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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9da35c2 | Keep home in your heart, where no one can steal it. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 270c28b | I looked in the mirror and realized that I was already dead. I let you kill me one piece at a time, starting when I was, what? Eight years old? Nine? You killed yourself and then you came after us. | depression suicide tragic twisted ya | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| 04b272a | The whole point of not talking about it, of silencing the memory, is to make it go away. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 8110c85 | Sometimes I think high school is one long hazing activity. If you're tough enough to survive this, they'll let you become an adult. I hope it's worth it. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 209081f | Has she received any letters from Lockton?' The question hit me like a bucket of cold water. 'You asking me to spy again?' 'Listen,' he started, 'Our freedom-' I did not let him continue. 'You are blind. They don't want us free. They just want liberty for themselves. | american-revolution slavery truth | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| 914f98d | The world turns upside down every day. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 1056617 | This is not our fight,' the old man said. 'British or American, that is not the choice. You must choose your own side, find your road through the valley of darkness that will lead you to the river Jordan. | american-revolution choices politics slavery | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| 2b85ab2 | fortifications. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 773b2e1 | The difference between forgetting something and not remembering it is big enough to drive an eighteen-wheeler through. | remember | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| c5926f6 | I couldn't control what was done to me. But my response to it was in my control. | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| e57d1fe | My mother clutches at the collar of my shirt. I rub her back and feel her tears on my neck. It's been decades since our bodies have been this close. It's an odd sensation, like a torn ligament knitting itself back, lumpy and imperfect, usable as long as we know not to push it too hard. | divakaruni immigrant-experience india indian-american love mothers-and-daughters novel novel-in-stories women-s-books | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | |
| 3de7927 | Try to remember that you are the instrument and I the doer. If you can hold on to this, no sin can touch you. Instrument, | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| 96f6d32 | It feels as though it were just yesterday Grandfather exited my life like a bullet, leaving a bleeding hole behind. | drama family-relationships immigration india literary-fiction suspense | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | |
| 56cced3 | It didn't drain me as I thought it might. Instead, it invigorated me. Such was love's magic--the giver gained more than the receiver. | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| fa2e6c2 | You will be remembered for causing the greatest war of your time. | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| b92ace4 | I listened mesmerized, visualizing the goddess with her divine mate, wondering if it was possible for humans to replicate this perfect relationship. Would I be blessed with such a love in my life? | lovers parvati shiva sita | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | |
| e3f0178 | In your yearning you have made me into that which I am not. | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| 4ae99b3 | Who held his cries in until red swam behind his eyelids like bleeding stars. | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| 28ac1fe | O exhilaration, I thought. To be lifted up through the eye of chaos, to balance breath-stopped on the edge of nothing. And the plunge that would follow, the shattering of my matchstick body to smithereens, the bones flying free as foam, the heart finally released. | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| 0c342ab | But where love and sorrow bind people together, goodbyes are not so easily said. We were about to discover that. | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| 869f77d | What is the most wondrous thing on earth? Each day countless humans enter the Temple of Death, yet the ones left behind continue to live as though they were immortal. . . . In | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| 68b72c5 | Perhaps that was why I had to endure pain--because true transformation can only happen in the crucible of suffering | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| 9d8010d | The purpose of Art is to convey the truth of a thing, not to be the truth itself." SYLVIE BERESFORD TODD" | Kate Atkinson | ||
