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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9007ab7 | No one seemed to understand that she hadn't chosen to be standoffish. That was simply a byproduct of what she'd been through. | Brenda Novak | ||
| fc9225a | Internal | Brenda Novak | ||
| 20510d6 | what would happen after the tour. The thought of not seeing him daily filled her chest with a hollow ache. | Brenda Novak | ||
| 34d702a | Professor O'Leary was Professor of Mediaeval Literature at Ann Arbor University in Michigan, just outside Detroit. | Nevil Shute | ||
| 15ba86b | Onigumo: "You, young lass.." Kaede: "It's Kaede." Onigumo: "Yes... Your sister possesses what is known as the Shikon Jewel, does she not?" Kaede: "What would ye know about the jewel?" Onigumo: "All who are wicked know of it, and pursue it." Kaede: "Ye included?" Onigumo: "I understand that the more evil the jewel absorbs, the more evil it becomes; outstanding." | onigumo | Rumiko Takahashi | |
| b7b2772 | Our self-esteem and conceit are European, but our culture and actions are Asiatic. | Anton Chekhov | ||
| 0043902 | woman told her on her first visit. "Otherwise I'll never hear you and you'll stand out here for days." "Hold your horses, I'm here, I'm here," a familiar voice calls now, from the other side of the door. When it flies open, Clara momentarily expects, as always, to find herself looking at an adolescent tomboy with red pigtails," | Wendy Markham | ||
| 450a7c4 | I'm ready to go celebrate now! | Wendy Markham | ||
| 0709d60 | Man will only become better when you make him see what he is like. | Anton Chekhov | ||
| 00a9ce5 | How intolerable people are sometimes who are happy and successful in everything. | Anton Chekhov | ||
| 5d29076 | There is no Monday which will not give its place to Tuesday. | Anton Chekhov | ||
| 01114ce | So ignorance increases ignorance, and knowledge | Stephen R. Donaldson | ||
| 45dc618 | Something in her expression made Covenant feel that he came from a very poor world, where no one knew or cared about healing stoneware pots. | Stephen R. Donaldson | ||
| 61d5f09 | But to himself he responded, Ashamed? Ashamed? His face contorted in a wild grimace. Beware! Outcast unclean! | Stephen R. Donaldson | ||
| 2cfabc4 | he felt as tired as if he had spent the whole night shouting at himself. While | Stephen R. Donaldson | ||
| 7e8ccd9 | When many matters press you, consider friendship first. | Stephen R. Donaldson | ||
| 61cea0b | Their flat, unreadable faces showed no signs of youth or age, as if their relationship with time was somehow ambivalent; and | Stephen R. Donaldson | ||
| 2f80b68 | Admonitions took over the ravaged playground of his mind. | Stephen R. Donaldson | ||
| 7c9b749 | There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken." ~Thomas Covenant" | Stephen R. Donaldson | ||
| b37614b | Involuntarily, she stopped, jerked up her head, looked around her like a frightened woman. They weren't car horns: they were wind instruments | Stephen R. Donaldson | ||
| f96da02 | experience | Stephen R. Donaldson | ||
| 982f5ac | It said that the mission's copying costs were too high, so would she please type two hundred fifty copies of the attached letter in addition to her other duties. | Stephen R. Donaldson | ||
| 576fa52 | When the emergency brappers went of they did what any dedicated, well-trained and quick-minded Service personnel would do; they paniced. From the short story What Makes Us Human. | realism science-fiction | Stephen R. Donaldson | |
| a12c2c8 | There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken. | Stephen R. Donaldson | ||
| 111d3a6 | Courage is for the lean. I am wiser. | Stephen R. Donaldson | ||
| 85557d9 | So now you think the augury was misinterpreted. It said you had to go get someone. It didn't say who that someone was. | Stephen R. Donaldson | ||
| 7512d14 | Your mother would break my pate if she knew how I risked you." "Father," Myste replied like a sun, "all children must be risked. Mother knows that. How else are we to discover ourselves?" King Jose and Myste (p. 908)" | family-relationships growth risk | Stephen R. Donaldson | |
| c1f635a | Please, sweetie, let me explain." Taking a deep breath, Sara tried to gather her thoughts before proceeding. "It goes farther back, to your great-great-great-grandfather, Wilhelm Grimm, and his brother, Jacob." "The Grimms. Do you mean the ones who wrote the fairy tales?" "Yes, the very same. And" | Chanda Hahn | ||
| 494708d | No teneis acaso otra hija? -No-dijo el hombre-, solo tenemos una Cenicienta, pequena e ingenua, de mi difunta esposa, pero es imposible que ella sea la novia. El hijo del rey dijo que fueran a buscarla, pero la madre respondio: -Ay, no, esta demasiado sucia, no puede dejarse ver. Pero el insistio en verla a toda costa y tuvieron que llamar a Cenicienta. Ella se lavo primero las manos y la cara, fue luego hasta alli y se inclino ante el hijo.. | Jacob Grimm Wilhelm Grimm | ||
