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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| fb9e02d | I don't know what you mean by 'glory,' " Alice said. Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. "Of course you don't--till I tell you. I meant 'there's a nice knock-down argument for you!' " "But 'glory' doesn't mean 'a nice knock-down argument'," Alice objected. "When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it to mean--neither more nor less." | humor humpty-dumpty | Lewis Carroll | |
| e383757 | When one is fully extended by day and exhausted every evening one lives differently, without the weight of yesterday or tomorrow on one's shoulders. I | Lawrence Durrell | ||
| 47ff048 | In her, as an Alexandrian, licence was in a curious way a form of self-abnegation, a travesty of freedom; and if I saw her as an exemplar of the city it was not of Alexandria, or Plotinus that I was forced to think, but of the sad thirtieth child of Valentinus who fell, 'not like Lucifer by rebelling against God, but by desiring too ardently to be united to him'.* | Lawrence Durrell | ||
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| ab7e793 | All cultures seem to find a slightly alien local population to carry the Hermes projection. For the Vietnamese it is the Chinese, and for the Chinese it is the Japanese. For the Hindu it is the Moslem; for the North Pacific tribes it was the Chinook; in Latin America and in the American South it is the Yankee. In Uganda it is the East Indians and Pakistanis. In French Quebec it is the English. In Spain the Catalans are "the Jews of Spain". .. | Lewis Hyde | ||
| 66ad584 | Her given name was Lucinda but she'd called herself Juveline since age fifteen, when she'd been caught selling knockoff Burberry totes and a cop at the booking desk misspelled the word "juvenile." Big" | Carl Hiaasen | ||
| d2a9ca9 | My roommate is a 240-pound homicidal hermit. For dinner he's fixing me a dead fox he scraped off the highway near Ponchatoula, and after that we're taking a leaky tin boat out on a windy lake to spy on some semi-retarded fishermen. Don't you wish you were here? | Carl Hiaasen | ||
| 2cfa2e1 | The other day, one of the big shots was trying to say 'Nice shoes!' and he accidentally told a government minister that his face looked like a butt wart. Not good. | Carl Hiaasen | ||
| 11c6ac0 | Miami ... the floating-human-body-parts capital of America. | Carl Hiaasen | ||
| fac2063 | Some people might leave you [...] but it doesn't mean you're worth leaving | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| f169326 | I'm dizzy. It physically hurts to look at him. "I can't breathe." "Of course you can breathe," Kurt says. "You're breathing right now." | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 8f25c80 | We're both aware that he knows everything about Parisian life, whereas I have he savvy of a chocolate croissant. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 41b9ab9 | He tastes like champagne. He tastes like desire. He tastes like my deepest craving fulfilled. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 8f0b276 | Is it possible that I'm worthy of being loved by someone whom I love? | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| cd090ef | He was the kind of beautiful that got under your skin. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 0236314 | You can't undo loss. You can't unmake a mistake. | winter life love my-true-love-gave-to-me first-kiss christmas holiday | Stephanie Perkins | |
| cd564b1 | We're talking about the technical aspects of translation again. Do I have to do all the work here? Who can tell me one of the problems translators face?" Rashmi raises her hand. "Well, most words have different meanings." "Good," Professeur Cole says. "More. Elaborate." St. Clair sits next to Rashmi, but he's not listening. He scribbles something fiercely in the margins of his book. "Well," Rashmi says. "It's the translator's job to determi.. | truth | Stephanie Perkins | |
| dbdd465 | You know more useless crap, St. Clair. Good thing you're so darn cute," Josh says. St. Clair smiles. "At least 'cemetary' sounds classier. And you must admit-this place is pretty classy. Or,I'm sorry." He turns back to me. "Would you rather be at the Lambert bash? I hear Dave Higgenbottom is bringing his beer bong." "Higgenbaum." "That's what I said. Higgenbum." "Oh,leave him alone.Besides, by the time this place closes, we'll still have pl.. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| ec9853b | But...she didn't know him, did she? Marigold was suddenly struck by how badly she to know him. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| bdf63c4 | It was around the time of the divorce that all traces of decency vanished, and his dream of being the next great Southern writer was replaced by his desire to be the next writer. So he started writing these novels set in Small Town Georgia about folks with Good American Values who Fall in Love and then contract Life-Threatening Diseases and Die. I'm serious. And it totally depresses me, but the ladies eat it up. They love my father's book.. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 5c4e5b4 | He takes my hands into his.Those perfect hands, that fit mine just so. