Dad pats my hand. "We'll just have to wait patiently to see what it is." As i do every time he says that or something like this, I bite back what I'd say if I could reply honestly. I don't believe there's a reason for everything, and having faith doesn't mean I'm blind. I believe people make poor choices. I believed bad things .. | Tammara Webber | ||
| 188d8ee | You said you have faith in us. You told me to come to you when I was ready to be fearless. The truth is, I don't know if I can be fearless. I've lost myself, Reid, and I'm still so scared. But I'm ready to try. If you still want to, I'm ready. | Tammara Webber | ||
| dbd5fbe | Take this. When you're ready, I want to put it on your finger. I want you to meet my son. I want you to let me bring you into my world - because I need you there. The media crap is just PR. Piece of cake for you, trust me. There are a hundred people ready to help us nail it. Let me help you rebuild your faith, because that's who you are, and I love who you are. 'Remember last fall, when you needed to be reckless, and I told you to use me? W.. | Tammara Webber | ||
| 276aa6e | I'd always defined jealousy as coveting what someone else has. | Tammara Webber | ||
| 68eee39 | It's my baby. I can't just let her give it away-- | Tammara Webber | ||
| 6e2a616 | I wanted to ask God to help me but I could utter only words, dark, useless words which fell on the floor beside me and rolled off into the corners and underneath the bed. | Beatrice Sparks | ||
| d952800 | Como puedo sentirme tan miserable, turbada, humillada, apaleada, y hablar todavia, funcionar, sonreir y, concentrarme? | Beatrice Sparks | ||
| 97f495e | Incluso con mis amigas no soy realmente yo misma. En parte soy otra; tratando de encajar, de decir cosas apropiadas, de hacer las cosas requeridas, de estar en el lugar mas indicado, de vestir como visten todos. A veces pienso que cada uno trata de ser la sombra de otro; compramos los mismos discos y hacemos como los demas, aunque no nos guste. Los muchachos son como robots, piezas en linea para el montaje, y yo no quiero ser un robot. | Beatrice Sparks | ||
| 9508038 | Hey, S.T.," Sydney says finally. I don't budge. She nudges me with her elbow. "You want to know something?" I still can't look up. But I nod. "It's not your fault either." She says this like it's not big deal. Like it's nothing. But it's everything." | truth release relief | Patricia McCormick | |
| 0b8bec3 | You never come back, not all the way. Always, there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier, thin as the glass of a mirror. You never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 455e2b9 | And then the horror sets in. All that time I wasn't crazy; I was, in fact, crazy. It's hopeless. I'm hopeless. Bipolar disorder. Manic depression. I'm sick. It's true. It isn't going to go away. All my life, I've thought that if I just worked hard enough, it would. I've always thought that if I just pulled myself together, I'd be a good person, a calm person, a person like everyone | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 256ba00 | Here's how you make absolutely sure that you'll keep getting crazier by the day: - Ignore everything your psychiatrist tells you. Disregard all his warnings about the way you're living your life - in fact, do absolutely everything he tells you not to. - Don't always take your pills. They're a hassle, and what if they make you dull? You don't need them. And if you're going to take the pills, take them with a glass of wine. It will make the m.. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| a096a03 | I learned very early to choose my lines carefully. I still have a terrible habit, when people pause too long between words, of feeding them their line. I know my lines in advance. I dress for occasions, for personae. There are women in my closet, hanging on my hangers, a different woman for each suit, each dress, each pair of shoes. I hoard clothes. My makeup spills from the bathroom drawers, and there are different women for different lips.. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 756789a | Here's the hell of it: madness doesn't announce itself. There isn't time to prepare for its coming. It shows up without calling and sits in your kitchen ashing in your plant. You ask how long it plans to stay; it shrugs its shoulders, gets up, and starts digging through the fridge. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 819cbc3 | There are other kinds of damage, to the people in your life, to your sense of who you are and what you can do, to your future | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 317d82b | If you think of someone's good qualities as the umeboshi in an onigiri it's as if their qualities are stuck to their back! People around the world are like onigiri. Everyone has an umeboshi with a different shape and color and flavor. But because it's stuck on their back they might not be able to see their umeboshi. "There's nothing special about me. I'm just white rice." That's not true. There is an umeboshi on your back. Maybe the reason .. | Natsuki Takaya | ||
| d8a4ba3 | If someone talks trash, you can just trash them back. Clamming up in a corner makes the thing half your fault." "[...] There are people out there who get crushed by that logic." | Natsuki Takaya | ||
| dd2f248 | There would never be room for an onigiri in a fruits basket. | Natsuki Takaya | ||
