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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7742648 | I saw white figures. Twice I fancied I saw a solitary white, ape-like creature running rather quickly up the hill, and once near the ruins I saw a leash of them carrying some dark body. | H.G. Wells | ||
| 0bc9872 | The thing they wanted they called the Vote, but that demand so hollow, so eyeless, had all the terrifying effect of a mask. Behind that mask was a formless invincible discontent with the lot of womanhood. It wanted, -- it was not clear what it wanted, but whatever it wanted, all the domestic instincts of mankind were against admitting there was anything it could want. | equality feminism suffrage vote women-s-rights | H.G. Wells | |
| e305edc | Este estupido mundo! -dijo-. !Que complicado es todo! No he vivido hasta ahora. Me pregunto cuando empezare. Dieciseis anos tiranizado por nineras y maestros de escuela, sometido a su santa voluntad; cinco anos en Londres estudiando medicina con ahinco: mala comida, alojamientos miserables, ropas raidas, vicios lamentables. Jamas conoci nada mejor. Luego, empujado a esta isla infernal... !Diez anos aqui! ?Y todo para que, Prendick? ?Somos c.. | H.G. Wells | ||
| 4e725d7 | It's my opinion he don't want to kill you,' said Perea - 'at least not yet. I've heard deir idea is to scar and worry a man wid deir spells, and narrow misses, and rheumatic pains, and bad dreams, and all dat, until he's sick of life. Of course, it's all talk, you know. You mustn't worry about it. But I wunder what he'll be up to next.' 'I shall have to be up to something first,' said Pollock, staring gloomily at the greasy cards that Perea.. | folk-magic gambling superstition witch-doctor | H.G. Wells | |
| 881b46e | That afternoon, with a sense of infinite relief, Pollock watched the flat swampy foreshore of Sulyma grow small in the distance. The gap in the long line of white surge became narrower and narrower. It seemed to be closing in and cutting him off from his trouble. The feeling of dread and worry began to slip from him bit by bit. At Sulyma belief in Porroh malignity and Porroh magic had been in the air, his sense of Porroh had been vast, perv.. | travle | H.G. Wells | |
| ae1482e | He beheld in swift succession the incidents in the brief tale of his experience. His wretched home, his still more wretched school-days, the years of vicious life he had led since then, one act of selfish dishonour leading to another; it was all clear and pitiless now, all its squalid folly, in the cold light of the dawn. He came to the hut, to the fight with the Porroh man, to the retreat down the river to Sulyma, to the Mendi assassin and.. | H.G. Wells | ||
| 7a02d6f | The worst of all things that haunt poor mortal men," said I; "and that is, in all its nakedness - 'Fear!' Fear that will not have light or sound, that will not bear with reason, that deafens and darkens and overwhelms." | H.G. Wells | ||
| 4d6a3cc | You're a solemn prig, Prendick, a silly ass! You're always fearing and fancying. We're on the edge of things. I'm bound to cut my throat tomorrow. I'm going to have a damned Bank Holiday tonight. | H.G. Wells | ||
| 4820fdc | One may as well starve one's body out of a place as to starve one's soul in one. | H.G. Wells | ||
| e50c75d | Ambition--what is the good of pride of place when you cannot appear there? What is the good of the love of woman when her name must needs be Delilah? | H.G. Wells | ||
| 2318615 | Before, they had been beasts, their instincts fitly adapted to their surrounds. Now they stumbled in the shackles of humanity, lived in a fear that never dies, fretted by a law they could not understand; their mock-human existence, begun in agony, was one long internal struggle, one long dread of Moreau--and for what? It was the wantonness of it that stirred me. | wantonness | H.G. Wells | |
| 03ba70d | Great land of sublimated things, thou World of Books, happy asyluum, refreshment and refuge from the world of everyday! . . . | reading | H.G. Wells | |
| 0a7d858 | And with that the Time Traveller began his story as I have set it forth. He sat back in his chair at first, and spoke like a weary man. Afterwards he got more animated. | H.G. Wells | ||
| 76b8fd7 | I wish you'd keep your fingers out of my eye," said the aerial voice, in a tone of savage expostulation. "The fact is, I'm all here:head, hands, legs, and all the rest of it, but it happens I'm invisible. It's a confounded nuisance, but I am. That's no reason why I should be poked to pieces by every stupid bumpkin in Iping, is it?" | H.G. Wells | ||
| ebcd66d | NO ONE would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutnised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complace.. | H.G. Wells | ||
| 828066a | There's lots will take things as they are--fat and stupid; and lots will be worried by a sort of feeling that it's all wrong, and that they ought to be doing something. Now whenever things are so that a lot of people feel they ought to be doing something, the weak, and those who go weak with a lot of complicated thinking, always make for a sort of do-nothing religion, | H.G. Wells | ||
| 4c2b88f | It is a law of nature we overlook, that intellectual versatility is the compensation for change, danger, and trouble. | H.G. Wells | ||
| 9fc6bfc | Al final, H. G. Wells tenia razon y en verdad existe la maquina del tiempo: son los libros. | Antonio G. Iturbe | ||
| 8c9234a | To-day is the day of wealth. Wealth now is power as it never was power before--it commands earth and sea and sky. All power is for those who can handle wealth. On your behalf. . . . | wealth | H.G. Wells | |
| d1a1f2b | You are mired down for week, months and even years with the ghosts and memories of the past. For me they evaporate in an instant and free me to act with impunity. I have no reminder of what has happened. There is no cautionary tale. There is no record of things that came to pass. That is why it is futile to try to draw the past to my attention in some hope that I may change or may recognise the force of what you are saying. You try to point.. | H G Tudor | ||
