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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| caa88c4 | The English remained paralysed by their own rivalries until the following April, at which point AEthelred made an invaluable contribution to the war effort by dropping dead, clearing the way for Edmund to succeed him. | Marc Morris | ||
| b7aadb1 | It is better to debate a question without settling it than to settle a question without debating it. | John Gribbin | ||
| de66cb9 | Yet to define genes by the diseases they cause is about as absurd as defining organs of the body by the diseases they get: livers are there to cause cirrhosis, hearts to cause heart attacks and brains to cause strokes. It is a measure, not of our knowledge but of our ignorance that this is the way the genome catalogues read. It is literally true that the only thing we know about some genes is that their malfunction causes a particular disea.. | Matt Ridley | ||
| 73e692a | There's a fine line between forgetting an event, and suppressing the memory of it. | Jonathan Coe | ||
| b9af850 | People gambled and golfed and planted gardens and traded stocks and had sex and bought new cars and practiced yoga and worked and prayed and redecorated their homes and got worked up over the news and fussed over their children and gossiped about their neighbors and pored over restaurant reviews and founded charitable organizations and supported political candidates and attended the U.S. Open and dined and travelled and distracted themselve.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 7d0e841 | What first comes across our minds About the stocky Mexican Pushing a mower across the lawn At 7 a.m. on a Saturday As the roar of the cutter wakes us? Let me take a guess. Why do they have to come so damn early? What do we make of his flannel Shirt missing buttons at the cuffs, Threadbare at the shoulders, The grass stains around his knees, The dirt like roadmaps to nowhere, Between the wrinkles of his neck? Let me take a shot.. | John Olivares Espinoza | ||
| 94c5697 | Was this the triumph of self-knowledge: to suffer more lucidly? | lucidity self-knowledge suffering | Edward St. Aubyn | |
| bb77a3d | Riches and rank have no necessary connection with genuine gentlemanly qualities. The poor man with rich spirit is in all ways superior to the rich man with a poor spirit. To borrow St. Paul's words, the former is as "having nothing, yet possessing all things," while the other, though possessing all things has nothing. Only the poor in spirit are really poor. He who has lost all, but retains his courage, cheerfulness, hope, virtue, and self .. | Samuel Smiles | ||
| d3cf927 | This is your life. Be bold with it. Live it with energy and purpose in the direction that excites you. Listen to your heart, look for your dreams: they are God-inspired. | Bear Grylls | ||
| 45e3ca1 | It's not because my mind is made up that I don't want you to confuse me with any more facts. It's because my mind isn't made up. I already have more facts than I can cope with. So SHUT UP, do you hear me? SHUT UP! | John Brunner | ||
| 338905f | The walls were chipped and needed paint. The windows were mostly okay but one pane was blocked with cardboard. There were fleas the exterminator couldn't kill and rats that scrabbled in the walls and mice who left droppings like a cocked snook and roaches that thrived on insecticide, even the illegal kinds. | pests poverty | John Brunner | |
| 5815605 | Page: Don't keep the world on tenterhooks, Tom! Out with it! What's the best thing we can do to ensure a long, happy, healthy future for mankind? | environmental-values | John Brunner | |
| 185a135 | Take stock, citizen bacillus, Now that there are so many billions of you, Bleeding through your opened veins, Into your bathtub, or into the Pacific Of that by which they may remember you. | John Brunner | ||
| de7af5e | It's the beginning of wisdom when you admit you've gone astray. | John Brunner | ||
| 66e7dd1 | Shit, I forgot. This time of the afternoon the bar's probably shut. Half the staff has gone sick again. Mono, I think. Well, let's go look anyway; we might be lucky. We can't go up to my room--it's full of bugs.' Which kind?' Both. | John Brunner | ||
| f9e314e | Putain mais quelle fichue imagination je peux avoir ... | John Brunner | ||
| 92eb029 | You know Chad's definition of the New Poor? People who are too far behind with time-payments on next year's model to make the down-payment on the one for the year after? | John Brunner | ||
| 02f9203 | Right! Right! 'Stead of which, over here, they shit in the water until it's dangerous to drink, then make a fucking fortune out of selling us gadgets to purify it again. Why can't they be made to strain out their own shit? | John Brunner | ||
| 2d67767 | What hurt him most of all, made him feel like a sick child aware of terrible wrongness and yet incapable of explaining it to anyone who might help, was that in spite of the evidence around them, in spite of what their eyes and ears reported-and sometimes their flesh, from bruises, stab wounds, racking coughs, weeping sores-these people believed their way of life was the best in the world, and were prepared to export it at the point of a gun.. | health nationalism | John Brunner | |
| cb55778 | We fret about how to keep going the same old way when we should be casting around for another way that's better. | John Brunner | ||
| e4c7402 | Life is full of little surprises. Time travel is full of big ones. | David Gerrold | ||
| 108b6be | The God, when he draws near, will the heart stand fast. But, oh my, shame! when of My shame! And let me say at once That I approached to see the Heavenly, And they cast me down, deep down Below the living, into the dark cast down The false priest that I am, to sing, For those who have ears to hear, the warning song. There | Friedrich Hölderlin | ||
| 67c4294 | Nah ist Und schwer zu fassen der Gott. | Friedrich Hölderlin | ||
