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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6d69b7f | Life at its longest is short, make the most of it while you still can.' How true that was. | Martina Cole | ||
| afbecee | One thing she knew was that no matter what happened to you, no matter how bad life got, happiness - true happiness - was a state of mind. | Martina Cole | ||
| cecb03f | He healeth those that are broken in heart: and giveth medicine to heal their sickness. 147:1 Prayer Book , 1662 | Martina Cole | ||
| 3120a2f | Now she knew why her mum had kept such a close eye on her; she wasn't interfering as such, she had just understood that there were people in this world who were capable of causing great hurt as well as great sadness for young girls. | Martina Cole | ||
| 537ee23 | There were other ways of battering women too, ways that did not involve physical violence, and Kate sometimes thought that the mental battering was worse. | Martina Cole | ||
| 0d95ccb | Your mum is gone, but you are a part of her legacy - while you live, she will never really be dead. You have her blood in your veins, and her wisdom in your mind. Your child will be a part of her even though she is gone. | Martina Cole | ||
| c3c3558 | The half is greater than the whole Hesiod, ca. 700 BC | Martina Cole | ||
| 6388027 | Women loved their babies from the second they pushed them into the world; they were programmed to love them, feed them, and protect them, no matter what. | Martina Cole | ||
| b9c633b | You prayed at the holy shrine Still the guru wouldn't receive you You've seen so many signs Still they call you a non-believer Alabama 3, 'Come On Home' Album: Power in the Blood, 2002 | Martina Cole | ||
| 4b1a7c4 | There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy. Jean Anouilh | Martina Cole | ||
| 9151419 | be careful what you ask for, you just might get it. Never was a truer word spoken. | Martina Cole | ||
| 0b0cfdb | I rather regretted that I did not myself have a sister who was a friend and with whom I could compare myself, the better to understand both my singularity and our commonality. | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 32bb183 | Beware the treachery of words, Mrs Sparrow. They mean one thing to one person and the opposite to another. | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 2322de2 | Perhaps Vulnerability was a land that, for some people, could never be entirely traversed. | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 5a4dd40 | Quiza mi vida no es mas que una serie de momentos de vestirse y desvestirse de nuevo para la tarea en cuestion. | life-philosophy | Sena Jeter Naslund | |
| 0e4f1a0 | Como puede uno comer cuando el corazon esta ocupado? | love | Sena Jeter Naslund | |
| 6ad5f85 | What do you think of God," I asked, "for testing the loyalty of Job?" "I think it is wrong for the strong to test the weak, though it is natural for the weak to test the strong." | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 409b318 | Do you know why sailors wear gold in their ears?" Uncle asked me. "It was the law, long ago, that a sailor had to have on his person enough gold to bury him should he wash ashore. So the seaside folk wouldn't be out of pocket at the funeral expense." | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| f7e8e71 | And every morning my heart will rise to meet the sea, which is what we know here on earth of infinity and change. | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 73b9694 | Los buenos actos resuenan a nuestro paso, mucho tiempo despues de que hayamos olvidado haberlos realizado. | commonwealth peace | Sena Jeter Naslund | |
| 9db39bc | I opened my letter to Margaret by describing the scene--I always enjoy receiving a letter when the writer locates himself or herself in a definite place, and I like to know if there is a cup of tea at hand, or how the light is falling in the room or beyond the window. Such descriptions transcend the barriers of time and space and give reader and writer the illusion that they are together. | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 08f1fcb | there is a great debate in Kentucky, south of us, near Tennessee, between those who believe in free will and those who hold with predestination. I have always believed I was free. | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 17f9a40 | She sat still, I thought, and yet she traveled. And when one stitches, the mind travels, not the way men do, with ax and oxen through the wilderness, but surely our traveling counted too, as motion. And I thought of the patience of the stitches. Writing a book, I thought, which men often do, but women only rarely, has the posture of sewing. One hand leads, and the other hand helps. And books, like quilts, are made, one word at a time, one s.. | mind quilt travels | Sena Jeter Naslund | |
| ab5981b | Let me know that into the knot of self comes the thread called time, and that what I am, disgraced or blessed, came from what I was, goes to what I yet may be. | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 8dc26b8 | Whenever a noise exceeds our processing abilities--we can't decipher all the different sound waves hitting our hair cells-- the mind . . . stops trying to understand the individual notes and seeks instead to understand the relationships between the notes. The human auditory cortex pulls off this feat by using it's short- term memory for sound (in the left posterior hemisphere) to uncover patterns at the large level of the phrase, motif.. | Brian Boyd | ||
