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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 71b657c | From jygging vaines of riming mother wits, And such conceits as clownage keepes in pay, Weele leade you to the stately tent of War: Where you shall heare the Scythian Tamburlaine, Threatning the world with high astounding tearms And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword. View but his picture in this tragicke glasse, And then applaud his fortunes if you please. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 4484002 | And from th' Antarctic Pole eastward behold As much more land, which never was descried, Wherein are rocks of pearl that shine as bright As all the lamps that beautify the sky; And shall I die, and this unconquered? | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 449a00a | Nay, could their numbers countervail the stars, Or ever-drizzling drops of April showers, Or wither'd leaves that autumn shaketh down, Yet would the Soldan by his conquering power So scatter and consume them in his rage, That not a man should live to rue their fall. | greatness power war | Christopher Marlowe | |
| ea24b87 | Love deeply grounded, hardly is dissembled. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 46e4cbe | to BAJAZETH] Soft sir, you must be dieted, too much eating will make you surfeit. So it would my lord, specially having so smal a walke, and so litle exercise. | diet exercise | Christopher Marlowe | |
| bd4d21e | Wagner Doctor Faustus' student and servant: "Alas, poor slave! See how poverty jests in his nakedness. I know the villain's out of service, and so hungry that I know he would give his soul to the devil for a shoulder of mutton, though it were blood raw." Robin a clown: "Not so, neither! I had need to have it well roasted, and good sauce to it, if I pay so dear, I can tell you." | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 884c1ba | Miss Lucinda Throckmorton-Jones, former paid companion to several of the most successful debutantes of prior seasons, came to Havenhurst to fill the position of Elizabeth's duenna. A woman of fifty with wiry gray hair she scraped back into a bun and the posture of a ramrod, she had a permanently pinched face, as if she smelled something disagreeable but was too well-bred to remark upon it. In addition to the duenna's daunting physical app.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| 9b07385 | YOUNGER MORTIMER: Base Fortune, now I see, that in thy wheel There is a point, to which when men aspire, They tumble headlong down: that point I touch'd, And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher, Why shall I grieve at my declining fall? Farewell, fair queen. Weep not for Mortimer, That scorns the world, and, as a traveller, Goes to discover countries yet unknown. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 0a57740 | I find American girls have a spirit and honesty about them that is most refreshing. | american-revolution girls spirit | Ann Rinaldi | |
| 4b6f7cb | Because that's how intelligent people conduct themselves. They allow for each other's differences. | Ann Rinaldi | ||
| 51fd4a4 | People can be hurt so badly that they choose to just stop in their tracks. | Polly Horvath | ||
| 7400dec | I left parts of myself some places and found others unexpectedly. New people appeared on the scene and others disappeared before I had a chance to say goodbye. All kinds of ordinary people gave their whole hearts to things you wouldn't think you could give your heart to. | Polly Horvath | ||
| 0db1bad | Don't worry the trolls don't come to you. It's your own darkness that leads you to the trolls. | Polly Horvath | ||
| 27599fc | No one really understands a family but the people in it and even they each understand it differently. | Polly Horvath | ||
| 1e4d9f0 | I think that it is death alone that makes things poignant. | Polly Horvath | ||
| 7512cfc | Some people, well, most people just seem to show up on your life with no clear purpose. Have you noticed that? They're like dust mites. You know they're there, you just don't know what to do about them. | Polly Horvath | ||
| 04aeba7 | When you're a child you never figure a grownup is going to be jealous of . It's the grownups who seem to have everything. Children give adults far too much credit. | Polly Horvath | ||
| 98bb5f0 | My mother smoked too but I guessed by now she had quit the habit, which was, I supposed, one of the advantages of being shipwrecked. | Polly Horvath | ||
| 5cd73c9 | Folks keep forgetting that wishing don't make nothing so, but prayer sometimes do. | Bette Greene | ||
| 702130c | The secret is in absolutely refusing to let the river beat you down. If I had to, I'd measure my progress in inches. One more inch I've swum--one less inch to swim. Once you know the secret, then nobody's river can bring you down. | Bette Greene | ||
| 1af60f4 | Maybe...in a way, this coffee reminds me of something. Maybe...maybe only a philosopher or a mad man would make this connection, but it's a little like life. I mean it's powerful going down and that doesn't even take into account the aftertaste, which really takes getting used to. | Bette Greene | ||
| 13530fc | Six years is plenty long enough to soothe the tearing anguish of...death, but maybe no amount of time is enough to soothe something that is no longer there. Something like an emptiness that can never be filled because it's only a bit of space carved out of air. | Bette Greene | ||
