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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e8d91f6 | It was a long time before I realized that you don't have to start right, you just have to start. Put pen to paper, allow yourself the freedom to write badly, to get it wrong, stop looking over your own shoulder. | Abigail Thomas | ||
| 031b113 | The connection with him is a connection with part of myself, and it has to do with a kind of insatiable curiosity. I mean the part of me that gets connected to the rest of me when I'm connecting to him. The insatiably curious part. | Abigail Thomas | ||
| 56db7c8 | The future was also the place where the bad stuff waited in ambush. My children were embarking on their futures in fragile vessels, and I trembled. I wanted to remove obstacles, smooth their way, I wanted to change their childhoods. I needed to be right all the time, I wanted them to listen to me, learn from my mistakes, and save themselves a lot of grief. Well, now I know I can control my tongue, my temper, and my appetites, but that's it... | Abigail Thomas | ||
| 0b66d59 | Love Love can accommodate all sorts of misshapen objects: a door held open for a city dog who runs into the woods; fences down; some role you didn't ask for, didn't want. Love allows for betrayal and loss and dread. Love is roomy. Love can change its shape, be known by different names. Love is elastic. And the dog comes back. | Abigail Thomas | ||
| 3bed1a7 | What I used to fear was growing old--not the aches and pains part or the what-have-I-done-with-my-life part or the threat of illness, none of that. I just couldn't imagine what my life would be like without the option of looking good. I had a piece of good luck. I married Rich in my late forties and thus was eased into middle age while living with a man who approved of the way I looked. When after three years of marriage I lamented the fact.. | Abigail Thomas | ||
| 1a1a86d | somewhat leaky boat are on the lookout for a human companion. Not me. I have learned to love the inside of my own head. There isn't much I'd rather say than think. Of course for more than thirty years I've had Chuck. We've known each other so long that we don't have to talk, and when we do we don't have to say anything. When he asks me if I'd like to take a trip around the world I can say yes knowing I'll never have to go. | Abigail Thomas | ||
| a9a470f | It ended sadly. The kind of ending where you wait together, holding hands and weeping, while off in another room, love slowly dies. | endings love love-hurts love-quotes | Abigail Thomas | |
| b035926 | I steer my bark with Hope in the head, leaving Fear astern. My hopes, indeed, sometimes fail; but not oftener than the forebodings of the gloomy. | Thomas Jefferson | ||
| b6da052 | The dead. Do they sleep? Why should they, when we cannot? | Malcolm Lowry | ||
| 3990701 | So I invite all of you to show our own species the same patience and compassion that we show dogs. After all, dogs seem to like us a lot, and I have the utmost respect for their opinion. | Patricia B. McConnell | ||
| 1b1a831 | Unlike Europeans who immigrated to this land to escape from tyranny, Africans came in chains to serve a nation of tyrants. | James H. Cone | ||
| e6ad63c | The word of God is upon me, [and] it's like fire shut up in my bones. And I just have to tell it." What King had to tell was the truth about war, racism, and poverty. "It may hurt me," he said. "But when I took up the cross I recognized its meaning. . . . It is not something that you wear. The cross is something that you bear and ultimately that you die on."[38]" | James H. Cone | ||
| a59fda4 | King refused to lose hope or to relinquish the belief that "all reality hinges on moral foundations." He focused his hope on Jesus' cross and resurrection. "Christ came to show us the way. Men love darkness rather than the light, and they crucified Him, there on Good Friday on the Cross it was still dark, but then Easter came, and Easter is the eternal reminder of the fact that the truth-crushed earth will rise again." No matter what disapp.. | James H. Cone | ||
| 09027d9 | While white mob violence against African Americans was an obsession in the South, it was not limited to that region. White supremacy was and is an American reality. Whites lynched blacks in nearly every state, including New York, Minnesota, and California. Wherever blacks were present in significant numbers, the threat of being lynched was always real. Blacks had to "watch their step," no matter where they were in America. A black man could.. | James H. Cone | ||
| f5f19bf | What people think about God, Jesus Christ, and the Church cannot be separated from their own social and political status in a given society. | James H. Cone | ||
| 9a0c663 | Unfortunately, during the course of 2,000 years of Christian history, this symbol of salvation has been detached from any reference to the ongoing suffering and oppression of human beings--those whom Ignacio Ellacuria, the Salvadoran martyr, called "the crucified peoples of history." The cross has been transformed into a harmless, non-offensive ornament that Christians wear around their necks. Rather than reminding us of the "cost of discip.. | James H. Cone | ||
| 12e599b | Every man must ceaselessly struggle upwards. What was life but a warfare and a stranger's sojourn? | Malcolm Lowry | ||
| 46f45e2 | To-night, as ages hence, people would say this, or shut their doors on them, turn in bereaved agony from them, or toward them with love saying: "That is our star up there, yours and mine"; steer by them above the clouds or lost at sea, or standing in the spray on the forecastle head, watch them, suddenly, careen; put their faith or lack of it in them; train, in a thousand observatories, feeble telescopes upon them, across whose lenses swam .. | Malcolm Lowry | ||
| 0acb63c | But there was no mistaking, even in the uncertain light, the hand, half crabbed, half generous, and wholly drunken, of the Consul himself, the Greek e's, flying buttresses of d's, the t's like lonely wayside crosses save where they crucified an entire word, the words themselves slanting steeply downhill, though the individual characters seemed as if resisting the descent, braced, climbing the other way. | Malcolm Lowry | ||
| 40230d1 | Love is the only thing which gives meaning to our poor ways on earth | soulmate | Malcolm Lowry | |
| 44bbab8 | Meantime do you see me as still working on the book, still trying to answer such questions as: Is there any ultimate reality, external, conscious and ever-present etc. etc. that can be realised by any such means that may be acceptable to all creeds and religions and suitable to all climes and countries? Or do you find me between Mercy and Understanding, between Chesed and Binah (but still at Chesed)--my equilibrium, and equilibrium is all, .. | Malcolm Lowry | ||
