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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3506d17 | No ambitions? And how have you contrived to escape those widespread maladies? | James Hilton | ||
| eb82270 | And, most precious of all, you will have Time--that rare and lovely gift that your Western countries have lost the more they have pursued it. | James Hilton | ||
| f031fe0 | He recognized that they were likely to have far more personal reasons for anxiety than he had himself. Mallinson, for instance, was engaged to a girl in England; Barnard might be married; Miss Brinklow had her work, vocation, or however she might regard it. Mallinson, incidentally, was by far the least composed; as the hours passed he showed himself increasingly excitable--apt, also, to resent to Conway's face the very coolness which he had.. | James Hilton | ||
| 14a465d | 1916.... The Somme Battle. Twenty-three names read out one Sunday evening. | James Hilton | ||
| df86cda | Once, asked for his opinion of bayonet practice being carried on near the cricket pavilion, he answered, with that lazy, slightly asthmatic intonation that had been so often and so extravagantly imitated: "It seems--to me--umph--a very vulgar way of killing people." The yarn was passed on and joyously appreciated--how Chips had told some big brass hat from the War Office that bayonet fighting was vulgar. Just like Chips. And they found an a.. | James Hilton | ||
| d29bc24 | that he was both more and less experienced than the youngest new boy at the School might well be; and that, that paradox of age and youth, was what the world called progress. | James Hilton | ||
| 0c7ece3 | suspicion had sometimes been current that he really was as unruffled as he looked, and that whatever happened, he did not give a damn. But this, too, like the laziness, was an imperfect interpretation. What most observers failed to perceive in him was something quite bafflingly simple--a love of quietness, contemplation, and being alone. | James Hilton | ||
| d7fa90f | If you'd had all the experiences I've had, you'd know that there are times in life when the most comfortable thing is to do nothing at all. | James Hilton | ||
| 8a9f0e2 | What most observers failed to perceive in him was something quite bafflingly simple--a love of quietness, contemplation, and being alone. | James Hilton | ||
| 683f3fc | There was also in his nature a trait which some people might have called laziness, though it was not quite that. No one was capable of harder work, when it had to be done, and few could better shoulder responsibility; but the facts remained that he was not passionately fond of activity, and did not enjoy responsibility at all. Both were included in his job, and he made the best of them, but he was always ready to give way to any one else wh.. | James Hilton | ||
| 4905aa8 | dilettanti. | James Hilton | ||
| 91b6729 | Freud called the first stage of life "polymorphous perverse." At birth infants are so undifferentiated that they have the capacity to receive erotic stimulation at every aperture of the body and any area of skin: from either or both sexes; from animals, food, objects, colors, currents of air, gradations of temperature. As we grow older, become socialized, and develop identity, the satisfactions we pursue become more specific." | Nancy Friday | ||
| e208f38 | Nancy, you know I'm not really good at this mothering business," she says. "You're a lovely child, the fault is not with you. But motherhood doesn't come easily to me. So when I don't seem like other people's mothers, try to understand that it isn't because I don't love you. I do. But I'm confused myself. There are some things I know about. I'll teach them to you. The other stuff- sex, love and all that - well, I just can't discuss them wit.. | Nancy Friday | ||
| ecf7895 | Forever after men sense the forbidding shadow of the primitive, preoedipal mother behind every woman to whom they are attracted. To escape this (..) they are usually attracted to women younger than they. | Nancy Friday | ||
| 97d8132 | You only have till Friday," Yoko pointed out. That" | Jane O'Connor | ||
| c7d5006 | His adult teeth were still emerging, and when he smiled his eyes seemed to disappear. | Isabel Allende | ||
| c4a3622 | condo in San Jose that's worth somewhere in the neighborhood of $750,000 | J.A. Jance | ||
| 2345712 | license | J.A. Jance | ||
| 6da9463 | La curiosidad es la madre de todos los pecados, pero tambien de todas las ciencias. | curiosidad pecado | Isabel Allende | |
| 29e25e7 | Tomorrow evening, about the time Mina was | J.A. Jance | ||
| cc16e76 | I wouldn't want to make it look like a gardener's garden, all clipped an' spick an' span, would you?" he said. "It's nicer like this with things runnin' wild, an' swingin' an' catchin' hold of each other." "Don't let us make it tidy," said Mary anxiously. "It wouldn't seem like a secret garden if it was tidy." | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| f4f71d6 | It's a method for making the tough trade-off between lots of good things and a few really great things. | Greg McKeown | ||
| db6793f | SARA CREWE OR WHAT HAPPENED AT MISS MINCHIN'S BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1891 Copyright, 1888, by CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 23ed7b3 | Miss St. John!" she exclaimed severely. "What do you mean by such conduct? Remove your elbows! Take your ribbon out of your mouth! Sit up at once!" Upon which Miss St. John gave another jump, and when Lavinia and Jessie tittered she became redder than ever--so red, indeed, that she almost looked as if tears were coming into her poor, dull, childish eyes; and Sara saw her and was so sorry for her that she began rather to like her and want to.. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 54b7512 | Sara went to it and sat down. She was a queer child, as I have said before, and quite unlike other children. She seldom cried. She did not cry now. She laid her doll, Emily, across her knees, and put her face down upon her, and her arms around her, and sat there, her little black head resting on the black crape, not saying one word, not making one sound. