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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 34954e9 | What length will a mother go to on behalf of her child? How long is time? What is the depth of love? -- | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 6b3cb13 | It's a mean world," she'd say. She was usually glad enough to be back. "There's nobody to take care of you out there." -- | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| d144682 | Or maybe I was just a girl, interrupted | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 4f374cc | imagined my character as a plate or shirt that had been manufactured incorrectly and was therefore useless. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| d4f59b0 | I wanted to get rid of a certain aspect of my character. I was performing a kind of self-abortion with those aspirin. It worked for a while. Then it stopped; but I had no heart to try again. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 9863abb | It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 21f37d1 | What does the sign say?" " 'If you lived here, you'd be home now.' " She clenched her hands with excitement. "See, every day people will drive past and read that sign and think, 'Yeah, if I lived here I'd be home now,' and I will be home. Motherfuckers." | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 6d37680 | like putting a gun in your mouth. But you put it there, you taste it, it's cold and greasy, your finger is on the trigger, and you find that a whole world lies between this moment and the moment you've been planning, when you'll pull the trigger. That world defeats you. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| f4fd047 | Viscosity causes the stillness of disinclination; velocity causes the stillness of fascination. An observer can't tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| b7849cc | Back then I didn't know that Ior anyonecould make a life out of boyfriends and literature. As far as I could see, life demanded skills I didn't have. The result was chronic emptiness and boredom. There were more pernicious results as well: selfloathing, alternating with "inappropriately intense anger with frequent displays of temper..." | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| ab3f433 | Life was hellish, she knew that. But, her smile hinted, she'd burned all that out of her. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 69163da | In a strange way we were free. We'd reached the end of the line. We had nothing more to lose. Our privacy, our liberty, our dignity: All of this was gone and we were stripped down to the bare bones of our selves. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 03da0f7 | Thus, our keepers. As for finders--well, we had to be our own finders. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 7f9a307 | One of my teachers told me I was a nihilist. He meant it as an insult but i took it as a compliment. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 7e97525 | By the time we hit the streets they were silent and closed in on us, and they had assumed the Nonchalant Look, an expression that said, I am not a nurse escorting six lunatics to the ice cream parlor. But they were, and we were their six lunatics, so we behaved like lunatics. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 3619e78 | 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 | ||
| 88a6e57 | Why should we always try to be true to our natural selves? What if our natural selves are assholes? Stalin was true to himself | A.J. Jacobs | ||
| cd3ccc6 | I did get a colonic, but I've decided not write about it at length. I didn't find it helpful or enlightening. I can tell you want it felt like, though: It felt like someone shooting water up your butt. | A.J. Jacobs | ||
| d4df4ec | The MRI has a repertoire of noises that resemble, in no particular order: a game-show buzzer for a wrong answer, urgent knocking, a modem from 1992, a grizzly-bear growl, and a man with a raspy voice shouting what sounds like "mother cooler!" | A.J. Jacobs | ||
| c1452bd | Med students panic their first year when they learn all the diseases. It's not until the second year that they learn the cures. | A.J. Jacobs | ||
| c749aa5 | Mormons were the first settlers. Not sure Joseph Smith would approve of today's topless showgirls and liquor. Though he would like the volcano at the Mirage. Everybody likes the volcano. | A.J. Jacobs | ||
| 850be09 | I think there's something to the idea that the divine dwells more easily in text than in images. Text allows for more abstract thought, more of a separation between you and the physical world, more room for you and God to meet in the middle. I find it hard enough to conceive of an infinite being. Imagine if those original scrolls came in the form of a graphic novel with pictures of the Lord? I'd never come close to communing with the divine.. | divine graven-images text | A.J. Jacobs | |
