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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7c60f76 | great events have incalculable results. | Victor Hugo | ||
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| e5f5ff9 | El exceso del dolor como el exceso de la alegria, es una cosa violenta que dura poco: el corazon del hombre no puede durar mucho en un extremo. | Victor Hugo | ||
| ef357dc | Depending on which flavor of academic scholarship you prefer, that age had its roots in the Renaissance or Mannerist periods in Germany, England, and Italy. It first bloomed in France in the garden of Jean-Jacques Rousseau in the 1780s. Others point to Francois-Rene de Chateaubriand's chateau circa 1800 or Victor Hugo's Paris apartments in the 1820s and '30s. The time frame depends on who you ask. All agree Romanticism reached its apogee in.. | romantic-age romanticism | David Downie | |
| 0fbd180 | Furono trovati tra tutte quelle carcasse raccapriccianti due scheletri di cui uno teneva l'altro strettamente abbracciato. Uno di questi due scheletri, che era quello di una donna, aveva ancora qualche brandello di una veste la cui stoffa doveva essere stata bianca e intorno al collo una collana di adrezarach con un sacchettino di seta, ornato di vetri verdi, che era aperto e vuoto. Quegli oggetti avevano cosi poco valore che senza dubbio i.. | end ending esmeralda finale fine notre-dame-de-paris polvere quasimodo | Victor Hugo | |
| 5e643b1 | They move, don't they? Who do you think sets things to moving? Nothing that moves lacks a soul. | Mark Helprin | ||
| ead77ad | It's a defining difference, curiosity. I've never known a stupid person who was curious, or a curious person who was stupid. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 5a57abb | The mind, you see, is like a muscle. For it to remain agile and strong, it must work. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 34c50fc | No matter what it is, if you don't move your eyes and set the pace yourself, your intellect is sentenced to death. The mind, you see, is like a muscle. For it to remain agile and strong, it must work. Television rules that out. | mind television | Mark Helprin | |
| 8b54d77 | The beauty of the truth is that it need not to be proclaimed or believed. It skips from soul to soul, changing form each time it touches, but it is what it is, I have seen it, and someday you will too. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 3bac533 | He knew that, in the eyes of God, all things are interlinked; he knew that justice does indeed spring in great surprise from the acts and consequences of ages long forgotten; and he knew that love is not broken by time. | Mark Helprin Winter's Tale | ||
| cee9446 | Those events which have passed, and which are the foundations of our lives, must be somewhere, he thought. They must be recapturable, even if only in a perfect world. How just it would be if for our final reward we were to be made the masters of time, and if those we love could come alive again not just in memory, but in truth. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 5312911 | He had known in times of the greatest misery or danger that his dreams of home, in which all things seemed beautiful, were in essence his longing for the woman for whom he had been made. That was how, as a soldier, he had seen it, and it was how he had come through. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 31f1104 | That's writing, huh. What does it do?" "It's like talking, but it makes no sound." | Mark Helprin | ||
| 7500b69 | But each time he received an invitation from the Harvard Club to join...he postponed his application for the time when he could do little but rest in the kind of comfortable chair that is to the end of life what a cradle is to the beginning." Pg 55" | Mark Helprin | ||
| 8ad5de9 | For example, they recently had a piece on a character--I think his name was Ambrosio D'Urbervilles--whose "design statement" was to stuff an entire apartment from floor to ceiling with dark purple cottonballs. He called it "Portrait of a Dead Camel Dancing on the Roof of a Steambath." | design humor | Mark Helprin | |
| 2d947a9 | Marriages are made in heaven which is why they cause so much trouble on earth. | Mark Helprin | ||
| bae3e89 | Harry looked at Margaret and thought that, should a woman grow old, she might still have her deepest charm. Should a woman grow old, she would still be a woman, the essence of being so being so inerasable as never to vanish. And if men were to understand this as they, too, grew old, the world would be a happier place. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 0d3b691 | You don't want to be content with yourself. People who are, are insufferable, the walking dead. But you don't want to be entirely driven, either, because then you just skate over the world and never touch it. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 4162517 | If all the months and all their days could be like June weather in New York, there would be paradise on earth. Often, in early June, momentous decisions are made, power waxes strong, quick wars are fought, and love affairs are begun and ended. | Mark Helprin | ||
| a86f0ce | I read. The more you read, the more the world opens up to you... and the happier you are and more comforted you feel. It's up to you. No you is educated who cannot educate himself. | happiness reading reading-books | Mark Helprin | |
| a506036 | He wanted actually to live inside the dream that captured his eye, to spend his days and nights in a fume of burnished gold. | Mark Helprin | ||