| fd9af8c | For neither do men live nor die in vain. Here | H.G. Wells | ||
| 9d63869 | But when a man has once broken through the paper walls of everyday circumstance, those unsubstantial walls that hold so many of us securely prisoned from the cradle to the grave, he has made a discovery. If the world does not please you, you can change it. Determine to alter it at any price, and you can change it altogether. You may change it to something sinister and angry, to something appalling, but it may be you will change it to someth.. | H.G. Wells | ||
| c0f76ea | At times I suffered from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world about me. I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all. This feeling was very strong upon me that night. | H. G. Wells | ||
| bebda1e | She knew for a fact that being left-handed automatically made you special. Marie Curie, Albert Einstein, Linus Pauling, and Albert Schweitzer were all left-handed. Of course, no believable scientific theory could rest on such a small group of people. When Lindsay probed further, however, more proof emerged. Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, M.C. Escher, Mark Twain, Hans Christian Andersen, Lewis Carrol, H.G. Wells, Eudora Welty, and Jessamyn.. | left-handed lefties special | Jo-Ann Mapson | |
| b54a68a | Seeing the ease and security in which these people were living, I felt that this close resemblance of the sexes was after all what one would expect; for the strength of a man and the softness of a women, the institution of the family, and the differentiation of occupations were mere militant necessities of an age of physical force; where population is balanced and abundant, much child-bearing becomes and evil rather than a blessing to the S.. | H.G. Wells | ||
| 35ebb49 | Man had been content to live in ease and delight upon the labours of his fellow-man, had taken Necessity as his watchword and excuse, and in the fullness of time Necessity had come home to him. | H.G. Wells | ||
| aea0554 | But who shall dwell in these worlds if they be inhabited? . . . Are we or they Lords of the World? . . . And how are all things made for man?-- KEPLER (quoted in The Anatomy of Melancholy) | H.G. Wells | ||
| 0321163 | Bloody humans!' I grumbled, kicking a postbox in anger. 'Bloody Vampires! We should all be turtles or something! | Darren Shan | ||
| c9b4157 | I know the names of every intelligent being, the spots on the wings of every butterfly that broke out of a cocoon, the genetic codes of the simplest and most complex of creatures. I know how suns functioned, how worlds formed, how life evolved. All of the secrets of the old universes are mine. They can be yours too, if you want me to share, though I suspect you aren't bothered. | Darren Shan | ||
| d539f7c | Death is the worst this world can throw at you, Darren -- if you accept it, it has no power over you. | Darren Shan | ||
| 892b6d6 | No," I said softly. "You have to give it to me. You have to use it on Steve. He's dying. You can't let him die." "I most certainly can." | Darren Shan | ||
| 58f8ed5 | Cars frighten me. They look vicious. Growling, screeching, fast-moving assassins. -Bec | Darren Shan | ||
| 989b79c | Did you hear it?" "Just about," I said, trembling nervously. "That's not good enough." She frowned. "Just about will kill you." | Darren Shan | ||
| 3e87888 | I'm not a human anymore | Darren Shan | ||
| ea8bed8 | I've never met a politician who didn't deserve to be tossed into a pit full of Kallin," Beranabus grunts." | humor politics | Darren Shan | |
| 63f97a0 | What use was money if you didn't have the time to enjoy it? | money | Darren Shan | |
| f36dc4b | I used to imagine the spider creeping down, crawling into my mouth, sliding down my throat, and laying loads of eggs in my belly. The Baby spiders would hatch after a while and eat me alive, from the inside out | Darren Shan | ||
| 782b6d1 | Never trust fairy tales. Any story that ends with 'They all lived happily ever after' is a crock. There are no happy endings. No endings, full stop. Life goes on. There's always something new around the corner. You can overcome major obstacles, face great danger, look evil in the eye, and live to tell the tale-but that's not the end. Life sweeps you forward, swings you around, bruises and batters you, drops some new drama or tragedy in your.. | Darren Shan | ||
| b039452 | When Larten heard that Alicia had married, he felt both jealousy and delight. A selfish part of him had hoped she'd mourn for him the rest of her life. But mostly he was happy that she'd found someone who could give her all that he had failed to provide. | Darren Shan | ||
| 3d487d0 | Which State Department, exactly, are we talking about? - The one in Washington, D.C. | Tara Janzen | ||
| 718e15c | I would be less frightened of death (not just my own death but Welty's death, Andy's death, Death in general) if I thought a familiar person came to meet us at the door, | Donna Tartt | ||
| 24034cd | The dead appear to us in dreams, said Julian, because that's the only way they can make us see them; what we see is only a projection, beamed from a great distance, light shining at us from a dead star | Donna Tartt | ||
| d231c78 | You're all so busy tending to your own personal tree that you don't look around to see that the forest is on fire. | John Scalzi | ||
| 74b9d52 | And-maybe it's ridiculous to go on in this vein, although it doesn't matter since no one's ever going to see this--but does it make any sense at all to know that it ends badly for all of us, even the happiest of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end--and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it's possible to play it with a kind of joy? | Donna Tartt |