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| 276d089 | I wonder why I write about these things. As if I didn't know them! Why do I tell myself in writing what I already so well know? Don't I know about the mountain, and the brimming cup of blue light? It is because, I suppose, it's lonely to stay inside oneself. One has to come out and talk. And if there is no one to talk to one imagines someone, as though one were writing a letter to somebody who loves one, and who will want to know, with the .. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 1306efc | to go into the garden in its snowed-up state is like going into a bath of purity. The first breath on opening the door is so ineffably pure that it makes me gasp, and I feel a black and sinful object in the midst of all the spotlessness. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| e3f230e | Nobody told me about him [my grandfather], and he died when I was six, and yet within the last year or two, that strange Indian summer of remembrance that comes to us in the leisured times when the children have been born and we have time to think, has made me know him perfectly well. It is rather an uncomfortable thought for the grown-up, and especially for the parent, but of a salutary and restraining nature, that though children may not .. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 8045d22 | Steadfast as the points of the compass to Mrs. Arbuthnot were the great four facts of life: God, Husband, Home, Duty. She had gone to sleep on these facts years ago, after a period of much misery, her head resting on them as on a pillow; and she had a great dread of being awakened out of so simple and untroublesome a condition. Therefore | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 6c8d51e | Upon my word," thought Mrs Fisher, "the way one pretty face can turn a delightful man into an idiot is past all patience." | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 748b084 | I don't want to stay here without you,' said Dolly. 'This place is you. You've made it. It is soaked in you. I should feel haunted here without you. Why, I should feel lost. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| e7e4140 | In this part of the world, the more you are pleased to see a person, the less is he pleased to see you; whereas if you are disagreeable, he will grow pleasant visibly, his countenance expanding into wider amiability the more your own is stiff and sour. | interpersonal-communication | Elizabeth von Arnim | |
| b791d48 | But while admiring my neighbour, I don't think I shall ever try to follow in her steps, my talents not being of the energetic and organising variety, but rather that of that order which makes their owner almost lamentably prone to take up a volume of poetry and wander out to where the kingcups grow, and, sitting on a willow trunk beside a little stream, forget the very existence of everything but green pastures and still waters, and the gla.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| fb4f374 | There's no safety in love. You risk the whole of life. But the great thing is to risk--to believe, and to risk everything for your belief. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 3f3c068 | And the more he treated her as though she were really very nice, the more Lotty expanded and became really very nice, and the more he, affected in his turn, became really very nice himself; so that they went round and round, not in a vicious but in a highly virtuous circle. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| d28efd4 | What fun it all was, she thought, and how entirely new and delicious being taken care of as though she were a thing that mattered, a precious thing! | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 813f191 | It is a beautiful spot, endless forest stretching along the shore as far as the eye can reach ; and after driving through it for miles you come suddenly, at the end of an avenue of arching trees, upon the glistening, oily sea, with the orange-coloured sails of distant fishing-smacks shining in the sunlight. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 4666d9a | How is it that you should feel so vastly superior whenever you do not happen to enter into or understand your neighbour's thoughts when, as a matter of fact, your not being able to do so is less a sign of folly in your neighbour than of incompleteness in yourself? | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 665f985 | The only thing to do with one's old sorrows is to tuck them up neatly in their shroud and turn one's face away from their grave towards what is coming next. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| e33fa1d | Surely the colour of London was an exquisite thing. It was like a pearl that late afternoon, something very gentle and pale, with faint blue shadows. And as for its smell, she doubted, indeed, whether heaven itself could smell better, certainly not so interesting. "And anyhow," she said to herself, lifting her head a moment in appreciation, "it can't possibly smell more ." | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| acc8d3b | Rose's own experience was that goodness, the state of being good, was only reached with difficulty and pain. It took a long time to get to it; in fact one never did get to it, or, if for a flashing instant one did, it was only for a flashing instant. Desperate perseverance was needed to struggle along its path, and all the way was dotted with doubts. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| 0377752 | Her great dead friends did not seem worth reading that night. They always said the same things now--over and over again they said the same things, and nothing new was to be got out of them any more for ever. No doubt they were greater than any one was now, but they had this immense disadvantage, that they were dead. Nothing further was to be expected of them; while of the living, what might one not still expect? | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| edd4303 | That, thought Mrs. Fisher, her eyes going steadily line by line down the page and not a word of it getting through into her consciousness, is foolish of friends. It is condemning one to a premature death. One should continue (of course with dignity) to develop, however old one may be. She had nothing against developing, against further ripeness, because as long as one was alive one was not dead--obviously, decided Mrs. Fisher, and developme.. | Elizabeth von Arnim | ||
| dd110b5 | In TV newsrooms, if it bleeds it leads remains the watchword. A study of 559 newscasts in twenty television markets across the United States compared the crimes covered by local news to the number and types of crimes actually committed. Although crime had fallen for eight years prior to the 2004 study, in all twenty markets "audiences were told essentially the same story--that random, violent crime was a persistent and structural feature of.. | Barry Glassner | ||
| 00a419a | Michelle Obama, spoke to supporters in rural Iowa about why she agreed to let her husband run. "Barack and I talked long and hard about this decision. This wasn't an easy decision for us," she explained, "because we've got two beautiful little girls and we have a wonderful life and everything was going fine, and there would have been nothing that would have been more disruptive than a decision to run for president of the United States. "And.. | Barry Glassner | ||
| 29b2455 | Television news programs survive on scares. On local newscasts, where producers live by the dictum "if it bleeds, it leads," drug, crime, and disaster stories make up most of the news portion of the broadcasts." | Barry Glassner | ||
| 7f9d645 | Flash forward to the 1980s and 1990s and it is not foreign fascists we have to put out of our minds in order to fall asleep at night, even if we do fantasize about hostile forces doing us great harm. (Witness the immediate presumption after the Oklahoma City bombing and the crash of TWA Flight 800 that Middle Eastern terrorists were to blame.) Mostly our fears are domestic, and so are the eerie invaders who populate them--killer kids, men o.. | Barry Glassner | ||
| 03e88bf | V stranata ima 56 000 novi mi!lioneri, koito uspiakha da se izm'knat sukhi ot vodata. Te natru!pakha pari, zashchoto veche razpolagakha s's soliden nachalen kapi!tal, koito investirakha v kupuvaneto na kompanii i uvelichikha pechalbite si, izkhv'rliaiki khorata na ulitsata, eksploatiraiki detsa, izpolzvaiki truda na bedni chuzhdentsi i poluchavaiki gole!mi namaleniia na dan'tsite. Za tiakh alchnostta e ne samo dobrode-tel, a laitmotiv. Te t.. | Michael Moore | ||
| cd7cbdc | Na sveta ostanakha tolkova malko sigurni neshcha - sl'ntseto vse oshche zaliazva na zapad, papata vse oshche otsluzhva t'rzhestven moleben v noshchta sreshchu Koleda i Strom T'rm'nd vinagi iznikva ot nebitieto, za da opipva bivshite p'rvi dami. | Michael Moore | ||
| 0a18622 | Michael saw Northampton Castle being built by Normans and their labourers, while being pulled down in accordance with the will of Charles the Second fifteen hundred years thereafter. A few centuries of grass and ruins coexisted with the bubbling growth and fluctuations of the railway station. 1920s porters, speeded up into a silent comedy, pushed luggage-laden trolleys through a Saxon hunting party. Women in ridiculously tiny skirts superim.. | Alan Moore | ||
| a62d0cf | The new brand of political correctness, popular on college campuses and social media, is the idea that no speech should exist that directly challenges politically correct ideas. | Milo Yiannopoulos | ||
| a593a4a | the Wall Street Journal brilliantly quoted President Eisenhower: "Don't join the book burners. Don't think you are going to conceal thoughts by concealing the fact that they ever existed. Even if they think ideas that are contrary to ours, their right to say them, their right to record them, and their right to have them at places where they are accessible to others is unquestioned, or it isn't American."160" | Milo Yiannopoulos | ||
| 00e713a | It's weird how obsessed the media is with calling everyone racist, isn't it? It's almost like they want everyone to be racist or something, for some reason. | Milo Yiannopoulos | ||
