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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5c02b2b | I shall do this, not because I am noble or unselfish, but because life slips away, and because I need for the rest of my journey a star that will not play false to me, a compass that will not lie. | Alan Paton | ||
| 9394b3a | It is my own belief that the only power which can resistthe power of fear is the power of love. It's a weak thing anda tender thing; men despise and deride it. But I look for theday when in South Africa we shall realize that the only last-ing and worth-while solution of our grave and profoundproblems lies not in the use of power, but in that under-standing and compassion without which human life is anintolerable bondage, condemning us all t.. | Alan Paton | ||
| 6894f47 | Stand unshod upon it for the ground is holy, being even as it came from the Creator," Alan Paton wrote. "Keep it, guard it, care for it, for it keeps men, guards men, cares for men. Destroy it and man is destroyed."4" | Alexandra Fuller | ||
| 3674bf9 | Aye, even the name of a river that runs no more. Who indeed knows the secret of the earthly pilgrimage? Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die? Who knows what keeps us living and struggling, while all things break about us? Who knows why the warm flesh of a child is such comfort, when one's own child is lost and cannot be recovered? Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, th.. | Alan Paton | ||
| ae790ca | They stopped at one of these half-tank houses ... where they were greeted by a young girl, who herself seemed like no more than a child. - We have come to enquire after Absalom ... Have you heard nothing from him? Nothing, she said. When will he return? he asked. I do not know, she said. Will he ever return? he asked, indifferently, carelessly. I do not know she said. She said it tonelessly, hopelessly, as one who is used to waiting, to d.. | Alan Paton | ||
| 364f365 | Mr. Berg, Are you an Afrikaner? - Yes -And are you proud of it? -I am not ashamed of it, but I am not proud of it, for in fact I had nothing to do with it. | patriotism pride south-africa | Alan Paton | |
| e01329c | They say that higher wages will cause the mines to close down. Then what is it worth, this mining industry? And why should it be kept alive, if it is only our poverty that keeps it alive? They say it makes the country rich, but what do we see of these riches? Is it we that must be kept poor so that others may stay rich? | Alan Paton | ||
| 31a7033 | Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much. | Alan Paton | ||
| dfea503 | When the storm threatens, a man is afraid for his house. But when the house is destroyed, there is something to do. About a storm he can do nothing, but he can rebuild a house. | Alan Paton | ||
| c568c70 | I am not kind. I am a selfish and sinful man, but God put his hands on me, that is all. | Alan Paton | ||
| 5973539 | Just me, rocking the awk. | Erin McCarthy | ||
| 0ad3a82 | Harley studied his erection, lightly running her fingers over the smooth skin. His cock jumped at her touch. It was a pretty penis, she had to say. Good length, pleasing circumference. Not too big, not too small... the Goldilocks of cocks. Just right. | Erin McCarthy | ||
| ed51221 | No. I'm only here for one reason." He glanced over at me." | Erin McCarthy | ||
| 9a398d4 | Pulling his weight back off of her, he nodded over his shoulder. "Show me what's in the bedroom." Though her body leapt in expectation, she tried to play it cool. "Oh, just a dresser, a TV, a dead stuffed deer, and, oh, yeah, a bed." "Forget the deer. Show me how the bed works." | Erin McCarthy | ||
| 65c2b51 | That was a lot of skin for a Tuesday. | erin-mccarthy romance-novel south-beach-bodyguards | Erin McCarthy | |
| 413f19d | That sounded like an insult, but he wasn't sure. "What's a dillweed?" "You. You're a dill weed." Well, that cleared things right up." | Erin McCarthy | ||
| 037e134 | I knew that by this time tomorrow, I was going to be eternally grateful for falling down the stairs and knocking myself unconscious. Smartest dumbest thing I'd ever done. | erin-mccarthy romance-novels south-beach-bodyguards | Erin McCarthy | |
| 8f1a863 | You make me better, you know that? I'm a fucked-up human being, but you make me better. Promise me if I don't make you happy, you'll toss me aside, no matter how much pressure I put on you. Because even though I can be selfish, all I really want is for you to be happy. | Erin McCarthy | ||
| 5786f7e | Reese grabbed the back of the nearest easy chair and whispered, "Honey, baby, come to mama." | Erin McCarthy | ||
| 719929a | Hey! Give that back!" Panic started to set in. Ignoring the fact that I was only in my panties, I jumped up out of bed and grabbed at the sweatshirt, trying to pull it back to me. I couldn't lose it, I just couldn't. But then his jaw dropped. "You're not wearing pants!" He slapped his hand over his eyes and let me pull the shirt out of his grip. "Damn it, put some clothes on." That gave me pause, and might have made me laugh if I wasn't s.. | erin-mccarthy humour liana the-coming-dark | Erin McCarthy | |
| 4f30501 | Jess, I've got no business judging anyone. But I can offer you some advice if you don't mind. "Sure." Though my palms start to sweat anticipating what he might say. "Never ask someone to tell you who you are. You tell them." | Erin McCarthy | ||
| fb4f218 | What I'm trying to get you to understand is that I get it that you think of women as fitting into two categories--whores and the Madonna. But I'm neither. I'm just Jessica, somewhere in between, and I love you and want you to accept me. | Erin McCarthy | ||
