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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9c5020d | Here haue I cause, in men iust blame to find, That in their proper prayse too partiall bee, And not indifferent to woman kind, To whom no share in armes and cheualrie They do impart, ne maken memorie Of their brave gestes and prowess martiall; Scarse do they spare to one or two or three, Rowme in their writs; yet the same writing small Does all their deeds deface, and dims their glories all, But by record of antique times I find, That women.. | Edmund Spenser | ||
| 25eee88 | It is the mynd, that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore: For some, that hath abundance at his will, Hath not enough, but wants in greatest store; And other, that hath litle, askes no more, But in that litle is both rich and wise. For wisedome is most riches; fooles therefore They are, which fortunes doe by vowes deuize, Sith each vnto himselfe his life may fortunize. | Edmund Spenser | ||
| 8ae47ad | It is the mind that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor." --Edmund Spenser" | Anthony Robbins | ||
| fa04743 | Woe never wants, where every cause is caught, and rash Occasion makes unquiet life. | Edmund Spenser | ||
| 3eee10c | Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust. | Edmund Spenser | ||
| 6f8c91c | Tell me, my patient friends, awaiters of messages. From what other shore, from what stranger, Whence, was the word to come? Who was to lesson you? Listeners under a child's crib in a manger, Listeners once by the oracles, now by the transoms, Whom are you waiting for? Who do you think will explain? Listeners thousands of years and still no answer-- Writers at night to Miss Lonely-Hearts, awkward spellers, Open your eyes! There is only earth.. | Archibald MacLeish | ||
| 32d97ef | When he was seventy-four years old the Cretan novelist Nikos Kazantzakis began a book. He called it Report to Greco... Kazantzakis thought of himself as a soldier reporting to his commanding officer on a mortal mission--his life. ... Well, there is only one Report to Greco, but no true book... was ever anything else than a report. ... A true book is a report upon the mystery of existence... it speaks of the world, of our life in the world. .. | libraries library | Archibald MacLeish | |
| 74f9ac9 | When President Roosevelt suggested to Archibald MacLeish that radio be prodded to help celebrate the 150th anniversary of the Bill of Rights, Corwin was given the job. It was an enormous undertaking, a 60-minute broadcast to air on the four national networks simultaneously. But We Hold These Truths was to have a special meaning, for the Japanese had attacked Pearl Harbor the week before, and the show arrived on an unprecedented wave of patr.. | John Dunning | ||
| f6af4ec | BARABAS: Why, I esteem the injury far less, To take the lives of miserable men Than be the causers of their misery. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 2afa781 | BARABAS: For religion Hides many mischiefs from suspicion. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 159a246 | And 'tis a pretty toy to be a poet. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 6fb2735 | Marlowe's) Faustus stubbornly reverts to his atheistic beliefs and continues his elementary pagan re-education ~ the inferno to him is a 'place' invented by men. | christopher-marlowe disbelief faust faust-legend faustian faustus hell inferno marlowe paganism | E.A. Bucchianeri | |
| c72f8d9 | Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the fine.. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 697490a | The God Thou servest is thine own appetite, wherein is fixed the love of Beelzebub. To Him I'll build an altar and a church, and offer lukewarm blood of new-born babes. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 895b087 | As in plain terms (yet cunningly) he crav'd it; / Love always makes those eloquent that have it (II.71-2). | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 279d04a | Love is not full of pity (as men say)/ But deaf and cruel where he means to prey. (Hero and Leander, 771-72) | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 8cd2ad1 | A greater subject fitteth Faustus' wit: Bid Economy10 farewell, and11 Galen come, Seeing, Ubi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus: Be a physician, Faustus; heap up gold, And be eterniz'd for some wondrous cure: Summum bonum medicinae sanitas, The end of physic is our body's health. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 08be423 | BARABAS: As for myself, I walk abroad a-nights, And kill sick people groaning under walls. Sometimes I go about and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns, That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'em go pinion'd along by my door. Being young, I studied physic, and began To practice first upon the Italian; There I enrich'd the priests with burials, And always kept the sexton's arms.. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 57b70f7 | TAMBURLAINE: Live still, my love, and so conserve my life, Or, dying, be the author of my death. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| dab70eb | Infinite riches in a little room | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 6d3d42a | There are different kinds of love, Sarah. I feel one kind of love for your father. A special kind. Another kind for Warren. And still a different kind for you children.' She smiled at me. 'Heaven rue the day we can't feel love for one another. I wouldn't want to live in such a world, would you? | friendship love | Ann Rinaldi | |
| 9b9a597 | Words said can never be recalled. So it is best, oftimes, not to speak too quickly. Yet words left unsaid are worse. We wear them like weights around our hearts. | speak unsaid-words wolf-by-the-ears words | Ann Rinaldi | |
