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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3689df6 | Somebody should have warned the Trojans. Beware of gifts bearing Greeks. | greeks trojan-horse | David Gerrold | |
| 96caf95 | Alles prufe der Mensch, dass er Danken fur alles lernt | Friedrich Hölderlin | ||
| cccb82c | Hield mij aan't leven der mensen dit hart maar niet meer gebonden, dat van liefde niet aflaat, hoe graag zou ik met u hier wonen! | Friedrich Hölderlin | ||
| 49e178b | Ja, vergiss nur, dass es Menschen gibt, darbendes, angefochtenes, tausendfach geargertes Herz! und kehre wieder dahin, wo du ausgingst, in die Arme der Natur, der wandellosen, stillen und schonen. | Friedrich Hölderlin | ||
| ccd768f | Good Advice You've a head and a heart? Reveal only one of them, I say; If you reveal both at once, doubly they'll damn you, for both. | Friedrich Hölderlin | ||
| f496eb9 | All she remembered was that Caligula had planned to torture his wife to find out why he was so devoted to her. What was David's excuse, she wondered. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| feba441 | Ninety per cent of the drugs were for him and ten per cent for Natasha, a woman who remained an impenetrable mystery to him during the six months they lived together. The only thing he felt certain about was that she irritated him; but then, who didn't? | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| c0c309a | Thank goodness there were people who were happy with nothing, thought Julia, so that people like her (and everyone else she had ever met) could have | humor | Edward St. Aubyn | |
| 5abf4c5 | Anne came downstairs wearing a white cotton dress almost indistinguishable from the white cotton nightgown she had taken off. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| e242dee | There's a blast of palpable stupidity that comes from our host, like opening the door of a sauna. The best way to contradict him is to let him speak. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| edf7ad2 | An image flashed across her mind of two rams flinging their heads against each other on a rocky mountainside. What did the girl rams do? Faint with pleasure? Clap their cloven hooves? Lean against some nearby boulders, with little tubs of mountain grass, discussing the battle? | discussing girl-rams pleasure rams | Edward St. Aubyn | |
| 76a5921 | I'll let you in on a little secret, Garry: everything is history. By the time you notice it, it's already happened. That famous imposter, "the present," disappears in the cognitive gap. Mind the gap!" | history past present | Edward St. Aubyn | |
| 89d83cd | In the Dodge City of romantic love, crowded with betrayal, abandonment and rejection, it was better to fire first than to take the risk of being gunned down. | fire-first gunned-down romantic-love | Edward St. Aubyn | |
| 2442ccb | In England, art was much less likely to be mentioned in polite society than sexual perversions or methods of torture. | england methods-of-torture polite-society sexual-perversions | Edward St. Aubyn | |
| 673e576 | The Park's nice,' his father conceded, 'but the rest of the country is just people in huge cars wondering what to eat next. | humor | Edward St. Aubyn | |
| 826f4d0 | How could he relax his guard when beams of neurotic energy, like searchlights weaving about a prison compound, allowed no thought to escape, no remark to go unchecked. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| f0cad87 | It's the hardest addiction of all,' said Patrick. 'Forget heroin. Just try giving up irony, that deep-down need to mean two things at once, to be in two places at once, not to be there for the catastrophe of a fixed meaning. | irony patrick-melrose | Edward St. Aubyn | |
| 6430cc7 | Balance was so elusive: either it was like this, too fast, or there was the heavy thing like wading through a swamp to get to the end of a sentence. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 58a225d | Just before the top of the hill she stopped, breathed deeply, and tried to muster her scattered sense of calm, like a bride checking her veil in the last mirror before the aisle. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 7bdb0fb | made him more conscious of how little experience he had of saying what he meant. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| cffbfd2 | They had never met, but she had come to understand what had driven Victor's wife to seek refuge in a full set of Snoopy mugs. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 78cbab9 | the real failure: that he couldn't be the sort of father he wanted to be, a man who had transcended his ancestral muddle and offered his children unhaunted love. He had made it out of what he thought of as Zone One, where a parent was doomed to make his child experience what he had hated most about his life, but he was still stuck in Zone Two, where the painstaking avoidance of Zone One blinded him to fresh mistakes. In Zone Two giving was .. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| a740b79 | If we can't control our conscious responses, what chance do we have against the influences we haven't recognized? | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 63bfbbf | Patrick's own nanny was dead. A friend of his mother's said she had gone to heaven, but Patrick had been there and knew perfectly well that they had put her in a wooden box and dropped her in a hole. Heaven was the other direction and so the woman was lying, unless it was like sending a parcel. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 650883a | When Kate was younger, stories were her friends when she found people challenging. She searched them out, hiding among them in the library and tucking herself into their pages. She folded herself into the shape of Hermione Granger or George from The Famous Five or Catherine Moreland from Northanger Abbey and tried to be them for a day. When she started secondary school her friends were the characters she met in the pages of her books. They .. | Libby Page | ||