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| ec45df5 | It really was a very strange feeling she had about Emily. It arose from her being so desolate. She did not like to own to herself that her only friend, her only companion, could feel and hear nothing. She wanted to believe, or to pretend to believe, that Emily understood and sympathized with her, that she heard her even though she did not speak in answer. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 6287129 | They know you are stronger than they are, because you are strong enough to hold in your rage and they are not, and they say stupid things they wish they hadn't said afterward. There's nothing so strong as rage, except what makes you hold it in--that's stronger. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| a6fc335 | I like you! I like you!" she cried out, pattering down the walk; and she chirped and tried to whistle, which last she did not know how to do in the least. But the robin seemed to be quite satisfied and chirped and whistled back at her." | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 79760d2 | If she had cried and sobbed and seemed frightened, Miss Minchin might almost have had more patience with her. She was a woman who liked to domineer and feel her power, and as she looked at Sara's pale little steadfast face and heard her proud little voice, she felt quite as if her mind was being set at naught. | dignity pride | Frances Hodgson Burnett | |
| 94934c6 | Sara, who snatched her lessons at all sorts of untimely hours from tattered and discarded books, and who had a hungry craving for everything readable, was often severe upon them in her small mind. They had books they never read; she had no books at all. If she had always had something to read, she would not have been so lonely. She liked romances and history and poetry; she would read anything. There was a sentimental housemaid in the estab.. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 00df813 | It sounds nicer than it seems in the book," she would say. "I never cared about Mary, Queen of Scots, before, and I always hated the French Revolution, but you make it seem like a story." "It is a story," Sara would answer. "They are all stories. Everything is a story--everything in this world. You are a story--I am a story--Miss Minchin is a story. You can make a story out of anything." | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 484088f | Donde cuides una rosa, muchacho, No puede crecer un cardo | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 3617072 | Whats'ever 'appens to you -- whats'ever -- you'd be a princess all the same -- an' nothin' couldn't make you nothin' different. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 55f93dd | When the square suddenly seemed to begin to glow in an enchanted way and look wonderful in spite of its sooty trees and railings, Sara knew something was going on in the sky; and when it was at all possible to leave the kitchen without being missed or called back, she invariably stole away and crept up the flights of stairs, and, climbing on the old table, got her head and body as far out of the window as possible. When she had accomplished.. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| d557393 | Le pido perdon por haberme reido, si lo considera una ofensa -replico por fin-; pero no me disculpare por pensar.>> | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| c6579fd | And they both began to laugh over nothings as children will when they are happy together. And they laughed so that in the end they were making as much noise as if they had been two ordinary healthy natural ten-year-old creatures--instead of a hard, little, unloving girl and a sickly boy who believed that he was going to die. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 8c6b5e3 | She had seen other children go away, and had heard their fathers and mothers talk about the letters they received from them. She had known that she would be obliged to go also, and though sometimes her father's stories of the voyage and the new country had attracted her, she had been troubled by the thought that he could not stay with her. "Couldn't you go to that place with me, papa?" she had asked when she was five years old. "Couldn't yo.. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 417f969 | If you are four you are four," she said severely to Lavinia on an occasion of her having--it must be confessed--slapped Lottie and called her "a brat"; "but you will be five next year, and six the year after that. And," opening large, convicting eyes, "it takes sixteen years to make you twenty." "Dear me," said Lavinia, "how we can calculate!" In fact, it was not to be denied that sixteen and four made twenty--and twenty was an age the most.. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 2229979 | Where is she?" Sara paused a moment. Because she had been told that her mamma was in heaven, she had thought a great deal about the matter, and her thoughts had not been quite like those of other people. "She went to heaven," she said. "But I am sure she comes out sometimes to see me--though I don't see her. So does yours. Perhaps they can both see us now. Perhaps they are both in this room." Lottie sat bolt upright, and looked about her. S.. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| a0c9758 | It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 1276a1e | Scientific people are always curious and I am going to be scientific. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| ee83289 | I could scatter largess to the populace. But even if I am only a pretend princess, I can invent little things to do for people. Things like this. She was just as happy as if it was largess. I'll pretend that to do things people like is scattering largess. I've scattered largess. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| b2ba936 | lad--what's names to th' Joy Maker, | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| e7baf78 | Sara curled herself up in the window-seat, opened a book, and began to read. It was a book about the French Revolution, and she was soon lost in a harrowing picture of the prisoners in the Bastille--men who had spent so many years in dungeons that when they were dragged out by those who rescued them, their long, gray hair and beards almost hid their faces, and they had forgotten that an outside world existed at all, and were like beings in .. | Frances Hodgson Burnett |