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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e9faa57 | I carry love wrapped in pain. That is my treasure and soon it will be yours. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| a1de954 | The most rigid pattern was not the one imposed by the school system or the adolescent social system. It was the pattern I made of the people around me, a mythology for their incomprehensible activity, a mythology that brought me a cramped delight, which I protected by putting all possible space between myself and other people. the boundaries of my inner world did not extend out, but in, so that there was a large area of blank whiteness star.. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| 4fa31d1 | He felt like a man in a small boat under which a huge sea creature has passed, causing the boat to pitch gently. Like a man in a boat, he could chase it or run from it, and he picked chase. If he felt it on her lips, he put his mouth on her lips. If he found it on the palm of her hand, he opened her hand and licked it up. Her soul darted here and there, sensitive as any creature, tipping her center of balance back and forth as it oscillated.. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| 70cce83 | He stood for everything she feared and hated and despised; but she knew she could love him. Nature cared nothing for prejudice. Men and women were like the animals on the farm at Helford, she supposed; there was a common law of attraction for all living things, some similarity of skin or touch, and they would go to one another. This was no choice made with the mind. Animals did not reason, neither did the birds in the air. Mary was no hypoc.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 96a1e32 | Tact was a quality unknown to her, discretion too, and because gossip was the breath of life to her this stranger must be served for her dissection. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 92913f0 | Roger left the cricket stumps and they went into the drawing room. Grandpapa, at the first suggestion of reading aloud, had disappeared, taking Patch with him. Grandmama had cleared away the tea. She found her spectacles and the book. It was Black Beauty. Grandmama kept no modern children's books, and this made common ground for the three of them. She read the terrible chapter where the stable lad lets Beauty get overheated and gives him a .. | children-s-books horse stories story storytelling | Daphne du Maurier | |
| f4414c2 | What was the point of having a man if all he could do was turn his back and sleep? Not that she wanted him to do anything else, but in a way it was an insult. The turned back reminded her of all the various backs that had not been turned. Which was a depressing thought, because it meant she was beginning to live in the past. Backs That Were Never Turned. The Reminisces of Maria Delaney...No, it was not depressing. It was funny. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 3a3dfdd | She reminded me of something, and suddenly I knew. I was a tiny child again at Radford, my uncle's home, and he was walking me through the glass-houses in the gardens. There was one flower, an orchid, that grew alone; it was the colour of pale ivory, with one little vein of crimson running through the petals. The scent filled the house, honeyed, and sickly sweet. It was the loveliest flower I had ever seen. I stretched out my hand to stroke.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| ec325be | They jogged along in silence, Jem playing with the thong of the whip, and Mary aware of his hands beside her. She glanced down at them out of the tail of her eye, and she saw they were long and slim; they had the same strength, the same grace, as his brother's. These attracted her; the others repelled her. She realised for the first time that aversion and attraction ran side by side; that the boundary line was thin between them. The thought.. | aversion | Daphne du Maurier | |
| 8cdd00a | I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundations, and one is so easily bruised, so sift wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 651c483 | The smell of coffee, white dust, tobacco and burnt bread, flowers with a fragrance of wine, and the crimson fruit, soft and overripe. A girl looking over her bare shoulder, with a flash of a smile, gold ear-rings showing from thick black hair brushed away from her face, long arms, a cigarette between her lips. Night like a great dark blanket, voices murmuring at a street corner, the air warm with tired flowers, and a hum from the sea. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| ec1e37a | But he was quite eclipsed by one of the deputies of the Third Estate, a young lawyer called Robespierre--I wonder if Pierre has heard of him?--who suggested that the Archbishop would do better if he told his fellow clergy to join forces with the patriots who were friends to the people, and that if they wanted to help they might set an example by giving up some of their own luxurious way of living, and returning to the simple ways of the fou.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 34ecce9 | houve um excesso de melodrama na minha vida, e daria tudo para conservar a paz e a tranquilidade conquistadas. A Felicidade nao e uma coisa concreta - e uma qualidade do pensamento, um estado de espirito. Claro que temos os nossos momentos de depressao; mas outros momentos ha, tambem, em que o tempo nao e medido pelo relogio e se prolonga pela eternidade. Entao, vendo-o sorrir para mim, sei que estamos juntos, que marchamos lado a lado, sem.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 89dabdc | Here was Pierre laying down the law about what the King should say to the Assembly, or what the Assembly should say to the King, and yet he could not order his own unruly boys to come down from off the hay-shocks. My mother would have done so and boxed the ears of the pair of them. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| d5ba086 | She put the steaming mutton down in front and he smacked his lips 'they taught you something where you came from, anyway,' he said. 'I always say there's two things women ought to do by instinct, and cookin's one of 'em. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 12f1d14 | he proceeded to cut carefully a thin slice from the loaf, which he quartered in pieces and buttered for her, the whole business very delicately done and in striking contrast to his manner in serving himself - so much so that to Mary there was something almost horrifying in the change from rough brutality to fastidious care. It was as though there was some latent power in his fingers which turned them from bludgeons into deft and cunning ser.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| d46a906 | The only time I got into trouble was when I forged M's signature on the weekly report we had to take home every Friday and take back to school again signed by one of our parents. The reason I did so was that M happened to be out at the time and I thought I could save myself trouble. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 73bd95f | Women are not so, Philip. Their moods vary with the days and nights, sometimes even with the hours, just as a man's can do. We are human, that is our failing. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 74e47c3 | I wished he would not always treat me as a child, rather spoilt, rather irresponsible, someone to be petted from time to time when the mood came upon him, but more often forgotten, more often patted on the shoulder and told to run away and play. I wished something would happen to make me look wiser, more mature. Was it always going to be like this? He way ahead of me, with his own moods that I did not share, his secret troubles that I did n.