| 0c10dd5 | I guess I was dimly aware--way out there on the periphery of my consciousness--of what I was doing to the poor abused corpus of old mother earth, and I did recycle (when I got around to it, which was maybe twice a year), and I thought a lot about packaging. I | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| ef89d45 | His shirt, which seemed to be fashioned from a synthetic fabric composed of Handi-Wrap and styrofoam, featured a pair of bleeding eyeballs and a slick pink tongue that plunged into the depths of his waistband. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 76106bf | The jukebox started up with the sound of shattering glass and rocks against the flanks of buses. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 6506a07 | To complete the ensemble, he wore a jeweled rapier at his side, a floppy hat surmounted by a three-foot yellow plume, and so many silver and brass buckles he actually jingled like a sack of coins as his mount picked its way up the road. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 961f5b6 | they were convicted of high treason and armed rebellion against the authority of the Crown (the brick constituting, for Stephanus' purposes, a potentially lethal weapon--lethal, in any case, to manorial windows). | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| f3cb5c7 | You can't be serious," he said. "You mean this is the big secret, this is why you screwed us all over--because of some forgotten shit that went down hundreds of years ago?" | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 5afa7c5 | I'd watched Samantha | T.C. Boyle | ||
| dc107eb | But for now--for this thumping, glorious, wind-scoured moment--he was sailing. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 7cccadc | She was wearing some sort of fur hat pulled down to her eyes and a raccoon coat over a flesh-colored body stocking. And boots. Red, blue, yellow and orange frilled and spangled high-heeled cowgirl boots. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 78641e1 | The first time they'd docked at Peterskill there'd been a bunch of jerks waiting for them with signs that read WAKE UP, AMERICA: PETERSKILL DID!, and at Cold Spring a troop of big-armed women in what looked like nurses' uniforms had showed up to wave flags as if they had a patent on them. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 847e677 | For some strange reason, probably having to do with the moon shot, UFOs and the accoustic quality of the snow-laden air, her voice seemed to boom out across the water as if she were leading cheers through a megaphone. Someone handed her the joint. She inhaled, and was quiet. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| efdda26 | At that, Jeremias idly swung the war club to his shoulder, where the weight of the ball bowed it like the arm of a catapult. The door stood open still and the elemental scent of the land rose to his nostrils, a scent of vitality and decay, of birth and death. He looked the Jongheer full in the face. "Come and get me," he said." | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 43320c4 | And music. What would a wedding be without it? | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 94939ef | But it was on now, humming to life: a flicker, an adjustment of the dial, a new announcer, his voice shaken and hollow. Then the first image appeared, and it was devastating, the real world, the world of hate and pain and horror, slamming right into her like a clenched fist. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| b5d5553 | He wanted enlightenment just as she did, just as they all did. "Right," he said, handing her back the flyer, "but where do I park?" | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 9d36c87 | The earth was running out of resources, global warming was beginning to be recognized as science fact and not science fiction, and if man was to evolve to play a part in things instead of being just another doomed organism on a doomed planet, if the technosphere was going to replace pure biological processes, then sooner or later we'd have to seed life elsewhere--on Mars, to begin with. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 8b9d8d6 | If those committed to the quest fail, they will be forgiven. The moral imperative of humanism is the endeavor alone, whether successful or not, provided the effort is honorable and the failure memorable. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| b020853 | HIV, AIDS and maybe even Ebola pulsing through the circulatory pathways of our criminally expanding species, pandemic, everything a pandemic, apocalypse festering in the blood. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 067cd18 | My fellow drivers, riding their brakes and clinging to the wheel as if it were some kind of voodoo fetish that would protect them against drunks, curves, potholes, errant coyotes and sheet metal carved into knives, went to pieces the minute the first drop hit the windshield. | T. Coraghessan Boyle |