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| 7157f0b | There was nothing, she saw at once, to be hoped for in the way of interest from their clothes. She did not consciously think this, for she was having a violent reaction against beautiful clothes and the slavery they impose on one, her experience being that the instant one had got them they took one in hand and gave one no peace till they had been everywhere and been seen by everybody. You didn't take your clothes to parties; they took you. .. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| db1d475 | But we found San Salvatore," said Mrs. Arbuthnot, "and it is rather silly that Mrs. Fisher should behave as if it belonged only to her." "What is rather silly," said Mrs. Wilkins with much serenity, "is to mind. I can't see the least point in being in authority at the price of one's liberty." | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 11bb469 | Her family held strongly that for daughters to read in the daytime was to be idle. Well, if it was, thought Ingeborg lifting her head, that head that drooped so apologetically at home, with the defiance that distance encourages, then being idle was a blessed thing and the sooner one got away to where one could be it, uninterruptedly, the better. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| dbcba64 | All the radiance of April in Italy lay gathered together at her feet. The sun poured in on her. The sea lay asleep in it, hardly stirring. Across the bay the lovely mountains, exquisitely different in color, were asleep too in the light; and underneath her window, at the bottom of the flower-starred grass slope from which the wall of castle rose up, was a great cypress, cutting through the delicate blues and violets and rose-colors of the m.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 009dba2 | the expression on her face, which was swept by the excitement of what she saw ... was as luminous and tremulous under it as water in sunlight when it is ruffled by a gust of wind. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 5ca9339 | Keep quiet and say one's prayers--certainly not merely the best, but the only things to do if one would be truly happy; but, ashamed of asking when I have received so much, the only form of prayer I would use would be a form of thanksgiving. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 4c22745 | Many are the friendships that have found an unforseeen and sudden end on a journey, and few are those that survive it. | travel | Elizabeth von Arnim | |
| 7cbfa93 | Oh how warm it makes one to know that there is one person in the world to whom one is everything. A lover is the most precious, the most marvelous possession. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 270beaf | Oh, my dear, this is worse than I expected! A strange girl is always a bore among good friends, but one can generally manage her. But a girl who writes books - why, it isn't respectable! And you can't snub that sort of people; they're unsnubbable. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 39bc440 | and everybody will have what they never yet have had, a certain amount of that priceless boon, leisure-- leisure to sit down and look at themselves, and inquire what it is they really mean, and really want, and really intend to do with their lives. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| f6372b0 | Submission to what people call their "lot" is simply ignoble. If your lot makes you cry and be wretched, get rid of it and take another; strike out for yourself; don't listen to the shrieks of your relations, to their gibes or their entreaties; don't let your own microscopic set prescribe your goings-out and comings-in; don't be afraid of public opinion in the shape of the neighbor in the next house, when all the world is before you new and.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 3a858d5 | It might have been the entrance to some holy place, so strange and solemn was the quiet; and looking from out of its shadows to the brightness shining at the upper end where the sun was flooding the bracken with happy morning radiance, I felt suddenly that my walk had ceased to be a common thing, and that I was going up into the temple of God to pray. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 135af5e | She herself had certainly never been more alive. She felt electric. She would not have been surprised if sparks had come crackling out of the tips of her sober gloves. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 9e5dc66 | True she was old, true she was unbeautiful, true she therefore had no reason to smile, but kind ladies smiled, reason or no. They smiled not because they were happy but because they wished to make happy. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 158429b | These women accept their beatings with a simplicity worthy of all praise, and far from considering themselves insulted, admire the strength and energy of the man who can administer such eloquent rebukes. In Russia, not only may a man beat his wife, but it is laid down in the catechism and taught all boys at the time of confirmation as necessary at least once a week, whether she has done anything or not, for the sake of her general health an.. | feminism goddess man woman | Elizabeth von Arnim | |
