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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1dd955f | Communists liked history very much. It just had to be the right history. They liked to remember it selectively. | Victoria Finlay | ||
| f0765c7 | Sometimes, when things look terrible...you just need to find the right move to turn the whole game around. When you find it you feel great. | Walter Dean Myers | ||
| 3dbc988 | he and Cease were "united by karmic connections so essential to our mutual inner balance that the endless differences of our minds are a constant amusement to us both" | David James Duncan | ||
| 901b624 | There were a couple of occasions in India when I was twenty that felt to me like going out with a thimble in your hand, hoping to catch a drop of rain, and having the ocean land on your head. These experiences convinced me that there is an absolute love that pervades everything. | normalcy spirituality | David James Duncan | |
| a38000a | I'm back!" he told Life." | David James Duncan | ||
| fadaa97 | Your strange!" she gushed. (She meant "You're," but Peter felt absolutely certain that she was one of those people who spell it "Your.")" | David James Duncan | ||
| 8bab168 | I gave him everything from my lunches I hate, which is called Charity. | sacrifice | David James Duncan | |
| 318bdc7 | It was so good to see him in there, yet so funny to find him so much like me, and so tiny. "Nice kingdom you got here," I added, laughing again. "But it didn't feel quite right without you. Or should I say, without me?" | David James Duncan | ||
| dfa0bfe | I said we aren't here to fucking like Vietnamese things, we're here to kill or be killed by them, and telling me to wander around looking for bright sides and good things is like telling me to hurry up and get dead. | David James Duncan | ||
| 4696cff | To defy the God of Progress is often to marry the Goddess of Poverty. | David James Duncan | ||
| 1236576 | You, me, & your papa are 3 of the tiny percentage of souls on this miserable earth who've figured out that playing ball is the highest purpose God ever invented the human male body for. | David James Duncan | ||
| c48236a | Where the Wild Things Are was not meant to please everybody - only children. A letter from a seven-year-old boy encourages me to think that I have reached children as I had hoped. He wrote: 'How much does it cost to get to where the wild things are? If it is not expensive my sister and I want to spend the summer there. Please answer soon.' I did not answer that question, for I have no doubt that sooner or later they will find their way, fre.. | Maurice Sendak | ||
| 958a557 | But color--like sound and scent--is just an invention of the human mind responding to waves and particles that are moving in particular patterns through the universe--and poets should not thank nature but themselves for the beauty and the rainbows they see around them. While | Victoria Finlay | ||
| afe3389 | So much beauty among so much turmoil. In a way, we are but an infinitely smaller reflection of the same conflict. It is the task of the First Order to remove the disorder from our own existence, so that civilization may be returned to the stability that promotes progress. A stability that existed under the Empire, was reduced to anarchy by the Rebellion, was inherited in turn by the so-called Republic, and will be restored by us. Future his.. | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| 7fce26b | A man with a gun may hunt a tiger during the day with some expectation of success. Turn out his light, put the man in the jungle at night, surround him with the unknown and all his primitive fears return. Advantage to the tiger. | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| 2d10bc8 | Yes, there's a lot of sand here. Beebee-Ate? Okay. Hello, Beebee-Ate. My name is Rey. No, just Rey. | beebee-ate rey | Alan Dean Foster | |
| 50af937 | A star has died. Elsewhere in the cosmos, in an unremarkable corner of one galactic arm, a child was born. Such is the balance of existence. | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| fc81ac0 | No one understands the lonely perfection of my dreams. | david-8 | Alan Dean Foster | |
| ce70a25 | If she could push him out of her mind and enter his, what else could she do? What might she be able to do with regard to someone else? Someone less skilled, untrained in the ways of the Force? The single guard posted just inside the front of her cell, for example? "You!" He turned toward her, patently unconcerned and not a little bored. She studied him closely. As he was about to speak, she addressed him clearly and firmly--and not only wit.. | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| 204475e | Luke Skywalker has vanished. In his absence, the sinister FIRST ORDER has risen from the ashes of the Empire and will not rest until Skywalker, the last Jedi, has been destroyed. | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| d42a586 | There are even a handful who like to collect biological specimens. Those with money collect live ones. Those without money become scientists. | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| 9dfbe43 | Death displays nothing if not variety in its methods, which are often surprising and sometimes amusing. | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| a70a85c | The faces of the panel listening were the very embodiment of skepticism made flesh. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| ac04149 | Tell me, son... have you ever been intimidated by anyone?' 'Oh yes,' said Thomas. | catholic eucharist faith saints st-thomas-aquinas | Louis de Wohl | |
