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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7deda1f | The lessons my parents taught are still with me. I keep a tighter leash when raising my kids than my parents did, but I often find myself doing or saying the same things they did. My mom, for instance, was always cheerful when coming in from work; I try to behave the same way when I finish writing for the day. My dad would listen intently when I came to him with a problem, to help me find a way to solve it on my own; I try to do the same wi.. | parenting | Nicholas Sparks | |
| 6f8d4a4 | People didn't make life, so they can't destroy it. Even if we were to wipe out every bit of life in the world, we can't touch the place life comes from. Whatever made plants and animals and people spring up in the first place will always be there, and life will spring up again. | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| b5c5487 | city was lost in darkness now, and anyone left there was lost, too. | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| 6c2bbea | She flicked off the TV. | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| 5f85e70 | That's the city I see in my dreams, Poppy. It isn't like Ember at all. The sky is light and the buildings are tall and sort of sparkle." (Lina)" | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| 38bd73e | Lina laughed. So did Doon. A look went between them, like a quick current of electricity | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| 44dde64 | Resentment increased on both sides, until any little accident could flare up into a fight. | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| 3230650 | But how could you?" said Lina. "When people have been mean to you, why would you want to be good to them?" "You wouldn't want to," Maddy said. "That's what makes it hard. You do it anyway. Being good is hard. Much harder than being bad." | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| b53dafb | I don't think there's such a thing as an easy life. There's always going to be hard work, and there will always be misfortunes we can't control lurking out at the edges--storms, sickness, wolves. But there is such a thing as a good life, and I think we have one here. | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| 1b4e554 | Why did people always blame kids for things like this? As far as Grover could tell, grown-ups caused a lot more trouble in the world than kids. | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| e754306 | pressed up against the rear wall, half hidden by shirts and dresses dangling from hangers, was a tall, thin girl with wide, terrified eyes. Her hands were wrapped around the muzzle of a small, wildly squirming dog. | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| b431a58 | Goats and oxen, pulling carts in from the field, left their big, smelly plops all over. these got cleaned up eventually-someone came and scraped them into buckets and took them away-but often this didn't happen until halfway through the morning, and people had to step carefully until then and breathe in that powerful smell. | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| 77e1979 | His vision of the future, already shadowed by anxiety, had just grown several shades darker. | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| 86c3d6c | Nickie was so tired of the Crisis. It had been going on now for months. On TV and the radio, it was all you ever heard about: how Our Side and Their Side had come almost, but not quite, to the point of declaring all-out war. In the last week or so, the radio had started broadcasting frightening instructions every hour: "In the event of a declaration of war or a large-scale terrorist attack, cities will be evacuated in an orderly fashion...... | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| d54f67d | The people of Ember were just as grubby as the people of Sparks; everyone looked more or less the same. | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| 038735b | Tick wanted power. He wanted glory. He wanted war, with himself in command. He had raised his army | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| df7e190 | Tick wanted power. He wanted glory. He wanted war, with himself in command. He had raised his army by attacking his own people. | Jeanne DuPrau | ||
| df4d09b | I eyed her and shrugged my shoulders, wondering how on earth she thought this meal was good, but her wafer-thin body gave her away; not once in her life had she eaten good-tasting food. | Gwyn Hyman Rubio | ||
| 997854f | Wir sind alle Anthologien. Wir sind Tausende von Seiten lang, voller Marchen und Poesie, Geheimnisse und Tragodien und vergessener Geschichten ganz am Ende, die nie jemand lesen wird. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 7605347 | It's a terrible thing, to lie. It's a field you keep seeding and watering and plowing, but nothing will ever grow on it." She" -- | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 53aa442 | I took a step inside to get a better look and realized the man was actually Christ, the way he appeared in Sunday-school classrooms: milky complexion, starched blue dressing gown, a beard trimmed as painstakingly as a bonsai tree. He was doing what he was always doing: cupping blinding light in his hands like he was trying to warm up after a long day of downhill skiing. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 1e4a31d | I think I've heard this story before. He died alone?" "Everyone dies alone." | Marisha Pessl | ||
