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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6e70fb2 | The bullies who instilled that hatred were never made to account. I think they should. I think they should because he died that day, too. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 05da5e7 | He kissed her like he meant it, like this kiss was going to be the last thing he ever did on earth, and he was going to do it right, thoroughly, and leave nothing wanting. | Sandra Brown | ||
| f0bb4cb | few minutes elapsed. The new logs made popping sounds as they caught. She watched the flickering patterns | Sandra Brown | ||
| 4fbb783 | Dori kogato zloto shche izbode ochite na zhenata, tia iska da viarva, che m'zh't i e dob'r. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 53f3005 | Would you like to hold her?" Leigh asked him. "Do you think she'll let me?" "I certainly think she should, since you were the first one who ever held her." "Hey, I was, wasn't I?" For a moment their eyes locked over Sarah's head. Leigh realized they were both remembering when it was only the two of them on a deserted highway, on a scorching August day, when he had stopped to help her. Leigh remembered Chad's kindness, his sensitivity, and t.. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 7114044 | OUT of that moment Jesus was nailed to his cross flowed our attempts to represent it, to create a narrative that could contain it. Yet the body, hanging there, is still, simply, terrible. Caravaggio's genius was to paint Jesus with dirty feet, to bring him back down to earth. | truth | Nick Flynn | |
| e636f00 | I walk a loop around the neighborhood, waiting for Nick to appear, to guide me back to our house. The rain spackles me gently, dampening me. I really believe Nick will come after me. I turn toward the house and see only a closed door. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 5c07100 | note: The phrase had many meanings in Jesus' time, one of which was "a son born without a father," which, by all accounts, Jesus was. Just as the phrase | Nick Flynn | ||
| c31bfae | It's the way I walk through the world, carrying that fear, that the beloved will go, will die, and that I will be the one to blame. | fault | Nick Flynn | |
| d3ed4d2 | I've come to believe that the function of torture in our society is not about getting information, in spite of what we might want to believe. It is merely about power. It tells the world that there is now no limit to what we will do when we feel threatened. | torture usa | Nick Flynn | |
| ca7f761 | You do know, right, that between the no- longer & the still- to-come you are being continually tattooed, inked with the skulls of everyone you've ever loved--the you & the you & the you & the you--you don't sit in a chair, thumb through a binder, pick a design, it simply happens each time you bring your fingers to your face to inhale him back into you . . . tiny skulls, some of us are covered. You, love, could simply tattoo an open door, li.. | poem tattoo | Nick Flynn | |
| a25dddf | Women get consumed. Not surprising, considering the sheer amount of traffic a woman's body experiences. Tampons and speculums. Cocks, fingers, vibrators and more, between the legs, from behind, in the mouth. Men love to put things inside women, don't they? | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 6e1a2ca | He is learning to love me unconditionally, under all my conditions. I think we are finally on our way to happiness. I have finally figured it out. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 797ac71 | I'd always liked our inside jokes the best--they made me feel more connected to Amy than any amount of confessional truth-telling or passionate lovemaking or talk-till-sunrising. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 00be208 | My story for the day was a limp sort of evil. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 4a4f9ce | I've always thought I could commit the perfect murder. People who get caught get caught because they don't have patience; they refuse to plan. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 8aa4748 | In a few years you may find a Starbucks, which will bring the town what it yearns for: prepackaged, preapproved mainstream hipness. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| ac267f8 | Sometimes when you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 4f030b0 | And when I picture his mind, I hear my name as a shy crystal ping that occurs once, maybe twice, a day and quickly subsides. I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| c810799 | My mother had always told her kids: If you're about to do something, and you want to know if it's a bad idea, imagine seeing it printed in the paper for all the world to see. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 701dfbc | I waited patiently--years--for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to love cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we'd say, Yeah, he's a Cool Guy. But it never happened. Instead, women across the nation colluded in our degradation! | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 81eaf15 | Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it. I | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 8c17eee | Back in grade school, my shrinks tried to channel my viciousness into a constructive outlet, so I cut things with scissors. Heavy, cheap fabrics Diane bought by the bolt. I sliced through them with old metal shears going up and down: . The soft growl of the fabrics as I sliced it apart, and that perfect last moment, when your thumb is getting sore and your shoulders hurt from hunching and cut, cut, cut... free, the fabric now swaying in tw.. | confusion fabric hate life school therapy | Gillian Flynn | |
