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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| cefca88 | Human beings *do* metamorphose. They change their identity constantly. However, each new identity thrives on the delusion that it was always in possession of the body it has just conquered. | identity metamorphosis | Orson Scott Card | |
| 5e30b8b | Subaltern Meliton Gubthorpe Digglethwaite? | Brian Jacques | ||
| 2f9939d | When the sun slips o'er the treetops, then small birds fly off to nest. Feel the peace lie on the meadows, 'tis a time that I love best. Slumber on, little one, I am ever near. Drowsily, lean on me, dream small dreams, my dear. All the jewelled stars a-twinkle, Watch the clouds drift through the night. Sail upon thy boats of dreaming, to the rays of dawning's light. Slumber on, day is gone, by thy side I'll lay. Fear no harm, rest in calm, .. | Brian Jacques | ||
| 20aeb65 | is because you are kind and good, not a hard-hearted pitiless rat like Cluny. Please listen to me. Even the strongest and bravest must sometimes weep. It shows they have a great heart, one that can feel compassion for others. You are brave, Matthias. Already you have done great things for one so young. I am only a simple country-bred fieldmouse, but even I can see the courage and leadership in you. A burning brand shows the way, and each da.. | Brian Jacques | ||
| b69b0ba | Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, the drums are beatin' braw. Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, are ye marchin' off tae war? A warrior from the borders came, a buckler o'er his shoulder, a claymore swingin' at his side, there's no' a beast who's bolder! O Rakkety Tam has sold his sword, Ah scarce believe he's done it. He swore an oath untae a fool, who took his pledge upon it! | Brian Jacques | ||
| 21962cc | You may have enslaved our bodies, but our hearts and minds will always be free! | Brian Jacques | ||
| f1b6515 | Wait and wonder when we will return, mouse - then you will really see what a battle is like." Simeon turned his head in the direction of Graypatch's voice. "Alas, I will never see anything for I am blind; but I can sense a lot. I can feel you are both evil and desperate. They say you have only one eye. I am surprised at you--even a fool with half an eye could see that you will never triumph against good if you are evil." | good good-and-evil redwall | Brian Jacques | |
| 5e22a38 | comunicate, | Brian Jacques | ||
| 6647a12 | I'd burn the salad, suh. Us of the fatal beauty type are pretty awful cooks if y' ask me. - Dorothea Duckfontein Dillworthy "Dotti" | cooks dotti | Brian Jacques | |
| 91105ed | One day when our hearts were young, we went roving with right good will, side by side two comrades to find what lay o'er the hill. Our spirits never wearied then, in those high old times gone by. What friends we made, what perils we faced, together you and I. Now eyes grow dim and paws feel stiff, even vittles don't taste the same. You wake one day, with your whiskers grey, what price then, medals an' fame? Alas, all we have are.. | Brian Jacques | ||
| ef92e38 | The very tiny mousebabe's paw shot up as he piped out, "Pleeze, Farver H'Abbit, can us stay up late to look for doors'n'keys pleeze?" Glisam sat watching the tiny mousebabe, scrambling up onto his lap. "No, I'm afraid you can't, little one." The Abbot rubbed his eyes wearily, knowing what was coming as the mousebabe stuck out his lower lip. "But why, Farver?" "Because you have to go to bed." "But why, Farver?" "Because you're only a babe, a.. | Brian Jacques | ||
| 02c7169 | Swords. That is no faenorn ; that is slaughter." The Grand Seneschal shrugged. "The Master did not protest. And, indeed, what weapon could he have suggested that would suit him any better?" "Fire," she said. "He would not," said the Seneschal. "You know he would not." | challenge dueling sportsmanship | Robin McKinley | |
| e8ffb4b | It is that I cannot see what I am doing or why, and it is unsettling always to live only in the moment as it passes. Oh, I know one never sees ahead or behind. But I see even less. It is like being blindfolded when everyone else in the room is not. No one can see outside the room - but everyone else can see the room. I would like to take my blindfold off. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 39092a0 | It was Ebon's turn now, and he stepped forward and gave the pegasus' great clarion neigh -- far more like a trumpet than a horse's neigh; hollow bones are wonderful for resonance -- and swept his wings forward to touch, or almost touch, his alula-hands to her temples before he gave his own speech, in the half-humming, half-whuffling syllables the pegasi made when they spoke aloud, only she could understand what he was saying in silent speec.. | hee-ho ho-hee speech | Robin McKinley | |
| 27f1206 | She wished for Ebono as she wished every time she saw Lrrianay at her father's shoulder, or any pegasus at any bond-mate's shoulder, or any pegasus. Or any time she took a breath, she wished again for Ebon. | missing-someone wished | Robin McKinley | |
| ac63629 | There was something very odd about the carpet this morning... More hedgehogs? Many more hedgehogs? Positively a lake of hedgehogs? | Robin McKinley | ||
| 43edf60 | It is all very well to say that all princesses are good and beautiful and charming; but this is usually a determined optimism on everybody's part rather than the truth. After all, if a girl is a princess, she is undeniably a princess, and the best must be made of it; and how much pleasanter it would be if she were good and beautiful. There's always hope that if enough people believe as though she is, a little of it will rub off. | humor princesses the-door-in-the-hedge | Robin McKinley | |
| 11c3f0f | Golden arrow? And what would we do with a golden arrow? Give it to Alan for a lute string? I could hang it around my neck on a chain, perhaps, and let it stab me in the ribs when I tried to sit. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 18f96ad | And what was I panicking about anyway? Being left alone with myself? I'd rather have a vampire around? Well. Yes. | Robin McKinley | ||
