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| ca0e656 | How the right hand became disabled would be a long story for the left to tell," he wrote to William Stephens Smith. "It was by one of those follies from which good cannot come, but ill may." | Joseph J. Ellis | ||
| 58387db | When Jefferson visited Adams in England in the spring of 1786, the two former revolutionaries were presented at court and George III ostentatiously turned his back on them both. Neither man ever forgot the insult or the friend standing next to him when it happened. | Joseph J. Ellis | ||
| 59efbbc | In his first year as president he received 1,881 letters, not including internal correspondence from his cabinet, and sent out 677 letters of his own. This | Joseph J. Ellis | ||
| 03db282 | Asked to explain the defeat, Adams put it succinctly: "In general, our Generals were out generalled.") Washington" | Joseph J. Ellis | ||
| d6b7ac1 | Though many historians have taken a compromise or split-the-different position over the ensuing years, the basic choice has remained constant, as historians have declared themselves Jeffersonian or Hamiltonians, committed individualists or dedicated nationalists, liberals or conservatives | Joseph J. Ellis | ||
| 8292373 | The Adams presidency, in fact, might be the classic example of the historical truism that inherited circumstances define the parameters within which presidential leadership takes shape, that history shapes presidents, rather than vice versa. | Joseph J. Ellis | ||
| 62d0ca8 | Having now finished the work assigned me," Washington solemnly said, "I retire from the great theatre of Action. . . . I here offer my Commission, and take my leave of all the enjoyments of public life." The man who had known how to stay the course now showed that he also understood how to leave it. Horses were waiting at the door immediately after Washington read his statement. The crowd gathered at the doorway to wave him off. It was the .. | Joseph J. Ellis | ||
| 868c07f | The five Pillars of Aristocracy," he argued, "are Beauty, Wealth, Birth, Genius and Virtues. Any one of the three first, can at any time, over bear any one or both of the two last." | Joseph J. Ellis | ||
| a7c6cf4 | They are, from this period, to be considered as Actors on a most conspicuous Theatre, which seems to be peculiarly designated by Providence for the display of human greatness and felicity. | Joseph J. Ellis | ||
| 393b893 | First, the achievement of the revolutionary generation was a collective enterprise that succeeded because of the diversity of personalities and ideologies present in the mix. Their interactions and juxtapositions generated a dynamic form of balance and equilibrium, not because any of them was perfect or infallible, but because their mutual imperfections and fallibilities, as well as their eccentricities and excesses, checked each other in m.. | Joseph J. Ellis | ||
| 9d91ba2 | I am not a Federalist, because I never submitted the whole system of my opinions to the creed of any party of men whatever. . . . Such an addiction is the last degredation of a free and moral agent. If I could not go to heaven but with a party, I would not go there at all. | Joseph J. Ellis | ||
| f41236d | Throughout most of his life, Washington's physical vigor had been one of his most priceless assets. A notch below six feet four and slightly above two hundred pounds, he was a full head taller than his male contemporaries. (John Adams claimed that the reason Washington was invariably selected to lead every national effort was that he was always the tallest man in the room.) A detached description of his physical features would have made him.. | Joseph J. Ellis | ||
| 8f5b7a3 | T]he revolutionary generation found a way to contain the explosive energies of the debate in the form of an ongoing argument or dialogue that was eventually institutionalized and rendered safe by the creation of political parties. | Joseph J. Ellis | ||
| 2d0aca3 | Only ten years after the passage and ratification of the Constitution, however, what were treasonable or seditious acts remained blurry and more problematic judgments without the historical sanction that only experience could provide. Lacking a consensus on what the American Revolution had intended and what the Constitution had settled, Federalists and Republicians alike were afloat in a sea of mutual accusations and partisan interpretation.. | Joseph J. Ellis | ||
| 22386c9 | Richard Russell, the segregationist senator from Georgia, warned President Lyndon Johnson that if he signed the Voting Rights Act, the Democratic Party would lose the South for the next thirty years, which turned out to be a conservative estimate. Johnson declared that the moral principle at stake was worth the political sacrifice, arguably an act of presidential leadership without parallel in the twentieth century. Most of the southern sta.. | Joseph J. Ellis | ||
| ddb4055 | She found the combination intriguing. Because there were three, at all times two sisters holding hands would be facing the same direction. And one would be facing a different way. No matter how you looked at it, two would always be united. And one would be separate. But which two? And which one? | Luanne Rice | ||
| 268743f | Drunk or just drinking, Skye had passed many hours trying not to think about the hunt, about the gun and Andrew Lockwood, about any of it. She had drunk to get loaded, to get wasted, to get happy, to get sad, because she loved the taste, because she was against killing animals, because her husband liked rough sex, because she had nightmares about snakes under her tent, because her father had stopped loving her, because she hated Swan Lake, .. | Luanne Rice | ||
| 792594b | Well, I left him in my room so my mother wouldn't see him." " 'Cause you hadn't convinced her to let you keep him yet," Mark said reasonably. "Did you leave the cats to keep him company?" "Yes," Augusta said. "And did they become best friends?" Maripat asked, happily sensing the end of the story. "No," Augusta said, knowing she was in too deep. "He ate them." | Luanne Rice | ||