| c86184e | Trust me, I'm looking forward to it. But it's like cramming a whole ice cream cone in my mouth and swallow it whole. What good is that? It's over and done in a second. I want to really taste it, to lick it slowly. I want to savor the ice cream, you know what I'm saying? | Erin McCarthy | ||
| b822327 | His other few possessions lay about in the grotto where chance had arranged them. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1c52060 | We gave Mrs. Peterson some shit for her quinsy and now she's doing fine! | Mary Roach | ||
| 095759e | The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have power to wake it. Hell aint half full. Hear me. Ye carry war of a madman's making onto a foreign land. Ye'll wake more than the dogs. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| cd53e42 | That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 357ca1d | They crossed before the sun and vanished one by one and reappeared again and they were black in the sun and they rode out of that vanished sea like burnt phantoms with the legs of the animals kicking up the spume that was not real and they were lost in the sun and lost in the lake and they shimmered and slurred together and separated again and they augmented by planes in lurid avatars and began to coalesce and there began to appear above th.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5fa55d0 | All other trades are contained in that of war. Is that why war endures? No. It endures because young men love it and old men love it in them. Those that fought, those that did not. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 756af49 | If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creature could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet? The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the moon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkenin.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f9e6289 | Are you no afraid of God? I got no reason to be afraid of God. I've even got a bone or two to pick with Him. You | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 96e4160 | the space which [books] occupied was itself an expectation. | reading | Cormac McCarthy | |
| f47875a | In the days to come they would ride up through a country where the rocks would cook the flesh from your hand and where other than rock nothing was. They rode in a narrow enfilade along a trail strewn with the dry round turds of goats and they rode with their faces averted from the rock wall and the bakeoven air which it rebated, the slant black shapes of the mounted men stenciled across the stone with a definition austere and implacable lik.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| aaf0edc | Only nature can enslave man and only when the existence of each last entity is routed out and made to stand naked before him will he be properly suzerain of the earth. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 52bbffb | The spotlight kept rowing back and forth across the face of the ridge. Methodically. Bright shuttle, dark loom. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 8bf932c | Nineteen is old enough to know that if you have got somethin that means the world to you it's all that more likely it'll get took away. Sixteen was, for that matter. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 11eec7d | His dreams brightened. The vanished world returned. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9fbc7b4 | It was an old hunter in camp and the hunter shared tobacco with him and told him of the buffalo and the stands he'd made against them, laid up in a sag on some rise with the dead animals scattered over the grounds and the herd beginning to mill and the riflebarrel so hot the wiping patches sizzled in the bore and the animals by the thousands and tens of thousands and the hides pegged out over actual square miles of ground and the teams of s.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d2fcaa5 | one pounding coffeebeans in a buckskin with a rock while the others stared into the fire with eyes as black as gunbores. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4d33271 | The judge sat that animal bareback like an indian and rode with his grip and his rifle perched on the withers and he looked about him with the greatest satisfaction in the world, as if everything had turned out just as he planned and the day could not have been finer. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 8198e67 | He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength and that they must make their way back into the common enterprise of man for without they do so it cannot go forward and they themselves will wither in bitterness. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 74e982b | The tensile properties of this unratified truce were abused to the utmost of their enduring when the judge stood slightly in the saddle and raised his arm and spoke out a greeting beyond them. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 887e445 | The boy who rode on slightly before him sat a horse not only as if he'd been born to it which he was but as if were he begot by malice or mischance into some queer land where horses never were he would have found them anyway. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 2569ca0 | Avevo un lavoro dalle 9 alle 5. O meglio, dalle otto alle quattro. Poi le cose capitano come capitano. Non te lo chiedono prima. Non ti chiedono il permesso. | Cormac McCarthy |