| 33223b7 | On the postcard Perdu wrote Catherine that night were the phrases Max had invented that afternoon so he could present them to Samy at dinner. Samy found them so beautiful that she kept repeating them to herself, rolling their sounds back and forth on her tongue like a crumb of cake. Star salt (the stars' reflection in a river) Sun cradle (the sea) Lemon kiss (everyone knew exactly what this meant!) Family anchor (the dinner table) Heart not.. | Nina George | ||
| a527620 | Because of your love I'm learning to love myself too," she said one morning when the sea was still a sleepy shade of gray-blue. "I have always taken what life has offered me...but I've never offered myself anything. I was never any good at looking after myself." As he pulled her tenderly to him, Jean thought that he felt the same: he was only capable of loving himself because Catherine loved him." | Nina George | ||
| 26a91d9 | she found herself blessing God for her creation, preservation, and all the blessings of this life, but above all for His inestimable Love; out loud; in a burst of acknowledgement. | thankfulness | Elizabeth von Arnim | |
| 777fd1c | when they talked of love and women--and of course they sometimes talked of love and women -- Lewes would bring out views which Christopher, whose views they used to be too, only he had forgotten that, considered, now that he had come to know Catherine, as so much--the word was his--tripe. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| d5fab5e | thought,' he said presently, with patient mildness, 'you knew I have a mother and sisters.' 'Mothers and sisters aren't women--they're merely relations,' said Christopher; and from that time Lewes's inquiries were less frequent and more gingerly, and mixed with anxiety. He was fond of his friend. He disliked the idea of possibly losing him. He seemed to him to be well on the way to being in love seriously; and love, as he had observed it, w.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 531ecad | Once more she had that really rather disgusting suspicion that her life till now had not only been loud but empty. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 980d2e3 | Eppure l'amore all'inizio e una cosa bella, una cosa dolce e cara. Ma proprio come un gattino, che da piccolo ti delizia con i suoi modi teneri e amabili, con la sua innocenza, morbidezza e mansuetudine, si trasforma con spaventosa rapidita in un gatto che ti artiglia crudelmente. Vorrei sapere se esiste una sola persona al mondo, all'apparenza felice e indifferente, che non abbia ben nascosti sotto abiti e ornamenti i segni degli artigli d.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 24ee931 | To think that you dared--to think that my--my noble boy--" "He wasn't very noble. Mothers don't ever really know their sons, I think." "Shameless girl!" cried Mrs. Morrison, so loud, so completely beside herself, that Priscilla hastily rang her bell... "Open the door for this lady," she said to Annalise, who appeared with a marvellous promptitude; and as Mrs. Morrison still stood her ground and refused to see either Annalise or the door Pri.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| a1cb76a | But whether it was a proper shame for what she had done or a shocking shame for her compunctions in sinning, the Bishop was not permitted that afternoon to discover; because when she had got as far as that she was interrupted by being obliged to faint. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 8d22f64 | Christopher loved her with the passion of youth, of imagination, of poetry, of all the fresh beginnings of wonder and worship that have been since love first lit his torch and made in the darkness a great light. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 89d3ab4 | Mr. Dawson's wife was really so very meek that I fear when the Day of Reckoning comes much of this tyranny will be forgiven him and laid to her account. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| c71f4bc | What business, said Priscilla's look more plainly than any words, what business had people to walk into other people's cottages in such a manner? She stood quite still, and scrutinized Mrs. Morrison with the questioning expression she used to find so effective in Kunitz days when confronted by a person inclined to forget which, exactly, was his proper place. But Mrs. Morrison knew nothing of Kunitz, and the look lost half its potency withou.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 7e67831 | It was a place to bless God in and cease from vain words. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 554a8b0 | One should continue (of course with dignity) to develop, however old one may be. She had nothing against developing, against further ripeness, because as long as one was alive one was not dead -obviously, decided Mrs. Fisher, and development, change, ripening, were life. | life | Elizabeth von Arnim | |
| 09a9118 | At night the bottom of the valley looks like water, and the lamps in the little town lying along it like quivering reflections of the stars. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 04d52fd | Fortunately, though she was hungry, she didn't mind missing a meal. Life was full of meals. They took up an enormous proportion of one's time. | meals | Elizabeth von Arnim | |
| 7477865 | I have always had a liking for pilgrimages, and if I had lived in the Middle Ages would have spent most of my time on the way to Rome. The pilgrims, leaving all their cares at home, the anxieties of their riches or their debts, the wife that worried and the children that disturbed, took only their sins with them, and turning back on their obligations, set out with that sole burden, and perhaps a cheerful heart. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 21d0f26 | And then when I got home I burrowed about among my books, arranging their volumes and loving the feel of them. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 0910733 | What a place for him who intends to pass an examination, to write a book, or who wants the crumples got by crushing together too long with his fellows to be smoothed out of his soul. | Elizabeth von Arnim |