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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e73764d | Legacies, however, were God's business. His own duty was to live every day as God's man and leave the rest to his heavenly Father. The only legacy he needed be concerned with was that God remembered his name, even if no one else did. Ernest's | Michael R. Phillips | ||
| fbd7f4a | Growth is one of those things you can't see up close. You have to stand back to see how something or someone has changed as time has passed. | Michael R. Phillips | ||
| d9dc3ce | Maybe we all need to forgive our mamas and papas for the things they did that hurt us or confused us ... I came to realize that I needed to forgive Mr. Daniels for the resentment I'd allowed myself to feel toward him. If he was my father, then maybe God wanted that word to mean something in my life. And maybe the first thing it meant was forgiveness. I realized that I could never altogether be the person God wanted me to be without it. I re.. | Michael R. Phillips | ||
| d591791 | I sat for a long time in silence. I didn't get any more feelings that God was saying anything. Maybe He'd said all He had to say. If that was true, then I reckoned it was time I did what He'd told me to do--ask Him. God had had His say. Now it was my turn. I don't suppose God keeps talking to someone who's not paying attention to what He says. If you want Him to keep talking to you, I guess you've got to keep your half of the conversation g.. | Michael R. Phillips | ||
| 9e32521 | car | Lisa Jackson | ||
| 256baba | It's the sheriff," he said solemnly, the corners of his mouth twisting downward. "He didn't make it." "What?" Pescoli exploded. "What the hell are you talking about?" | Lisa Jackson | ||
| 8d4ff36 | started a drip to keep the water flowing through | Lisa Jackson | ||
| 46bf56c | A few things worth noting, personally: I see this deliberateness in Jackson's questionable gender identity. The video Scream is beautifully danced between him and his sister Janet. There is a two-second shot of him walking towards the camera in a very masculine way - some sort of incredibly sexy macho swagger. I had to replay it the first time, after his death, that I saw it. The scene changes, and a second or two later he's walking towards.. | 대마초구입 대마초파는곳 대마초판매 떨구입 떨구매 떨구매방법 떨판매 떨판매하는곳 | ≮ 텔레그램:KushTop ≯A few things worth noting personally: I see this deliberateness in Jackson's questi | |
| c08f47b | I've never been to a funeral until today. I see dazzling arrangements of red, yellow, and purple flowers with long, green stems. I see a stained-glass window with a white dove, a yellow sun, a blue sky. I see a gold cross, standing tall, shiny, brilliant. And I see black. Black dresses. Black pants. Black shoes. Black bibles. Black is my favorite color. Jackson asked me about it one time. "Ava, why don't you like pink? Or yellow? Or blue?" .. | black colors death dela funeral goodbye i-heart-you-you-haunt-me life lisa-schroeder memories misery sadness | Lisa Schroeder | |
| 2a57346 | When someone doesn't reckon you with the seriousness that you'd like, the impulse is to correct them. (As we all wish to say: Do you know who I am?!) You want to remind them of what they've forgotten; your ego screams for you to indulge it. Instead, you must do nothing. Take it. Eat it until you're sick. Endure it. Quietly brush it off and work harder. Play the game. Ignore the noise; for the love of God, do not let it distract you. | Ryan Holiday | ||
| d3fb22a | People think it'sfun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots." - Bill Watterson (author of Calvin and Hobbes) Benefit" | Dharma Hazari | ||
| 0e8097a | Their textbooks would show me in grim illustration, The most hideous thing even seen in creation! | Bill Watterson | ||
| 26b8efe | HOBBES: Do you have an idea for your story yet? CALVIN: You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood. HOBBES: What mood would that be? CALVIN: Last-minute panic. --CALVIN AND HOBBES BY BILL WATTERSON | Sendhil Mullainathan | ||
| 04cb247 | When you look into infinity, you realize there are more important things than what people do all day. | Bill Watterson | ||
| b6edf28 | Because sadly, this trait, the inability to get out of one's head, is not restricted to fiction. | Ryan Holiday | ||
| 9d1b47f | She ran right into his arms and he swung her around like a little kid, laughing, and then they hugged. He thought his heart would kill him, he'd had no clue what it was capable of. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 7823919 | The woman was sincere--bigots mostly are--but no less dangerous for that, and she shall be named and shamed. | David Mitchell | ||
| 1fec955 | It's a small world. It keeps recrossing itself." 59" | David Mitchell | ||
| baa02bc | It was a moment of equal parts anxiety and awe, like the striking of a wide seam of gold. The prospector sinks to his knees--he's only been looking for coal. At a gush of oil he'd hoot, baptize himself and buy the drinks. But the sight of gold is different. He observes a moment's silence. Then he rises, eyes watering. How to get it properly out of the earth? How not to be robbed in the meantime? | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 8c96dc9 | All memories soften with age, and the good ones are also the most perishable (...) conjured up till they faded to nothing. Like cave paintings by candlelight, she could only glimpse them now in the dark from the corner of her eye. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 412ff14 | It had changed to hate. The hate that she prayed for Jesus to take away. But it was also part of what had kept her going so how could she do without it now? That kind of hate is a species of animated scrap metal. Rusting, corroding inside, leaching into the vital organs. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| efe92df | Who is that in the glass? She sees herself for the first time. She doesn't require soft light, not at her age, not with her looks, so the effect of three candles is excessively ravishing. Her hair sparks at every brush stroke. The candlelight carves a grotto in the gloom around her. The mirror is a sacred pool, in it she sees the future: her lips swollen with kissing, eyes caressing, come with me to my home beneath the sea and I will love y.. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| ef99dfb | Well, what was wrong with it?" "We don't know," says James. "That's a stupid rotten answer." "Life is sometimes rotten and stupid." | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 66a4e73 | James could do all this because he had made a bargain with himself: he wouldn't try to get killed, nor would he try to survive. He could do all this because he felt terribly sorry for the men he rescued. They harbored the saddest and most foolish desire of all. The desire to go on living. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 5e2ff42 | I thought I would get calmer, surer, but each time we come close I feel almost sick at first. As though each time vibrates with the times before. I feel a terrible sorrow coming up my throat, I don't know why. And it can only be consoled against the length of her body. Lying down with her for the first time... all the pain I didn't know I had, till at her touch it disappeared like smoke. Is this what purgatory feels like? To burn painlessly.. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| f98e76f | Doch die Erinnerung spielt uns Streiche. Erinnern iat ein anderes Wort fur Erfinden, und nichts ist unzuverlassiger. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 53b477f | It's a sin for Lily to let Mercedes think it was Daddy who beat up Frances. But he has done it in the past. Surely truth can be borrowed across time without perishing. Shelf life, so to speak. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| af3d205 | Kathleen would not know a friend if one sank its teeth into her wrist--which is more or less what she expects from the mass of other girls. She skirts them cautiously, as if they were dangerous wild animals loitering about a common watering hole ready to pounce, you'd never know why or what hit you. She fears them, sharp glinting creatures, and hasn't a clue what they talk about or how they do it. How they merge into gregarious packs. Kathl.. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 120bf22 | Rats may scamper across it and remain rats. Birds may fly above it and remain birds; they may alight and tear and eat and prick up their heads to stare motionless and beady for a moment before pecking and eating again, and remain birds. But no man may venture into this space between the lines and remain a man. That is the difference. No man may enter, either stealthily on his belly alone, or noisily on two feet racing through glue with a th.. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| c298e63 | A war changes people in a number of ways. It either shortcuts you to your very self; or it triggers such variations that you might as well have been a larva, pupating indampness, darkness and tightly wrapped puttees. Then, providing you don't take flight from a burst shell, you emerge from your khaki cocoon so changed from what you were that you fear you've gone mad, because people at home treat you as though you were someone else. Someone .. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 919fddc | Corruption hangs in the air around a great talent. Such a gift is unstable by nature, apt to embarrass its handlers. About her there is the whiff of the entertainer. Like vaudeville nipping the heels of grand opera. The maestro smells all this on Kathleen and cools his blood to a temperature undetectable by wild animals. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 6db15f7 | It's not the cold that makes you sleep yourself to death in the Arctic, it's the smooth pallor of the landscape, and the desert has that same smooth pallor, though Arabic. It's the whiteness, the sameness of everything, that makes you fall asleep out of life, parched or frozen and so so comfortable when you finally let it roll over your mind, like a rolling-pin over dough. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 7968ab3 | A small grazing gesture ignites the need for closer, and breaks the surface of the water, never in you enough, gulping air, never contain you enough, on dry land now, never hold you enough, the desert heat, drink you, oasis lover shimmering under a palm, I will burn to ashes here then blow away until that merciful peak is discovered, and once that is discovered, the slow tumble back down the hill, buckets of water spilling in slow motion, s.. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| a82468a | Here is the place called Awake. On the other side of this line is the country of Asleep. And you see this shaded area in between? Don't linger there. It is No Man's Land. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 35925c0 | The moon may drive men mad but it can calm a savage girl, for it is cool, precise, it is lucid. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| cd78c03 | Frances is a sealed letter. It doesn't matter where she's been or who's pawed her, no one gets to handle the contents no matter how grimy the envelope. And it's for sure no one's going to be able to steam her open. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 18686e7 | Frances is a diamond, passed from filthy paw to paw but never diminished. The men who handle her can leave no mark because her worth is far above them. Hard, helpless, buried. You can hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes, she is waiting for a strong and fearless miner to go way down and rescue her up to the surface where she can shine for all she's worth. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 7653ca0 | I am burning. I have to live, I have to sing, I want to transform myself into a thousand different characters and carry their life with me onto the stage where it's so bright and so dark at the same time, just knowing there are three thousand people out there longing to be swept away by the passion that's about to flood out from scarlet curtains, to this I consecrate my body and my soul, I can give no more than all of myself, I feel my hear.. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| f8436b8 | She is so beautiful. My Rose. Finer than sculpture, softer than sand. Rose, I'm kissing you now. Oh God, I have to kiss her. I will die if I don't kiss her, I know that now. It is a fact. I will die. It will kill me. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 62bf7f7 | Dark and sweet, the elixir of love is in her mouth. The more I drink, the more I remember all the things we've never done. I was a ghost until I touched you. Never swallowed mortal food until I tasted you, never understood the spoken word until I found your tongue. I've been a sleepwalker, sad somnambula, hands outstretched to strike the solid thing that could awaken me to life at last. I have only ever stood here under this lamp, against y.. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| d8ff3dd | Then she kissed me in that way that makes me hate time. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| c842c33 | When will she discover that I am from a lesser race of immortals? But the high deities have always needed pixies to persuade them down to earth. When she no longer needs an intermediary, will she still love me? | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| bebb529 | There is love, there is music, there is no limit, there is work, there is the precious sense that this is the hour of grace when all things gather and distill to create the rest of my life. I don't believe in God, I believe in everything. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 296e149 | Male deti poznaji lepe Coca-Colu nez porek. Je to tim, ze Coca-Cola za marketing rocne utrati dve miliardy dolaru. | reklama | Tom Hodgkinson |