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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e3dfebd | Said with enough fervor, the word "unbelievable" can convey two diametrically opposed opinions. Something can be either unbelievably good or unbelievably bad, depending on your point of view." | J.A. Jance | ||
| 5eba62d | Screwed up and incomprehensible as it may seem to a rank outsider, making a movie is a lot like living life. You work with little bits and pieces without ever getting a look at the big picture. It comes together gradually, in order or out of it, with no discernible pattern. | J.A. Jance | ||
| 8362196 | That's the wonderful thing about telling the truth. People believe what they want to believe. It's a hell of a lot simpler than lying. There isn't the ever-present danger of getting caught. | J.A. Jance | ||
| 436e3f4 | I looked at them with the kind of curiosity one reserves for snakes in a zoo. | J.A. Jance | ||
| f841b27 | The sun will come up tomorrow, and that same sun will set later in the day. Life goes on." "So does that mean you're okay going it alone?" | Fern Michaels | ||
| fef5093 | You shouldn't believe anything you hear standing outside a plywood window. Everyone knows plywood distorts vowels...words...sayings." -Ariel" | Fern Michaels | ||
| cc52657 | War is new to her, power to destroy her enemies untried. When a woman meets her enemy she has no code of ethics. She's unhampered by a sense of honor. She has a much keener sense of kill-or-be-killed than we men. A woman faces her enemy and destroys him. | Fern Michaels | ||
| c42ed47 | white and pink, that smelled heavenly, hibiscus so brilliant in color they almost burned Sophie's eyeballs. In the middle of the lanai, a table was set for breakfast, with pristine white dishes. The chairs | Fern Michaels | ||
| 3282c9b | My old man used to say you could be dollar-poor but emotionally rich if you had one good friend. | Fern Michaels | ||
| d09edc4 | Beyond a fence, they came to the swimming pool, which spilled over into a series of waterfalls and smaller rocky pools. The area was planted with huge ferns. "Isn't this extraordinary?" Ed Regis said. "Especially on a misty day, these plants really contribute to the prehistoric atmosphere. These are authentic Jurassic ferns, of course." Ellie paused to look more closely at the ferns. Yes, it was just as he said: Serenna veriformans, a plant.. | Michael Crichton | ||
| 48bdd61 | People who imagined that life on earth consisted of animals moving against a green background seriously misunderstood what they were seeing. That green background was busily alive. Plants grew, moved, twisted, and turned, fighting for the sun; and they interacted continuously with animals--discouraging some with bark and thorns; poisoning others; and feeding still others to advance their own reproduction, to spread their pollen and seeds. I.. | Michael Crichton | ||
| b7bdeab | Today, as cities and suburbs reinvent themselves, and as cynics claim that government has nothing good to contribute to that process, it's important that institutions like libraries get the recognition they deserve. After all, the root of the word "library," liber; means both "book" and "free." Libraries stand for and exemplify something that needs defending: the public institutions that -- even in an age of atomization and inequality -- se.. | public-libraries social-infrastructure | Eric Klinenberg | |
| e1a9470 | Democracy must begin at home, and its home is the neighborly community. | Eric Klinenberg | ||
| 911c225 | For most of us, Facebook friends and Instagram followers are supplements to -- not surrogates for -- our social lives. As meaningful as the friendships we establish online can be, most of us are unsatisfied with virtual ties that never develop into face-to-face relationships. Building real connections requires a shared physical environment -- a social infrastructure. | social-infrastructure social-media social-relationships | Eric Klinenberg | |
| 36e63c6 | The teens whom [danah boyd, director of the research institute Data & Society] interviewed insisted they prefer hanging out in person to messaging on smartphones, but adults have restricted their mobility so thoroughly that they have few alternatives. The Internet has become young people's core social infrastructure because we've unfairly deprived them of access to other sites for meaningful connection. If we fail to build physical places w.. | restrictions social-infrastructure teens | Eric Klinenberg | |
| 55d02d5 | The landscape which, a few weeks earlier, had been blotted out by dust was now hazy with moisture. | Ruth Prawer Jhabvala | ||
| 9a43d2a | You have to believe me without proof. That's what faith is -- believing without proof.' They got up from the bank of stones. It was getting late, the shadows lay cool and lengthened on the grass and the tops of the trees had the stillness around them that means the end of the day and its liquidation in the setting sun. They retraced their steps back to the house where his car was parked, and when they passed through the blighted orchard, h.. | fiction literary-fiction relationships short-stories short-story | Ruth Prawer Jhabvala | |
| 6e3e9ed | India is beyond statement, for anything you say, the opposite is also true. It's rich and poor, spiritual and material, cruel and kind, angry but peaceful, ugly and beautiful, and smart but stupid. It's all the extremes. India defies understanding, | Sarah Macdonald | ||
| f38ce1e | There's millions of gods, beta, but all represent aspects of three, and all three are really one"..." | Sarah Macdonald | ||
| 41e9674 | Brahma is the Generator, Vishnu the Organizer and Shiva the Destroyer. Together they are G.O.D. or Brahman. All the millions of Hindu gods are just forms of the one Supreme Being. | Sarah Macdonald | ||
| 5a50dcf | You duck! You flying yellow duck! And you took this long to tell me?!" When Sarah gets excited, random animals pop into her speech like she has an Old MacDonald Had a Farm kind of Tourette syndrome." | Jandy Nelson | ||
