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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1299c44 | If it were your Harry, mother, or your Willie, that were going to be torn from you by a brutal trader, tomorrow morning,--if you had seen the man, and heard that the papers were signed and delivered, and you had only from twelve o'clock till morning to make good your escape,--how fast could you walk? | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| b6f14f4 | Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting alone over their wine, in a well-furnished dining parlor, in the town of P----, in Kentucky. There were no servants present, and the gentlemen, with chairs closely approaching, seemed to be discussing some subject with great earnestness. | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| 93b449a | Has there ever been a child like Eva? Yes, there have been; but their names are always on grave-stones, and their sweet smiles, their heavenly eyes, their singular words and ways, are among the buried treasures of yearning hearts. In how many families do you hear the legend that all the goodness and graces of the living are nothing to the peculiar charms of one who is not. It is as if heaven had an especial band of angels, whose office it w.. | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| 88051da | Tom read,--"Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." "Them's good words, enough," said the woman; "who says 'em?" "The Lord," said Tom. "I jest wish I know'd whar to find Him," said the woman." | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| 6748fef | Alfred . . . stands, high and haughty, on that good old respectable ground, the right of the strongest; and he says, and I think quite sensibly, that the American planter is 'only doing, in another form, what the English aristocracy and capitalists are doing by the lower classes;' that is, I take it, appropriating them, body and bone, soul and spirit, to their use and convenience. He defends both, - and I think, at least, consistently. He s.. | exploitation slavery | Harriet Beecher Stowe | |
| 3da18dd | It looked like a love poem, and I was jealous of whoever inspired the sort of devotion he must have felt to make those words so permanent | Tammara Webber | ||
| 2dbc4cb | He gathered me into his arms and kissed me, one hand tangled in my hair and the other caressing down my back, our hearts pulsing out a cadence that the musician in me translated into a concert of lust. | Tammara Webber | ||
| 057901f | Some of us can begin to heal the damage people have done to us by escaping the situation, but some of us need more than that. Tattoos make statements that need to be made. Or hide things that are no one's business. Your scars are battle wounds, but you don't see them that way. Yet. | Tammara Webber | ||
| b4c8481 | Harriet Beecher Stowe wrote, The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. | Tammara Webber | ||
| c5fbdfc | Aparto las lagrimas de mi rostro.- ?Como me has encontrado? Sacudi mi cabeza.- Quizas estoy exactamente donde debi de haber estado, despues de todo." | lucas | Tammara Webber | |
| 1b39d99 | As logical as she is, she makes me feel reckless. I'm heedless of consequences. My plans and targets and goals and common sense go out the window in the face of what she makes me want. She scares the hell out of me and calms my soul at the same time. Maybe that's what love is- a total contradiction that somehow balances out. | Tammara Webber | ||
| 101f241 | Thus began the weeks of what we termed being reckless - and I worry from that viewpoint, at least, that word defines our entire relationship. Reid lives his life in a reckless way, and ever since his life collided with mine last summer, I've been unbalanced. The trajectory of my safe, small orbit cannot contain him, and no amount of wishing will change that. | Tammara Webber | ||
| 0b1d412 | There's something I never told you about that decision I made four years ago...I've never felt a middle ground between acceptance and remorse. Every day for the last four years, it's been one or the other. Black or white. There was no grey, but I could bear it because I had you. When I lost you, I began slipping into perpetual guilt. Carrying that secret, alone, for the first time, while trying to balance the idea of a benevolent God with a.. | Tammara Webber | ||
| 23a35ff | Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart | Tammara Webber | ||
| 30bea28 | no cray,Daddy he whisper | Tammara Webber | ||
| a71fa69 | Querido Diario: Han transcurrido mil anos lunares, del tiempo lunar. Todo el mundo ha estado contando historias menos yo. No tengo nada digno que contar. Todo lo que puedo hacer es dibujar monstruos, organos internos y odiar. | Beatrice Sparks | ||
| e3eb25c | Auntie says that in the city, people gather and pay money to see beautiful women and handsome men put on a show. The people in the show are called movie stars. | Patricia McCormick | ||
| 03e4f20 | I have a remarkable ability to delete all better judgment from my brain when I get my head set on something. Everything is done at all costs. I have no sense of moderation, no sense of caution. I have no sense, pretty much. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| d131ac9 | Back in Minneapolis, I said I would go to American. I have a remarkable ability to delete all better judgment from my brain when I get my head set on something. Everything is done at all costs. I have no sense of moderation, no sense of caution. I have no sense, pretty much. People with eating disorders tend to be very diametrical thinkers-everything is the end of the world, everything rides on this one thing, and everyone tells you you're .. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| a08a998 | Every morning I watched the sun rise and read a highly religious little meditation book and tried having a conversation with God. I waited for that sense of the presence of a Higher Power that I'd heard of. I chastised myself for not being open to real spiritual experience. It was one of the loneliest things I've ever done. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 2715378 | When we doubt, we learn to accept that we may not ever know. When we question, we learn to accept that there may be no answer. When we shout our doubt out into the universe, we learn to accept that we may be met with a silence we do not know how to read. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| e4e515e | Being here, living now, recognizing our smallness, is a spiritual practice. It allows us to be at peace with our humanity. It humbles us and grants us permission to fumble, and not know, and fail, and also to take pleasure in the small triumphs of our days. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 343b30b | There is always reason to care. There is always reason to give. It is what we are here to do. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 7365b0f | I wanted to turn heads not with lecherous leers of bemusement but with awe. I wanted to become untouchable, cruel, glittery, sleek and haughty as a cat. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 7e93133 | I would disappear, only to come home reinvented. I would be unrecognizable upon my fleeting returns. This fantasy was realized, but not quite the way I had intended. In deciding to remake myself, I managed to avoid the fact that I would also, by definition, have to erase what self there was to begin with. I began to wonder, many years later, if total erasure had been my intent all along. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| dee9f62 | This is the very boring part of eating disorders, the aftermath. When you eat and hate that you eat. And yet of course you must eat. You don't really entertain the notion of going back. You, with some startling new level of clarity, realize that going back would be far worse than simply being as you are. This is obvious to anyone without an eating disorder. This is not always obvious to you. But this stage, when it is effectively Over, is h.. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| ec54cb2 | I write constantly, trying to avoid the dull pain of gradual loss, trying not to think about the fact that I am leaving soon. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 4ab050a | The last place I want to be is the hospital, but I'm not stupid. I know when it's time to go in. I am so terrified of myself and of the vast, frightening world, that the psych ward, with its safe locked doors, sounds like a relief. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 3c8280d | These contradictions begin to split a person in two. Body and mind fall apart from each other, and it is in this fissure that an eating disorder may flourish, in the silence that surrounds this confusion that an eating disorder may fester and thrive. An eating disorder is | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 1cc32a2 | Why must the power of the female body cancel the power of the female mind? Are we so afraid of having both? | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| bd7be95 | But at that moment--the moment of realization that life as I'd been living it would have to end--I felt devastation unlike any I'd ever known. The barrenness was indescribable. The emptiness that opened up in me seemed to stretch on forever; I could see no end to it, could find no source of comfort in it, could not imagine any way out. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 424cbc4 | When we believe ourselves to be alone, we have no responsibility to this world and are answerable to no one. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 4e38f54 | To me...she was spring. It was as if while imprisoned inside the dark cage of the inner family...I had completely frozen into snow...and then there she was--fresh, clear spring. It was almost inevitable that..I would fall in love with her. -Hatori | kana natsuki-takaya | Natsuki Takaya | |
| 51c4c63 | Don't hate me. Tell me...everything' s okay. I was always so ashamed. I was ashamed of my weakness. But...I want you to say it. Just once...even if it's a lie. I know it will give me the courage...to try and become strong. | tohru | Natsuki Takaya | |
| 93f019c | It would have been nice if we could have lived our lives without taking any wrong turns. But such a thing isn't possible. We still stumble...we lose our way, we make mistakes and yet little by little, one step at a time we keep on walking forward. With our own two feet... even if we get beaten and bruised along the way we'll eventually reach something. We'll eventually reach someone. Until then we'll keep wishing. So... let's start walking. | Natsuki Takaya | ||
| 50173ce | Au-dessus des etangs, au-dessus des vallees, Des montagnes, des bois, des nuages, des mers, Par dela le soleil, par dela les ethers, Par dela les confins des spheres etoilees | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| d7137cc | Dis-moi, ton coeur parfois s'envole-t-il, Agathe! | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 6f3785a | You could say she hid there, in the words, an escape within an escape... | Aurelie Sheehan | ||
| 48878a5 | But why is she weeping? She, the perfect beauty, Who could put at her feet the conquered human race, What secret malady gnaws at those sturdy flanks? --She is weeping, fool, because she has lived! And because she lives! But what she deplores Most, what makes her shudder down to her knees, Is that tomorrow, alas! she will still have to live! Tomorrow, after tomorrow, always!--like us! | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| a8ef7b4 | Lindo perro mio, buen perro, chucho querido, acercate y ven a respirar un excelente perfume, comprado en la mejor perfumeria de la ciudad. Y el perro, meneando la cola, signo, segun creo, que en esos mezquinos seres corresponde a la risa y a la sonrisa, se acerca y pone curioso la humeda nariz en el frasco destapado; luego, echandose atras con subito temor, me ladra, como si me reconviniera. --!Ah miserable can! Si te hubiera ofrecido un mo.. | perro poesía | Charles Baudelaire | |
| 08ffdbd | He is at once a great lazybones, pitifully ambitious, and famous for unhappiness; for his entire life he has had practically nothing but half-baked ideas. The sun of laziness, which ceaselessly glows within him, vaporizes him and gnaws away that half-genius that heaven bestowed upon him. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| d64275b | In this respect you, unworthy companion of my sad life, resemble the public, to whom one must never present the delicate scents that only exasperate them, but instead give them only dung, chosen with care. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| e763071 | La Nature est un temple ou de vivants piliers Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles; L'homme y passe a travers des forets de symboles Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers. | nature | Charles Baudelaire | |
| 290c1b8 | For every letter of creditors, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you'll be saved. | Charles Baudelaire |