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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 824f411 | Wherever there is human nature, there is drama. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 6d8bb93 | a tiny room, furnished in early MFI, of which every surface was covered in china ornaments and plaster knick-knacks whose only virtue was that they were small, and therefore of limited individual horribleness. Cumulatively, they were like an infestation. Little vases, ashtrays, animals, shepherdesses, tramps, boots, tobys, ruined castles, civic shields of seaside towns, thimbles, bambis, pink goggle-eyed puppies sitting up and begging, scoo.. | curios gewgaws knick-knacks ornaments stuff tchotchkes trinkets | Cynthia Harrod-Eagles | |
| fcef803 | I find a certain value in lightness. | Daniel Abraham | ||
| 3211bb5 | There have always been two standards," Rutledge answered. "People called Fiona a whore, but there's no name for a man who has an illegitimate child." | Charles Todd | ||
| 81c9d0d | I lost my own daughter and I'll never have another. The hurt doesn't go away, no matter what you tell yourself. It's there day and night. I'd have killed any man who touched her. Why should I stand for such talk about another man's child, if I wouldn't have stood for it about my own? | Charles Todd | ||
| 5bcaf1a | When you watch the living force go out of a man's face as you fire your weapon into his unprotected body, it is very personal, | Charles Todd | ||
| 53b1c36 | Wishful thinking, that time might heal--it seldom healed anything, only making scars that were often tender to the touch, and ugly. | Charles Todd | ||
| 963c0d8 | God told Abraham to leave his home and set for journey and to have faith of being taken care of. Not just an external journey, it was also a journey upon into oneself. | Daniel Gottlieb | ||
| 3e185db | Being doomed doesn't take away from the dignity of the effort, though. | Daniel Abraham | ||
| 50796b0 | It was only later, in her new, darker rooms above the banking house, that she realized it didn't matter how loud she screamed or how violently she wept. Her parents would never come to her because, being dead, they didn't care anymore. | Daniel Abraham | ||
| 1e65eb2 | And may the gods keep us from a world where only the people who deserve love get it. | Daniel Abraham | ||
| 3c9af23 | That's the whole world. You. Me. The sea, the sky. Every retching thing there is. It's all a dream the dragons dream, and if the last dragon ever wakes up, we're fu*ked." (pg. 12)" | Daniel Abraham | ||
| 3d2774f | Love is like recognition. It's the moment when you catch sight of someone and you think There is someone I have business with in this life. There is someone I was born to know. | fate love | Daniel Abraham | |
| 6c44146 | Words can so often mean what you take from them rather than what was intended. | Daniel Abraham | ||
| 383af09 | if you think you are too small to make a change, try to sleep in a room with one mosquito! | Daniel Abraham | ||
| 634d0de | Just because something's a game, doesn't mean it isn't serious. | Daniel Abraham | ||
| e544efd | You have all the time there is between right now and whenever it's too late. | Daniel Abraham | ||
| a62e6ee | The world disappoints us all, and the ways we change our own stories to survive that disappointment are beautiful and tragic and hilarious. | Daniel Abraham | ||
| e4aede2 | I suppose that really I had a training or education not so very different from a lot of other artists and illustrators -- it's just that I didn't have it in the normal order. When I was at school I liked drawing, and I liked anything to do with humor, and I liked writing too. When I was about fourteen, I was lucky enough to be introduced to a man who both painted pictures and drew cartoons for newspapers and magazines, including | Quentin Blake | ||
| 6dadc24 | No le conozco a usted. Nadie puede conocerle, ponerse en su lugar, usted no tiene lugar, no sabe donde encontrar un lugar. Por ello le quiero y usted esta perdido. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 6ea3a4d | Ils sont morts ensemble. Cent metres a faire. Se coucher. Faire tenir les enfants tranquilles. Les endormir peut-etre avec des chansons. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 95465a4 | Vous lui dites que vous voulez essayer, essayer plusieurs jours peut-etre? Peut-etre plusieurs semaines. Peut-etre meme pendant votre vie. Elle demande : Essayer quoi ? Vous dites : d'aimer | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 8b85d20 | Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened." -- Marguerite Duras, The Malady of Death" | Marguerite Duras | ||
| c68231e | Night. The beach and the sea are in darkness. A dog passes, going toward the sea wall. No one walks on the boardwalk, but, on the benches lining it, people sit. They relax. Are silent. Separated from one another. They do not speak. The traveler passes. He walks slowly, he goes in the same direction as the dog. He stops. Returns. He seems to be out for a walk. He starts off again. His face is no longer visible. The sea is calm. No wind. The .. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 3ed32d8 | Sometimes your gaze alone scares me. Sometimes I've never seen you before. I no longer know what you're doing here, in this popular seaside resort, in this dull, crowded season, where you are even more alone than in your regional capital. The better to kill you, perhaps, or to drive you away, I don't know. I sometimes manage to feel I've never seen you before. That I don't know you, to the point of horror. That I have no idea why you're her.. | knowing-others relationships uncertainty | Marguerite Duras | |
