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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7f4c745 | I'll be in Heaven getting your room ready. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| ec9b7ac | Because your soul must be lonely. That silence you heard, when you tried to pray--that's the sound of God listening. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| afd5d4e | Was that hard-hearted? Well, so what if it was. She'd been through enough to harden anyone. It was none of her choosing; all she'd done was clung on to her life like a spar from a shipwreck. Better to be hardened than crushed to nothing. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 6288374 | Daffy had stopped talking, without her noticing. It was if he'd run out of words. He did a peculiar thing, then; he reached out and touched Mary's cheekbone; lightly, as if he was brushing away a speck of coal dust. She thought of Doll, that first morning, wiping mud out of the lost child's eyes. Her throat hurt, all at once, as if she were swallowing a stone. She wished the two of them could stay forever frozen in this moment, hidden in th.. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| ca1b7ff | One never imagined that as the decades went by, one might drift into an unbounded country. It struck Lib now how alone in the world she was. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| c0831d7 | We Irish have a gift for resignation. Or, put another way, fatalism. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| d2615d5 | Want to go to Bed." "They'll find us somewhere to sleep in a little while." "No. Bed." "You mean in Room?" Ma's pulled back, she's staring in my eyes. "Yeah. I've seen the world and I'm tired now." | Emma Donoghue | ||
| ed13819 | It occurs to Blanche that English doesn't have French's useful distinction between , meaning that something's unconstrained, and , meaning that it costs nothing. thought, speech, love: the English word that Arthur was so fond of obscures the price of things. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| e58d346 | If you're sorry, folks can tell. No use piling on the verbiage. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 87bd96d | Why are places to eat called coffee shops?" I ask him. "Well, coffee's the most important thing they sell because most of us need it to keep us going, like gas in the car." Ma only drinks water and milk and juice like me, I wonder what keeps her going. "What do kids have?" "Ah, kids are just full of beans." Baked beans keep me going all right but green beans are my enemy food." -- | Emma Donoghue | ||
| d3e15a0 | Scared is what you're feeling," says Ma, "but brave is what you're doing." "Huh?" "Scaredybrave." | Emma Donoghue | ||
| e56f31f | Lots of the world seems to be a repeat. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 71c5bff | You must feel an almost pathological need--understandably--to stand guard between your son and the world." "Yeah, it's called being a mother." Ma nearly snarls it." | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 7ff2c3e | I think the sea's just rain and salt." "Ever taste a tear?" asks Grandma. "Yeah." "Well, that's the same as the sea." I still don't want to walk in it if it's tears." | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 5d1acf0 | Not beautiful, not brilliant, no longer young. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 88edc4b | Ma's in Room still, I want her here so much much much. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 98d571a | It's called mind over matter. If we don't mind, it doesn't matter. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 59f62ef | That night my new skin was red silk, shivering in the breeze. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 4d48b64 | It was easy to lose a part of your body, it seemed to her; there were so many ways, it was a wonder anybody reached their death intact. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| cdf4dcd | Bye-bye." Walker flaps his hand up and down. I think I'll give him a hug. I do it too fast and knock him down, he bangs on the train table and cries. "I'm so sorry," Grandma keeps saying, "my grandson doesn't -- he's learning about boundaries--" "No harm done," says the first man. They go off with the little boy doing one two three whee swinging between them, he's not crying anymore. Grandma watches them, she's looking confused. "Remember,".. | love room | Emma Donoghue | |
| ed142d1 | The Dora bag has straps, it's like Backpack but with Dora on it instead of Backpack's face. It has a handle too, when I try it pulls up, I think I broke it, but then it rolls, it's a wheelie bag and a backpack at the same time, that's magic. "You like it?" It's Deana talking to me. "Would you like to keep your things in it?" "Maybe one that's not pink," says Paul to her. "What about this one, Jack, pretty cool or what?" He's holding up a ba.. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 331bf52 | Ma knows everything except the things she doesn't remember right, or sometimes she says I'm too young for her to explain a thing. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| de14e43 | Little by little; the way out of the mine was as long as the way in. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 4f27dcc | Hotel rooms are funny things. They make everything look different. If people have to sleep with each other, sexually or platonically, they should do it in kitchens. The kitchen is the epicenter of truth in any home or building. You could never misconstrue a look or a word or a touch in the icy cool, compartmentalized presence of a fridge. | Emma Forrest | ||
