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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3a04b89 | Do not postpone life until two pounds form now. Go on the trip. Wear the strapless dress. Go zip lining, or water-skiing, or swimming with the dolphins. None of us are guaranteed a future. Putting ff joy until you're the right size could mean you'll never experience it at all. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| c7d59e0 | Everyone has sorrow. Everyone has obligations. Everyone keeps going. You lean on the people who love you. You do the best you can and you keep going. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 9300635 | E un libro sull'amore capace di trascendere l'aspetto fisico, su come la bellezza sia un confine arbitrario e facile da superare, su come due persone possono entrare in sintonia nonostante le differenze fisiche, su come possono innamorarsi malgrado il loro aspetto esteriore li separi dal resto del mondo. | ruth-dave scar writer | Jennifer Weiner | |
| 7e861a4 | The girl, Gary's girl....would keep bowls of Hershey's Kisses on the coffee table, and she'd decorate the house for all the big holidays and most of the small ones. Probably she'd be class mother, and PTA president, and she'd deliver meals to the elderly once a month. In bed, she'd be exuberant, and would take it as an endorsement when Gary sweated all over her. | ideal relationships | Jennifer Weiner | |
| de95814 | People don't like to see things that aren't perfect. It reminds them of what could go wrong in their own lives, I guess. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 5fc870f | long as people can still surprise you, it means you're not dead. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| b168da8 | When you get everything you wanted, I think maybe you do have to be a little grateful for the people who got you there.. whether or not they thought they were doing you any favors at the time. | big-girls-don-t-cry life novel writer | Jennifer Weiner | |
| 415ed3e | You have to open yourself up to the universe's possibilities. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 854966b | This is motherhood for you," said my own mother. "Going through life with your heart outside your body." | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 3ccb10d | I knew that it was no fault of ours. We weren't to blame, I thought to myself. I could let it go; I could set the burden down, I could be free. Except, of course, that knowing something in your head is different than feeling it in your heart. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 684d3c2 | Savasana--corpse pose--is the hardest pose of all. You would think, 'What could be hard about lying on the floor?' But the truth is that we, as humans, are not wired to be still and do nothing. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 7c6cf8e | For women who do too much--which includes, dear publishers, pretty much all the women who have enough disposable income to buy your books--this is the ultimate fantasy: not a man who will make you come, but a man who will make agency unnecessary, a man who will choose your adventure for you. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| ff04635 | And remember-no woman ever said, on her deathbed, I wish I'd eaten less cake. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 8a938a6 | It's just you and the track and the clock. It's the most elemental thing there is-the simplest and the hardest. No everybody is cut out for it. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 481e1a7 | I would write my way out of my heartbreak, write my way to a happy ending . . . and, if, by the end of it, I had a story that other people might like, that happy ending might be the publication of an actual book. Not marriage, not a reunion with Mr. Right, not the kids and the house and the white picket fence, but not nothing, either. A happy ending of a different kind. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 6405a56 | The ones who nod in sympathy when their friends talked about street harassment, but whose lived experience involved more shouts of "lose some weight" than cat calls and leers. The" | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 6062e90 | Change the setting, change the mood ... She'd taught him to make himself go outside if he was in, or inside if he was out, to interrupt the plummet with something as simple as making a cup of tea or spending a few minutes working on crossword puzzles. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 512f7dd | It was easy to make good choices when you had a web of people supporting you, not to mention money as a safety net when everyone else in your family did the right thing, went to the right college, held down a job. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 3e0745e | There are friends who tell you, "Someday you'll laugh about this." Susan's my best friend because, with her, "someday" is always now." | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 1fd5494 | sing the prettiest songs, | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| bbefebc | F.E.A.R. Stood for face everything and recover | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 2ab115a | One of its ears stuck straight up, the other flopped as it ran, and I remembered something I'd read somewhere--that when God sees a dog he likes, he folds one of its ears down to remember it. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| e142b08 | she married a man, she could let him plan, let him push, let him maneuver; and the world they inhabited would welcome them. They would always have a place. It would be easy, and Jo was so tired. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| bcebe60 | Have you ever considered that there might be something wrong with your brain? Oh, I think there might be something wrong with everyone else's. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 100aa2c | mom with a part-time (inching | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 192219e | But I'll tell you a secret. You know what boys like? A woman who's happy with herself. Who's not making herself miserable with the Jane Fonda videotapes and complaining all the time about whether this part or that one's too big. And you know what else they like? She leaned in close, whispering into her granddaughter's ear. Good food. | life-lessons plus-size self-confidence | Jennifer Weiner | |
| 02e7139 | For months I'd been writing, holed up in my bedroom, or doing the cliched thing of bringing my laptop to a neighborhood coffee shop, where I was surrounded by my more attractive peers, the ones who carried on long, loud telephone conversations in which they used the words my agent as often as possible, and did everything but prop tip cups and WRITER AT WORK signs | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 8cb3345 | she'd braved a trip to the supermarket that morning, where her fellow housewives were acting practically feral, grabbing for the last loaf of bread or gallon of milk or four-pack of toilet paper, as if everyone's snow-day plans included French toast and diarrhea. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| b0789f3 | Beauty was power, and Bethie wanted her power back. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 5b4267f | sometimes--a lot of the time--it felt like her skin no longer fit her, and her body was only a collection of flaws to be fixed or at least disguised, an endless source of despair. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| cdeca78 | You have to let people be who they want," Terry said. "Even if it's not what you want them to be." | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 8527dec | I believed in newspapers' mission, the importance of their role as a watchdog, holding the powerful accountable, comforting the afflicted and afflicting the comfortable. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 1e0f949 | Just a regular gal, Jo thought, and smiled, thinking, If you only knew. | Jennifer Weiner | ||
| 45607ca | Most of the girls held a single candle, and the combined glow danced among the tear-streaked faces. They were so young, these girls: children. Kathy Torrance had particularly loathed that about Lo/Rez, the way their fan-base had refreshed itself over the years with a constant stream of pubescent recruits, girls who fell in love with Rez in the endless present of the net, where he could still be the twenty-year-old of his earliest hits. | William Gibson | ||
| 14b75c1 | You're from the future, Mr Netherton?" "Not exactly," he said. "I'm in the future that would result from my not being here. But since I am, it isn't your future. Here." | William Gibson | ||
| ad52860 | They'd run all these tests on him and decided he wasn't racist. He wasn't, either, but not because he thought about it particularly. He just couldn't see the point. It just made for a lot of hassle, being that way, so why be that way? Nobody was going to go back and live where they lived before, were they, and if they did (he vaguely suspected) there wouldn't be any Mongolian barbecue and maybe we'd all be listening to Pentecostal Metal and.. | William Gibson | ||
| 106d7ee | maverick techs who liked earning danger money and had proven they could keep their mouths shut. | William Gibson | ||
| dea1c8c | burgeoning technologies require outlaw zones, that Night City wasn't there for its inhabitants, but as a deliberately unsupervised playground for technology itself. | William Gibson | ||
| fd5d9dc | They'd started out as a church, or in a church, not liking anyone being gay or getting abortions or using birth control. Protesting military funerals, which was a thing. Basically they were just assholes, though, and took it as the measure of God's satisfaction with them that everybody else thought they were assholes. | William Gibson | ||
| 47f18ac | Singaporeans seemed generally quite loathe to discuss these more intimate policies of government with a curious foreign visitor who was more than twice as tall as the average human, and who sweated slowly but continuously, like and aged cheese. | William Gibson | ||
| 3e02a0f | She held out her hands, palms up, the white fingers lightly spread, and with a barely audible click, ten double-edged, four-centimeter scalpel blades slid from their housings beneath the burgundy nails. She smiled. The blades slowly withdrew. | William Gibson | ||
| 3833443 | Know what's worse than imaginary, Leon? | peripheral william-gibson | William Gibson | |
| 3c6cfb3 | If you read no other work of what's known as "cyberpunk" (which looks at the ever-thinner line between humans and machines), at least read the novel that began it all: William Gibson's Neuromancer, which won every major science fiction award (the Nebula, the Hugo, and the Philip K. Dick award) in 1984, the year it was published. Gibson introduced words (including "cyberpunk" itself), themes, and a dystopic vision of the future that have bee.. | Nancy Pearl | ||
| 95d1d55 | He gestured for it to sit. The bench vibrated briefly in anticipation, shedding drops of rain. The peripheral sat. | William Gibson |