| 3a4811d | What about Tiny?" Maripat asked shyly. "Well, I left him in my room so my mother wouldn't see him." " 'Cause you hadn't convinced her to let you keep him yet," Mark said reasonably. "Did you leave the cats to keep him company?" "Yes," Augusta said. "And did they become best friends?" Maripat asked, happily sensing the end of the story. "No," Augusta said, knowing she was in too deep. "He ate them." | Luanne Rice | ||
| 26c606f | Cat limbs all over the floor, chewed to the bone." "Mew-Mew, Licorice!" Maripat cried. Tearfully, Augusta told them about Tiny grinning at the end of Augusta's bed, covered with blood. His little tongue hanging out, a demoniacal mask on his face, his fangs dripping with blood as he sprang for her throat just before she slammed the door shut." | Luanne Rice | ||
| 294cf76 | She upset the kids. She told them a really awful story about a pet she had when she was little." "How bad could a pet story be?" "Well," Clea said, knowing this fell in the "only in our family" category, "it eviscerated her cats and could have killed my mother in her sleep. I'd say that's good for a few nightmares, wouldn't you?" | Luanne Rice | ||
| a34560a | EVERYONE THOUGHT QUINN was watching Meet the Press with Grandma, even Grandma. Lying on the sofa, covered with an afghan, Quinn had simply rolled off and stuffed pillows under the covers while Grandma stared at the screen. Then she had sidled upstairs, out her bedroom window, and down the oak tree growing right by the house. | Luanne Rice | ||
| e71be07 | The log stretched across the stream. It had been there for some time. Sticks, feathers, and debris had caught on stray branches protruding from one end. The stream flowed beneath the log, lazy and blackish-green, just before it widened and joined the Connecticut River. Pine trees grew thick along one bank, while reeds whispered along the other. | Luanne Rice | ||
| 540c52a | Something you always look for, but never know when it's going to happen | Luanne Rice | ||
| 38f3622 | Mexico--and I'm sure identifying | Luanne Rice | ||
| cd0ec79 | Jane's dream had ripped her heart from her chest, as if the past were a lion that could eat her alive. | Luanne Rice | ||
| 8f5640e | Jane put her hand on the calendar, as if she could take those days right in through her skin, her pores, into her blood and bones, hold them forever. But time didn't work that way. Time was all about the present. It was where you were and what you were doing, in any given moment, that gave life its meaning. | Luanne Rice | ||
| fe81901 | But we don't always go to church" -Emily "Caring about people doesn't just take place there. It's how you act out in the world, when no one is looking, where it really counts" -Dad" | Luanne Rice | ||
| cef3ed2 | But her life on this earth had taught her this: that love, in the end, was all that mattered. Friends, families, suitors, husbands: Goodness abounded in all of them. | Luanne Rice | ||
| a300c4a | she'd looked it up and read the definition ("deprived of the possession or use of something; lacking something needed, wanted, or expected")" | Luanne Rice | ||
| 66c9cf6 | liked the way Jane smiled at her--as if Jane was looking for and seeing the very best in Chloe. Not like teachers, always correcting you, trying to improve you, and not like parents, just waiting for you to do the next wrong thing, so they could shake their heads and let you know how disappointed they were in you. . . . | Luanne Rice | ||
| 0d91a6f | Jane seemed to just like her. She liked her without wanting anything in return: | Luanne Rice | ||
| 2bc667a | falling. | Luanne Rice | ||
| 7ae092d | We're keeping them alive," she said. "Sweetheart, the fence, the wall, is inhumane. People are dying." "That's their choice,"he actually said. "They come here illegally, that's the chance they take." "When did you get so hard?" she asked, holding his face between her hands. "They're human beings like us, looking for a better life for their families. You understand that, don't you? You did it for us." "It's a humanitarian crises," she said. .. | Luanne Rice | ||
| c33f059 | family | Luanne Rice | ||
| ddb0806 | without him--I wasn't sure I could go on breathing. But I did." "I know," Sylvie said. "It was because I loved him," Jane said. "And that's what love does. It takes hold of you so hard . . . takes hold of your breath. Your heart, your pulse, your thoughts, everything." | Luanne Rice | ||
| 8f3e4f4 | Love doesn't give you control--it takes control of you. | Luanne Rice | ||
| 5be4fd9 | You make it sound mad," Sylvie said. "As if it drives you crazy." | Luanne Rice | ||
| 1dcbd20 | Had Jane felt that way this whole time? Back when it had all happened, Sylvie remembered feeling really angry at her: Sylvie had chosen Brown partly so she could be at college with her sister. Then Jane had gotten pregnant and ruined everything. | Luanne Rice | ||
| cc48ebf | Who cared about those things? Didn't Peter know that it was impossible to make up for lost time? Three years was half of six years; every day, every minute in life was all its own, and could never be replaced with another. "When you love someone," she said, with her eyes shut tight, barely recognizing her own voice, "you want to be together whenever you can. If you want it badly enough, you just make the practical things work out." | Luanne Rice | ||
| 223578c | Violence merely increases hate . . . adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.' Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. | Luanne Rice | ||
| 78da56c | Stars were caught in the tree branches. She wished she could keep stars in her pocket, just to give him every time she saw him. | Luanne Rice | ||
| 3aeffe0 | One day she would recall this very twilit evening and the sight of her children dancing on the shore and then... Yes, then she would wish she had stopped to hold their chubby hands and play tag along with them. | Mary Alice Monroe | ||
| 409604e | Spring was in the air--ripe, verdant, full of promise. And with the spring came the rush and clamor of weddings. Marietta | Mary Alice Monroe |