| 6945ca6 | But...I think...I want to live with all my memories. Even if they're sad memories. Even if they're memories that only hurt me. Even...even if they're memories that I'd rather forget. If I keep them and I keep trying, without running away...if I keep trying, then someday...someday I'll be strong enough that those memories can't defeat me. I believe that...I want to...believe that. Because I want to think...that there's no such thing...as a m.. | momiji natsuki-takaya | Natsuki Takaya | |
| 7a12a95 | Tony sat in the only chair, a large, overstuffed, ripped and torn chair that had huge wings that made it look as if it was going to close itself around Tony and somehow swallow and digest him and he would end up on a shelf somewhere in the dark and dusty corner of a secondhand furniture store staring back at the cat sitting on the floor staring up at him, a not-for-sale sign hanging from his chest. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| f7ab138 | That's great. Tell me about it. I hate my life. I'm at the point where I want to hear about other people's lives. it's like switching from fiction to biography. The beginning of the end. | Don DeLillo | ||
| ac26133 | They drank a few glasses of soda after eating their pie and grooved behind the dope and the waitress and giggled and scratched for a while, then dropped another dexie, got a couple of containers of coffee, and split and continued toward Miami and the connections. They were quiet for a while, listening to the music and feeling warm and secure with the dope and the future, each smiling inwardly thinking about the end of their problems and the.. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| f16b602 | he suddenly swerved in the other lane and there was the screeching of brakes and screams and curses and he gave them all the finger out the window and continued to weave his way through the traffic, giving his perpetual finger to the horn blowers as he pounded his own, and yelling to them, What else ya get fa Christmas besides a new horn, | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| ae89bff | Then suddenly it was gray and windy and cold and rainy and then the sleet and snow came and even if you could find the sun it seemed to have lost its warmth. From time to time Marion fiddled with a sketch pad, but her hand seemed to be moving the pencil while the rest of her was completely detached from the action. Occasionally they would attempt to resurrect their enthusiasm for the coffee house, and their other plans, but for the, most pa.. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| 36ac6a1 | She a nice lady ol auntie ... but ol moms was somethin else, she really somethin else. Harrys eyes were closed and he was leanin back remembering how his mother always protected him from the cold wind in the winter when he was a kid, and how warm she felt when he got in the house and she hugged the cold out of his ears and cheeks and always had a bowl of hot soup waiting. ... Yeah, I guess the old lady was pretty groovy too. I guess its a b.. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| 88b8890 | THE SUN WAS DOWN which made it night time, but Harry and Tyrone were bugged with all the lights that stabbed and slashed and skewered their eyeballs. They hung tough behind their shades. Daytime is a drag, when the sun is shining, the sunlight bouncing off windows and cars and buildings and the sidewalk and the goddamn glare pushing on your eyeballs like two big thumbs and you look forward to the night when you can get some relief from the .. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| 953a99c | and they continued their lovemaking until the dawns early light started seeping through the shades and curtains and the heat of their love-making cooled in the warmth of the sun and they were suddenly, and completely, asleep. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| 5a35de7 | Harry and Tyrone were holding out a little more on each other each day. If one guy somehow got caught short and his nose and eyes were running and his body shivering as they scuffled and hustled the street trying to cop, and asked the other one to give him a taste, the guy swore up and down he had nothing, that he had just done in his cottons, and he would start shaking, trying to fake his friend out. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| 03a32b8 | A little orange? Ada kept nodding as she stared in the mirror at Saras reflection, Yeah, it looks like it could be, maybe, a little orange. A little orange? Its a little orange like being a little bit pregnant. Ada shrugged again. So whats to worry? Itll be alright. Whats to worry? Someone may try to juice me. Relax, relax, dolly. It just needs a little more dye. Itll be alright for the television. I look like a thermometer. Thats what I lo.. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| 9bd65b9 | You are the happy one. I am the doomed fool. | happiness love fool | Don DeLillo | |
| 1d54413 | Why are free spirits always so fucking dumb? | people freedom stupidity free-spirits fucking | Don DeLillo | |
| 6ee0848 | I want to put your voice back inside your body, where it belongs. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 2c49fbe | But from within the carton, Morty's American flag - which I know is folded there, at the very bottom, in the official way - tells me, "It's against some Jewish law," and so, on into the car he went with the carton, and then he drove it down to the beach, to the boardwalk, which was no longer there. The boardwalk was gone. Good-bye, boardwalk. The ocean had finally carried it away. The Atlantic is a powerful ocean. Death is a terrible thing... | Philip Roth |