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| 938728e | Dark had meant Dora, had meant words and events sordid with self. Struggling to the light from Dora's darkness, Caro had acquired conscience and equilibrium like a profound, laborious education. Exercise of principle would always require more from her than from persons nurtured in it, for she had learned it by application of will. Caro would never do the right thing without knowing it, as some could. | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| dc4a3db | I see that you are highly defensive." . . . Caro said, "I withhold my analysis of your own attitude." | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| 048c77b | I was often, later on, to act out with Giaconda a circumspection I did not feel: her abundance made others reticent; her openness evoked discretion. | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| 3aba414 | Even Grace still imagined there might be words, the words that could reach Dora and that had so far, unaccountably, not been hit upon. Only Caro recognized that Dora's condition was exactly that: a condition, an irrational state requiring professional, or divine, intervention. | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| 19dc4ba | I wasn't convinced a shop girl would know the word 'Oedipal. | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| df28bb6 | But tears are not, like blood, shed by all involuntarily and according to the same determinants. And I had come to wonder, from the cauterized state of my own emotions then, whether those who have suppressed or diverted the course of strong feeling are sometimes left immune, with nothing more than just such superficial traces of what was once a great affliction. [p. 78] | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| b6cd0c3 | It mattered to us both to have some point of reference in that strange place, some means of attesting to the effect it had on us. [p. 87] | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| 79201c5 | They walked off on the earthy path, laughing not quite naturally, for they could hardly help being pleased by the momentary attention of descending passengers and by their own almost meritorious youth. | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| 4369033 | Reverie by the open window in the sweet futility of a mild evening was yet to strike the Australian male as a requirement. (There would be the question of fly screens, for one thing.) | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| 884f38c | If there's one thing I learned, it's that nobody is here forever. You have to live for the moment, each and every day...the here, the now. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| e50a765 | I'm going to kiss you." "Here?" "Oh, yeah. Right here, right now." | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 3a0452f | is plain yuck. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 21ad642 | Do you think about making love with me?" I lie awake most nights, fantasizing about sleeping next to her ... loving her. "Right now, muneca, makin' love to you is the only thing on my mind." -- | brittany-ellis fantasize making-love spanish think | Simone Elkeles | |
| cf1c1c8 | I catch sight of Luis with one of my bandannas on his head and my gut tightens. I yank it off him. "Don't ever touch this, Luis." "Why not?" he asks, his deep brown eyes all innocent. To Luis, it's a bandanna. To me, it's a symbol of what is and will never be. How the hell am I supposed to explain it to an eleven-year-old kid? He knows what I am. It's no secret the bandanna has the Latino Blood colors on it. Payback and revenge got me in an.. | bandanna blood brother colors gang innocent latino-blood luis-fuentes red symbol | Simone Elkeles | |
| 69f74c0 | If you've got a problem with me smokin', tell me." "Okay, I've got a problem with you smoking," I tell him. "Why didn't you just say so?" he says, then smashes it into the car's ashtray. "I can't believe you actually like it," I say when he starts driving again. "It relaxes me." "Do I make you nervous?" His gaze travels from my eyes to my breasts and down to where my dress meets my thighs. "In that dress you do." | Simone Elkeles | ||
| be7c876 | I shake my head. White people. "It's" | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 49b2583 | I lay my fantasy in the backseat of Isa's car and slide in next to her. She snuggles up, using me as her personal pillow, her blond curls sprawled over my crotch. I close my eyes for a second, trying to get the image out of my head. And I don't know what to do with my hands. My right one is on the door armrest. My left one hovers over Brittany. I hesitate. Who am I kidding? I'm not a virgin. I'm an eighteen-year-old guy who can deal with ha.. | asleep brittany-ellis cuddle hair intimate snuggle-pillow touch | Simone Elkeles | |
| 2c3974b | No, la proxima vez que te bese durara un largo, largo tiempo. Y cuando lo hayamos hecho comprenderas que estar excitado no es sobre la experiencia. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| c4b831f | Hiya, Alex. I missed you tonight." My gaze rests on Sam. "Yeah, I see how much you missed me." "Sam? Oh, I don't really like him," she coos, coming close. I can smell the radiating off her. "I'm waiting for you to come back to me." "Not gonna happen." "Is it because of your stupid chemistry partner?" She grabs ray chin, trying to force me to look at her, her long nails digging into my skin. I grab both her wrists and pull them aside, all .. | back-off bitch bitter brittany-ellis carmen-sanchez chemistry-parnter ex give-a-shit missed shit | Simone Elkeles | |
| e31c0a6 | Yeah, it does. YOu once told me that I make you believe in the impossible. make me believe in love, which I'd given up on. Thank you for proving to me it's not just a fairy tale. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 86bc454 | Yeah, it does. You once told me that I make you believe in the impossible. You make me believe in love, which I'd given up on. Thank you for proving to me it's not just a fairy tale | Simone Elkeles | ||
| b0f806e | I'm willing to find out what this thing is going on between us. Are you?" "If we weren't outside," he says, "I'd show you--" I cut him off by grabbing the thick hair at the base of his neck and pulling that gorgeous head of his down. If we can't exactly have privacy right now, I'll settle for being real. Besides, everyone who we need to keep this a secret from is in school. Alex keeps his hands at his side, but when I part my lips, he groan.. | brittany-ellis kissing making-out more touching | Simone Elkeles | |
