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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a0dec28 | Occasion revived an illusion of discovery, as if one woke in a strange room to wonder afresh not only where but who one was; to shed assumptions, even certainties. | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| 7f7029e | She had a slow, deliberate way of walking -- as if she had once been startled into precipitate action and had regretted it." " " | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| d3e80b0 | I have never suffered greatly ... If you can reach fifty without a catastrophe, you've won. You've got away with it. | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| 427fd0a | Svoboda was not a brilliant man. He was a man of what used to be known as average and is now known as above-average intelligence. | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| 0d0c2ae | Chief Coordinator of DALTO - the Department of Aid to the Less technically Oriented, working to induce backwards nations to come forwards. | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| e35b887 | He worked in Interim Reports, before being upgraded to Annual Reports. | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| f423e65 | Although exalted in Organizational rank, they were not remarkable men. First-class minds, being interested in the truth, tend to select other first-class minds as companions. Second-class minds, on the other hand, being interested in themselves, will select third-class comrades in order to maintain the illusion of superiority. | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| 7ed69f6 | Nothing, Ismet thought, makes a more fanatical official than a Latin. Organization is alien to their natures, but once they get a taste for it they take to it like drink. They claim to be impulsive, but they're the most bureaucratic of all, whatever they say. | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| 8df2d6a | Did you love Paul Ivory?" "Yes." "I suppose it ended badly." "Yes." "You must have been very unhappy." "I died, and Adam resurrected me." | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| 8d97565 | Caro sat without speaking, turning toward him her look that was neither sullen nor expectant but soberly attentive; and, once, a glance in which tenderness and apprehension were great and indivisible, giving unbearable, excessive immediacy to the living of these moments. Paul had seen that look before, when they first lay down together at the inn beyond Avebury Circle. | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| 319ec64 | Kendra's kisses are more hollow to me than a flute. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 2892213 | I rest my elbows on my knees, watching Paco make a complete fool of himself. Paco takes a little white golf ball and places it on top of a rubber circle inserted into the fake grass. When he swings the golf club, I wince. The club misses the ball and connects with the fake grass instead. Paco swears. The guy next to Paco takes one look at him and moves to another section. Paco tries again. This time the club connects, but his ball only roll.. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| cafdc5c | Slowly, silently, I reach out and slip the glass out of her hand. "What do you think you're doing?" The old lady's voice startles me and I jump back. Mrs. Reynolds has one eye open like tha guy from the cartoon monster movie. "I, uh, thought you were napping." "Do I look like I'm napping?" "Right now you don't." | Simone Elkeles | ||
| c0f7209 | Wait!" Brittany calls out as I'm walking away. I turn around and she's right in front of me. "What?" She smiles seductively as if she's wanting something more than a truce. Way more. Shit, is she gonna kiss me? I'm taken off guard here, which usually doesn't happen. She bites her bottom lip, as if she's contemplating her next move. I'm totally game to making out with her. As my brain goes through every scenario, she steps closer to me. And .. | bested brittany-ellis keys payback trick | Simone Elkeles | |
| 0afb89f | But now he stops hammering, his back still to me when he yells, "Would you stop staring at me?" | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 529fbc9 | Est-ce que nous nous sommes embrasses, hier soir ? - Oui. - Eh bien, ca n'avait rien de memorable, je ne m'en rappelle absolument pas. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 88665ad | Forget about that and kiss me," I say. I weave my hands in her hair. She wraps her arms around my neck as I trace the valley between her lips with my tongue. Parting her lips, I deepen the kiss. It's like a tango, first moving slow and rhythmic and then, when we're both panting and our tongues collide, the kiss turns into a hot, fast dance I never want to end. Carmen's kisses may have been hot, but Brittany's are more sensual, sexy, and ext.. | brittany-ellis intimate kissing lips spanish tongue touching | Simone Elkeles | |