| 62b36cb | Not that it was not a nightmare. It was, but of a very special kind he was scarcely old enough to appreciate. | Malcolm Lowry | ||
| 2112027 | Hugh concentrated upon different objects in the camion; the driver's small mirror with the legend running round it--Cooperacion de la Cruz Roja, the three picture postcards of the Virgin Mary pinned beside it, the two slim vases of marguerites over the dashboard, the gangrened fire extinguisher, the dungaree jacket and whiskbroom under the seat where the pelado was sitting--he watched him as they hit another bad stretch of road. Swaying fro.. | Malcolm Lowry | ||
| 7f49861 | Ah, the harbour bells of Cambridge! Whose fountains in moonlight and closed courts and cloisters, whose enduring beauty in its virtuous remote self-assurance, seemed part, less of the loud mosaic of one's stupid life there, though maintained perhaps by the countless deceitful memories of such lives, than the strange dream of some old monk, eight hundred years dead, whose forbidding house, reared upon piles and stakes driven into the marshy .. | Malcolm Lowry | ||
| fe68564 | Really, Mr. Grant. One would think that after living in this town for nearly a week and making numerous visits to my library, you would extend me the courtesy of learning my name." "I know your name, Eden." Her eyes shot to his. "I know your name." The intensity in his gaze left no doubt of his sincerity." | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 6f0cccd | God, forgive me for my impatience. I saw what I thought I wanted, and when you made no move to give it to me, I took matters into my own hands. I wasn't content, and I didn't trust you enough to wait." She inhaled a shaky breath. "I've really made a mess of things, haven't I? I need you more than ever, now. Show me where to go, what to do. And please give me enough faith to follow you even when I can't see where the path is leading. In the .. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 397230c | Travis, I love you with all of my being, but I love Cassie, too. And right now she needs me more than you do. Forgive me. Meri She loved him. The wonder of the statement seeped into him, but the joy that should have accompanied the knowledge faded beneath his growing frustration and fear. How could she possibly think that anyone needed her more than he did? She was his heart, his very life. If anything happened to her . . . Travis tore the .. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 8a6eb1c | With no sums to keep his conscience at bay, the black book loomed large, creeping into his line of sight. He scanned the room for something else to do. The harness still needed work. And he'd been meaning to fix that rickety shelf since last month. The pipe on his potbellied stove was dented. The windowsill needed dusting. Dusting? J.T. braced his arms on the desk and pressed his forehead into the heels of his hands. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| b45bb24 | Your kite, milady?" She curtsied and handed it to him. "Why, thank you, Sir Tucker. Take care, though. The fabric is wont to snag." | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| a4da55a | Watching the Archer brothers eat was like watching a twister blow through the room. Meredith sat with her elbows tucked close to her side, afraid to do more than occasionally raise her fork to her mouth for fear of being rammed by a reaching arm or thumped by a tossed biscuit. The venison steak was overdone, the beans gluey, and the biscuits were dry as unbuttered toast, yet the Archers attacked their food like a pack of dogs fighting over .. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| b3b0bb0 | I also wrote them about you." His blue gaze bored into her with paralyzing force. She couldn't move. Couldn't flee. Could only stare at the social travesty of his ungroomed features--the scruffy half beard shadowing his jaw, the too-long hair falling over his forehead--and feel her heart beat with love for this unconventional man. Darius's grip softened on her wrist until his fingers were tracing tiny circles over the sensitive skin. "I tol.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| d548535 | away from Eden. She's mine. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| ca828ae | Drop the bat, mister, or I'll fill you so full of lead the undertaker will charge double to bury you! | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| e28c1c2 | Perhaps if I'd arrived donned in a pair of trousers, with my hair in a tangled mess--a style you apparently prefer--you'd have shown me the courtesy of granting an interview before sending me away. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 0884429 | She still had a few tender spots that ached when prodded, but Zach and Seth and loved and accepted her into a place where past hurts mattered less than present blessings. Maybe God had brought her into this stranger's life to do the same for him.~ page 59 | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| e9c40e2 | I'll pray for you, as well, Logan, that you won't lay burdens on yourself that only God is meant to carry. ~page 106 | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 3dfbbff | I myself prefer being called Cassie. It's so much friendlier and less pretentious than Cassandra, don't you think? ... I think both fit you right fine. One is elegant and graceful, the other fun and lively. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| b57f239 | A chuckle escaped Meredith's lips as Cassie swung from sleepy little girl to sympathetic confidante to vengeful angel all in the course of a single minute. | humor sisters | Karen Witemeyer | |
| 2467549 | If he'd learned one thing from raising Evie, it was that females felt better when they talked a problem to death. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 0ab80d9 | He didn't see women as lesser beings. He respected their abilities and would defend them like a hero of old. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 15a95ea | She, better than anyone, knew that a soul's sore spots didn't really disappear. They could be buried, defended, and denied, but until they were loved, they wreaked havoc with a person's peace. | historical-romance | Karen Witemeyer | |
| a6917af | Well, she was no stranger to loss, to hurt feelings, to prejudice. But she'd decided long ago not to let pain dictate her life. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 235901c | A man who made her feel stronger just by holding his hand. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 8f45424 | A shell, no matter how fortified was not impenetrable. Pain always found a way inside. The only way to truly overcome was to dissolve the darkness with light. | Karen Witemeyer |