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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9f2a1e1 | There are men who seem destined to always go first, to lead the way. They are confident in life, they are the first to go beyond it. Whatever there is to know, they learn before others. Their very existence gives strength and drives one onward. Love and jealousy were mingled there in the darkness, love and despair. | James Salter | ||
| 509230b | Leven is het weer. Leven is maaltijden. Lunch op een blauw-geruit kleed waar zout op is gemorst. De geur van tabak. Brie, gele appels, messen met houten handvaten. | hapiness life | James Salter | |
| c45dfc7 | There are really two kinds of life. There is, as Viri says, the one people believe you are living, and there is the other. It is this other which causes the trouble, this other we long to see. | James Salter | ||
| 425d83c | She begins to strip like a roommate and climb into bed. They have fallen asleep. Dean wakes first, in the early afternoon. He unfastens her stockings and slowly rolls them off. Her skirt is next and then her underpants. She opens her eyes. The garter belt he leaves on, to confirm her nakedness. He rests his head there. Her hand touches his chest and begins to fall in excruciating slow designs. He lies still as a dog beneath it, still as an .. | James Salter | ||
| b2bd2f2 | They ate dinner in silence. Her husband did not look at her. her face annoyed him, he did not know why. She could be good-looking but there were times when she was not. Her face was like a series of photographs, some of which ought to have been thrown away. Tonight it was like that. | James Salter | ||
| 1273688 | There was a time, usually late in August, when summer struck the trees with dazzling power and they were rich with leaves but then became, suddenly one day, strangely still, as if in expectation and at that moment aware. They knew. Everything knew, the beetles, the frogs, the crows solemnly walking across the lawn. The sun was at its zenith and embraced the world, but it was ending, all that one loved was at risk. | James Salter | ||
| fa76c00 | The most devout moments of my life have been spent in bed at night listening to those bells. They flood over me, drawing me out of myself. I know where I am suddenly; part of this town and happy. I lean out of the window and am washed by the cool air, air it seems no one has yet breathed. | James Salter | ||
| 45b4334 | She is married. I suppose there are children. They walk together on Sundays, the sunlight falling upon them. They visit friends, talk, go home in the evening, deep in the life we all agree is so greatly to be desired. | James Salter | ||
| 7261907 | THEY WERE DIVORCED IN THE fall. I wish it could have been otherwise. The clarity of those autumn days affected them both. For Nedra, it was as if her eyes had been finally opened; she saw everything, she was filled with a great, unhurried strength. It was still warm enough to sit outdoors. Viri walked, the old dog wandering behind him. The fading grass, the trees, the very light made him dizzy, as if he were an invalid or starving. He caugh.. | James Salter | ||
| 980b1ff | Every object, even those which had been hers, which he never touched, seemed to share his loss. He was suddenly parted from his life. That presence, loving or not, which fills the emptiness of rooms, mildens them, makes them light--that presence was gone. The simple greed that makes one cling to a woman left him suddenly desperate, stunned. A fatal space had opened, like that between a liner and the dock which is suddenly too wide to leap; .. | James Salter | ||
| acc3012 | Strauss's, for instance, which begins in the heavens. The artist doesn't ascend to glory, he appears in it, he already has it and the world is prepared to recognize him. Meteoric, like a comet--those are the phrases we apply, and it's true, it is a kind of burning. It makes them highly visible, and at the same time it consumes them, and it's only afterwards, when the brilliance is gone, when their bones are lying alongside those of lesser m.. | James Salter | ||
| cee326d | It's just that it's hard to believe in greatness... | James Salter | ||
| ff4cf4d | Do you know what Krisnamurti says? Consciously or unconsciously we are all completely selfish, and as long as we get what we want, we believe everything is all right. 'Getting what we want.... but is that happiness ?' 'I don't know. I know that not getting what you want is certainly unhappiness | James Salter | ||