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 16f1581 | Steve Carver-the guy with the faux-surfer hair-and Amanda's best friend, Nicole,are chosen.Rashmi and I groan in a rare moment of camaraderie.Steve pumps a fist in the air.What a meathead. The selecting begins,and Amanda is chosen first. Of course. And then Steve's best friend.Of course. Rashmi elbows me. "bet you five euros I'm picked last." "I'll take that bet.Because it's totally me." Amanda turns in her seat toward me and lowers her voi.. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| e29fb6c | We have everything to say. And where do you begin with everything? | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 2dca540 | But we stayed together because... I don't know why. Maybe because we thought we should be in love. At least I did. I wanted to be in love. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 8784da8 | My face is round, and my cheeks are pinchable, and my ears stick out farther than I'd like. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| efc4ad7 | Okay, I've lied to him. But you saw how jealous he gets. It makes me feel like I have to. And I shouldn't defend my right to be friends with another guy. | lie | Stephanie Perkins | |
| 58671ed | Oh God." I blink at the mirror. "It looks like I've been vomited on by an inkwell." | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| bf0db8e | Is there a chance if your Lola ?" " Only if the other person is Cricket" | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| bcf9074 | Giveaway T-shirts stretched over monstrous beer bellies. Puffy NFL jackets and porky jowls. Granted, I'm in a bowling alley,but the differences between Americans and Parisians are shocking.I'm ashamed to see my country the way the French must see us. Couldn't these people have at least brushed their hair before leaving their houses? "I need a licorice rope," Cherrie announces. She marches toward the snack stand,and all I can think The thou.. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 56a9a08 | Would you rather be great at something you like, or just ok at something you love? | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 5a68ca3 | There sure are a lot of stairs. Holy crap,will these things ever end? Seriously? MORE STAIRS? This is ridiculous.I'm never buying a house with stairs.I won't even steps to my front door,just a gradual incline. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 90be4fa | The rest of it, the unknown... it'll come | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| d980f25 | I wish he would look at me the way he looks at his subjects. Because then he'd see there's more to me than shy, just like I see there's more to him than slacker | somes up much pretty | Stephanie Perkins | |
| f38c751 | Because eventually, no matter what the circumstances, he would see the real me. Josh is a beautiful, messy, passionate work of art, and I'm... a blank canvas. There's nothing here to love. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| f0de5e5 | Just because something isn't practical doesn't mean it's worth creating. Sometimes beauty and real life magic are enough. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| faea6b3 | Life is not about what you get, it's about what you DO with what you get" -Dolores Nolan" | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| ded80a1 | Sorry,Chef Pierre. I'm a little distracted by this English French American Boy Masterpiece. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| f9295d9 | Did I ever tell you I went to school in America?" "What? No." "It's true,for a year. Eighth grade. It was terrible." "Eighth grade is terrible for everyone," I say. "Well,it was worse for me. My parents had just seperated,and my mum moved back to California.I hadn't been since I was an infant,but I went with her,and I was put in this horrid public school-" "Oh,no. school." He nudges me with his shoulder. "The other kids were ruthless. The.. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 0127f1d | As far as you go, he believes in what he does, and in second chances. He loves people. I'd go so far as to say he loves you." Loved me? "Why? I don't follow the rules. Aren't religious people into rules?" "Rules make people feel safe. But they can turn into judgments. Condemnation is easy, Vaughn. The harder choice is love, and it's one my dad makes every day." | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| c43fd69 | I doubted myself, and that made me doubt you. But you weren't the problem. You were never the problem. I should have trusted you, but I didn't, because I couldn't trust myself. | trust isla-and-the-happily-ever-after stephanie-perkins | Stephanie Perkins | |
| 6c0b830 | Solo hay una cosa que no me gusta de el. Ella. | kiss | Stephanie Perkins | |
| 912b74b | And then I turn another corner, and my chest constricts so tightly, so painfully, that I can no longer breathe. Because there he is. He's engrossed in an oversize book, hunched over and completely absorbed. A breeze ruffles his dark hair, and he bites his nails. . . . Several other people are soaking up the rare sunshine, but as soon as they're registered, they're forgotten. Because of him. I grip the edge of a sidewalk cafe table to keep f.. | love | Stephanie Perkins | |
| 3b6cbe6 | She kissed his lips then. They tasted of apples and cheese, of the revelation of things you never imagined going so well together. She tasted meting ice cream, too, melting defenses, herself melting into Russell. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 668f36a | Girls were supposed to be happy that someone wanted them, as though they were kittens in a basket, and any left by day's end would be drowned in the pond. | Stephanie Perkins |