| fb557f2 | You're mistaking love for perfection," I said. "Real love when it's there? It's just " | marisha-pessl neverworld-wake young-adult-fiction | Marisha Pessl | |
| 29bf4c3 | He was one of those people you initially believed had a foreign accent, though it turned out he was American, only spoke delicately, as if every word were something to be carefully dusted off and held up to the light. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| df6be90 | The million-dollar marital Band-Aid, never a wise idea. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 2813b40 | She told me her father taught her to live life way beyond the cusp of it, way out in the outer reaches where most people never had the guts to go, where you got hurt. Where there was unimaginable beauty and pain. She was always demanding of herself, Do I dare? Do I dare disturb the universe? From Prufrock. Her dad revered the poem, I guess, and the entire family lived in answer to it. They were always reminding themselves to stop measuring .. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| d01ffc9 | Landlocked Switzerland: They're Nice and Neutral Only Because They're Tiny | lecture switzerland | Marisha Pessl | |
| 6f79f89 | She looked at me as if I were a snag in tights. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| ff9b568 | The notes weren't played," he went on, "They were poured from a Grecian ." | grecian-urn keats | Marisha Pessl | |
| f5eaf8b | The bad things that happen to you don't have to mean anything at all. -Nora Halliday | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 45b1664 | Nora, biting her lip, pointed at the small end table on my right, where there was a black-and-white photograph in an antique silver frame. It was Olivia standing with her husband, Knightly, probably some twenty years ago. They had their arms around each other, posing beside an antique Bentley in front of a colossal country manor. They looked happy, but, of course, that didn't say much. Everyone smiles for a photograph. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 0e91714 | But now that you mention it, will you promise to off me when I'm ninety and never leave home without an oxygen tank? Make a day of it. Just roll me and my wheelchair off the George Washington Bridge and call it a life. Deal?" The request seemed to make her smile. "Deal." "They should really tack that on to the marriage ceremony. 'Do you promise to love, honor, obey me, and also to kill me when I can no longer stand in a shower?'?" | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 70816ae | WELCOME TO THE BLACKBOARDS This is the Cordovites' premier wormhole, where time ticks backward, trees grow down, light eats itself, fear is an opening, and life is Sovereign, Deadly, Perfect. | night-film | Marisha Pessl | |
| ffae801 | That was women for you -- always morphing. One minute they were helpless, needing shelter and English muffins, the next they were ruthlessly bending you to their will like you were a piece of sheet metal. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| eaa1dbf | I love to put my characters in the dark, it's only then that I can see exactly who they are | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 0e0ee30 | Maybe she was really good at improv. I couldn't be certain she was nineteen or that her name really was Nora Halliday. Maybe she was like one of those sweaters with an innocent little thread hanging off of it: One pull, the whole thing unraveled. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| ce2075b | Everyone associated with the slow printed word is fast becoming the Great Crested Newt of the culture. First it was the poets, the playwrights, then the novelists. Veteran newspapermen are next | Marisha Pessl | ||
| e50c6a9 | Vast fortunes did that to people. It took them to the cleaners, cruelly starched and steam-pressed them so all their raw edges, all the dirt and hunger and guileless laughter, were ironed out. Few survived real money. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| b59f5f7 | When your child is seized by an idea with the zeal of a fundamentalist Bible salesman from Indiana, stand in his or her way at your own risk. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| b9547f5 | When it was daylight, we'd been sitting on a stoop watching the street get light. She mentioned the light took eight minutes to leave the sun and reach us. You couldn't help but love that light traveling so far through the loneliest of spaces to get here, to come so far. It was like we were the only two people in the world. | love sun | Marisha Pessl | |
| 7143f4c | Mogest du fur die Wahrheit kampfen -, fur deine eigene Wahrheit, nicht fur die Wahrheit anderer | Marisha Pessl | ||
| fcccaaf | Because I saw, suddenly, how it would always be for me, Sam's life unfolding like slides in an old projector I'd always be clicking through in the dark, stunning leaps forward in time--but never the uncut reel. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 38dcf8c | It appeared in the Internet age, pianos, like physical books, were fast becoming culturally extinct. They'd probably stay that way unless Apple invented the iPiano, which fit inside your pocket and could be mastered via text message. With the iPiano, anyone can be an iMozart. Then, you could compose your own iRequiem for your own iFuneral attended by millions of your iFriends who iLoved you. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 2752f91 | that was how it went sometimes, the English language, when you really needed it, crumbled to clay in your mouth. That's when all the real things were said. | Marisha Pessl |