| e433ec3 | Isn't it a mercy that we never get cured of being expectant? It makes life so bearable. However regularly we are disappointed and nothing whatever happens, after the first blow has fallen, after the first catch of the breath, the first gulp of misery, we turn our eyes with all their old eagerness to a point a little further along the road. | expectation hope hoping life life-and-living | Elizabeth von Arnim | |
| 4dee986 | I laughed on the way home, and I laughed again for sheer satisfaction when we reached the garden and drove between the quiet trees to the pretty old house; for when I went into the library, with its four windows open to the moonlight and the scent, and looked round at the familiar bookshelves, and could hear no sounds but sounds of peace, and knew that here I might read or dream or idle exactly as I chose with never a creature to disturb me.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 3f8cb25 | What was that all about?" Royce asked. Hadrian shrugged, but Royce looked unconvinced. "You were here for what--five years? Anything happen? Anything you want to share?" "Sure," he replied with a sarcastic grin. "Right after you fill me in on how you escaped from Manzant Prison and why you never killed Ambrose Moor." "Sorry I asked." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 2c5044a | The working people of the Flint area hated this rag, but it was our only daily so you read it. Everyone called it the "Flint Urinal." Editorially, the paper had historically been on the wrong side of every major social and political issue of the twentieth century -- "the wrong side" meaning: whatever side the union workers were on, the Urinal took the opposite position." | unions | Michael Francis Moore | |
| 90fe9e9 | Producers of TV newsmagazines routinely let emotional accounts trump objective information. | Barry Glassner | ||
| f217da5 | New Rule: Conservatives have to stop complaining about Hollywood values. It's Oscar time again, which means two things: (1) I've got to get waxed, and (2) talk-radio hosts and conservative columnists will trot out their annual complaints about Hollywood: We're too liberal; we're out of touch with the Heartland; our facial muscles have been deadened with chicken botulism; and we make them feel fat. To these people, I say: Shut up and eat you.. | humor politics | Bill Maher | |
| a35953d | Mostly, this was the fault of white, Rust Belt, out-of-work Democrats. They had voted twice for Barack Obama, but now they were being told that they were racists or white supremacists for voting for Trump and giving him an Electoral College edge. The contrarian liberal genius Michael Moore had been a lonely prophet who had seen it coming, but the Clinton team had ignored him, just as they had ignored their own patriarch, Bill Clinton, who s.. | Doug Wead | ||
| 088b9a1 | and then what happened?- I asked him, but I had no desire to know. Whatever it was, it has to be ugly. | quite ugly | Michael F. Moore | |
| 30ae58e | Calm down. It amounts to nothing. Calm down. And that taxi driver was right, I wasn't supposed to park there, I was wrong. It was simply the wrong place, for me, too, for what I wanted to do, regardless of the prohibition: it was too whatever. | Michael F. Moore | ||
| e1121a3 | Sean Penn mourned the death of the fifty-eight-year-old socialist creep. Sean wrote in a statement sent to the Hollywood Reporter: "Today the people of the United States lost a friend it never knew it had. And poor people around the world lost a champion." He added: "I lost a friend I was blessed to have." Penn needs to tell you that he knew the guy. A world leader. That's cool. I guess playing Jeff Spicoli and marrying Madonna wasn't enoug.. | Greg Gutfeld | ||
| a7f8f4a | Spring Lane burned with a mythology of chipped slates, pale wash-water blue and flaking at the seam. The summer yellow glow of an impending dawn diffused, diluted in the million-gallon sky above the tannery that occupied this low end of the ancient gradient, across the narrow street from where Phyllis and Michael stood outside the alley-mouth. The tannery's high walls of browning brick with rusted wire mess over its high windows didn't have.. | Alan Moore | ||
| ee3dbe4 | This is the prevalence of ritual. To remember something that cannot be forgotten. | Chris Abani | ||
| 6a57ea2 | He knew that scar, that pain, that shame, that degradation that no metaphor could contain, inscribing it on his body. And yet beyond that, he was that scar, carved by hate and smallness and fear onto the world's face. He and everyone like him, until the earth was aflame with scarred black men dying in trees of fire. | Chris Abani | ||
