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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c2cefd7 | Well, ain't that just the way of the world. Everything come to an end, whether you wants it to or not. All that nature out there: over. The Snare: dead and gone. Even a love that make a man giddy and romantic, that give him a hope and joy he never known, that brave him into taking a slingshot to the impossible and bringing it almost complete to its knees -- even a love like that come to an end. Life just ashes to ashes and dust to dust. And.. | Rachel Simon | ||
| 248c5b8 | But never had come first. | Rachel Simon | ||
| 2f7ee81 | Yes, we can all cart our fractured selves along as we move through our lives. But we can choose whether we keep plodding along the same rutted road, or take a turn we'd never thought was ours to take. | Rachel Simon | ||
| 46e44f7 | Then," he says, "as my mind got functioning, everything was just beautiful. There was no right or wrong feeling, no social pressure. I believe that's what heaven's going to be like..." p 55" -- | Rachel Simon | ||
| 94c5b32 | I'm afraid that the gift of visiting the past is all that we have. We can revisit it, but only as it happened. | karen-essex mina-harker regret revisiting-the-past | Karen Essex | |
| 496dd9e | You cannot hide from the truth, Mina. Anytime you try to argue with the truth you lose. Anytime you try to evade it or run away from it, it will find you down the road. | hiding-the-facts karen-essex mina-harker truth | Karen Essex | |
| 3bcd283 | At one point I muttered, "You learn something new every day." "What are you learning?" Sophos asked. "To keep my mouth shut, I hope." | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 8432171 | She is not so secure on her throne that she can risk offending her people's gods. No woman can be. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 67f47a9 | The only thing I knew was that I didn't know anything, really, about the king of the Attolians, and I didn't trust him. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 9458dc3 | I do believe that Akretenesh saw no differences between a woman who was a queen and one who was a seamstress, though he would recognize all the differences in the world between a prince and a farmer. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 4fb2b6f | Ambiades, I realized, was the kind of person who liked to put people in a hierarchy, and he wanted me to understand that I was at the bottom of his. He was supposed to treat me politely in spite of my subservient position, and I was supposed to be grateful. For my part, I wanted Ambiades to understand that I considered myself a hierarchy of one. I might bow to the superior force of the magus and Pol, but I wasn't going to bow to him. .. | hierarchy pride | Megan Whalen Turner | |
| 9a45330 | Ruang perpustakaan tidak pernah cukup untuk menyimpan buku yang tidak pernah dibaca, jadi pustakawan memeriksa catatannya setiap saat dan menarik buku-buku yang tidak lagi dibaca orang. Kau bisa menyelamatkan buku hanya dengan membacanya. Tentu saja, kau mungkin tidak menyukainya. Tapi kau tidak pernah tahu sampai kau mencobanya, dan mungkin, kau akan suka. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 96f969c | Speaking of the king to the queen--He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| d96ba91 | Cowardice has its own rewards | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 7e45352 | The English murder their meat twice: once when they shoot it, again when they cook it. 'Drole, n'est-ce pas'? | english-cooking meat murder | Peter Mayle | |
| 03ed22d | Only snobs kiss once, I was told, or those unfortunates who suffer from congenital froideur. I then saw what I assumed to be the correct procedure - the triple kiss, left-right-left, so I tried it on a Parisian friend. Wrong again. She told me that triple-kissing was a low Provencal habit, and that two kisses were enough among civilized people. The next time I saw my neighbor's wife, I kissed her twice. "Non," she said, "trois fois." I now .. | Peter Mayle | ||
| 209ef7e | The French, it seems to me, strike a happy balance between intimacy and reserve. Some of this must be helped by the language, which lends itself to graceful expression even when dealing with fairly basic subjects.... And there's that famously elegant subtitle from a classic Western. COWBOY: "Gimme a shot of red-eye." SUBTITLE: "Un Dubonnet, s'il vous plait." No wonder French was the language of diplomacy for all those years." | french-languange intimacy reserve | Peter Mayle | |
| a4e5bbf | Rain they take as a personal affront, shaking their heads and commiserating with each other in the cafes, looking with profound suspicion at the sky as though a plague of locusts is about to descend, and picking their way with distaste through the puddles on the pavement. | Peter Mayle | ||
| 5885b94 | I have a terrible weakness for collecting snatches of other people's conversations, and occasionally I'm rewarded with unusual fragments of knowledge. My favorite of the day came from a large but shapely woman sitting nearby whom I learned was the owner of a local lingerie shop. ' ,' she said to her companion, waving her spoon for emphasis, ' .' You can't argue with that. I made a mental note not to rush things next time I was shopping for .. | eavesdropping lingerie | Peter Mayle | |
| 6865022 | Dear Madame Morgenstern, As absurd as it sounds, I've been thinking of you since we parted. I want to take you into my arms, tell you a million things, ask you a million questions. I want to touch your throat and unbutton the pearl button at your neck | Julie Orringer | ||
| 7743af3 | The stone basin was crusted with ice now. The courtyard security light illuminated its depths, and as he leaned over it he could make out the fiery glints of goldfish beneath the surface. There, beneath the cover of the ice, their flickering lives went on. He wanted to know how they did it, how they withstood the slowing of their hearts, the chilling of their blood, through the long darkness of winter. | Julie Orringer | ||
