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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8f75184 | I am my own tapestry, then, made as I could for myself. Some holes in my fabric have been made by others, some torn by chance. Missing threads in the weave represent all those I have loved who died so long before me | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| 14edd9c | Home at last, and my little ranch house looks mighty plain, but it is home to me and I am glad to see it. | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| 198bd48 | There is no way to tell if we are the pioneers of a visionary new age, whisking humanity into the high vibrations of an interdimensional love party, or post-modern Don Quixotes attacking techno-industrial windmills with our flimsy, rolled-up yoga mats. | energy-healing gnosticism | Jonathan Talat Phillips | |
| 2abf780 | merchants who financed this expedition viewed it as a reconnaissance mission rather than a trading venture and little cargo was loaded on board the ships. Instead, all available space was converted into living space for the large number of men on board, a necessary feature of long voyages into the unknown. Many would die on the outward trip and for those that survived there was a cornucopia of tropical diseases awaiting them on their arriva.. | Giles Milton | ||
| 6954c40 | Guinevere grimaced. 'Do you know how cloying love can be, Derfel? I don't want to be worshipped. I don't want every whim granted. I want to feel there's something biting back. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 5f92654 | In madness lies change, in change is opportunity, and in opportunity are riches. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 8bed10b | Love is a voyage too, a voyage with no destination except death, but a voyage of bliss. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 3457b62 | We had to fight, because to decline battle was a defeat. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 71ae8a8 | Instinct is a strange thing. You cannot touch it, feel it, smell it, or hear it, but you must trust it, and that night, as we listened to the slap of the waves and the creak of the oars, I was as certain as I could be that my fears were justified. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 657eecc | E enquanto houver um reino nesta ilha varrida pelo vento, havera guerra. Portanto nao podemos nos encolher para longe da guerra. Nao podemos nos esconder de sua crueldade, de seu sangue, do fedor, da malignidade ou do jubilo, porque a guerra vira para nos, desejemos ou nao. Guerra e destino, e o destino e inexoravel. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| e59b849 | The Lord Uhtred sought to annoy you, bishop," the king said, "and it is best not to give him the satisfaction of showing that he has succeeded." | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 5db303c | I think only one man in three is a warrior, and sometimes not even that many, but in our army, Uhtred, every man is a fighter. If you do not want to be a warrior you stay home in Denmark. You till the soil, herd sheep, fish the sea, but you do not take to the ships and become a fighter. But here in England? Every man is forced to the fight, yet only one in three or maybe only one in four has the belly for it. The rest are farmers who just w.. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| e501c64 | I was Uhtred, Lord of Bebbanburg, in my war-glory. The arm rings of fallen enemies glinted on my forearms, my shield was newly painted with the snarling wolf's head of my house, while another wolf, this one of silver, crouched on the crest of my polished helmet. My mail was tight, polished with sand, my sword belt and scabbard and bridle and saddle were studded with silver, there was a gold chain at my neck, my boots were panelled with silv.. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| ddd578c | A humble god! You might as well have a toothless wolf! The gods are the gods, ruling thunder and commanding storms, they are the lords of night and day, of fire and ice, the givers of disaster and of triumph. To this day I do not understand why folk become Christians unless it's simply that the other gods enjoy a joke. I have often suspected that Loki, the trickster god, invented Christianity because it has his wicked stench all over it. I .. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| b16a728 | He needed to know it, see it, smell it, and survive it. I was training the boy not just to be a warrior, but to be a king. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 1b2c935 | Forward now. Forward to battle slaughter. Beware the man who loves battle. Ravn had told me that only one man in three or perhaps one man in four is a real warrior and the rest are reluctant fighters, but I was to learn that only one man in twenty is a lover of battle. Such men were the most dangerous, the most skillful, the ones who reaped the souls, and the ones to fear. I was such a one, and that day, beside the river where the blood flo.. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 4fdad76 | Gods fight, Ragnar went on earnestly, and some win, some lose. The Christian god is losing. Otherwise why would we be here? Why would we be winning? The gods reward us if we give them respect, but the Christian god doesn't help his people, does he? They weep rivers of tears for him, they pray to him, they give him their silver, & we come along & slaughter them! Their god is pathetic. If he had any real power then we wouldn't be here, would .. | gods religion-christianity | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 52a0e68 | Earsling,' a harsh voice challenged me from beside the Wheatsheaf's heart. 'What rancid demon brought you here to spoil my day?' I stared. And stared. Because the last person I had ever expected to see in AEthelred's stronghold of Gleawecestre was staring at me. 'Well, earsling?' he demanded, 'what are you doing here?' It was my father. | cornwell saxon-stories the-empty-throne uhtred | Bernard Cornwell | |