| 31c6166 | Finally he hears something: he thinks it is the ebb and flow of the sea, the water crashing back into the abyss of salt. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 002f4c9 | Then the girl spoke to the child. She told him she'd rather it remain this way between them. That she'd rather their story not move from this place, even if the child didn't understand her; that it remain in this desire, even if that meant she put herself to death. Not a real death, mind you, but a dead death, where you don't hurt, where you're never sad, you're never punished, nothing. She said, 'It should be completely impossible.' She sa.. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 86c7730 | I answered that what I wanted more than anything else in the world was to write, nothing else but that, nothing. Jealous. She's jealous. No answer, just a quick glance immediately averted, a slight shrug, unforgettable. I'll be the first to leave. There are still a few years to wait before she loses me, loses this one of her children. For the sons there's nothing to fear. But this one, she knows, one day she'll go, she'll manage to escape. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| ab91d94 | Nunca escrevi julgando faze-lo nunca amei julgando amar nunca fiz nada senao esperar diante da porta fechada. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 2dfe1ce | What she tells the Japanese is this lost opportunity which has made her what she is. The story she tells of this lost opportunity literally transports her outside herself and carries her toward this new man. To give oneself, body and soul, that's it. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 4619e43 | La nina y el hermano pequeno lloran el uno junto al otro, sellados por una desesperacion de sangre que no pueden compartir con nadie. Thanh los mantiene abrazados, acaricia sus rostros, sus manos. Llora por sus llantos, llora tambien por el llanto de la madre. Por amor a la nina. La madre. Se ha girado hacia el barco. No le vemos la cara. Da media vuelta. Va hacia las rejas, se apoya en la reja al lado de los hijos que le quedan. Llora .. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 4b75363 | They look at each other endlessly, endlessly, | Marguerite Duras | ||
| d71a278 | Ecrire ce n'est pas raconter des histoires. C'est le contraire de raconter des histoires. C'est raconter tout a la fois. C'est raconter une histoire et l'absence de cette histoire. C'est raconter une histoire qui en passe par son absence. Lol V. Stein est detruite par le bal de S. Thala. Lol V. Stein est batie par le bal de S. Thala. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 6e22ec1 | Why is one compelled to write? To set oneself apart, cocooned, rapt in solitude, despite the wants of others. Virginia Woolf had her room. Proust his shuttered windows. Marguerite Duras her muted house. Dylan Thomas his modest shed. All seeking an emptiness to imbue with words. The words that will penetrate virgin territory, crack unclaimed combinations, articulate the infinite. The words that formed Lolita, The Lover, Our Lady of the Flowe.. | Patti Smith | ||
| 143b515 | Very early in my life it was too late. It was already too late when I was eighteen. Between eighteen and twenty-five my face took off in a new direction. I grew old at eighteen. I don't know if it's the same for everyone, I've never asked. But I believe I've heard of the way time can suddenly accelerate on people when they're going through even the most youthful and highly esteemed stages of life. My ageing was very sudden. I saw it spread .. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 07c5031 | Hello . . . my name is Inigo Montoya; you killed my father . . . prepare to die . . . . | William Goldman | ||
| 8d66c15 | Let's say the madonnas of the night in Elm were severely disappointed in the Black Company. | Glen Cook | ||
| 2be3d4c | One endured with humble dignity the consequences of youthful folly. | folly old-age | Glen Cook | |
| 237219a | So you think this is a trap then? the Count said. I think everything is a trap. which is why I am still alive. said the prince | William Goldman | ||
| c933fa0 | There were stories that the King was dying, that he was already dead, that he had been dead long since, that he was fine. | William Goldman | ||
| c7741a3 | It's my letter," she began. "I cannot make it right." "Come in, come in," the Prince said gently. "Maybe we can help you." She sat down in the same chair as before. "All right, I'll close my eyes and listen; read to me." " 'Westley, my passion, my sweet, my only, my own. Come back, come back. I shall kill myself otherwise. Yours in torment, Buttercup.' " She looked at Humperdinck. "Well? Do you think I'm throwing myself at him?" "It does se.. | humor letters love melancholy | William Goldman | |
| 9e48469 | He studied, fretted, complained. He never should have taken the job; it was impossible. The next day he would be flying: he never should have taken the job; it was too simple to be worth his labors. Joy to despair, joy to despair, day to day, hour to hour. Sometimes Inigo would wake to find him weeping: "What is it, Father?" "It is that I cannot do it. I cannot make the sword. I cannot make my hands obey me. I would kill myself except what .. | William Goldman | ||
| 0ee8cdc | Writing is finally about one thing: going into a room alone and doing it. Putting words on paper that have never been there in quite that way before. And although you are physically by yourself, the haunting Demon never leaves you, that Demon being the knowledge of your own terrible limitations, your hopeless inadequacy, the impossibility of ever getting it right. No matter how diamond-bright your ideas are dancing in your brain, on paper t.. | William Goldman | ||
| ea9466e | Inigo stood still a moment, panting. Then he made a half turn in the direction of Count Rugen and executed a quick and well-formed bow. "Hello," he said. "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." | William Goldman |