| 2beed8b | I spent the morning reading Ovid. I read differently now, more painstakingly, knowing I am probably revisiting the books I love for the last time. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 39d74cc | I considered my options. Either I could run away and never go back to school again, maybe even leave the country as a stowaway on a ship bound for Australia. Or I could risk everything and confess to her. The answer was obvious: I was going to Australia. I opened my mouth to say goodbye forever. And yet. What I said was: I want to know if you'll marry me. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 4edb2d9 | She abandoned the garden, and the mums and asters that had trusted her to see them through to the first frost hung their waterlogged heads. | garden nicole-krauss the-history-of-love | Nicole Krauss | |
| 10e2331 | These valuable thing produced in us a feeling of intimidation. We knew that no matter how far we got in life, we would never really be meant for such fineness, that the few expensive antiques we did have had fallen to us from a higher life and now condescended to live among us. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 5409794 | Jsou chvile, kdy na vas prijde jakasi jasnozrivost a vy najednou prohlednete skrz zdi do jineho rozmeru, na ktery jste zapomneli nebo se rozhodli ho nevnimat, abyste mohli dal zit s nejruznejsimi iluzemi, diky nimz je zivot, zejmena zivot s druhymi, vubec mozny. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 3192d94 | I found out how little is unbearable. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 55084b5 | She's kept her love for him as alive as the summer they first met. In order to do this, she's turned life away. Sometimes she subsists for days on water and air. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| efb6f07 | The more I've learned in my life, the more acutely I've felt my hunger and blindness, and at the same time the closer I've felt to the end of hunger, the end of blindness. At times I've felt myself to be clinging onto the rim--of what I can hardly say without the risk of sounding ridiculous--only to slip and find myself deeper in the hole than ever. And there, in the dark, I find again in myself a form of praise for all that continues to cr.. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 68108c3 | Atunci am vazut-o. E ciudat ce poate urzi mintea cand inima o imboldeste. Arata altfel decat mi-o aminteam eu. Si totusi. Era aceeasi. Ochii: asa am recunoscut-o. Mi-am spus: "Vasazica asa ti se arata ingerul. Oprit la varsta la carea te-a iubit cel mai mult." | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 23ba380 | I tried to make sense of things. Now that I think about it, I have always tried. It could be my epitaph. LEO GURSKY: HE TRIED TO MAKE SENSE. | humour | Nicole Krauss | |
| 02b2f63 | Part of you thought: Please don't look at me. If you don't, I can still turn away. And part of you thought. Look at me. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| b6ee21a | The truth is the thing I invented so that I could survive. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 1a61039 | Maybe Grodzenski was showing me, with his quiet pride, the reason he hummed a little while he worked. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| aaa25e2 | HE LIKED TO COOK AND LAUGH AND SING, COULD START A FIRE WITH HIS HANDS, FIX THINGS THAT WERE BROKEN, AND EXPLAIN HOW TO LAUNCH THINGS INTO SPACE, BUT HE DIED WITHIN NINE MONTHS | cancer death father | Nicole Krauss | |
| a487599 | Who doesn't wish to make a spectacle of his loneliness? | Nicole Krauss | ||
| cf5cc26 | I assumed it was someone trying to sell me something. They're always calling to sell. Once they said if I sent in a check for $99 I'd be pre-approved for a credit card, and I said, Right, sure, and if I step under a pigeon I'm preapproved for a load of shit | Nicole Krauss | ||
| b69fc6e | Once or twice a year I attended the English Romantic conferences held throughout Europe, brief gatherings perhaps not dissimilar in feeling for the participants than the feeling Jews have when they get off the plane in Israel: the relief of at last being surrounded on all sides by your own kind--the relief and the horror. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 480b140 | As for what, exactly, was said about the future, all I can say is that, speaking as indirectly as we were, transferred between us was only a feeling, or a shift in feeling, something like the sense of solid ground underfoot after walking for days or even months on spongy bog, a shift that I would be hard pressed, both then and now, but especially now, all these years later, to put into words. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| c794b10 | I had the most rare of feelings, the sense that the world, so consistently overwhelming and incomprehensible, in fact had an order, oblique as it may seem, and I a place within it. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| d34c732 | We move through the day like two hands of a clock: sometimes we overlap for a moment, then come apart again, carrying on alone. Everyday exactly the same: the tea, the burnt toast, the crumbs, the silence. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| d058b53 | It is not known that Litvinoff's favorite flower was the peony. That his favorite form of punctuation was the question mark. That he had terrible dreams and could only fall asleep, if he could fall asleep at all, with a glass of warm milk. That he often imagined his own death. That he thought the woman who loved him was wrong to. That he was flat-footed. That his favorite food was the potato.That he liked to think of himself as a philosophe.. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| fb876e2 | Era uma vez um rapaz. Vivia numa aldeia que ja nao existe, numa casa que ja nao existe, na orla de um campo que ja nao existe, lugar de todas as descobertas e onde tudo era possivel. Um pau podia ser uma espada. Uma pedra podia ser um diamante. Uma arvore um castelo. Era uma vez um rapaz que vivia numa casa do outro lado do campo onde vivia uma rapariga que ja nao existe. Inventavam mil jogos. Ela era a Rainha e ele o Rei. Na luz do Outono,.. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 23fa0ff | prepadl me onen rozjareny pocit jako z jineho sveta, ktery nekdy zakousim, kdyz vstupuji do sfery zivota nekoho jineho, pocit (ktery se na chvilku jevi jako zcela realna moznost), ze zmenim sve banalni navyky a zacnu zit prave takhle, pocit, ktery se vzdycky rozplyne hned dalsi rano, kdyz se probudim do starych znamych nemennych kulis sveho vlastniho zivota. | Nicole Krauss |