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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 79dd8ff | But he was absolutely alone. No one ever wrote to him. Visited him. Totally alone. And I believe the happiest man I have ever met. | loneliness solitude | John Fowles | |
| 7742983 | Nice girl, dear boy." "Oh . . ." I shrugged. "You know." "Most attractive." "Cheaper than central heating." "I'm sure." | nice-girl | John Fowles | |
| e4f56f4 | Man is an everlack, an infinite withoutness, afloat on an apparently endless ocean of apparently endless indifference to individual things. Obscurely he sees catastrophes happening to other rafts, rafts that are too distant for him to determine whether they have other humans aboard, but too numerous and too identical for him to presume that they have not. | John Fowles | ||
| cc660e2 | The river of life, of mysterious laws and mysterious choice, flows past a deserted embankment; and along that other deserted embankment Charles now begins to pace, a man behind the invisible gun carriage on which rests his own corpse. He walks towards an imminent, self-given death? I think not; for he has at which to build; has already begun, though he would still bitterly deny it, thought there are tears in his eyes to support his denial, .. | life | John Fowles | |
| 5df0897 | He makes me change, he makes me want to dance round him, bewilder him, dazzle him, dumbfound him. He' so slow, so unimaginative, so lifeless. Like zinc white. I see it's a sort of tyranny he has over me. He forces me to be changeable, to act. To show off. The hateful tyranny of weak people. | John Fowles | ||
| 9a4e466 | In our age it is not sex that raises its ugly head, but love. | modernity sex | John Fowles | |
| efe7282 | lshy' lwHyd ldhy l ynbGy 'n yHdth byn rjl w mr'@ qdm lHb lb`Dhm hw lkdhb | John Fowles | ||
| fc059cc | It was not the mask I was afraid of...but of what lay behind the mask. The eternal source of all fear, all horror, all real evil, man himself | John Fowles | ||
| 5afc299 | Death starves us of life. So we learn to fabricate our own immortalities. | fabricate fabrication immortalities immortality life starve | John Fowles | |
| bc78915 | A mixture, before the English, of irritation and bafflement, of having this same language, same past, so many same things, and yet not belonging to them any more. Being worse than rootless... speciesless. | belong belonging england english irritation language past rootless roots speciesless | John Fowles | |
| dbae94a | I could offer no consolation and I do not think he wanted any. There are situations in which consolation only threatens the equilibrium that time has instituted. | John Fowles | ||
| 36edcf9 | Greece is like a mirror. It makes you suffer. Then you learn. | John Fowles | ||
| a2dc355 | Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish in ourselves if we are to live in society. It | John Fowles | ||
| 58aa550 | Talking about acting is like boasting about pictures you're going to paint. The most terrible bad form. | John Fowles | ||
| d5f949d | There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be. | John Fowles | ||
| 2df8242 | Siradan insan uygarligin lanetidir. | crime fiction psycology | John Fowles | |
| e3e610e | Forse voi credete che i romanzieri abbiano sempre un piano predeterminato per il loro lavoro, e che il futuro previsto nel primo capitolo sia sempre, inesorabilmente, il presente del tredicesimo. In realta i romanzieri scrivono per un'infinita varieta di ragioni: per il denaro, per la fama, per i recensori, per i genitori, per gli amici, per le persone amate; per vanita, per orgoglio, per curiosita, per divertimento: nello stesso modo in cu.. | John Fowles | ||
| 0156ff5 | Ogni epoca, ogni epoca colpevole, erige alte mura intorno alle sue Versailles; e io personalmente le odio ancora di piu quando vengono costruite dalla letteratura e dall'arte. | John Fowles | ||
| 5136c59 | there are times when silence is a poem. | John Fowles | ||
| 046a369 | My dear, dear ladies," Sir Francis effused as he hastened forward, "what a long-awaited delight this is!" Courtesy demanded that he acknowledge the older lady first, and so he turned to her. Picking up Berta's limp hand from her side, he presed his lips to it and said, "Permit me to introduce myself. I am Sir Francis Belhaven." Lady Berta curtsied, her fear-widened eyes fastened on his face, and continued to press her handkerchief to her li.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| 27b27c4 | Your butler informed me you were here. I thought-that is, I wondered how things were going." "And since my butler didn't know," Ian concluded with amused irritation, "you decided to call on Elizabeth and see if you could discover for yourself?" "Something like that," the vicar said calmly. "Elizabeth regards me as a friend, I think. And so I planned to call on her and, if you weren't here, to put in a good word for you." "Only one?" Ian sai.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| 48b6632 | Las mujeres tienen suerte, aunque el noventa y nueve por ciento no lo sabe. ?A que edad se lanzo Santa Teresa a reformar monasterios? A los cincuenta. Y podria citar muchos casos mas. De los veinte a los cuarenta las mujeres se hallan absortas biologicamente... y con toda razon. Se preocupan de los ninos, los maridos, los amantes... Las relaciones personales. O subliman todas estas cosas y se lanzan a una carrera, de forma tipicamente femen.. | feminismo mary-westmacott una-hija-es-una-hija | Mary Westmacott | |