| 29d430b | I'm all dressed in my new clothes," Luis's proud but muffled voice comes through the pillow. "The won't be able to resist this Latino stud." "Good for you," I mumble. "Mama said I should pour this pitcher of water on you if you don't get up." Was privacy too much to ask for? I take my pillow and chuck it across the room. It's a direct hit. The water splashes all over him. " " he screams at me. "These are the only new clothes I got." .. | get-up latino-stud luis-fuentes new-clothes water | Simone Elkeles | |
| 3bafc77 | When longing overtook them, they drew together and made the most intense and tender love Sarah had ever known. She was a freshly exposed nerve in the bleeding heart of Christ. He was devout in his reverent passion as her healer. Their love was a hallelujah chorus, a quiet prayer of exaltation, a holy union in the moonlight before dawn. It was here in this crystalline space that Sarah and Johnny took each other the true way to God, or they f.. | carlos-castaneda criminal-stalking epic-fantasy genre-bending hippie-magic-gothic-horror metaphysical-quest paranormal-thriller single-mother-in-peril telepathic-dreaming timothy-leary | Brenda Marie Smith | |
| 15f1a8d | I'm standing in front of Enrique's Auto Body, doing deep-breathing exercises to keep from being nervous. Enrique's Camry is nowhere in sight, so I know Alex is alone. I'm going to seduce Alex. If what I'm wearing doesn't capture his attention, nothing will. I'm giving this my all...bringing out all the artillery. I rap on the door, then close my eyes tight and pray this goes as planned. I open my long, silver satin jacket and the cool night.. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| d9d1f17 | My car rounds the corner, riding the path to the body shop. When I spot Alex leaning on his motorcycle waiting for me in the parking lot, my pulse skips a beat. Oh, boy. I'm in trouble. Gone is his ever-present bandanna. Alex's thick black hair rests on his forehead, daring to be swept back. Black pants and a black silk shirt have replaced his jeans and T-shirt. He looks like a young Mexican daredevil. I can't help but smile as I park next .. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 4432966 | I'll tell you what," he says. "You keep me company while I finish my dinner. I won't even ask you what you have...or don't have...under that coat. Deal?" I smile tentatively and smooth down my hair. "Deal." "You don't have to do that for me," he says, gently taking my hand away from my hair. "I'll get a blanket so you don't get dirty." I wait until he pulls a clean light green fleece blanket out of a closet. We sit on the blanket and Alex l.. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 7ae5bb5 | When there's a knock at my door, I scream, "Go away!" The knock gets more persistent. "Fuckin' leave me alone!" As the door creaks open, I hurl a cup at the door. The cup doesn't hit a hospital employee; it hits Mrs. P. squarely in the chest. "Oh, shit. Not you," I say. Mrs. P.'s got new glasses, with rhinestones on them. "That's not exactly the greeting I expected, Alex," she says. "I can still give you a detention for cussing, you know." .. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 528150f | If I keep looking at her long legs I'm gonna have an accident. "How's that sister of yours?" I ask, changing the subject. "She's waiting to beat you again at checkers." "Is that right? Well, tell her I was goin' easy on her. I was tryin' to impress you." "By losing?" I shrug. "It worked, didn't it?" I notice her fidgeting with her dress as if she needs to fix it to impress Wanting to ease her anxiety, I slide my fingers down her arm befor.. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 74d2775 | Brittany Ellis," Mrs. Peterson says, pointing to the table behind Colin. I unenthusiastically sit on the stool at my assigned place. "Alejandro Fuentes," Mrs. Peterson says, pointing to the stool next to me. I give Colin a "help me" look as I try to avoid a panic attack. I definitely should have stayed at home. In bed. Under the covers. Forget not being intimidated. "Call me Alex." Mrs. Peterson looks up from her class list and regards Ale.. | alex-fuentes argue assigned-seats brittany-ellis chemistry colin-adams insult mrs-peterson spanish | Simone Elkeles | |
| 22100bf | I rest my hand on the small of her back as we walk up to the house. Don't ask me why I feel a need to claim her as mine. Maybe deep down I a Neanderthal. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| e02a009 | Don't think, Everything will work itself out." "But--" "No buts. Trust me." My mouth closes over hers. The smell of rain and cookies eases my nerves. My hand braces the small of her back. Her hands grip my soaked shoulders, urging me on. My hands slide under her shirt, and my fingers trace her belly button. "Come to me," I say, then lift her until she's straddling me over my bike. I can't stop kissing her. I whisper how good she feels to .. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 8675607 | After we've been dancing awhile and need a breather, we walk off the dance floor. I whip out my cell and say, "Pose for me." The first picture I take is of him trying to pose like a cool bad boy. It makes me laugh. I take another one before he can strike a pose this time. "Let's take one of the both of us," he says, pulling me close. I press my cheek against his while he takes my cell and puts it as far away as he can reach, then freezes th.. | brittany-ellis cute kiss photo picture | Simone Elkeles | |
