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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b67acf0 | Your eyes, brilliant as shop windows Or as blazing lamp-stands at public festivals, Insolently use a borrowed power Without ever knowing the law of their beauty. Blind, | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 1a43e1c | Ella llora, insensata, porque ella ha vivido! !Y porque vive! Pero, lo que ella deplora Sobre todo, lo que la hace temblar hasta las rodillas, Es que manana, !ah! !tendra que vivir todavia! !Manana, pasado manana y siempre! - !Como nosotros! | poetry | Charles Baudelaire | |
| 4b829f7 | You must be drunk always. That is everything: the only question. Not to feel the horrible burden of Time that crushes your shoulders and bends you earthward, you must be drunk without respite. But drunk on what? On wine, on poetry, on virtue -- take your pick. But be drunk. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 3db8b9a | What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters. --CHARLES BAUDELAIRE | Tommy Orange | ||
| fce081e | Free man, you will always cherish the sea! The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul In the infinite unrolling of its billows; Your mind is an abyss that is no less bitter. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 26fdbab | They heard Hugo ask if the plan for the hors d'oeuvres was still in operation, and they heard Colette ask about plucking the feathers off crows, and they heard Kevin complain that he didn't know whether to hold the birdpaper in his right hand or his left hand, and they heard Mr. Lesko insult Mrs. Morrow, and the bearded man sing a song to the woman with the crow-shaped hat, and they heard a man call for Bruce and a woman call for her mother.. | Lemony Snicket | ||
| 6a664d0 | Angel full of gaiety, do you know anguish? Angel | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 1c53b1b | Art dulls the terror of the void better than anything else. | death | Charles Baudelaire | |
| db92101 | If a heart could fail in its pumping, a lung in its breathing, then why not a brain in its thinking, rendering the world forever askew, like a television with bad reception? And couldn't a brain fail as arbitrarily as any one of these other parts, without regard to the blessing and cosseting that, everyone was so eager to remind you, disentitled you from unhappiness? | self-mutilation mental-illness | Caroline Kettlewell | |
| 5189f61 | Memory is faithless, like a cheating lover, telling you what you believe is true. | Caroline Kettlewell | ||
| 336e9d5 | I found it paralyzingly difficult to make even the simplest decisions. So much hung in the balance, so many complicated parameters needed to be taken into consideration, yet always there was too little information, no way to know what outcomes could result. Life was a terrifying, invisible web of consequences. What mayhem might I unknowingly wreak by saying yes when I could have said no, by going east instead of west? | Caroline Kettlewell | ||
| 8b25fa2 | There will be sway. | Lori Lansens | ||
| c458779 | As I grew older, I found I could surrender my own comfort so effortlessly it didn't qualify as sacrifice. | Lori Lansens | ||
| 7481de8 | I wonder if all women secretly fantasize, like me, about what it would be like to be an extraordinary beauty and bitchy as you wanna be. | Lori Lansens | ||
| fa547b5 | The beach was empty and dark but she couldn't hear her fear over the call of the surf. | bravery courage fear | Lori Lansens | |
| 2b4e2f0 | Sometimes a guy wants to feel like he learned something without being taught. | Lori Lansens | ||
| 69fa3ea | Ruby is my sister. And strangely, undeniably, my child. | Lori Lansens | ||
| eeb4bb5 | On the farm, in our first-floor bedroom, my sister and I were sheltered in the essence of normal. We were not hidden, but unseen. The orange farmhouse was our castle, our kingdom the fields around, and the shallow creek that bisected our property the sea we crossed to find adventure. | Lori Lansens | ||
| 70d853e | The final picture in the album was of Aunt Lovey and Uncle Stash, their black-and-white wedding photo. I hated that their picture came last, because it felt like they were saying goodbye. | Lori Lansens | ||
| 1996c85 | If you don't like something about yourself, change it. If you're okay with it, you gotta own it. There's nothing in between. | Lori Lansens | ||
| f40c878 | In teaching an honors writing class, I juxtaposed Mary Shelley's Frankenstein with Shelley Jackson's Patchwork Girl, an electronic hypertext fiction written in proprietary Storyspace software. Since these were honors students, many of them had already read Frankenstein and were, moreover, practiced in close reading and literary analysis. When it came to digital reading, however, they were accustomed to the scanning and fast skimming typical.. | N. Katherine Hayles | ||
| d8c293a | Nobody can remember when the sperm became large enough to see, but we agree on this: once that point was reached, every generation topped the last. They went from guppy to goldfish, and before long they could frighten a schnauzer, and not much later even Great Danes made way for them.... Sperm are ancient creatures, single-minded as coelacanths. They are drawn to the sun, the moon, and dots and disks of all descriptions, including periods, .. | Shelley Jackson | ||
| e5c373b | Cut nerves left lying on the threshing floors drift and roll and wind up all aligned with the earth's magnetic field, like iron filings swayed by a magnet in a classroom experiment. | Shelley Jackson | ||