| d324825 | I am the salt of the earth, and I do not believe in the ninety percent rigmarole that is organized religion. But miracles? Miracles, my friend are a different thing entirely. From what I can see, miracles are built from love, and as far as love is concerned, I am a true believer. | love miracles | Lorna Landvik | |
| f597348 | Women with minds scare some men. We make them wonder if they're as on top of things as they think they are. | Lorna Landvik | ||
| d787069 | I hate the way bitterness is like a black, bubbling tar pit in me, and I hate the way so many memories of you are in that pit. | Lorna Landvik | ||
| e30a96e | We laughed harder than the humor deserved, which goes to show you no matter your age, you're closer to adolescence than you think. | Lorna Landvik | ||
| 34dd9cc | Farslayer howls across the world For thy heart! For thy heart! who hast wronged me, | Fred Saberhagen | ||
| 24b4e2e | Look at those mountains. They go straight up, smooth as a politician denying he ever made a campaign promise. | Philip José Farmer | ||
| df71b67 | La sabiduria consiste en saber cuando evitar al perfeccion | Philip José Farmer | ||
| cb6fcee | I live on an island called Ireland where most of the music is shite. I grew up listening to "Danny Boy"; I grew up hating Danny Boy, and all his siblings and his granny. "The pipes, the pipes are caw-haw-hawing." Anything with pipes or fiddles or even - forgive me, Paul - banjos, I detested. Songs of loss, of love, of going across the sea; songs of defiance and rebellion - I vomited on all of them." | Roddy Doyle | ||
| f982c3f | When I am gone, release me, let me go. I have so many things to see and do, You mustn't tie yourself to me with too many tears, But be thankful we had so many good years. I gave you my love, and you can only guess How much you've given me in happiness. I thank you for the love that you have shown, But now it is time I travelled on alone. So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must, Then let your grief be comforted by trust. It is only for .. | Robert Bryndza | ||
| be3708b | The world is filled with good, but it's equally overwhelmed with bad. People who commit horror and evil. You have to concentrate on what you can do, what you can influence. The ones who you can hunt down. | Robert Bryndza | ||
| a1b3b53 | in that childhood room for whose warmth and safety we search all the rest of our lives and never find again. | Belva Plain | ||
| 18f2bac | Just because people are liars is no reason for us to be fools. | Erle Stanley Gardner | ||
| d1ab6e6 | A great believer in precedent,' Della Street said. 'I think if he were ever confronted with a really novel situation he'd faint. He runs to his law books, digs around like a mole and finally comes up with case that's what he calls and was decided seventy-five or a hundred years ago. | precedent | Erle Stanley Gardner | |
| e0861ab | it's just as bad to live in a place where what you do see isn't there as it is to live in one where what you don't see is. | reality | Norton Juster | |
| 389c7c4 | I must say that I have always felt that, in the deepest sense, we are all brothers. Class distinctions have never meant anything to me; and hatred of tyranny is in my blood. Even as a small child I could never bear injustice of any kind. It offends my sense of the beautiful. It is so stupid and unaesthetic. I remember my feelings when I was first unjustly punished by my nurse. It wasn't the punishment itself which I resented; it was the clu.. | Christopher Isherwood | ||
| 9e77efc | I'm afraid, ha, ha, I find more inspiration in the Marquis de Sade. | Christopher Isherwood | ||
| b07b91e | As a final test, I tried to look Arthur in the eyes. But no, this time-honoured process didn't work. Here were no windows to the soul. They were merely part of his face, light-blue jellies, like naked shell-fish in the cervices of a rock. There was nothing to hold the attention; no sparkle, no inward gleam. Try as I would, my glance wandered way to more interesting features; the soft, snout-like nose, the concertina chin. After three or fou.. | Christopher Isherwood | ||
| 46f122b | Now, for example, people with freckles aren't thought of as a minority by the non-freckled. They aren't a minority in the sense we're talking about. And why aren't they? Because a minority is only thought of as a minority when it constitutes some kind of a threat to the majority, real or imaginary. And no threat is ever quite imaginary. | Christopher Isherwood | ||
| 254e377 | The pain of hunger beneath everything. At the end of all love-making, the dreamless sleep after the orgasm, which is like death. | love lust orgasm | Christopher Isherwood | |
| aa31e17 | No, Geo--underneath all that, Nan really loves me. It's just she wants me to see things her way. You know, she's two years older; that meant a lot when we were children. I've always thought of her as being sort of like a road--I mean, she leads somewhere. With her, I'll never lose my way. | love | Christopher Isherwood | |
| 8f955dd | I had failed him; I knew it. But I could do no more. It was beyond my strength. That night, I think, he explored the uttermost depths of his loneliness. | Christopher Isherwood | ||
| f7d2f63 | And I'll tell you something else. A minority has its own kind of aggression. It absolutely dares the majority to attack it. It hates the majority - not without a cause, I grant you. It even hates the other minorities, because all minorities are in competition: each one proclaims that its sufferings are the worst and its wrongs are the blackest. And the more they all hate, and the more they're all persecuted, the nastier they become! Do you .. | Christopher Isherwood |