| 5d4c337 | Entonces fue hacia la cama y corrio las cortinas: la abuela estaba alli tumbada, con el gorro de dormir bien calado y un aspecto muy raro. -!Ay, abuela, que orejas tan grandes tienes! -Para asi pode oirte mejor. -!Ay, abuela, que ojos tan grandes tienes! -Para asi poder verte mejor. -!Ay, abuela, que manos tan grandes tienes! -Para asi poder cogerte mejor. -!Ay, abuela, que boca tan grande y tan horrible tienes! -Para asi poder comerte mejo.. | Jacob Grimm Wilhelm Grimm | ||
| 591194c | GRIMM'S FAIRY TALES The Brothers Grimm CLASSIC BOOK SERIES ISBN: 9781532404566 This edition published in 2017 by Classic Book Series Grimm's Fairy Tales/ The Brothers Grimm. - Classic Book Series Edition | Jacob Grimm | ||
| fbcf61f | There was no peace inside the bounds spanned by God's Peace. Because men did not just demand submission to the Will of God, they demanded submission to themselves. Nor could they agree what the Will of God might be. | Glen Cook | ||
| 20bc36e | A grimy fly can soil the entire wall and a small, dirty little act can ruin the entire proceedings. | Anton Chekhov | ||
| dedbb26 | We all have our pasts. I suspect we keep them nebulous not because we are hiding from our yesterdays but because we think we will cut more romantic figures if we roll our eyes and dispense delicate hints about beautiful women forever beyond our reaches. Those men whose stories I have uprooted are running from the law, not a tragic love affair. | Glen Cook | ||
| 10573cb | When I reflect on my companions' inner natures I usually wish I controlled one small talent. I wish I could look inside them and unmask the darks and brights that move them. Then I take a quick look into the jungle of my own soul and thank heaven that I cannot. Any man who barely sustains an armistice with himself has no business poking around in an alien soul. | Glen Cook | ||
| 514059b | That is something I like to look at with any villain. What twists and knots went into the thread tying the creature at Charm to the little girl who was? Consider little children. There are not many of them not cute and lovable and precious, sweet as whipped honey and butter. So where do all the wicked people come from? I walk through our barracks and wonder how a giggling, inquisitive toddler could have become a Three Fingers, a Jolly, or a.. | Glen Cook | ||
| 286fcb1 | Mercy's platoon hastily established a strongpoint near the Rubbish Gate and held off all three cohorts. Most of our men were killed, but none ran. Mercy himself lost an eye, a finger, was wounded in shoulder and hip, and had more than a hundred holes in his shield when help arrived. He came to me more dead than alive. In the end, the mutineers scattered rather than face the rest of the Black Company. | Glen Cook | ||
| 996baa2 | Okay, Croaker. What the hell happened?" "I don't know. The falling sickness?" "Give him some of his own soup," somebody suggested. "Serve him right." A tin cup appeared. We forced its contents down his throat. His eye clicked open. "What are you trying to do? Poison me? Feh! What was that? Boiled sewage?" "Your soup," I told him." | medicine | Glen Cook | |
| 7e9c584 | I reserve the right to be unreasonable, inconsistent, and arbitrary in an unreasonable, inconsistent, and arbitrary universe. | Glen Cook | ||
| 9574681 | Evil is relative, Annalist. You can't hang a sign on it. You can't touch it or taste it or cut it with a sword. Evil depends on where you are standing, pointing your indicting finger. | Glen Cook | ||
| 78b94b4 | An army without faith in itself is beaten more surely than an army defeated in battle. | Glen Cook | ||
| ad96683 | About you and me, Croaker and his gang, the Lady, Silent, Darling. About all the things we had in common but still couldn't get along." "I didn't see all that much you had in common. Not once you got past having the same enemies." "Neither did I for a long time. And none of them saw it, either. Else we all might have tried a little harder." I tried to look like I gave a shit at three in the morning. "Basically we're all lonely, unhappy peop.. | Glen Cook | ||
| 12beef0 | Seems to know you," the Captain observed. "He thought I was dead." Jalena rejoined his party. He gabbled and pointed. Pale-faced men looked our way. They argued briefly, then the whole lot fled the garden. Raven did not explain. Instead, he said, "Shall we get to business?" "Care to illuminate what just happened?" The Captain's voice had a dangerous softness. "No." "Better reconsider. Your presence could endanger the whole Company." "It won.. | Glen Cook | ||
| d72b6eb | I snuck a glance at her. She wore a teasing little smile. I shifted my attention to the fighting. What she did to me, just sitting there, amidst the fury of the end of the world, was more frightening than the prospect of a death in battle. I am too old to boil like a horny fifteen-year-old. | Glen Cook |