| c53a334 | If we were still English we'd be drinking more and driving on the wrong side of the road - pretty much what people do on the Fourth of July anyway. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| e62d293 | We used awesome the way the British used brilliant: for anything at all. Perhaps . . . it was a kind of antidepressant: inflated rhetoric to keep the sorry truth at bay. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 80dea3a | This was supposed to be the Presidential Suite," she said, gazing into the room at the holes in the wall. well, even presidents get shot," I said. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 6e95e3e | She had to learn not to be afraid of a man, the way, in your childhood, you learned not to be afraid of an earthworm or a bug. Often, when she spoke to men at parties, she rushed things in her mind. As the man politely blathered on, she would fall in love, marry, then find herself in a bitter custody battle with him for the kids and hoping for a reconciliation, so that despite all his betrayals she might no longer despise him, and in the fe.. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| f0a2bfd | I tried not to think of my one excursion to Whole Foods, over a year ago, where I found myself paralyzed by all the special food for special people, whose special murmurings seemed to be saying, "Out of my way! I want a Tofurkey!" | Lorrie Moore | ||
| da5a230 | You only live at once." Which seemed to her all the more reason to be careful, to take it easy, to have an ordinary life." | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 204b57e | I tried to live cautiously - or eventually learned to try to live - in a spirit of regret prevention, and I could not see how Bonnie could accomplish such a thing in this situation. Regret - operatic, oceanic, fathomless - seemed to stretch before her in every direction. No matter which path she took, regret would stain her feet and scratch her arms and rain down on her, lightlessly and lifelong. It had already begun. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| a340d6f | Surrealism could not be made up. It was the very electricity of the real. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| f37e879 | This ceremony of approval was a charade - everything had been decided before we got here - and as with all charades it was wanly ebullient, necessary, and thin. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 13f3e55 | The later-afternoon air of our exhalations hung in brief clouds before us. The thought balloon of my own breath said, "How have I found myself here?" It was not a theological question. It was one of transportation and neurology." | Lorrie Moore | ||
| c7ade11 | Tone was all. Gift wrap was all. Perfect the wrap, and you could put whatever you wanted in the box. You could put firecrackers. You could put dog shit. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 2e97bd5 | I felt sorry for Mary-Emma and all she was going through, every day waking up to something new. Though maybe that was what childhood was. But I couldn't quite recall that being the case for me. And perhaps she would grow up with a sense that incompetence was all around here, and it was entirely possible I would be instrumental in that. She would grow up with love, but no sense that the people who loved her knew what they were doing - the op.. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 8a49512 | Sarah'nin gulmek yerine, "Komik," ya da gulumsemek yerine, "Ilginc," ya da "Aptal zirva geri zekalinin tekisin," demek yerine, "Sey, sanirim bu ondan biraz daha karmasik," diyen kadinlardan olmasindan korktum. Oyle insanlarin yaninda ne yapacagimi hic bilemezdim, ozellikle de siz konustuktan sonra gizemli bir sekilde "Anliyorum," diyenlerin. Genellikle sadece susardim." | Lorrie Moore | ||
| daf77ce | What was education for, if not to acquire contradictions? At least it looked like that to me. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 43ad0c0 | Are you anywhere near Champaign-Urbana?" "No." "I went there once. I thought from its name that it would be a different kind of place. I kept saying to myself, 'Champagne, urbah na, champagne, urbah na! Champagne! Urbana'" He sighed. "It was just this thing in the middle of a field." -- | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 6d2d625 | Her voice was husky, vibrating, slightly flat, coming in just under each note like a saucer under a cup. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| d536666 | They looked at her quizzically, came at her with assumptions, presumptions, what they believed was intimate knowledge of her. She felt unarmed, by comparison; disadvantaged. | self-exposed vulnerability writing | Lorrie Moore | |
| 667c577 | But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes. | home life living where-you-live | Lorrie Moore | |
| 09ec692 | 1976. The Bicentennial. In the laundromat, you want for the time on your coins to run out. Through the porthole of the dryer, you watch your bedeviled towels and sheets leap and fall. The radio station piped in from the ceiling plays slow, sad Motown; it encircles you with the desperate hopefulness of a boy at a dance, and it makes you cry. When you get back to your apartment, dump everything on your bed. Your mother is knitting crookedly: .. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 9dc0d97 | Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain... | life | Lorrie Moore |