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 63927d8 | The air was full of their scent, sweet and heady, and it seemed to me as though their very essence had mingled with the running waters of the stream, and become one with the falling rain and the dank rich moss beneath our fee | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 3fcbbdc | My afternoon had spoilt me for the hours that still remained, | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| a6cd301 | Today, wrapped in the complacent armor of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one lightly and are soon forgotten, but then-- how a careless word would linger, becoming a fiery stigma, and how a look, a glance over a shoulder, branded themselves as things eternal. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 9bba307 | Sentiment can turn afterlife into a fairy tale for children, and I prefer this to Edme's theory of oblivion. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| d941e65 | Nat listened to the tearing sound of splintering wood, and wondered how many million years of memory were stored in those little brains, behind the stabbing beaks, the piercing eyes, now giving them this instinct to destroy mankind with all the deft precision of machines. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| dbf3158 | I did so obediently, and waited for her approval. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 95f0da7 | It embarrassed her, as a child, to think that her father had fallen in love, or, if men must love, then it should have been someone else, someone dark, mysterious and profoundly clever, not an ordinary person who was impatient for no reason and cross when one was late for lunch. | clever dark embarrass embarrassment father impatience impatient late love mediocrity men mother mysterious mystery ordinary | Daphne du Maurier | |
| 0285bcd | I dragged myself to my feet, and with my hellhound in tow started off once more through the fastness of the wood, feeling, as the poet did before me, that my companion would be with me through the nights and through the days and down the arches of the years, and I should never be rid of him. | poetry remembrance | Daphne du Maurier | |
| a252f1a | She sat with her chin cupped in her hands, her eyes fixed on the window splashed with mud and rain, hoping with a sort of desperate interest that some ray of light would break the heavy blanket of sky, and but a momentary trace of that lost blue heaven that had mantled Helford yesterday shine for an instant as a forerunner of fortune. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 401096f | Jamaica Inn stands today, hospitable and kindly, a temperance house on the twenty-mile road between Bodmin and Launceston. In the following story of adventure I have pictured it as it might have been over a hundred and twenty years ago; and although existing place-names figure in the pages, the characters and events described are entirely imaginary. Daphne du Maurier Bodinnick-by-Fowey October 1935 | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 22efa08 | I know that age, it's a particularly obstinate one, and a thousand bogies won't make you fear the future. A pity we can't change over. | innocence naivete youth | Daphne du Maurier | |
| c1b920f | Samuel had strengthened the blood-tie between them, but no more than this. They would cherish each other in sickness and in health, walk through life sharing its pleasures and its sorrows, sleep side by side at night in the little room above the porch, grow old and frail, resting at last, not parted, in Lanoc Churchyard--but from the beginning to the end they would have no knowledge of one another. Janet's feeling for Samuel ran parallel to.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 2b14190 | My complaint is universal, and has been so through the ages, an excuse for jest and hilarious laughter from earliest times, until one of us oversteps the mark and becomes a menace to society. Then we are given the boot. The passerby averts his gaze, and we are left to crawl out of the ditch alone, or stay there and die. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 796c8dc | It is not easy to be gallant in an apple tree. Perhaps you will tell your mother. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| f331be2 | The soft humidity of the evening, so pleasant to walk about in earlier, had turned to rain. The strolling tourists had melted away. One or two people hurried by under umbrellas. This is what the inhabitants who live here see, he thought. This is the true life. Empty streets by night, the dank stillness of a stagnant canal beneath shuttered houses. The rest is a bright facade put on for show, glittering by sunlight. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| d2fcb81 | There was Manderley, our Manderley, secretive and silent as it had always been, the gray stone shining in the moonlight of my dream... | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 25bd00a | You're a good girl," he said. "I'm fond of you, Mary; you've got sense, and you've got pluck; you'd make a good companion to a man. They ought to have made you a boy." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 841d4de | Trust you? Good God, of course I trust you. It's you who won't trust me, you damned little fool.'" He laughed silently, and bent down to her, putting his arms round her, and he kissed her then as he had kissed her in Launceston, but deliberately now, with anger and exasperation. "Play your own game by yourself, then, and leave me to play mine," he told her. 'If you must be a boy, I can't stop you, but for the sake of your face, which I have.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| b28c260 | Experience, Major Dodd, has long informed me that no man ever expresses admiration unless he wants something out of the person admired." "That's a very cynical view." "I'm a cynical woman." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| d1114bc | Niall never really knew which; but he used to lie in bed until she returned in the middle of the day, and he read every one of the works of Maupassant, the book in one hand and a bar of chocolate in the other. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| f753009 | Freada said nothing was worth doing without effort. Pappy used to say that too. Everyone said it. But when things happened easily, what was the sense in driving yourself, in sweating blood? | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 5a79383 | Nat thought to himself that "they" were no doubt considering the problem at that very moment, but whatever "they" decided to do in London and the big cities would not help the people here, three hundred miles away. Each householder must look after his own." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 710cd48 | Curious thing that the younger men of today were glib enough when they talked of ideals and how everyone must progress in a changing world, but when the crunch came they were very ready to let the older generation pay the piper. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 05ad06c | The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four-the years turn dry as leaves. | James Salter | ||
| 23cab53 | The British Parliament, in its famed Longitude Act of 1714, set the highest bounty of all, naming a prize equal to a king's ransom (several million dollars in today's currency) for a "Practicable and Useful" means of determining longitude." | longitude longitude-act | Dava Sobel |