| 88a18f4 | Hearing his howls of outrage, a pair of stormtroopers crossing at the far end of the access hallway changed course to investigate. What they saw within the cell as bits and pieces of red-hot debris came flying out caused them to retreat the way they had come--fast. | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| c09364e | I needed a space suit the way a pig needs a pipe organ. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| 751cacd | When there's nothing else you can do, breathe slower. There's no way it can hurt, and it might help. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| 61e1df8 | A religion is sometimes a source of happiness and I would not deprive anyone of happiness. But it is a comfort appropriate for the weak, not for the strong---and you are strong. The great trouble with religion---any religion---is that a religionist, having accepted certain propositions by faith, cannot thereafter judge those propositions by evidence. One may bask in at the warm fire of faith or choose to live in the bleak uncertainty of rea.. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| 2c2813e | Oh really? You're cold? | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| a3b6839 | For many scientists, as Lyotard concedes, scientific knowledge is the only form of knowledge there is, but if so, how then do we understand fairy stories and law? | lyotard science | Peter Watson | |
| e5f9f05 | Doubt is an awful snake of an emotion. Once it has you in it's grip, it won't let go. It spoils everything. | Peter Watson | ||
| 01eb074 | The trooper spoke while staring nervously down the corridor. "Because it's the right thing to do." Poe shook his head, not buying it for a second. "Buddy, if we're gonna do this, we have to be honest with each other." The trooper stared at him for a long moment. "I need a pilot." | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| 09c6d46 | Years later, when Dostoevsky was reading the book of Job once again, he wrote his wife that it put him into such a state of "unhealthy rapture" that he almost cried. "It's a strange thing, Anya, this books is one of the first in my life which made an impression on me; I was then still almost a child." There is an allusion to this revelatory experience of the young boy in The Brothers Karamazov, where Zosima recalls being struck by a reading.. | Joseph Frank | ||
| cc3dcad | A little bit of everything you admire eventually rubs off on you. | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| d74d134 | And it is everything I have longed for, and everything that breaks my heart. | Beth Revis | ||
| ac1a4db | I've heard that when you're in a life-or-death situation, like a car accident or a gunfight, all your senses shoot up to almost superhuman level, everything slows down, and you're hyper-aware of what's happening around you. As the shuttle careens toward the earth, the exact opposite is true for me. Everything silences, even the screams and shouts from the people on the other side of the metal door, the crashes that I pray aren't bodies, the.. | amy-martin beth-revis crash discovery earth elder godspeed home journey life mission planet shades-of-earth shuttle travel | Beth Revis | |
| 3d2ca27 | I run and run and run. Past the hospital, through the garden, past a pond. And to the cold metal wall. I stop, gulping at the air, my heart racing in my ears. I reach up with one hand and touch the wall. My fingers curl into a fist, but it falls weakly to my side. And that's when I realize there is no where to run. 'But', my heart whispers, 'there is Elder. | elder | Beth Revis | |
| 6390782 | I remember the first time I saw the stars. I thought they changed everything. I thought they changed me, like I'd become a different person just by seeing shining specks of light a million miles away. Now when I stare at them, I feel nothing. I don't believe in them anymore. | Beth Revis | ||
| f085038 | It sparkles in the dim light of the room, and when he shakes it out, dust mingles with glitter. | Beth Revis | ||
| 2cb3918 | I had nothing to prove and everything to lose. But it didn't take love to sacrifice something of yourself for someone else. It just took desperation. | love sacrifice | Beth Revis | |
| 2ade1f3 | That--this--is Orion's secret. It's not that the ship isn't working, that we're never going to make it. It's that the ship has already arrived. We're already here! There--there--is the planet that will be our home! It floats, so bright that it hurts my eyes. Giant green landmasses spread out across blue water, with swirls and wisps of clouds twirling over top. At the edge of the planet, where it turns away from the suns and starts to darken.. | across-the-universe air atu-series elder galaxy orion stars universe | Beth Revis | |
| de0c5a2 | Mom used to say that the thoughts in our heads were nothing more than electrical impulses. I remember Dad and her talking about this over dinner. It frustrated Dad that the human brain can fire electrical sparks and think, but that the electricity he'd pump into an android brain would never give it independent thought. The body isn't that different from a machine. Humans and androids both run on electricity. That lightning spark of energy I.. | dreams electricity independent life spark talk thoughts | Beth Revis | |
