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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 507cb12 | That was the thing about restorative justice. It allowed you to hold two things in your head at the same time--that butt-slapping was funny, and also that it wasn't. That asking permission to touch somebody was funny, but that you really didn't want to be touched by somebody who didn't ask. That the girls wanted Jeff to dial back the ass-smacking thing, but that they still liked joking around with him. That the whole thing wasn't a big deal.. | Dashka Slater | ||
| 31e5dd0 | The day Glenn Gregg's daddy got back from New Orleans was the same day Lady Sally Anne Montberclair decided to park her big white Cadillac out in front of Red's Goodlookin Bar and Gro. and leave the motor running and scoot inside, out of the first drops of rain, on an errand. Glenn's daddy was named Solon. | Lewis Nordan | ||
| 805c61c | In my mind, I gave the woman gifts. I gave her a candle stub. I gave her a box of wooden kitchen matches. I gave her a cake of Lifebuoy soap. I gave her a ceilingful of glow-in-the-dark planets. I gave her a bald baby doll. I gave her a ripe fig, sweet as new wood, and a milkdrop from its stem. I gave her a peppermint puff. I gave her a bouquet of four roses. I gave her fat earthworms for her grave. I gave her a fish from Roebuck Lake, a vi.. | love mortality | Lewis Nordan | |
| d07a361 | In a little while they were kissing. In a little while longer, they made their slow sweet love. The iron bed sounded like a pine forest in an ice storm, like a switch track in a Memphis trainyard, like the sweet electrical thunder of habitual love and the tragical history of the constant heart. Auntee finished first, and then Uncle soon after, and their lips were touching lightly as they did. The rain was still falling and the scritch owl w.. | mississippi sorrow | Lewis Nordan | |
| 3efcceb | Even Solon Gregg was finding it hard to speak to a woman who had just paid hard cash for tampons and on her face wore the look of a woman who meant to use them, as advertised. | Lewis Nordan | ||
| 9a1dddd | Mr. Raney named the porpoises - Sister Woman, and Renford, and Lamar, and St. Elmo - and could recognize them, and call each by its name, even at night, six feet long, some of them, with a million sharp teeth and a naughty grin. Often when he floated past in the boat and watched their playful wheeling, in and out among the cypress knees, he called out to them, "Lamar, we are all alone in the world!" or "Renford, cork is an export product of.. | Lewis Nordan | ||
| a51f79c | In literature, as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. --ANDRE MAUROIS | Harville Hendrix | ||
| 6ca6c5e | One minute you're involved in your life as you know it, when suddenly you see the one. Your eyes meet (perhaps across a crowded room). Heart palpitations start. And the fairy tale of romance begins. Flowers, batting eyelashes, shared meals, laughter. Sunset walks and little love gifts to each other. You spend hours looking forward to your next time together. Maybe you'll see a movie or simply hang out--talking about everything and nothing. | Harville Hendrix | ||
| 5f24ce8 | When rudely awakened from the dazzling dream of compatibility, people can get very grumpy. Desperate to end the pain and disappointment Romantic Love leaves behind, many couples get divorced. Others who decide not to do the mind-numbing work of dividing up the stuff may stay together. But they wind up living parallel lives, without any true connection. They assume this is as good as it gets. But secretly they think something must be terribl.. | Harville Hendrix | ||
| 1842c0c | Whoa! The idea that your partner is really a composite of your parents can be a bit upsetting at first. Though we love our parents, most of us got over (consciously) wanting to marry them when we turned five or six. Then, when we hit our teenage years, all we wanted was our freedom. But the fact is, we're unconsciously drawn to that special someone with the best and worst character traits of all of our caregivers combined. We call this our .. | Harville Hendrix | ||
| 5033816 | Helen and I like to think of two people in a conscious love relationship as companion stars. Each person is a unique individual ablaze with potential. One is just as important as the other, and each has a unique and equally valid view of the universe. Yet, together, they form a greater whole, kept connected by the pull of mutual love and respect. They mirror the interconnected universe. New | Harville Hendrix | ||
| 17daad7 | At Camp Don Bosco, there were Bibles all over the place, mostly 1970s hippie versions like Good News for Modern Man. They had groovy titles like The Word or The Way, and translated the Bible into "contemporary English," which meant Saul yelling at Jonathan, "You son of a bitch!" (I Samuel 20:30). Awesome! The King James version gave this verse as "Thou son of the perverse rebellious woman," which was bogus in comparison. Maybe these transla.. | music religion | Rob Sheffield | |
| a07821a | I've never heard of anybody getting rid of their prized Exile postcards, much less actually writing on them and sending them through the mail to a girl. I watched these two, laughing over this story at the same kitchen table they've shared for thirty years. I realize that I will never fully understand the millions of bizarre ways that music brings people together. | music | Rob Sheffield | |
| cacb556 | We had nothing in common, except we both loved music. It was the first connection we had, and we depended on it to keep us together. We did a lot of work to meet in the middle. Music brought us together. So now music was stuck with us. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 67b174c | No worries" is the best thing to happen to sullen teenagers since I was one - even better than vampire sexting, GTL, or Call of Duty. When I was a sullen teenager, we had to make do wtih the vastly inferior "whatever". "No worries" beats "whatever" six ways to Sunday. I'ts a vaguely mystical way of saying "I hear your mouth make noise, saying something that I plan to ignore." It has a noble Rasta-man vibe, as if you're quoting some sort of .. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| c6bd349 | I've played the song for a lot of people who respond, 'Hmmmm, this is interesting,' but in a way it's more like 'There are two exits in this room, the window and the door. If this song doesn't end soon, I'm going to opt for the window. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 53cea75 | Listening to it now is like a personally guided tour through my past. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 73996a4 | Walter Benjamin, in his prescient 1923 essay "One Way Street," said a book was an outdated means of communication between two boxes of index cards. One professor goes through books, looking for tasty bits he can copy onto index cards. Then he types his index cards up into a book, so other professors can go through it and copy tasty bits onto their own index cards. Benjamin's joke was: Why not just sell the index cards? I guess that's why we.. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| a2c78b9 | I had never been so extravagantly proud of having blood that clotted. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 752ad0c | Tacos will grow on Christmas trees before I learn to carry a tune. Fortunately, it doesn't matter. In karaoke, talent means nada; enthusiasm is everything. What I lack in talent, I make up for in passion. Hence my karaoke problem. | karaoke passion | Rob Sheffield | |