| 990295d | Unfaithfulness in public stations is deeply criminal [he wrote to Abigail]. But there is no encouragement to be faithful. Neither profit, nor honor, nor applause is acquired by faithfulness. . . . There is too much corruption, even in this infant age of our Republic. Virtue is not in fashion. Vice is not infamous. | David McCullough | ||
| 655e196 | Two minutes and fourteen seconds later, he'd somehow gotten trapped in a black hole on a site called Tumblr that led to porn of a most enthusiastic variety, if the faces of the six people on the screen had any measure. Gus may have shrieked slightly when one of the pornographic actors, a large Caucasian male with exuberant-looking nipples, glared at one of the females, gave a cocky smirk, and said, "I'm gonna get yo mouth pregnant." Gus sla.. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 204ed0c | What, the glass is half-full instead of half-empty? Bullshit. What they don't tell you is that regardless of how full the glass is, it's filled with acid, and you'll burn your face off. | who-we-are | T.J. Klune | |
| 704a4d6 | Everything is so vast. It's humbling to remember just how small we really are. | T.J. Klune | ||
| a91241f | I woke up and knew he was gone. Straightaway I knew he was gone. When you love somebody you know these things. David Almond, Skellig | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 24eb19b | First he sees her only in his dreams. Skin as white as moonlight. Eyes like water drowning you. Hair like spider webs. Fairy. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 54c09fd | Her grandmother cursed the pain as she hobbled down the corridor. I soon learned Zelda always swears using strange plant names: stinkwort, nettlemuck, skunkbush, sumac. She seemed to have an endless supply of those. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 5f105f2 | Meggie looked up at the dense thicket of branches. She had never set eyes on a tree like it before. The bark was reddish brown, but as rough as the bark of an oak, and the trunk did not branch until high up in the tree, although it had so many bulges that you could find footholds and handholds everywhere. In some places huge tree fungi formed platforms. Hollows gaped in the towering trunk, and crevices full of feathers showed that human bei.. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| b4094a6 | Death has white hounds. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 88aa883 | Sometimes we think we know people at first sight," he said. "As though we'd met them a hundred times before, in another life, in another world. And then we realize that we know nothing. How did they look as children? What dreams startle them from their sleep?" | Cornelia Funke | ||
| bd91204 | It was like a promise that wishes could come true, that desire might lead to more than yearning. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 74ad2f7 | No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing spurge. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 7ebac6e | Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| c8efc2e | Mortimer!" Orpheus produced a derisive smile, although with some difficulty. "Is your head buried so deep in your wine jug that you don't know what's going on in this world of yours? He's not doing any reading now. The bookbinder prefers to play the outlaw these days - the role you created especially for him." | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 0988cdd | No te preocupes por no poder hablar -solia decirle Dedo Polvoriento-. La gente no suele prestar atencion. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 7c9b144 | Ketakutan membunuh segalanya. Akal, hati dan juga fantasi | Cornelia Funke | ||
| d3cd336 | The books in Mo and Meggie's house were stacked under tables, on chairs, in the corners of the rooms. There were books in the kitchen and books in the lavatory. Books on the TV set and in the closet, small piles of books, tall piles of books, books thick and thin, books old and new. They welcomed Meggie down to breakfast with invitingly opened pages; they kept boredom at bay when the weather was bad. And sometimes you fell over them. "He's .. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 3ef7c8a | Nichts war grausamer als ein Herz aus Fleisch und Blut, weil es wusste, was Schmerzen bereitet. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 6cba14a | That was what made fighting so easy - you could always choose death rather than captivity. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| e74bbcb | One day God felt he ought to give his workshop a spring-clean.... It was amazing what ragged bits and pieces came out from under his workbench as he swept. Beginnings of creatures, bits that looked useful but had seemed wrong, ideas that he'd mislaid and forgotten.... There was even a tiny lump of sun. He scratched his head. What could be done with all this rubbish? Ted Hughes, "Leftovers," from The Dreamfighter" -- | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 6f2418c | But his heart, strangely enough, told him something else. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| edbd7ce | Nothing was more cruel than a heart made of flesh and blood, because it knew what gives pain. | Cornelia Funke |