| f711d53 | Thanks for putting that in terms I can easily grasp,' said Malcolm, without showing the patronizing bitch the slightest sign of irony. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 34134a4 | Lying on a pile of pillows and smaller cushions, slurping her coffee and playing with her cigarette smoke, she felt briefly that her thoughts were growing more subtle and expansive. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 8315720 | Either I wake up in the Grey Zone,' he whispered, 'and I've forgotten how to breathe, and my feet are so far away I'm not sure I can afford the air fare; | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 01890a5 | An editor sleeping with his writer was not as bad as a psychoanalyst sleeping with his patient, or even a professor sleeping with an undergraduate, let alone a president with an intern. | writer | Edward St. Aubyn | |
| d08e8c3 | Classically, the patient went into psychotherapy because she was neurotic from the suppression of her perverse desires, now she goes into psychotherapy because she is guilty about not enjoying her perverse desires. | psychotherapy | Edward St. Aubyn | |
| 41d8571 | If anything should take place behind closed doors, it was cruelty and betrayal. | closed-doors cruelty | Edward St. Aubyn | |
| 6416f97 | He had only just made the Elysian deadline; hanging onto the typescript until the last moment in case there was something still to be done; two sentences turned into one, one sentence broken into two, the substitution of a slightly resistant adjective to engender a moment's reflection, in short, the joys of editing, all carried out without forgetting the art that disguises art. | joys-of-editing | Edward St. Aubyn | |
| de1754a | But then neither revenge nor forgiveness change what happened. They're sideshows, of which forgiveness is the less attractive because it represents a collaboration with one's persecutors. I don't suppose that forgiveness was uppermost in the minds of people who were being nailed to a cross until Jesus, if not the first man with a Christ complex still the most successful, wafted onto the scene. Presumably those who enjoyed inflicting cruelty.. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 9928576 | No, no, I just meant...' Patrick felt he was coming from too many directions at once. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| e82c8a3 | At the same time, his past lay before him like a corpse waiting to be embalmed. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| fe7b3d8 | She tried to walk more slowly up the hill. God, her mind was racing, racing in neutral, | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 0c9e100 | She had brushed her teeth before vomiting as well, never able to utterly crush the optimistic streak in her nature. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 6fc92a0 | I find everything boring, therefore I'm fascinating. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 8d0f0db | This was it, the big moment: the corpse of his chief enemy, the ruins of his creator, the body of his dead father; the great weight of all that was unsaid and would never have been said; the pressure to say it now, when there was nobody to hear, and to speak also on his father's behalf, in an act of self-division that might fissure the world and turn his body into a jigsaw puzzle. This was it. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| d808414 | Loving or not loving should be like coffee or tea; people should be allowed to decide. How else are we to get over all our dead and the women we've lost?" Cunco whispered dejectedly. "Maybe we shouldn't." "You think so? Not get over it. but...then? What then? What task do the departed want us to do?" That was the question that Jean Perdu had been unable to answer for all these years. Until now. Now he knew. "To carry them within us--that i.. | monsieur-perdu | Nina George | |
| cb0b2e1 | I never could see that delicacy of constitution is pretty, either in plants or women. No doubt there are many lovely flowers to be had by heat and constant coaxing, but then for each of these there are fifty others still lovelier that will gratefully grow in God's wholesome air and are blessed in return with a far greater intensity of scent and colour. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 0a26538 | My dream, even now, is to walk for weeks with some friend that I love, leisurely wandering from place to place, with no route arranged and no object in view, with liberty to go on all day or to linger all day, as we choose; but the question of luggage, unknown to the simple pilgrim, is one of the rocks on which my plans have been shipwrecked, and the other is the certain censure of relatives, who, not fond of walking themselves, and having .. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 23954f7 | Where the trees thicken into a wood, the fragrance of the wet earth and rotting leaves kicked up by the horses' hoofs fills my soul with delight. I particularly love that smell, -- it brings before me the entire benevolence of Nature, for ever working death and decay, so piteous in themselves, into the means of fresh life and glory, and sending up sweet odours as she works. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| c7e6263 | You are all the happiness," he said, with an energy of conviction astonishing at half-past nine in the morning, "and all the music, and all the colour, and all the fragrance there is in the world." | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| b7b9a5a | No one ever said aloud any of the kinds of things he was so constantly thinking, because no one in the parish, not Alice, not Lady Higgs, not anybody, ever seemed to see the things he saw. If they thought as he did, if they saw what he did, they never mentioned it; and to have things which are precious to one eternally unmentioned makes one, he had long discovered, lonely. These August nights, for instance--quite remarkably and unusually be.. | appreciation-of-nature beauty loneliness | Elizabeth von Arnim | |
| 1b1de6e | But of what use is it to be whitewashed and trim outside, to have pleasant creepers and tidy shutters, when inside one's soul wanders through empty rooms, mournfully shivers in damp and darkness, is hungry and no one brings it food, is cold and no one lights a fire, is miserable and tired and there's no chair to sit on? | Elizabeth von Arnim |