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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ac1b737 | And the Eldest Magician said, 'How wise are little children who see and are silent! | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| 59f39f4 | Remember, Bagheera loved thee," he cried, and bounded away. At the foot of the hill he cried again long and loud, "Good hunting on a new trail, Master of the Jungle! Remember, Bagheera loved thee." | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| d99156c | Across a world where all men grieve And grieving strive the more, The great days range like tides and leave Our dead on every shore. | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| 6321093 | What avail is honour or a sword against a pen? | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| ec5c03c | I've never done any cattle-liftin', but it seems to me-e-e that one might just as well be stalky about a thing as not. | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| 2fec1a1 | It seems - and who so astonished as they? - that they had held back material facts; that they were guilty of both suppressio veri and suggestio falsi (well-known gods against whom they often offended); further, that they were malignant in their dispositions, untrustworthy in their characters, pernicious and revolutionary in their influences, abandoned to the devils of wilfulness, pride, and a most intolerable conceit. Ninthly, and lastly, t.. | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| 9e655d2 | Rikki-tikki had a right to be proud of himself. But he did not grow too proud, and he kept that garden as a mongoose should keep it, with tooth and jump and spring and bite, till never a cobra dared show its head inside the walls. | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| dd4e616 | Mad! Quite mad!' said Stalky to the visitors, as one exhibiting strange beasts. 'Beetle reads an ass called Brownin', and M'Turk reads an ass called Ruskin; and-' 'Ruskin isn't an ass,' said M'Turk. 'He's almost as good as the Opium-Eater. He says we're "children of noble races, trained by surrounding art." That means me, and the way I decorated the study when you two badgers would have stuck up brackets and Christmas cards. Child of a nob.. | humor | Rudyard Kipling | |
| 7fa4ddb | Bagheera to see if the Panther was angry too, and Bagheera's eyes were as hard as jade stones. "Thou hast been with the Monkey People--the gray apes--the people without a law--the eaters of everything. That is great shame." "When Baloo hurt my head," said Mowgli (he was still on his back), "I went away, and the gray" | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| d30fe76 | Holden found one helpless little hand that closed feebly on his finger. And the clutch ran through his body till it settled about his heart. Till then his sole thought had been for Ameera. He began to realise that there was some one else in the world,... | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| c6735bf | Open the old cigar-box .....let me consider anew..... Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you? A million surplus Maggies are willing 'o bear the yoke; And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a Smoke. | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| a0fbb6b | It is not any common earth, Water or wood or air, | camelot magic | Rudyard Kipling | |
| b522fd9 | Hunting Verse--"Feet that make no noise; eyes that can see in the dark; ears that can hear the winds in their lairs, and sharp white teeth, all" | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| 2289826 | What's the trouble?" I said, knowing well what that trouble was. "I've a notion in my head that would make the most splendid story that was ever written. Do let me write it out here. It's such a notion!" There was no resisting the appeal. I set him a table; he hardly thanked me, but plunged into the work at once. For half an hour the pen scratched without stopping. Then Charlie sighed and tugged his hair. The scratching grew slower, there w.. | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| 8a779a9 | Like everything else in the world, it is one man's work. | individualism-quotes personality team-effort-myth | Rudyard Kipling | |
| 63db983 | This was to me a far more terrible loss than the two that I had suffered before. For though, Lord help me, I had travelled far enough from all paths of decent or godly living, yet there was in me, though I myself write it, a certain goodness of heart which, when I was sober (or sick) made me very sorry of all that I had done before the fit came on me. And this I lost wholly: having in place thereof another deadly coldness at the heart. I am.. | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| 092c1f3 | One man in a thousand, Solomon says. Will stick more close than a brother. And it's worth while seeking him half your days If you find him before the other. Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend On what the world sees in you, But the Thousandth Man will stand your friend With the whole round world agin you. 'Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show Will settle the finding for 'ee. Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em go By your looks, or your a.. | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| 0426f43 | Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature. We call it hydrophobia, but they call it dewanee--the madness--and run. "Enter," -- | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| 311dd9f | The Law of the Jungle NOW this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back -- For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack. Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never too deep; And remember the night is .. | poem poetry wolf | Rudyard Kipling | |