| e353ea0 | We like it the way it is. We're enjoying the oscillating balances, the ongoing war between good and evil, the wonderful small triumphs of the soul. Perhaps it's too soon to end all that. Perhaps we need some more time to think things out. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 1993a17 | an old man with a cane may discover that his many years have added nothing to his innocence but proof and explanation, and that, as much as he may have learned in his long life, he cannot see as far as he could see when he was seven | Mark Helprin | ||
| d27f65d | Mortality is like the cold. It cannot be altered by human conceit or solidarity, and at the end you will be on your knees, in shock and amazement, and then you'll have only one sword, one shield, one great thing to carry you through." Alessandro waited to hear what that was, but his father would not say. "If you don't discover it yourself, it will be nothing more than an exhortation from me." | Mark Helprin | ||
| 7e60e34 | But the long tunnels of art through which I walked in Rome that day had no ragged edges, cowardly colors, or shades of pastel that didn't know what to do with themselves. The wisdom, perfection, and beauty of the colors and forms I passed were more than enough, in their collectivity, to hint at the principles which govern the hereafter, whatever that may be. Indeed, even a detail of one painting can offer solid direction in this regard if o.. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 7dedcc3 | I don't want these. They're mud and they've got no color. Or at least the color is different from what I'm used to. Take any American city, in autumn, or in winter, when the light makes the colors dance and flow, and look at it from a distant hill or from a boat in the bay or on the river, and you will see in any section of the view far better paintings than in this lentil soup that you people have to pedigree in order to love. I may be a t.. | art color paintings | Mark Helprin | |
| a1165f6 | And then he was suddenly overwhelmed. It was as if a thousand bolts of lightning had converged to lift him. All he could see was blue, electric blue, wet shining warm blue, blue to no end, everywhere, blue that glowed and made him cry out, blue, blue, her eyes were blue. | Mark Helprin | ||
| ab2f36e | That is, " Harry said, " because the world has never seen - in initiative, imagination, courage, and steadfastness - anything like the American fighting man. Not the Germans, the non-Germans, the semi-German Viennese, the British, the Scots, the Welsh, the Cornish, the Danish, or the Nepalese. You may in the future condemn us for it. You may continue to think that we are savage, disproportionate, and uncivilized. But we saved you the last t.. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 866881f | The more perfect something is, the less it can be loved -- like a face, a body, voice, tone, color, or music itself. In playing a piece, don't strive for perfection: it will kill the piece in that it will prevent it from entering the emotions. That's the kind of advice you can't do anything with except perhaps later, when you don't even know you're doing it. It's part of the freeze of counterpoint.' 'I've never heard that expression,' she s.. | perfection | Mark Helprin | |
| 6875c1a | I wish that, like you, I could have spent my life transported aloft, as it were, every day, in music. Instead, I've lived like a caffeinated parrot. | music parrots | Mark Helprin | |
| f62b800 | Well, if you asked me what my favorite fruit was before last night, I would've said strawberries. But that's cuz I didn't know oranges could taste so good. | Cassie Mae | ||
| 56fdfbe | You are the most gorgeous woman I've ever set eyes on. Every night I thank the stars I get to sleep next to you. And every morning I hope I get at least one more night. | Cassie Mae | ||
| cfd00dd | I love you." "Why?" I ask, eyes drifting closed already. "Because I can't picture a life without you," he whispers so low I barely catch it. "I don't want to." I smile as much as I can with how sleepy I am. He didn't even rehearse that one. His lips graze my forehead. "Why do you love me?" "Because you say things like that." "Wow. My answer was so much better than yours." | Cassie Mae | ||
| 2ea889a | I like this marriage thing, because it's the best of all of us. We get to be the whole meal. The appetizer, the entree, the luxurious dessert... And yes, the peas and the carrots. | love marriage | Cassie Mae | |
| 20b15c1 | I was just, uh...looking at your bush. | humor | Cassie Mae | |
| 0ea1747 | How'd you sleep?" "Like I was in paradise." "I have no problems with you calling my body paradise. Do me a favor and spread the word. Chicks love that shit." | Cassie Mae | ||
| c57b74e | I her. I need to feel her lips against mine. Taste her lip gloss. Know what it feels like to have her this close without holding back. I need her to need me too. | Cassie Mae | ||
| 04fdfa4 | He makes me go crazy inside all the way to the outside. | Cassie Mae | ||
| 0dd0bd1 | To die for the one you loved was an effort too sweet for words. | Karen Blixen | ||
| e77bbf4 | For about five minutes, as I tried to get the Vespa to start, I fell in love with her. The oversized raincoat made her look about eight, as though she should have had matching Wellies with ladybugs on them, and inside the red hood were huge brown eyes and rain-spiked lashes and a face like a kitten's. I wanted to dry her gently with a big fluffy towel, in front of a roaring fire. But then she said, "Here, let me--you have to know how to twi.. | Tana French | ||
| 26cafee | My whole paycheck is going to Campbell's. Thank you, Pepe Le Pew. | Cassie Mae | ||
| b5ad08d | He goes to start the car for me again, leaning so close his breath tickles my neck. My head goes fuzzy as I picture him closing the distance between our bodies, forgetting I'm supposed to be doing something. His lips form words, but I don't hear them. His scent is intoxicating, pulling me under. Holy crap! I'm going to pass out! | Cassie Mae | ||
| 0a92d89 | I'll keep my lips to myself, if that's what you want. | Cassie Mae |