| aade6ec | Listening to the clack clack of the pal fronds form a percussive background to the oboe throb of the sea, he dozed off. An hour later, he woke with a start and, standing up, dusted off the seat of his trousers. White sand, in fine glittering silicon chips, clung to him, catching the sun, turning him into a patchwork fabric of diamonds and ebony. | Chris Abani | ||
| 6e2c5ab | Not everyone can be relaxed or comfortable enough to seriously listen to the (debate or interview) answers. | interview | Jim Lehrer | |
| 5adb166 | Pie, in a word, is my passion. Since as far back as I can remember, watching my mom and dad make their apple pies together every fall as a young boy, I have simply loved pie. I can't really explain why. If one loves poetry, or growing orchids, or walking along the beach at sunset, the why isn't all that important. To me, pie is poetry that makes the world a better place. | Ken Haedrich | ||
| 99d1717 | There is the question of loneliness. But again, this is not how you imagined it (if you had ever tried to imagine it). There are two essential kinds of loneliness: that of not having found someone to love, and that of having been deprived of the one you did love. The first kind is worse. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 420ae12 | What did I care about saving the world if the world couldn't, wouldn't, save her? | Julian Barnes | ||
| 1968ff5 | And sometimes all that happened was that the misleading old euphemisms were replaced by the misleading new cliches. | Julian Barnes | ||
| f4e6495 | We live in time--it holds us and moulds us--but I've never felt I understood it very well. And I'm not referring to theories about how it bends and doubles back, or may exist elsewhere in parallel versions. No, I mean ordinary, everyday time, which clocks and watches assure us passes regularly: tick-tock, click-clock. Is there anything more plausible than a second hand? | Julian Barnes | ||
| 9a131f0 | I must confess that in all the times I read Madame Bovary, I never noticed the heroine's rainbow eyes. Should I have? Would you? Was I perhaps too busy noticing things that Dr Starkie was missing (though what they might have been I can't for the moment think)? Put it another way: is there a perfect reader somewhere, a total reader? Does Dr Starkie's reading of Madame Bovary contain all the responses which I have when I read the book, and th.. | Julian Barnes | ||
| d6c57d0 | Noah couldn't do anything without first wondering what He would think. Now that's no way to go on. Always looking over your shoulder for approval - it's not adult, is it? | Julian Barnes | ||
| 94f448d | Major General Anders later reflected: I think it was the Earthrise that really kind of got everybody in the solar plexus ... We were looking back at our planet, the place where we evolved. Our Earth was quite colorful, pretty and delicate compared to the very rough, rugged, beat-up, even boring lunar surface. I think it struck everybody that here we'd come 240,000 miles to see the Moon and it was the Earth that was really worth looking at. | Julian Barnes | ||
| b7a42e4 | Then, at some point, sooner or later, for this reason or that, one of them is taken away. And what is taken away is greater than the sum of what was there. This may not be mathematically possible; but it is emotionally possible. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 671083d | Maybe women are more in touch with the world. He said what did I mean, and I said, well, everything's connected, isn't it, and women are more closely connected to all the cycles of nature and birth and rebirth on the planet than men, who are only impregnators after all when it comes down to it, and if women are in tune with the planet then maybe if terrible things are going on up in the north, things which threaten the whole existence of th.. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 1b5c0ac | But if you're very clever, I think there's something that can unhinge you if you're not careful. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 86871f7 | The constant tug between nature and civilization is what keeps on our toes. Though of course, that did rather beg the question of how you defined nature and how you defined civilization. | nature | Julian Barnes | |
| 9a1f428 | Altitude reduces all things to their relative proportions, and to the truth. Cares, remorse, disgust become strangers: How easily indifference, contempt, forgetfulness drop away...and forgiveness descends. | love | Julian Barnes | |
| 5ab5229 | The heap of dirty dishes was normal for Arthur, who had applied for a reduction in his water rate on the grounds that he washed up only every fortnight, and then used the leftover liquid for watering his roses. | Julian Barnes |