| 91d1a9f | When I come home from school, I take my Doc Martens off and put on fake satin mules with the marabou trim, slip into my dressing gown and my movie, and I feel serene. I hold a glass of Coke to my cheek and pretend it is a glass of bourbon and I am in New Orleans. My bedroom door is the doorway onto the street and at night I can't sleep because of the heat and the commotion in this town. So I go down to the river and dance as a man with scar.. | Emma Forrest | ||
| b48431a | There's a boy whose affection I am determined to hunt down and kill. It used to be material objects I felt I needed to be happy. It would make me feel stable if I had him. If I had someone like him, it would prove that I'm stable, and then I wouldn't have to do the work to get there. I am constantly looking for ways to cede control of my worries to someone, anyone. | love sanity | Emma Forrest | |
| ae5acd7 | No one knows we're there, no one sees us. We never leave the room. I think about the secret voice you use when you make love. No one but that person will ever hear it. And here, we listen to each other, but we lock it in with touch, and the room vacuum seals it to stay fresh until we can breathe together again. When he breaks the silence it is to say, "I want you to know that, when you get pregnant, nothing is going to change except your dr.. | love-making pregnancy | Emma Forrest | |
| 8076e7a | In the grip of madness, materialism begins to look like an admirable belief system. | Emma Forrest | ||
| b71f11c | He says: 'it doesn't matter. What I know is that I could do this with you' -- he makes a movement with his hands like a baker, kneading a loaf of bread -- 'and afterwards you'd be different. | Jean Rhys | ||
| d22cb4c | It is as though she was a phantom watching from the shadows. This at least is how she 'writes' herself: as an absence on which others projected their desires and anxieties. | Lilian Pizzichini | ||
| 530877d | I can remember every second of that morning, if I shut my eyes I can see the deep blue colour of the sky and the mango leaves, the pink and red hibiscus, the yellow handkerchief she wore around her head, tied in the Martinique fashion with the sharp points in front, but now I see everything still, fixed for ever like the colours in a stained-glass window. Only the clouds move. It was wrapped in a leaf, what she had given me, and I felt it c.. | Jean Rhys | ||
| a767223 | People talk about the happy life, but that's the happy life when you don't care any longer if you live or die. You only get there after a long time and many misfortunes. And do you think you are left there? Never. As soon as you have reached this heaven of indifference, you are pulled out of it. From your heaven you have to go back to hell. When you are dead to the world, the world often rescues you, if only to make a figure of fun out of y.. | Jean Rhys | ||
| 55998a7 | The maid came in to light up and soon it would be time to go upstairs and change for dinner. I thought this woman one of the most fascinating I had ever seen. She had a long thin face, dead white, or powdered dead white. Her hair was black and lively under her cap, her eyes so small that the first time I saw her I thought she was blind. But wide open, they were the most astonishing blue, cornflower blue, no, more like sparks of blue fire. T.. | blue-eyes maid | Jean Rhys | |
| 3351c48 | But in the daytime it was all right. And when you'd had a drink you knew it was the best way to live in the world because anything might happen. I don't know how people live when they know exactly what's going to happen to them each day. | life | Jean Rhys | |
| 593c83d | I wanted it-like iron. | Jean Rhys | ||
| 6e2f12f | I had started out in life trusting everyone and now I trusted no one. So I had a few acquaintances and no close friends. It was perhaps in reaction against the inevitable loneliness of my life that I'd find myself doing bold, risky, even outrageous things without hesitation or surprise. I was usually disappointed in these adventures and they didn't have much effect on me, good or bad, but I never quite lost the hope of something better or d.. | hope loneliness trust | Jean Rhys | |
| fe5b0e8 | All that is left in the world is an enormous machine, made of white steel. It has innumerable flexible arms, made of steel. Long, thin arms. At the end of each arm is an eye, the eyelashes stiff with mascara. When I look more closely I see that only some of the arms have these eyes-others have lights. The arms that carry the eyes and the arms that carry the lights are all extraordinarily flexible and very beautiful. But they grey sky, which.. | Jean Rhys | ||
| 216f09d | Now, money, for the night is coming. Money for my hair, money for my teeth, money for shoes that won't deform my feet (it's not so easy now to walk around in cheap shoes with very high heels), money for good clothes, money, money. The night is coming. | night | Jean Rhys | |
| 7a4a13e | I can't sleep,' he said. 'Let me lie with my head on your silver breast. | Jean Rhys | ||
| 698b213 | But you don't know the world,' I teased her. 'No, only here, and Jamaica of course, Coulibri, Spanish Town. I don't know the other islands at all. Is the world more beautiful, then?' And how to answer that? 'It's different,' I said. | Jean Rhys | ||
| a4c5de7 | The devil prince of this world, but this world don't last so long for mortal man. | Jean Rhys | ||
| 346ec37 | When Bon Jovi goes out on tour again, that's who I'm going to go see because some of it survives... while the rest becomes compost in the garden of rock 'n' roll. | Lonn Friend | ||
| bf97bca | If the whole meaning and purpose of life hinged on what he chose to love and who he chose to become, the answer became clear. | Brandon Mull | ||
| 3bdd481 | Is this the seedman Jasher?" The commander indicated the charred remains. "It's his identical twin." "We know he traveled with you until recently. Where is his amar?" "I ate it." "This is a foolish time for flippancy." "I panicked. It tasted horrible. Do you have any mouthwash?" | Brandon Mull |