| ee2ecf2 | My dear Lord,' I said, but not to him. I spoke to Arthur. And I watched and wept, my arm around Ceinwyn, as the pale boat was swallowed by the shimmering silver mist. And so my Lord was gone. And no one has seen him since. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 2476b1f | If you roll the dice often enough you always get the numbers you want. If I tell you the sun will shine tomorrow and that it will rain and there will be snow and that clouds will cover the sky and that wind will blow and that it will be a calm day and that thunder will deafen us, then one of those things will turn out to be true and you'll forget the rest because you want to believe that I really can tell the future. | skepticism superstition | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 5615fb5 | O mundo esta apodrecendo. A Igreja e corrupta e os reis sao fracos. Cabe a nos fazer um mundo novo, amado por Deus, mas para faze-lo temos de destruir o velho. Temos de tomar o poder e depois dar o poder a Deus. E por isso que estamos lutando. | fight inspirational | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 223a690 | And afterwards, you recall little, except the blows that so nearly killed you. You work and push and stab to make an opening in their shield wall. And then you grunt and lunge and slash to widen the gap. And only then does the madness take over. As the enemy breaks and you can begin to kill like a god. Because the enemy is scared and running or scared and frozen. And all they can do is die while you harvest souls. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| a2b2811 | He was watching my eyes. A man who uses a sword with lethal skill always matches his opponent's eyes. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 26991fd | Always fight the horse, not the rider. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| f7ff873 | The Immortals were about to engage the Impregnable. The unbeaten would fight the unbeatable. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| c9d442c | Dreams are like songs. Their task is not to offer an exact image of the world, but a suggestion of it. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| c0e5f06 | I like to see a man obeying a woman," Father Pyrlig said as I fetched the loaf. "Why's that?" I asked. "Because it means I'm not alone in this sorry world." | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 5ff088c | How anyone could endure three or four hours of chanting monks and ranting priests was beyond my understanding, just as it was beyond my understanding to know why bishops needed thrones. They would be demanding crowns next. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 4638b30 | And that, too, was the truth, that a man cannot step back from a fight and stay a man. We make much in this life if we are able. We make children and wealth and amass land and build halls and assemble armies and give great feasts, but only one thing survives us. Reputation. I could not walk away. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 209105d | Instinct is everything. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 1bd1700 | It was madness. And, as Finan had said, sometimes madness works. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 8112bb1 | I have a path to follow," I said, "and it goes north. North back to Bebbanburg." | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 5c5878f | Play with the devil," Finan said, "and you get burned." | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| b9f2fa1 | How can a god disapprove of a good hump? | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 826ae4b | Toddlers are assholes. They just are. Remind yourself of this the next time your two-year-old tosses a full bowl of oatmeal across the room. The oatmeal he cried for. The oatmeal you dragged your sleep-deprived ass out of bed at 4:45 a.m. to make. Remind yourself of this when you're about to judge your stay-at-home spouse for the mess in the living room. He's been under house arrest with a little asshole all day. | Bunmi Laditan | ||
| 2a8aea9 | 5-4-10 Tuesday 8:00 A.M. Made a large batch of chili and spaghetti to freeze yesterday. And some walnut fudge! Relieved the electricity is still on. It's another beautiful sunny day with fluffy white clouds drifting by. The last cloud bank looked like a dog with nursing pups. I open the window and let in some fresh air filled with the scent of apple and plum blossoms and flowering lilacs. Feels like it's close to 70 degrees. There's a b.. | childhood human-interest imagination natural-wonders | Andrew Neff | |
| c50e953 | Alice, I hand you her name gently, suggesting that if you hold it, carefully as I do, pressed close to the heart, you might at the end of this understand how confusing the beating of two such similar hearts can be and how one finally had to stop. | A.M. Homes | ||
| 3eb4dcd | I'll meet you tomorrow morning at ten in your office, and explain everything. In the meantime, go home and get some sleep." "I have a meeting with McConnell and Baroja tomorrow at ten A.M. to review some procedures," he said. Now, that was the J.B. I knew. Never mind the demon attack; procedures needed reviewing." -- | demons humor paranormal | Christina Henry | |
| 7ee6f5f | He looked at Richard and the donut with great intensity, as if this were the donut that would fix Richard, as if there were certain donuts that were better for certain ailments, as if a donut could have curative powers. | A.M. Homes | ||
| 2797fb6 | I came here in a car like everybody else. In a car filled with shit I thought meant something and shortly thereafter tossed on the street: DVDs, soon to be irrelevant, a box of digital and film cameras for a still-latent photography talent, a copy of On the Road that I couldn't finish, and a Swedish-modern lamp from Walmart. It was a long, dark drive from a place so small you couldn't find it on a generous map...Does anyone come to New York.. | Stephanie Danler | ||
| 95ac3f1 | We're all good when we want to be, otherwise we're fucking animals. There is no VIP room in reality, and there is no reality in this city. You can't Google the answers. People talk about being on the ride of your life -THIS IS YOUR LIFE." He takes a breath. "Whatever it is you need to know, you already know. Imagine what it is to be in another country, another landscape...tell me why anyone every thought this was a good idea." | A.M. Homes | ||
| 78f92bd | Char had a phone number. He had a home. He probably had a job or a college and a last name and parents and all of that, too. He didn't just spring into existence late on Thursday night and then blink out again at two a.m. He was a real person. | Leila Sales | ||
| 50cb25b | A note about me: I do not think stress is a legitimate topic of conversation, in public anyway. No one ever wants to hear how stressed out anyone else is, because most of the time everyone is stressed out. Going on and on in detail about how stressed out I am isn't conversation. It'll never lead anywhere. No one is going to say, "Wow, Mindy, you really have it especially bad. I have heard some stories of stress, but this just takes the cake.. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| fe54fe1 | It's 4 A.M. Nasruddin leaves the tavern and walks the town aimlessly. A policeman stops him. "Why are you out wandering the streets in the middle of the night?" "Sir," replies Nasruddin, "if I knew the answer to that question, I would have been home hours ago!" | Rumi |