| 504879e | From the beginning when the Israelites were slaves to Pharaoh in Egypt to the Nazi's attempt to annihilate the Jewish race, Jews have suffered-but in the end have prevailed and become stronger. They've even overcome God's anger (Exodus 32:10). Overcoming obstacles is in my Jewish blood. | jewish overcoming-obstacles stronger | Simone Elkeles | |
| fe189c8 | Savannah was invariably gracious to strangers, but it was immune to their charms. It wanted nothing so much as to be left alone. Time | John Berendt | ||
| edda6f5 | I don't know why or when I started falling for you, Alex. But I did. Ever since I almost ran over your motorcycle that first day of school I haven't been able to stop thinking about what it would be like if you and I got together. And that kiss ... God, I swear I never experienced anything like that in my life. It did mean something. If the solar system didn't tilt then, it never will. I know it's crazy because we're so different. And if an.. | brittany-ellis falling-for-you kiss | Simone Elkeles | |
| 496a429 | Okay, so I shouldn't have fucked with her on the introduction thing. Writing nothing except, in her notebook probably wasn't the smartest move. But I was itching to make Little Miss stumble in her introduction of me. And stumbling she is. "Miss Ellis?" I watch in amusement as Perfection herself looks up at Peterson. Oh, she's good. This partner of mine knows how to hide her true emotions, something I recognize because I do it all the ti.. | alex-fuentes amused angry brittany-ellis chemistry colin-adams desire game-on give-smack introductions isa payback peterson pissed-off spanish triumphant-smile won | Simone Elkeles | |
| 7c52680 | We spoke of death, not in a morbid way, but in a pragmatic one. "It will come," Dad said. "But for now, heaven is here." | Terry Tempest Williams | ||
| 4f42b93 | Whitney had carefully kept the cotton gin under wraps while he applied for a patent, but he made a tactical error when he allowed women to have a look at it, | John Berendt | ||
| 75742cd | How do you do that?" I asked. "What do witches eat?" "Witches loves pork meat," she said. "They loves rice and potatoes. They loves black-eyed peas and cornbread. Lima beans, too, and collard greens and cabbage, all cooked in pork fat. Witches is old folks, most of them. They don't care none for low-cal. You pile that food on a paper plate, stick a plastic fork in it, and set it down by the side of a tree. And that feeds the witches." The" | John Berendt | ||
| 10a2fa5 | Without answering, he pulled the comforter over his head. If only he could sleep a few days in a row. He felt sorry for himself and sick of everything. | Ha Jin | ||
| 2194f36 | saying, I originally left the door unlocked as a matter of convenience. But pretty soon I realized that whenever the doorbell did ring, it was someone I didn't know. So the bell became a signal that a stranger was at the door. I've learned never to answer it myself when that happens, because it's likely to be a deputy sheriff wanting to serve me with some kind of paper, and of course I don't need to be home for that. | John Berendt | ||
| 66881ac | According to the National Institute of Alcoholism and Alcohol Abuse, more than 8 percent of Savannah's adults were "known alcoholics," | John Berendt | ||
| 8916e73 | We're not at all like the rest of Georgia. We have a saying: If you go to Atlanta, the first question people ask you is, 'What's your business?' In Macon they ask, 'Where do you go to church?' In Augusta they ask your grandmother's maiden name. But in Savannah the first question people ask you is 'What would you like to drink? | John Berendt | ||
| 76e3508 | He had entered another imaginative world, one connected to the beginning of his life as a writer, to the Napoleonic world that had been a lifelong metaphor for the power of art, for the empire of his own creation He began to dictate notes for a new novel, "fragments of the book he imagines himself to be writing." As if he were now writing a novel of which his own altered consciousness was the dramatic center, he dictated a vision of himself.. | creativity death delirium hallucination imagination language novel-writing novelists sentence-structure syntax writing | Fred Kaplan | |
| b91262e | Nous nous sommes devoiles. | Alice Kaplan | ||
| a10cf08 | Where should he go? He wanted to find a building out of which he could jump and kill himself. How about the temple? No, it only had two stories. Too low. How about the elementary school? No, his ghost might frighten the children if he died there, and people would condemn him. | Ha Jin | ||
| 4c62596 | He sat down in a corner and ordered half a pound of dumplings, which came in a white bowl with a blue rim. While he was eating, his memory was further revived and sharpened by the familiar taste of the stuffing, made of pork, leeks, cabbage, dried shrimp, ginger, sesame oil. Every bit of the memory became unmistakable now. | Ha Jin | ||
| 6c0b6b2 | Buddha's words are everywhere, in every sound of the universe. | Ha Jin |