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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bfe622e | But this flower comes in the form of a human; it must soon succumb to disease, atrophy, ruined skin, broken teeth, the unbearable frailty of mortality. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| c0a2ae0 | Her mouth smiled, smiled hard, but her eyes did not smile, ever. Her eyes watched and looked for something they knew they'd never find. | emotion eyes smile | Mary Gaitskill | |
| 72f511e | God famously doesn't afflict Job because of anything Job has done, but because he wants to prove a point to Satan. Twenty years later, I am sympathetic with my first assessment; to me, in spite of the soft radiant beauty of many of its passages, the Bible still has a mechanical quality, a refusal to brook complexity that feels brutal and violent. There has been a change, however. When I look at Revelation now, it still seems frightening and.. | Mary Gaitskill | ||
| 520d89f | loading your brain with subliminal messages.... How loathsome to turn a sadistic murder into entertainment [in the newspaper] -- and yet how hard not to read about it. What dark comedy to realize that you are scanning for descriptions of torture as you disapprove. Which of course only makes it more entertaining. "But naturally I was hoping they'd report something grisly," you say to your friends, who chuckle lighthearted acknowledgment of h.. | gaitskill | Mary Gaitskill | |
| 5c7378f | the rank and melancholy smell of charred wet wood and sodden leaves coming towards me on a wisp of air. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| ff85ca0 | In those days, before the First World War, young women did not use makeup. Anna was free of lipstick, and her gold hair was rolled in great coils over her ears. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 78e6843 | You ought to take more exercise, if you're inclined to have a liver. Play golf. | golf health liver | Daphne du Maurier | |
| ef6e888 | Jennifer had exactly five pounds, six shillings, and fourpence halfpenny when she left No. 7 Maple Street. She lugged her two suitcases along with her into various buses, and arrived at Paddington with three-quarters of an hour to wait before the twelve o'clock train should bear her away from London forever. Thirty-two shillings and sixpence of her capital went on her third-class ticket, and three shillings more on a cup of coffee, two rash.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| e1f5e18 | I'm being rather a brute to you, aren't I?" he said; "this isn't your idea of a proposal. We ought to be in a conservatory, you in a white frock with a rose in your hand, and a violin playing a waltz in the distance. And I should make violent love to you behind a palm tree. You would feel then you were getting your money's worth. Poor darling," | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| bbf13b3 | The unnamed narrator of Rebecca begins her story with a dream, with a first sentence that has become famous: Last night I dreamed I went to Manderley again. Almost all the brief first chapter is devoted to that dream, describing her progress up the long winding drive, by moonlight, to Manderley itself. The imagery, of entwined trees and encroaching undergrowth that have "mated," is sexual; the style is slightly scented and overwritten, that.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| fd379a3 | We went back into the drawing room. The evening had passes pleasantly enough, heaven knows, but I was glad that they had gone and the house was silent once again. She must have had the same thought, for she stood a moment, looking around her in the drawing room, she said, 'I love the stillness of a room, after a party. The chairs are moved, the cushions disarranged, everything is there to show that people enjoyed themselves; and one comes b.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 90a7a70 | Les images defilaient par centaines derriere mes yeux fermes, chose vues, choses sues et choses oubliees. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 3890355 | Dozing, she thought in retrospect how her life had been building up towards this moment, year in, year out, almost from alley days. That early training, as a cockney child, sharpened her wit and made her seize her chances: the schooling at Ham put on a pseudo-polish: marriage with Joseph got the worst over young--so much so, that nothing a man could do, now or in the future, would break her heart. As to the rest... all lovers made some mark.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| e788cf5 | It's funny, I thought, how the routine of life goes on, whatever happens, we do the same things, go through the little performance of eating, sleeping, washing. No crisis can break through the crust of habit. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| a2ddd9b | There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| a30d9ad | Si crees que soy uno de esos que se sienten con ganas de bromas a la hora del desayuno, te equivocas. Por la manana temprano estoy casi siempre de muy mal humor. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 77e38e2 | Resignation brings its own reward | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 479023e | we only become aware of hot discomfort when others are made awkward for our sakes | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 261eae8 | Richard turned and saw me. And as he looked at me it was as if my whole heart moved over in my body and was mine no longer | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| a32bf47 | Did you never try," I asked, "to make some life of happiness?" "Happiness was not in question," he said; "that went with you, a factor you refused to recognise." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| dd0d378 | but fate and circumstance had made me no more than a shadow in his life, a phantom of what might have been | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| f688089 | With Rebecca we enter a world of dreams and daydreams, but they always threaten to tip over into nightmare. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 69af231 | Y no pude menos de pensar como podia sentirme tan dichosa cuando tan negros nubarrones se cernian por encima de nosotros. Era una dicha indefinible la que sentia, y nada parecida a aquella con que sonara durante tantas horas de soledad. No era una felicidad febril y apasionada, sino sosegada y tranquila. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| d864090 | She laughed because she must, and because he made her; | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 738f536 | He could see her planting violets on his grave, a solitary figure in a grey cloak. What a ghastly tragedy. A lump came to his throat. He became quite emotional thinking of his own death. He would have to write a poem about this. --from a Difference in Temperament | vanity | Daphne du Maurier | |
| 6515ecd | because just by hating it's possible to be purified from love, just with the sword, with the fire.. | hate love sword | Daphne du Maurier | |
| bc94eca | This car had the wings of Mercury, I thought, for higher yet we climbed, and dangerously fast, and the danger pleased me because it was new to me, because I was young. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 2ea0915 | First love is not always happy. It can sometimes be like a terrible illness. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| c473a42 | boredom is a pleasing antidote to fear. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 3d488e9 | mullioned windows reflecting the green lawns and the terrace. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| d09fe85 | I was like a little scrubby schoolboy with a passion for a sixth-form prefect, and he kinder, and far more inaccessible. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 56d3563 | I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundations, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. To-day, wrapped in the complacent armour of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day bru.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 3e5c7ee | Swiftly we covered the ground, far too swiftly, I thought, far too easily, and the callous countryside watched us with indifference. We came to the bend in the road that I had wished to imprison as a memory, and the peasant girl was gone, and the color was flat, and it was no more after all than any bend in any road passed by a hundred motorists. The glamour of it had gone with my happy mood, and at the thought of it my frozen face quivered.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 7a7a41f | Here is Tom Jenkyns, honest and dull, except when he drank too much. It's true that his wife was a scold, but that was no excuse to kill her. If we killed women for their tongues all men would be murderers. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| c4c195b | Dust unto dust. There was no reason then for life--it was only a fraction of a moment between birth and death, a movement upon the surface of water, and then it was still. Janet had loved and suffered, she had known beauty and pain, and now she was finished--blotted by the heedless earth, to be no more than a few dull letters on a stone. Joseph | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 3a2d36f | if this was being grown up, then she was younger than she had ever been in her life, young with a hope born of inexperience, a glow within her bright as the unseen paradise. Now was the supreme moment, never equalled and never surpassed, as the train drew into Victoria. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 5e8ed45 | The word lingered in the air once I had uttered it, dancing before me, and because he received it silently, making no comment, the word magnified itself into something heinous and appalling, a forbidden word, unnatural to the tongue. And I could not call it back, it could never be unsaid. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| b67e57d | I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. Today, wrapped in the complacent armour of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one but lightly an.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 9560a79 | many impressions to seize and hold, familiar loved facades, balconies, windows, water lapping the cellar steps of decaying palaces, the little red house where D'Annunzio lived, with its garden--our house, Laura called it, pretending it was theirs--and too soon the ferry would be turning left on the direct route to the Piazzale Roma, so missing the best of the Canal, the Rialto, the further palaces. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| ca98a96 | On the table there, polished now and plain, an ugly case would stand containing butterflies and moths, and another one with bird's eggs wrapped in cotton wool. "Not all this junk in here," I would say, "take them to the schoolroom darlings," and they would run off, shouting, calling to one another, but the little one staying behind, pottering on his own, quieter than the others" | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| a80964d | I always expect people to ask themselves. Life is too short to send out invitations. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| bb63d18 | No crisis can break through the crust of habit. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 671232d | Un mes izskiedisim pedejos mirklus, smiedamies par kadu svesinieku, jo mes jau busim svesi viens otram. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| f0234f2 | Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning For idle dreams of things which cannot be; I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces, And not in paths of high morality, And not among the half-distinguished faces, The clouded forms of long-past history. I'll walk where my own nature would be leading; It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks.. | Daphne du Maurier |