| 4c085b3 | I hear the noise in his voice, and I hear a boy trying to scare the darkness away. I wish I could hear what happened next, but nothing did. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 3d4ba69 | Don't go home with that magic man! I wanted to shake my Walkman, warn the Heart girls to run away. Don't trust him! He might be magic, but he's not very nice! He says he just wants to get high awhile, but he'll get you so high you can't come back down. He'll make you stay inside so long, it hurts your eyes to go out, so you'll spend whole years wasting away in his mansion. You'll lose your sense of time. You'll lose your appetite. When your.. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| b6e04c1 | The times you lived through, the people you shared those times with--nothing brings it all to life like an old mix tape. It does a better job of storing up memories than actual brain tissue can do. Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they add up to the story of a life. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 0307e36 | And they're right--what could be scarier, stupider, than staying together? How else could you totally guarantee that you would always have reasons to be terrified? | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 5fe60db | So you get less shy about how hard you have to try. And you don't bother hiding your Kotter tapes. Sure, they expose some of my appalling deficiencies. But my appalling deficiencies are all I have to offer. Is there such a thing as romantic love that does not depend on someone embracing my deficiencies? I hope I will never find out. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 0ee3307 | That's why I never married. Marriage is lonely, but it ain't private." That was always my most intense fear about getting married: When everything sucked and I was by myself, I thought, Well, at least I don't have another miserable person to worry about. I figured if you give up your private place and it still turns out to be lonely, you're just screwed. So I felt safer not even thinking about it." | Rob Sheffield | ||
| f65767a | Getting a Dog: She won this one easily, as I've already mentioned; I thought my graceful surrender would win me a concession or two down the line. i was wrong. Renee saw the dog not as a personal victory for her, but a huge favor she was doing me by teaching me the joys of being pissed on by an animal. This is just one of the adorable quirks of the dog, best friend God ever gave humanity in this crazy little world. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 485b97e | There are millions of songs in the world, and millions of ways to connect them into mixes. Making the connections is part of the fun of being a fan. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 5aa7775 | Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they add up to the story of a life. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 610dea0 | This is what they call "hitting rock bottom," and they call it that because it rocks." | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 93c4849 | Let's not look back in anger, or forward in fear, but around in awareness." --James Thurber" | Maria Shriver | ||
| ed01f82 | Prayer is talking to God. Meditation is letting God talk to you." --Yogi Bhajan" | Maria Shriver | ||
| afb6ce4 | Starting at the bottom is not about humiliation. It's about humility--a realistic assessment of where you are in the learning curve. | humility inspirational-quotes learning lessons | Maria Shriver | |
| 5bc76c0 | But I've learned that living in either the past or the future keeps me up in my head, out of reality, robbing me of the present. | Maria Shriver | ||
| 7244a67 | You are afraid." Leif challenged. "Am not." "Are too." "Am not." "Then prove it." I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Finally, I said, "I hate you." Leif smiled. "The feeling is mutual" | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 7281cb8 | The Commander assigned jobs based on skills and intelligence, not on gender. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 9914010 | Then you understand why I don't want to get close to another again. What happens when she dies, too? I couldn't bear it." "Then you miss out on life." "What do you mean?" "You'll be alone, trusting no one because of fear. I know. I have four years experience of pushing people away, missing out on life. Four years spent by myself, living in my glass cage. Four years of self-doubt, worries, fears." | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 5c0dae1 | Resting, recuperating, moping, it's all the same. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| ebaf536 | Kade: How long did it take before you could think of her without... Opal: The burning pain? Kade: Yes. Opal: Two to three years. But don't go by me. Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don't notice it, but, out of the blue, it'll flare to life. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| f2a55cd | Valek's thoughts returned to Yelena. An icy finger of loneliness touched the emptiness inside him. She was in Sitia, where she needed to be to learn aboout her magical powers, but she had taken his heart with her. Cursing himself for being melodramatic, he concentrated on the grim task at hand. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 8b2a0b3 | Why?" I figured they would do what they had done before and lay low. "Because of you." "Me? You've got to be joking." "You're right. I am. It's really because of Sheepy. How he risked his life for them, and how he showed them that scrubs are real human beings who care and want the same things in life. Opened their eyes to the fact the Travas are our mutual enemy." "Sheepy's a great guy...sheep." | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 98b7681 | Knife fighting was his forte, but he wouldn't have time to have a proper match. Pity. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| e8863ee | My plans had seemed straightforward, then my road kept dipping and turning and I kept getting caught in its traps. No I felt mired in mud in the middle of nowhere. Lost. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 990c6a7 | It's incomprehensible to me why a magician would create something that can be used against him. It's like giving your sword to your previously unarmed enemy, and then being surprised when he stabs you with it!" Bruns" | Maria V. Snyder |