| 36119e4 | My heart stopped beating, I know it did. Hearts do that sometimes, for just a beat or two. Then they start up again. But they never regain those missed beats, and nothing is ever the same afterwards. Life proceeds to a different cadence, and never again as harmonious as before | Ann Rinaldi | ||
| 4e9e269 | Her face was a map I'd like to trace. I'd love to see where it would take me. And I'd love to see where she had been. | Ann Rinaldi | ||
| c294e19 | T)he only really interesting thing about someone that makes you want to explore them further is their heart | Polly Horvath | ||
| d41a4a6 | It's not the natural disasters you have to fear. It's the ones that are inside of you, waiting to happen. | Polly Horvath | ||
| 887c84a | And Mrs. Treaclebunny has promised to speak English from now on as well. In fact, she said when she goes to England, that's all she speaks anyway because the animals speak English there. She says anyone who has read children's books with animals in them set in England would know that. Is The Wind in the Willows written in Mole with a little Ratty thrown in? Is Winnie-the-Pooh written in Bear? No, it's English, because that's what the animal.. | Polly Horvath | ||
| c578163 | The secret is in absolutely refusing to let the river beat you down. | Bette Greene | ||
| 48db8f7 | But you, Pearl, never liked anything once it was yours. | Bette Greene | ||
| 367e4e0 | Sometimes when a person be thinking about one thing it don't mean they is mad about another thing. | Bette Greene | ||
| cf945b6 | One thing you can say about him is that he's appreciative. He's just happy having someone to sit with. | Bette Greene | ||
| 41a2248 | My father chose acquiescence and life rather than resistance and death. Not a very admirable choice, but a very human one. | world-war-ii | Bette Greene | |
| 55be8a1 | Somehow she would manage to introduce herself, and before her victim had scented danger she had proffered an invitation to her suite. Her method of attack was so downright and sudden that there was seldom opportunity to escape. At the Cote d'Azur she staked a claim upon a certain sofa in the lounge, midway between the reception hall and the passage to the restaurant, and she would have her coffee there after luncheon and dinner, and all who.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| cd5924b | best Hitchcock films not made by Hitchcock. Here we go: Le Boucher, the early Claude Chabrol that Hitch, according to lore, wished he'd directed. Dark Passage, with Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall--a San Francisco valentine, all velveteen with fog, and antecedent to any movie in which a character goes under the knife to disguise himself. Niagara, starring Marilyn Monroe; Charade, starring Audrey Hepburn; Sudden Fear!, starring Joan Crawfo.. | A.J. Finn | ||
| 4606b95 | But the amazing thing about life, I've finally discovered, is that you really don't learn from past mistakes. You do logically, reasonably, but emotionally not for a second. | Lauren Bacall | ||
| a00bccf | Lilies used to be a movie theatre, before. Students went there a lot; every spring they had a Humphrey Bogart festival, with Lauren Bacall or Katherine Hepburn, women on their own, making up their minds. They wore blouses with buttons down the front that suggested the possibilities of the word 'undone'. These women could not be undone; or not. They seemed to be able to choose. | empowering handmaid-s-tale undone women | Margaret Atwood | |
| 3f94911 | Death should be different. It should be like bidding farewell to someone at a station before a long journey, but without the strain. | the-apple-tree | Daphne du Maurier | |
| 6b48fcc | Truth was something intangible, unseen, which sometimes we stumbled upon and did not recognize, but was found, and held, and understood only by old people near their death, or sometimes by the very pure, the very young. | truth wisdom | Daphne du Maurier | |
| 6ac4fa5 | Women think differently to men; they travel separate paths. That's why I have no liking for them; they make for trouble and confusion. It was pleasure enough to take you to Launceston, Mary, but when it comes to life and death, like my business now, God knows I wish you a hundred miles away, or sitting primly, your sewing in your lap, in a trim parlour somewhere, where you belong to be." "That's never been my life, nor ever will." "Why not.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| d906c35 | Life can deal you an amazing hand. Do you play it steady, bluff like crazy or go all in? I'll never know. - | Joe Simpson | ||
| 5094ca6 | With each butterfly's arrival, there's a chance for me to be the adult incarnation of the little girl in the picture book I once loved. | Ronlyn Domingue | ||
| ca08e1d | I viewed him romantically, but not with the expectation that anything sexual could happen between us; that didn't occur to me. It was enough for me to be the recipient of his gallant attention, his smiles, his almost tangible warmth and goodwill. Then something happened to awaken another need which, although it initially awoke with only the feeblest twitch, continued to twitch with larger and larger movements until I saw that it was only th.. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| 0f804b9 | She would not show her personality, and even if she did, nobody would see it; they would be too distracted by the thought of a mechanical cunt, endlessly absorbing discharge. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| a763fe1 | I shared a dorm room with a beautiful neurotic who clung to her beauty as if it were a chance piece of debris keeping her afloat on a violent sea. | Mary Gaitskill |