| 3bc07c5 | She hummed to herself because she was an unrivaled botcher of lyrics. When we were first dating, a Genesis song came on the radio: "She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah." And Amy crooned instead, "She takes my hat and puts it on the top shelf." When I asked her why she'd ever think her lyrics were remotely, possibly, vaguely right, she told me she always thought the woman in the song truly loved the man because she put his hat on the .. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 31297d4 | Amy. Please." He has that look, like I am being unreasonable, like he is so sure I am being unreasonable that I wonder if I am." | Gillian Flynn | ||
| ea2374f | Sometimes when you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| da4fdc3 | He refills my drink without me having to ask, somehow ferreting out one last cup of the good stuff. He has claimed me, placed a flag in me: I was here first, she's mine, mine. It feels nice, after my recent series of nervous, respectful post-feminist men, to be a territory. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 0548490 | I remember always being baffled by other children. I would be at a birthday party and watch the other kids giggling and making faces, and I would try to do that too, but I wouldn't understand why. I would sit there with the tight elastic thread of the birthday hat parting the pudge of my underchin, with the grainy frosting of the cake bluing my teeth, and I would try to figure out why it was fun. With Nick, I understood finally. Because he .. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| b2d963c | People do what they're supposed to do and then wait for you to pile on the appreciation--they're | Gillian Flynn | ||
| d90a170 | When you finally stop an itch and realize it's because you've ripped a hole in your skin | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 0dfeea0 | If you couldn't find something in thirty seconds, you were losing money, his father always said. Return phone calls immediately was another rule Clay had been taught to obey. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| c6793a6 | We Got Llamas!" Odd words to see in neon." | Gillian Flynn | ||
| a4436b3 | You have the same rhythm. Click. You just know each other. All of a sudden you see reading in bed and waffles on Sunday and laughing at nothing and his mouth on yours. And it's so far beyond fine that you know you can never go back to fine. That fast. You think: Oh, here is the rest of my life. It's finally arrived. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 823ddb1 | Downstairs, I could hear the return of a long-lost sound: Amy making breakfast. Banging wooden cupboards (rump-thump!), rattling containers of tin and glass (ding-ring!), shuffling and sorting a collection of metal pots and iron pans (ruzz-shuzz!). A culinary orchestra tuning up, clattering vigorously toward the finale, a cake pan drumrolling along the floor, hitting the wall with a cymballic crash. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 4cafc2e | What have we done to eachother? | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 073f114 | Reporters are like vampires, Curry likes to say. They can't come into your home without your invitation, but once they're there, you won't get them out till they've sucked you dry. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| dd88421 | She had perfect skin, so free of blotches or wrinkles, her face so perfect and character-free she could have just popped out of the womb. They all seemed unfinished. I wanted them to go away. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 00c20d3 | I'm always looking for a reason to disregard. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| b5b1a94 | I had my share of fun,' I said. 'Looks and money get you a long way in Wind Gap.' 'And brains?' 'Brains you hide. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| d202461 | I spoke in a soft, soothing voice, a voice wearing a cardigan. | gillian flynn | ||
| 2ce56cd | To me, all that urgent hopefulness was more frightening than if I'd found a pile of skulls with hair still attached. I ran out in full panic, my underwear tucked up a sleeve. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| e6d4d88 | They pictured themselves dashing around Manhattan, latte in one hand, cell phone in the other, adorably breaking a designer heel while hailing a cab. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 54ee66b | We could leave the country if you want. Live in Spain, Italy, wherever you like, spend our days eating mangoes in the sun. Sleep late, play Scrabble, flip through books aimlessly, swim in the ocean. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| de368dd | I can feel a better version of me somewhere in there--hidden behind a liver or attached to a bit of spleen within my stunted, childish body--a Libby that's telling me to get up, do something, grow up, move on. But the meanness usually wins out. | Gillian Flynn |