| d5acae1 | Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this world. | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| 55febd7 | I saw the infernal Thing blocking my path in the twilight. The dead travel fast, and by short cuts unknown to ordinary coolies. I laughed aloud a second time, and checked my laughter suddenly, for I was afraid I was going mad. | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| 0bf5b28 | and if somehow my conduct ain't all your fancy paints, why single men in barracks don't grow into plaster saints.. From 'Tommy | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| dbf7fc3 | Hear what little Red-Eye saith: "Nag, come up and dance with death!" | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| ee50c9b | These be the sort" -- she took a fine judicial tone, and stuffed her mouth with -- "These be the sort to oversee justice. They know the land and the customs of the land. The others, all new from Europe, suckled by white women and learning our tongues from books, are worse than the pestilence. They do harm to kings." | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| 03318da | If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools... | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| a563f28 | Like Princes crowned they bore them-- Like Demi-Gods they wrought, When the New World lay before them In headlong fact and thought. Fate and their foemen proved them Above all meed of praise, And Gloriana loved them, And Shakespeare wrote them plays! . . . . . . . Now Valour, Youth, and Life's delight break forth In flames of wondrous deed, and thought sublime--- Lightly to mould new worlds or lightly loose Words that shall shake and shape.. | england poetry royalty | Rudyard Kipling | |
| 1d9a03a | E Harvey, essendo tutt'altro che ottuso, comincio ad apprezzare e a godere l'aspro coro delle onde, quando le loro creste si infrangono una dietro l'altra, in un incessante scroscio; la fretta del vento che liberava gli immensi spazi, ammassando le ombre azzurrine e purpuree delle nubi; la splendente aurora, quando il sole si leva in un'aureola di fiamma; le spirali delle nebbie mattutine e il loro lento dissolversi come muraglie che collin.. | mare navigare sole | Joseph Rudyard Kipling | |
| 9418d6c | Where are the fish, though?" "In the sea they say, in the boats we pray," said Dan, quoting a fisherman's proverb." | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| c789a6d | This leads me to the Higher Editing. Take of well-ground Indian Ink as much as suffices and a camel-hair brush proportionate to the inter-spaces of your lines. In an auspicious hour, read your final draft and consider faithfully every paragraph, sentence and word, blacking out where requisite. Let it lie by to drain as long as possible. At the end of that time, re-read and you should find that it will bear a second shortening. Finally, read.. | writing | Rudyard Kipling | |
| f47c184 | I've never sailed the Amazon, I've never reached Brazil; But the Don and Magdalena, They can go there when they will! Yes, weekly from Southampton, Great steamers, white and gold, Go rolling down to Rio (Roll down--roll down to Rio!) And I'd like to roll to Rio Some day before I'm old! I've never seen a Jaguar, Nor yet an Armadill O dilloing in his armour, And I s'pose I never will, Unless I go to Rio These wonders to behold Roll d.. | Kipling Rudyard 1865-1936 | ||
| 287bdea | Stop tormenting Derian." "Me?" Edgar gaped at her with a clearly fake look of innocence. "Yes, you." "And what about you? When will you stop tormenting him?" Edgar moved past the young queen to approach the unmoving captain. He circled the man as though he were checking out a statue on display "I'm not tormenting him; why would you say that?" "You have the poor guy believing you actually intend to marry him." Edgar stopped to fix the.. | edgarmetheus eena fantasy ian richelle richelle-e-goodrich richelle-goodrich romance scifi the-harrowbethian-saga | Richelle E. Goodrich | |
| 1f064ca | History,' it has been said, 'does not repeat itself. The historians repeat one another. | Max Beerbohm | ||
| 960c468 | The unforgettable thing in his life is usually not a thing he has done or left undone, but a thing done to him--some insolence or cruelty for which he could not, or did not, avenge himself. | Max Beerbohm | ||
| 6f0bca2 | I could no more marry a man about whom I could not make a fool of myself than I could marry one who made a fool of himself about me. Else had I long ceased to be a spinster. | Max Beerbohm | ||
| 8c9aa88 | From those pedestals which intersperse the railing of the Sheldonian, the high grim busts of the Roman Emperors stared down at the fair stranger in the equipage. Zuleika returned their stare with but a casual glance. The inanimate had little charm for her. | Max Beerbohm | ||
| 4a59d1f | He was too much concerned with his own perfection ever to think of admiring any one else. | Max Beerbohm | ||
| 677d573 | A crowd, proportionately to its size, magnifies all that in its units pertains to the emotions, and diminishes all that in them pertains to thought. | Max Beerbohm | ||
| b04ec96 | Compelled belief is no belief at all. | Thomas C. Foster | ||
| 50e0ca8 | No one had ever loved him enough to end his life before. "Was that the sweetest thing ever, or what? She killed me." "You are one lucky bastard, I'll give you that." Nigel caught him under the arms as his legs buckled. "The look on her face when she threw that claw was priceless. I'd have given my right nut to have my paints at that moment. Never seen such love." | Stephanie Rowe | ||
| 621031a | Seven days until you're murder free!" "Nothing like jinxing me to add to the challenge," | Stephanie Rowe | ||
| 51f152f | He blinked at her visible honesty, at the earnestness on her face, and something inside him turned, knowing that he was the one responsible for the release of her tension. He'd made her feel better without even trying. What a guy. Then she reached into the tub, grabbed the gun, and shot him in the heart. | Stephanie Rowe | ||
| 35dc5ec | I can't believe you're bleeding this much! What, do you have like an ocean of blood in you or something? That was completely cruel to make me think I could shoot you and not hurt you! I have issues with hurting living creatures. You could have warned me!" She glared at him. "I don't like you." "You don't--" Blaine finally comprehended that she was wrecked over the fact she'd shot him. That" | Stephanie Rowe | ||
| 807ab40 | Me, Tarzan. You, Jane. I kill bad guy. Beat chest. Tarzan howl. | chest guy howl jane tarzan | Stephanie Rowe | |
| 601151b | Almost done," he said. Trinity pulled back, and her cheeks were still red. "You set me on fire?" He winced. "Yeah. Sorry about that. Wasn't intentional." | Stephanie Rowe |