| 35b71b6 | My heart stutters--not why? or how?--those are not the important questions. The really important question is: by whom? | unanswered wondering | Beth Revis | |
| 9eede90 | You never know. Something small and broken really can be powerful. | Beth Revis | ||
| 174d0c4 | The Bloomsbury Group has been characterised as a liberal, pacifist, and at times libertine, intellectual enclave of Cambridge-based privilege. The Cambridge men of the group (Bell, Forster, Fry, Keynes, Strachey, Sydney-Turner) were members of the elite and secret society of Cambridge Apostles. aesthetic understanding, and broader philosophy, were in part shaped by, and at first primarily interpreted in terms of, (male) Bloomsbury's domin.. | cambridge literary-criticism | Jane Goldman | |
| 1219a11 | I love the word 'fashion.' That's why I'm using it in the title of this book. Fashion is about change and about creating clothes within a historical context. To me, dismissing fashion as silly or unimportant seems like a denial of history and frequently a show of sexism--as if something that's traditionally a concern of women isn't valid as a field of academic inquiry. When the Parsons fashion department was founded in 1906, it was called '.. | history sexism | Tim Gunn | |
| 88414ff | Speaking of high-end shoe designers, in 2011 it was fascinating to see the design company of Christian Louboutin try to stop the company Yves Saint Laurent from producing high heels with red soles, claiming that Louboutin was the originator of the red sole. Louboutin lost, and I was glad. He was not the first person to paint a sole, and I am wary of patenting a color, like Tiffany blue. Why should we grant that entire history to Louboutin a.. | trademarks | Tim Gunn | |
| 2869b84 | Good manners lead to better relationships, more career success, and less personal stress. Manners are a relief, not a terrible obligation. It's my belief that etiquette isn't cold and formal; it's warm and flexible. I am very con- cerned with manners, but I am not a robot. Manners are simply about asking yourself, What's the right thing to do? I deeply believe that if we all have this simple question in our minds, we will do right by one an.. | Tim Gunn | ||
| 4bd7949 | One of the hardest things for a teacher is to know when to keep quiet and when to let go. It is a terrible thing to hold someone back from success, or to insist on sharing credit, or to tie someone to your apron strings. We need to have faith that we have done all we can, and then we need to kick our birds out of the nest. | Tim Gunn | ||
| 7e71e19 | In 1916, Infants' and Children's Wear Review insisted upon pink for boys and blue for girls. In 1939, Parents magazine claimed that pink was a good color for boys because it was a pale version of red, which was the color of Mars, the war god. Blue was good for girls because it was the color of Venus, and of the Virgin Mary. So, pink for girls is a relatively recent trend, and utterly random. | fashion gender-stereotypes | Tim Gunn | |
| 2381e57 | Thank you," said Lee's voice. "And now we turn to regular contributor Royal, for an update on how the new Wizarding order is affecting the Muggle world." "Thanks, River," said an unmistakable voice, deep, measured, reassuring. "Kingsley!" burst out Ron. "We know!" said Hermione, hushing him. "Muggles remain ignorant of the source of their suffering as they continue to sustain heavy casualties," said Kingsley. "However, we continue to hear t.. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 6d971d6 | but the older priestesses had explained to her, as they gathered in the courtyard, that the Moon God was effacing the brightness of the Goddess, and she ran out with them joyously to join in the shrieks of the women to frighten him away. Later it had been explained to her how the sun and moon moved, and why, now and again, one of them crossed the face of the other; that it was in the way of nature, and the common people's beliefs about the .. | Marion Zimmer Bradley | ||
| 453e7d4 | Beat me instead," she cried, "It's not Darren's fault! I lost her, I let her go--I cannot be free, I must be chained inside a house and robbed of my hawk, you damned tyrant, but I will not have Preciosa chained too!" | hawkmistress marion-zimmer-bradley | Marion Zimmer Bradley | |
| 4df4b0d | But I mind," Bart said savagely. "I'd like to see a world where I could have my picture taken, say, with Tommy on my lap if I want to. For every woman who got upset because I wasn't, shall we say, available for her romantic daydreams, there's be some young kid reading the papers and going to movies, and he'd be able to stop hating himself and say, 'Okay Bart Reeder is queer, and he's happy and successful, and he's getting along okay, so may.. | Marion Zimmer Bradley | ||
| e4ad18d | Even in her mind the words had the forlorn gallantry of someone whistling in the dark. | Marion Zimmer Bradley |