| 9e081aa | His high school girlfriend. I caught them in the act." "You caught them having sex at Homestyle Buffet?" Carlos chimes in, confused and maybe a little amused." | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 4fea03c | He would dream of discovering a magic optometrist from whom he would purchase a pair of green-tinged spectacles which would correct his regrettable myopia, and after that he would be able to see through the dense, blinding air to the fabulous world beneath. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| f174d5d | Rowan (Atkinson) pochmurne prikyvoval a dodal, ze nedavno v jednom televiznim skeci pouzil zaznam klecicich muslimu pri patecni modlitbe, podle nej v Teheranu, s nasledujicim komentarem:" A patrani po ajatollahove kontaktni cocce pokracuje." | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 9db712d | Why demons, when man himself is a demon?' the Nobel Laureate Singer's 'last demon' asked from his attic in Tishevitz. To which Chamcha's sense of balance, his much-to-be-said-for-and-against reflex, wished to add: 'And why angels, when man is angelic too? | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 7b2a7c8 | the children of the hour of darkness were born, I'm afraid, in the midst of the age of darkness; so that although we found it easy to be brilliant, we were always confused about being good. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 248986b | children are the vessels into which adults pour their poison, and it was the poison of grown-ups which did for us. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| ce3f439 | When you have things, then there is time to dream; when you don't, you fight. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 8803a70 | man is sane only to the extent that he subscribes to a previously-agreed construction of reality. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 801da05 | Africa, have you seen it? No? Then is it truly there?...And the past, did it happen? And the future, will it come? Believe in your own eyes and you'll get into a lot of trouble'"." | Salman Rushdie | ||
| e73b492 | La necesidad de una mujer que cure la soledad del asesinato --dijo el emperador, rememorando--. Que borre la culpabilidad de la victoria o la vanagloria de la derrota, aquiete el temblor de los huesos, enjugue las lagrimas calientes del alivio y la verguenza. Que nos abrace mientras sentimos la marea menguante de nuestro odio y esa forma de bochorno aun mayor a la que da paso. Que nos rocie con lavanda para ocultar el olor de la sangre en l.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 990b256 | But it's not as simple as that," he told himself, because the dance of the Shadow Warrior showed him that silence had its own grace and beauty (just as speech could be graceless and ugly); and that Action could be as noble as Words; and that creatures of darkness could be as lovely as the children of the light. "If Guppees and Chupwalas didn't hate each other so," he thought, "they might actually find each other pretty interesting. Opposite.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 5da397e | We look at the galaxy and fall in love, but the universe cares less about us than we do about it, and the stars stay in their courses however much we may wish upon them to do otherwise. It's true that if you watch the sky-wheel turn for a while you'll see a meteor fall, flame and die. That's not a star worth following; it's just an unlucky rock. Our fates are here on earth. There are no guiding stars. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 10345c1 | The city's streets coiled around him, writhing like serpents, London had grown unstable once again, revealing its true, capricious, tormented nature, its anguish of a city that had lost its sense of itself and wallowed, accordingly, in the impotence of its selfish, angry present of masks and parodies, stifled and twisted by the insupportable, unrejected burden of its past, staring into the bleakness of its impoverished future. He wandered i.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 1a8af3c | Despues de exigir mi marcha, ya no posees jurisdiccion en lo concerniente a mi salud. | alejamiento desamor escape huida salud | Salman Rushdie | |
| 8cf8092 | The Pages of Gup, now that they had talked through everything so fully, fought hard, remained united, support each other when required to do so, and in general looked like a force with a common purpose. All those arguments and debates, all that openness, had created powerful bonds of friendship between them. | political-theory social-theory | Salman Rushdie | |
| 55404a8 | Sardar Harbans Singh passed away peacefully in a wicker rocking-chair in a Srinigar garden of spring flowers and honeybees with his favourite tartan rug across his knees and his beloved son, Yuvraj the exporter of handicrafts, by his side, and when he stopped breathing the bees stopped buzzing and the air silenced its whispers and Yuvraj understood that the story of the world he had known all his life was coming to an end, and that what fol.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 2a8b154 | And now, restored to the status of daughter in her own home, Amina began to feel the emotions of other people's food seeping into her - because Reverend Mother doled out the curries and meatballs of intransigence, dishes imbued with the personality of their creator; Amina ate the fish salans of stubbornness and the birianis of determination. And, although Mary's pickles had a partially counteractive effect - since she had stirred into them .. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 56394b8 | You observe ... that when it's time to unleash a few insults, a man will always choose his mother tongue. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| aaeb17d | It was a rare thing to be granted one's heart's desire. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 92383d4 | They feared her [the dream beloved], knowing that, being impossible, she was irresistable, and that was why the king loved her best. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 25abca5 | I am your handiwork made flesh. You took beauty and created hideousness, and out of this monstrosity your child will be born .... I am the meaning of your deeds. I am the meaning of your so-called love; your destructive, selfish, wanton love ... your love looks just like hatred. | shalimar-the-clown | Salman Rushdie | |
| cda0ffb | Life's bruises demythologise us all. The earth gapes. | Salman Rushdie |