| c983598 | If he hadn't been the father of her children, Viola might have admired Dominic for the way he was so easily able to absolve himself of all obligation simply by asserting his right to self-fulfilment. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| a8cf0eb | You said five little words to someone--How can I help you?--and it was as if you'd mortgaged your soul out to them. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 1529927 | Sacrifice, by its nature, was predicated on giving, not receiving. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 04ec397 | There were many things Viola could have said at this point. She had thought of all of them while gazing at the forest, the sacred river, the birds, 'I'm sorry' being foremost, but instead she told him about the dream. 'And then you turned to me and you were smiling and you said, "We did it, Mum! Everyone got on the train."' 'I don't think it was about the train.' 'No,' Viola agreed. 'It was how I felt when you spoke to me.' 'Which was?' 'Ov.. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| b1b3092 | First things were good, last things not so much so. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 3e2da54 | Doing nothing was much more productive than people thought; Jackson often had his most profound insights when he appeared to be entirely idle. He didn't get bored, he just went into a nothing kind of place. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| bd4f73e | Women seemed to him to be in possession of all kinds of undesirable properties, chiefly madness. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| d6ddb51 | I loved him so much. Love him so much. I don't know why I use the past tense. It's not as if love dies with the beloved. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| e7821be | Louise was an urbanite, she preferred the gut-thrilling sound of an emergency siren slicing through the night to the noise of country birds at dawn. Pub brawls, rackety roadworks, mugged tourists, the badlands on a Saturday night - they all made sense, they were all part of the huge, dirty, torn social fabric. There was a war raging out there in the city and she was part of the fight, but the countryside unsettled her because she didn't kno.. | country women | Kate Atkinson | |
| 242e179 | Do you keep time in the same place that you save it? If so why is it always so difficult to find? It must be in a very safe place. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| e7cf9ac | In the half-century of his life, a tick on the Doomsday clock, he had borne witness to the most unbelievable technological advances. He had started off listening to an old Bush radio in the corner of the living room and now he had a phone in his hand on which he could pretend to throw a scrunched-up piece of paper into a waste bin. The world had waited a long time for that. | crime-fiction technology | Kate Atkinson | |
| 3aaab7e | It was funny because she thought of herself as a good team player, although sometimes she suspected that no one else on her team did. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 7ba29c8 | Novels gave you a completely false idea about life, they told lies and they implied there were endings when in reality there were no endings, everything just went on and on and on. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 6d3a55c | So, what do they pay you for...exactly?" "Slapped around. Tied up. Beaten. Given orders, made to do things." "What kind of things?" "You know." "No, I can't even begin to imagine." "Lick my boots, crawl on floor, eat like dog." "Nothing useful, then, like hoovering?" | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 7bf6283 | And who thought it was a good idea to rent bicycles to Italian adolescent language students? If hell did exist, which Jackson was sure it did, it would be governed by a committee of fifteen-year-old Italian boys on bikes. | summer | Kate Atkinson | |
| 2dc8c98 | I'm not myself," she said and then laughed maniacally, "but God knows who I am." | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 0bc4e6f | what if she were simply to open her bedroom window and throw herself out, head first? Would she really be able to come back and start again? Or was it, as everyone told her, and as she must believe, all in her head? And so what if it was--wasn't everything in her head real too? What if there was no demonstrable reality? What if there was nothing beyond the mind? Philosophers "came to grips" with this problem a long time ago, Dr. Kellet had .. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| c9ecefc | The Grim Reaper, Gloria corrected herself - if anyone deserved capital letters it was surely Death. Gloria would rather like to be the Grim Reaper. She wouldn't necessarily be grim, she suspected she would be quite cheerful (Come along now, don't make such a fuss). | Kate Atkinson | ||
| a2c391a | Moments left, Teddy thought. A handful of heartbeats. That was what life was. A heartbeat followed by a heartbeat. A breath followed by a breath. One moment followed by another moment and then there was a last moment. Life was as fragile as a bird's heartbeat, fleeting as the bluebells in the wood. It didn't matter, he realized, he didn't mind, he was going where millions had gone before and where millions would follow after. He shared his .. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| eb2448d | Or was it, as everyone told her, and as she must believe, all in her head? And so what if it was - wasn't everything in her head real too? What if there was no demonstrable reality? What if there was nothing beyond the mind? | reality | Kate Atkinson | |
| c3a9ae3 | He wanted to be deafened by the thunder of her engines, he needed to be drained of every thought by the cold, the noise, the equal amounts of boredom and adrenalin. He had believed once that he would be formed by the architecture of war, but now he realized, he had been erased by it. | Kate Atkinson |