| 26c04c1 | Andras went through the Sortie doors and walked out into a city that no longer contained his brother. He walked on benumbed feet in the new black Oxfords his brother had brought him from Hungary. He didn't care who passed him on the street or where he was going. If he had stepped off the curb into the air instead of down into the gutter, if he had climbed the void above the cars and between the buildings until he was looking down at the roo.. | Julie Orringer | ||
| e093646 | He had the strange sensation of not knowing who he was, of having traveled off the map of his own existence. | Julie Orringer | ||
| 2f38ab7 | You want Paradise, you gotta build it on war, on blood, on envy and naked greed. | greed paradise war | Michel Faber | |
| 59eacb2 | Sugar understood the permanence of being Sugar or Lotty or Lucy or whoever you might be, trapped on a square of card to be shown at will to strangers. Whatever violations she routinely submits to in the privacy of bedroom, they vanish the moment they're over, half-forgotten with the drying of sweat. But to be chemically fixed in time and passed hand to hand forever: is a nakedness which can never be clothed again | photography | Michel Faber | |
| 97e396e | if she were its leader. Not that she ever would be: she was born to be a dissenter within a larger certainty, she knows that. | Michel Faber | ||
| f0500dd | You one of those decaffeinated Christians, ? The diabetic wafer? Doctrine-free, guilt-reduced, low in Last judgement, 100% less Second Coming, no added Armageddon? Might contain small traces of crucified Jew? | christians jew judgement | Michel Faber | |
| a353ab9 | There was a red button on the wall labeled EMERGENCY, but no button labeled BEWILDERMENT. | Michel Faber | ||
| 1f9ccb6 | Her invisible remains would combine, over time, with all the wonders under the sun. When it snowed she would be part of it, falling softly to earth, rising up again with the snow's evaporation, When it rained, she would be there in the spectral arch that spanned from firth to ground. She would help to wreathe the fields in mists, and yet would always be transparent to the stars. She would live forever. | Michel Faber | ||
| 5e1d541 | Anyway," Peter continued. "I got the most welcome. These people are desperate to learn about God!" "Well, ain't that a lick on the dick," said BG." | lick-on-the-dick | Michel Faber | |
| e8d412a | it was already tomorrow. She should have known from the beginning that it would end like this. | Michel Faber | ||
| ec0809d | Ma al di sopra di tutto c'e l'amore. E se desideriamo essere piu che umani, e quella la stella che dobbiamo seguire. | fantasy | Jacqueline Carey | |
| 1c28e9c | If you know the country he said then you will be a wild colonial boy forever | Peter Carey | ||
| 32baa68 | Your grandfather were a quiet and secret man he had been ripped from his home in Tipperary and transported to the prisons of Van Diemen's Land I do not know what was done to him he never spoke of it. When they had finished with their tortures they set him free and he crossed the sea to the colony of Victoria. He were by this time 30 yr. of age red headed and freckled with his eyes always slitted against the sun. My da had sworn an oath to e.. | Peter Carey | ||
| 564a6f4 | a country where we seldom understand that we must be prepared to fight for issues bigger than an umpire's decision at the Melbourne Cricket Ground. | Peter Carey | ||
| d552800 | the hair...that frizzy nest which grew outwards, horizontal like a wind-blown tree in an Italianate painting. | Peter Carey | ||
| d77640e | however she was a woman and I'd have more luck conjuring up the thoughts of a chinaman than I would figuring out what she was conspiring | Peter Carey | ||
| 5913bf4 | The seamen had whitewashed the smoky ceilings of the ward, and that dear homely smell carried the vividness of thatch and lumpy walls and stew given from the goodness of a stranger's heart. But that was all there was of comfort, and the salt air had turned from cold to warm in the passing of a life, an afternoon. | Peter Carey | ||
| 119324c | Lucinda might sneak from her own house at midnight to place a wager somewhere else, but she dared not touch the pack that lay in her own sideboard. She knew how passionate he had become about his 'weakness.' She dared not even ask him how it was he had reversed his opinions on the matter. But, oh, how she yearned to discuss it with him, how much she wished to deal a hand on a grey wool blanket. There would be no headaches then, only this sw.. | fiction | Peter Carey | |
| 7000d66 | As a matter of fact it required only a tolerable show of virtue for Peter to win encomiums at any time. He would brush his curly mop of hair away from his forehead, lift his eyes, part his lips, showing a row of tiny white teeth; then a dimple would appear in each cheek and a seraphic expression (wholly at variance with the facts) would overspread the baby face, whereupon the beholder...would cry "Angel boy!" and kiss him. He was even kisse.. | Kate Douglas Wiggin | ||
| b43af85 | About her husband, i did actually enquire, but she held her private life so fucking tightly, like a tourist clutching a handbag on the A train,.. | Peter Carey | ||
| 3170678 | We are alive on the very brink of eternity. | Peter Carey | ||
| 8fecdf7 | I wanted it, I wanted it all. All the ardent beginnings and the confused between-times and the bittersweet dregs. All of the aches and sorrows, all of the soaring joys. All of it. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 1b183a2 | An awkward silence descended between us. Where did that phrase come from? I wonder. . Descended from where exactly? Was it hovering over us like the alien spaceship in ? Maybe it wasn't really silence so much as it was the smothering weight of something unsaid, words we'd kept at bay, kept in the air, by talking about other things. | Jacqueline Carey |