| d961c81 | Barbaro IN MEMORY OF BARBARO *2003-2007* CHAMPION FOR THE AGES | Shelley Fraser Mickle | ||
| 8b7a8a8 | The walls of her stall were covered with graffiti. If it had been funny ("Pull here for MFA Degree" right below the toilet paper dispenser) she would've stayed longer, but it was mostly weird random names and dates." | Grady Hendrix | ||
| 1a9b5ee | All over Russia, bears were depressed. The Yeti were moving west. This was due to global warming, but the bears hadn't gone to university so they didn't understand the bigger picture. All they knew was that one day bears were the best animals, and the next these strange creatures were punching them in the face and eating all their salmon and berries. | Grady Hendrix | ||
| 57e653f | Brother Lemon and Abby looked at each other, eyes gleaming in the shadows, and then he stood up. Rummaging in one of his duffle bags, he pulled out an athletic cup and slid it down the front of his pants. He caught Abby staring. "First place they go for," he explained. He adjusted himself and picked up a well worn bible." | protection | Grady Hendrix | |
| 135cd06 | Some of you seniors may have seen this at parties," said Coach Greene, standing at the podium in front of the upper school assembly, holding a green glass bottle. "The manufacturer calls it 'Bartles and Jaymes wine cooler,' but the Charleston County Police Department calls it 'rape juice." | Grady Hendrix | ||
| adbf18f | It was the voice of a preacher, a voice of the past, a voice for cathedrals, a voice from a time before microphones. It was a voice that denounced witches and flogged sinners. It was a voice that sang Latin while women burned at the stake and men were crushed beneath stones. | Grady Hendrix | ||
| 2cb1f8f | We're getting out of here," she said. "The store will try to stop us. It'll disorient you, get inside your head, try to confuse you and control you. But if you stay focused, you can block it out. You have to fight, do you understand?" | Grady Hendrix | ||
| dbf9cc7 | For her, the world was divided into two kinds of jobs: those where you had to stand up, and those where you could sit down. If you were standing up, you were paid hourly. If you were sitting down, you were salaried. | Grady Hendrix | ||
| 1ed535f | I can pick a fight in an empty fucking elevator. 'No one left to fight'. Fuck you | Grady Hendrix | ||
| fcc06d8 | If Kris could play enough of these, in the right order, without stopping, she could block out everything: the dirty snow that never melted, closets full of secondhand clothes, overheated classrooms at Independence High, mind-numbing lectures about the Continental Congress and ladylike behavior and the dangers of of running with the wrong crowd and what x equals and how to find for y and what the third person plural for cantar is and what Ho.. | Grady Hendrix | ||
| 1434b2f | Work gives you a goal. It lets you build something that lives on after you're gone. Work has a purpose beyond making money. | work | Grady Hendrix | |
| a903e27 | All great works must begin with a sacrifice. | work | Grady Hendrix | |
| f7f8c0f | Wasting food is no joke!" he'd shout. "That's how Karen Carpenter died!" -- | Grady Hendrix | ||
| ab1f28b | It's April 1988 and the world belongs to them. | Grady Hendrix | ||
| 6ffe487 | That was her nature. Fail and quit. If you cut her open, it was fail and quit right down to her bones. | Grady Hendrix | ||
| d1870c3 | friend" is a word whose sharp corners have been worn smooth by overuse." | friends friendship | Grady Hendrix | |
| dc039b2 | But if it turns out that she really can adjust them from without? Reshuffle the deck of his past, leave a few cards out, sub in several from a sunnier suit, where was the harm in that? Harm had to be the opposite, didn't it? Letting the earliest truth metastasize into something that might kill you? The gangrenous spread of one day throughout the life span of a body-- wasn't that something worth stopping? | Karen Russell | ||
| 8cb0cd8 | And I feel certain there must be a second set of laws, inscrutable but real, that governs exactly how much a particular individual can give to and receive from another. Some hydrology of human generosity. Because there are these gifts we can make to one another freely, reflexively, with no sting of loss; and there are gifts we fight to relinquish, beg to get. | Karen Russell | ||
| 3927078 | She was still loping around on all fours, her fists blue-white from the strain. As if she were holding a secret tight to the ground. Sister Maria de la Guardia would sigh every time she saw her. " " She'd sit down with Mirabella and pry her fingers apart. "You see?" she'd say softly, again and again. "What are you holding on to? Nothing, little one. Nothing." | st-lucys-home karen-russell | Karen Russell | |
| 5a724c7 | Etiquette was so confounding in this country. Still, looking at Mirabella-her fists balled together like small, white porcupines, her brows knitted in animal confusion-I felt a throb of compassion. I wondered. Then I congragulated myself. This was a Stage 3 thought. | st-lucys-home karen-russell | Karen Russell | |
| 427064b | I could have warned her. If we were back home, and Mirabella had come under attack by territorial beavers or snow-blind bears, I would have warned her. But the truth is that by Stage 3 I wanted her gone. Mirabella's inability to adapt was taking a visible toll. Her teeth were ground down to nubbins; her hair was falling out. ... her ribs were poking through her uniform. Her bright eyes had dulled to a sour whiskey color. But you couldn't sh.. | st-lucys-home karen-russell | Karen Russell |