| 0f289da | Islam is not like other religions. It's more inherently prescriptive and it's much more political. That's why I, a free speech fundamentalist, still support banning the burka and restricting Islamic immigration. Walter | Milo Yiannopoulos | ||
| 2375d6c | People love getting into spats on the internet. Some people spend their whole lives doing it. The only people who object to ridicule and criticism are touchy, fragile celebrities and journalists with brittle egos who can't cope with readers pointing out how biased and stupid they are. | Milo Yiannopoulos | ||
| c0e0f52 | Be twice as funny as you are outrageous, because no one can resist the truth wrapped in a good joke. | funny honesty truth | Milo Yiannopoulos | |
| d48f988 | Abigail read in Reader's Digest that all plane landings were controlled crashes. Like the way we live our lives, she thought. Bumble through doing the best we can and hoping that some benevolence keeps us from crashing. | Chris Abani | ||
| 9b417ed | She who had been taken and taken and taken. And now the one time she took for herself, the one time she had choice in the matter, it was taken away. | Chris Abani | ||
| 9d4efa9 | circles of hell. He hated to admit it, but Eugene had been right in his choice of Inferno, except their interpretations differed. Where Eugene saw only the internal battle of the privileged soul, Sunil saw the entire architecture and structures of racism and apartheid: three concentric circles of life and economics. Color-coded circles for easy understanding, whites at the heart, coloreds at the next remove, and finally, the blacks at the o.. | Chris Abani | ||
| 4e775b8 | What you hear is not my voice. I have not spoken in three years: not since I left boot camp. It has been three years of a senseless war, and though the reasons for it are clear, and though we will continue to fight until we are ordered to stop-and probably for a while after that-none of us can remember the hate that led us here. We are simply fighting to survive the war. It is a strange place to be at fifteen, bereft of hope and very nearl.. | Chris Abani | ||
| 3591e83 | Thoughts of Abigail filled her world. By all accounts she had bee a tall, thin, woman, whose eyes held a power beyond the black pools of er irises. Tall, thin, and dark, she, this Abigail, looked so much like the other that her father had named her the same She was more ghost than her mother, however, moving with the quality of light breathing though a house in which the only footprints in the dust were those of her dead mother. Even her la.. | Chris Abani | ||
| c6ad214 | How attracted to one another we had been; how light she felt on my lap; how exciting it always was; how, even though we weren't having "full sex," all the elements of it--the lust, the tenderness, the candour, the trust--were there anyway. And how part of me hadn't minded not "going the whole way"...This acceptance of less than others had was also due to fear, of course: fear of pregnancy, fear of saying or doing the wrong thing, fear of an.. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 203ce39 | If all your responses to a book have already been duplicated and expanded upon by a professional critic, then what point is there to your reading? Only that it's yours. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 5219646 | Apart from these parental physical jerks, he did not train his body; he merely inhabited it. A friend had once shown what he called gymnastics for the intelligentsia. You took a box of matches and threw its contents on the floor, then bent down and picked them up, one by one. The first time he tried it himself, he lost patience and stuffed all the matches back in handfuls. He persevered, but the next time, just as he was bending down, the t.. | Julian Barnes | ||
| bb0b4a7 | Compliments of the season to you, and may the acid rain fall on your joint and anointed heads. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 430feb7 | I found myself comparing my life against Adrian's. The ability to see and examine himself; the ability to make moral decisions and act on them; the mental and physical courage of his suicide. "He took his own life" is the phrase; but Adrian also took charge of his own life, he took command of it, he took it in his hands--and then out of them. How few of us--we that remain--can say that we have done the same? We muddle along, we let life hap.. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 8a0c4df | In truth, he was just another man, behaving as men did in books, and she was just another woman for believing otherwise. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 37f4607 | Byt' russkim chelovekom - znachit byt' pessimistom; byt' sovetskim chelovekom - znachit byt' optimistom. Poetomu vyrazhenie "Sovetskaia Rossiia" vnutrenne protivorechivo." | Julian Barnes | ||
| 1ba654a | At a social event she and I would normally have attended together, an acquaintance came up and said to me, simply, "There's someone missing." That felt correct, in both senses." | Julian Barnes |