| c5dd75b | Robin: I'm sure you've learnt to bake, but you have not learned to handle Much. The phrases that you need my lady, are "No", "No you can't", and "No, get out of here before I throw something at you"." | robin-hood | Robin McKinley | |
| 8429fd1 | What ... you're a hedgehog!" It stirred at her touch and then curled up tighter. "You're a very small hedgehog. And you shouldn't be wandering round enchanted palaces looking for adventures." | Robin McKinley | ||
| b680410 | This place felt like home; not her home perhaps, but someone's home, accustomed to shelter and keep and befriend its master. | Robin McKinley | ||
| bb9e4f1 | the sheep] sidled up beside him and bumped him lovingly with its head. Val looked at it sadly. "I am sorry, you ugly creature," he said. "I have not used my magic in a long time, and I am very out of practice." | magic sheep | Robin McKinley | |
| f5126a8 | And since I am the only one who sees you, why are you not then beautiful? | Robin McKinley | ||
| e326448 | They could at least part with love. It was like Tor to make the gesture; her father, for all his kindness, was too proud--or too much a king; and she was too proud, or too bitter, or too young. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 0247555 | There are stories about "good" vampires like there are stories about the loathly lady who, after a hearty meal of raw horse and hunting hound and maybe the odd huntsman or archer, followed by an exciting night in the arms of her chosen knight turns into the kindest and most beautiful lady the world has ever seen... | romance vampires | Robin McKinley | |
| 9d4003f | Reread your favorite novel, the one you only let yourself read any more when you're sick in bed. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 7db0d8b | I liked that: a little pressure on the understood boundaries of yourself. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 7578e61 | It is a much more straightforward thing to be a dog, and a dog's love, once given, is not reconsidered; it just is, like sunlight or mountains. It is for human beings to see the shadows behind the light, and the light behind the shadows. It is, perhaps, why dogs have people, and people have dogs. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 38a71a8 | The "Avenue," so called by the Newbridge people, was a stretch of road four or five hundred yards long, completely arched over with huge, wide-spreading apple-trees, planted years ago by an eccentric old farmer. Overhead was one long canopy of snowy fragrant bloom. Below the boughs the air was full of a purple twilight and far ahead a glimpse of painted sunset sky shone like a great rose window at the end of a cathedral aisle. Its beauty se.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 7f791ff | There is such a place as fairyland -- but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day. Only.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 14b2410 | That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 1a626f5 | those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths, and that the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 600c6aa | While the others chatted over their parcels Jean wrote her letter, and Jean could write delightful letters. She had a decided talent in that respect, and her correspondents all declared her letters to be things of beauty and joy forever. She | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 92e4a4f | Well, Jem was to be a soldier and see a greater battle than had ever been fought in the world; but that was as yet far in the future; and the mother, whose first-born son he was, was wont to look on her boys and thank God that the "brave days of old," which Jem longed for, were gone for ever, and that never would it be necessary for the sons of Canada to ride forth to battle "for the ashes of their fathers and the temples of their gods." .. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| e93ab7a | Don't give up all your romance, Anne," he whispered shyly, "a little of it is a good thing--not too much, of course--but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 1c7872d | He's half my ex-husband's age, but twice as energetic when we have sex. And twice as grateful afterwards. | older-women | Barbara Taylor Bradford | |
| d1a9b26 | Yesterday is not ours to recover but tomorrow is ours to win or lose. | Barbara Taylor Bradford | ||
| aab2bc0 | Elizabeth was counting on Marco to keep cousin Mary occupied until after the board meeting was over. A piece of cheese might catch a mouse, but an afternoon alone with a muscular masseur would ensnare her cousin far more effectively. And afterwards, while Mary lay sated and sleeping upon a massage table, wiser heads could determine the company's future. There were times, Elizabeth thought, when success in business demanded utter ruthlessnes.. | success-strategies women-s-strength | Barbara Taylor Bradford | |
| 5262ff0 | Memories, James thought, thank God we have them. They help us to recall what's long gone, and we can live again in the past with those we once loved. | Barbara Taylor Bradford | ||
| 3180f53 | We are not ready to fight because we love fighting. We are ready to fight because we are worth fighting for. | black-anarchism black-liberation self-defense william-c-anderson zoe-samudzi | Zoé Samudzi | |
| 87133f1 | Yesterday afternoon I went with Rose and Gillette down to the beach. At Land's End I had my first view of the Pacific Ocean. | William Anderson | ||
| 0c3144c | You know a person cannot live at a high pitch of emotion, the feelings become dulled by a natural, unconscious effort at self-preservation. You | William Anderson | ||
| 22de604 | In life, loss was the engine that set Wilder's fiction in motion. Exile propelled the powerful emotional current of the Little House books, an intensely felt nostalgia for people and places lost to her. That emotion was absent in "Free Land," relegating it to homesteading soap opera. Its loosely linked anecdotes were joined not by familial love but by Lane's, and the 's, ideology." -- | prairie-fires rose-wilder-lane | Caroline Fraser |