| 1cbd333 | But will somebody please tell me what's a person to do when they're too afraid of life to live and too afraid of death to die? | Bette Greene | ||
| 8980618 | Longevity can't be the only test of love. | Bette Greene | ||
| c77991b | That's when I saw--cleary saw--that there was more than one mountain in my life. Some could be seen and some couldn't be, but just the same, they were all out there. All out there waiting for me. | Bette Greene | ||
| 3a61a03 | Sir, married or unmarried, all women bleed. | Ronlyn Domingue | ||
| a1ae4b8 | I stared at the objects before me: cold coffee in a cup of thick white glass, folded napkin, spoon with a liquid coffee shadow on its face. Symbols of order and humility, comfort and banality. These were the things of my life; I had been sitting at these goddamn coffee tables all my life recovering from what other people had done to me. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| d05cc4e | When boys get angry with each other, they just fight it out and it's all over. But girls are dirty. They pretend to be your friend and go behind your back. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| 2755fb0 | My mother looked at my image as if she were looking at a wicked little girl come to scornfully show herself to her poor mother. There was love in her look, but with such jealousy mixed in that the feelings became quickly slurred. It was what my mother gave me, so I took it and I gave it back; I reveled in her jealousy as she reveled in my vanity. Reveling and rageful, we went between sleep and dreams right there in the dining room. Silent a.. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| 694394b | He longed for a dim-eyed little slut with a big, bright mouth and black vinyl underwear. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| bd88828 | I shouldn't be doing this, he thought. She is actually a nice person. for a moment he had an impulse to embrace her. He had a stronger impulse to beat her. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| e0816b1 | Well, chaos was not unfamiliar to him. In daily life, his emotions were chaos. He let himself become a vessel for them, letting feeling roar through him, pulling him around like a kite, boiling him like water in a kettle, dissolving him in a whirl of elements. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| 5f705f1 | The hurts of childhood that must be avenged: so small and so huge. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| 7366b78 | Sometimes I don't know anymore if it really is love. I have been carrying it for so long. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| b9e2126 | Demons lie. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| cc85f68 | Demons especially enjoy metaphors. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| 862891d | Today the clerk in the fancy deli next door asked me how I was, and I said, 'I have deep longings that will never be satisfied. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| d033861 | SHE WAS MEETING a man she had recently and abruptly fallen in love with. She was in a state of ghastly anxiety. He was married, for one thing, to a Korean woman whom he described as the embodiment of all that was feminine and elegant. Not only that, but a psychic had told her that a relationship with him could cripple her emotionally for the rest of her life. On top of this, she was tormented by the feeling that she looked inadequate. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| d15668d | The door from the kitchen opened, and the smell of Freada's Chesterfield cigarettes | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| cbb7832 | We're safe enough now,' he thought, 'we're snug and tight, like an air-raid shelter. We can hold out. It's just the food that worries me. Food and coal for the fire. We've enough for two or three days, not more. By that time...' No use thinking ahead as far as that. And they'd be giving directions on the wireless. People would be told what to do. And now, in the midst of many problems, he realised that it was dance music only coming over .. | emergency radio | Daphne du Maurier | |
| 61c3673 | The system might one day change, but human nature remained the same, and there were always people who profited at the expense of others. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| f00c87a | Our minds had met and crossed and understood from the first moment when Victor introduced us in my club, and that queer, inexplicable bond of the heart, breaking through every barrier, every restraint, had kept us close to one another always, in spite of silence, absence, and long years of separation. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| c7e8b4b | It was not chance that brought us together again. I am sure of that. These things are predestined. I have a theory that each man's life is like a pack of cards, and those we meet and sometimes love are shuffled with us. We find ourselves in the same suit, held by the hand of Fate. The game is played, we are discarded, and pass on. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| ba81108 | I glanced out of the window, and it was like turning the page of a photograph album. Those roof-tops and that sea were mine no more. They belonged to yesterday, to the past. | Daphne du Maurier |