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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8d5a56d | Fate always pays attention to what you think, then slams it up your fucken ass. | D.B.C. Pierre | ||
| 607d016 | The glad circle round them yield their soulsTo festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall. | Merriment | ||
| e3489b7 | the public entertainment of any period distinguishing the period as clearly as its so-called politics, | John Irving | ||
| eb8edbb | Olive Wellwood told no stories about Goldthorpe, or the Gullfoss mine. She had packed away the slag-heaps and winding-gear, the little house in Morton Row, with its dark uninhabited parlour, its animated kitchen and pocket-sized garden, the ever-present stink of the ash pits across the yards, and the grime that floated onto the strips of lace curtain. She had packed it away in what she saw in her mind as a roped parcel, in oiled silk, with .. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| 4a595d3 | She remembered the tale she had told to herself of the young woman carrying the packet containing the deaths of Pete and Petey, the young woman walking endlessly in grim weather across the moors, with the unopened packet. There was no room in that packet, for this. She thought of the forest of coeval boys, all eternally present, crowding her room, and the old Olive thought idly, this is a story, there is a story in this. And then she saw th.. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| 317f09d | I wanted to be a Poet and a Poem. | neo-victorian possession | A.S. Byatt | |
| 68613c8 | My Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have. I hesitate to go out. If you opened the little gate, I would not hop away--but oh how I sing in my gold cage | A.S. Byatt | ||
| 0eba35e | Taka mina p'rvata ot tezi d'lgi stranni noshchi. Posreshchashe go s ozhestochena strast, podobna na negovata, i s niakakvo poznanie, zashchoto iztr'gvashe udovolstvieto si ot nego, raztvariashe se, za da go poluchi, i se vkopchvashe v nego s nak'sani zhivotinski vikove. Galeshe go po kosata i tseluvashe slepoochiiata mu, no s nikakvo tselenasocheno dvizhenie ne se opitvashe da mu dostavi udovolstvie kato na m'zh - i prez vsichki tezi noshch.. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| b8ebfaa | Mnogo po-k'sno toi se s'budi v pros'nitsa i reshi, che chuva moreto, koeto ot tazi staia ne beshe nev'zmozhno, no posle os'zna, che tia bezshumno khlipa. Protegna r'ka i tia nesr'chno pritisna litse v'v vrata mu - ne za utekha, a s niakak'v sliap natisk, za da zabravi. - Kakvo ima, mila? - Kak mozhem da go ponesem? - Koe? - Tova. Tova kratko prebroeno vreme. Kak mozhem da go prospim? - Mozhem da m'lchim zaedno i da se prestruvame - pon.. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| fb0a280 | In the heyday of the campus novel "you could afford farce," explains A.S. Byatt, because universities were intensely hopeful, whereas "now they're terrified and cowering and underfinanced and overexamined and overbureaucratised" (qtd. in Edemariam 34)." | Maggie Berg | ||
| c1b26e5 | Ze probeerde zich zondig te voelen. Maar haar geest wendde zich af, naar waar hij levend was. | zonde zonden | A.S. Byatt | |
| 918c095 | On the first occasion Mrs Papagay had met her, there had been a discussion of the process of grief, and Mrs Jesse had nodded sagely, "I know that. I have felt that,' like a kind of tragic chorus. 'I have felt everything; I know everything. I don't want any new emotion. I know what it is to feel like a stoan." -- | A.S. Byatt | ||
| c194cd1 | And Swedenborg himself saw birds during his sojourns in the Spirit World and it was revealed to him that -- in the Grand Man -- rational concepts are seen as birds. Because the head corresponds to the heavens and the air. He actually experienced in his body the fall of certain angels who had formed wrong opinions in their community about thoughts and influx -- he felt a terrible tremor in his sinews and bones -- and saw one dark and ugly bi.. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| 53ca936 | ls the Conjugial Angel stone That here he stands with heavy head The backward-looking pillared dead Inert, moss-covered, aIl alone? The Holy Ghost trawls ln the Void, With fleshly Sophy on His Hook The Sons of God crowd round to look At plumpy limbs to be enjoyed The Greater Man casts out the line With dangling Sophy as the lure Who howls around the Heavens' colure To clasp the Human Form Divine Rose-petals fall from fallen hair That in the.. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| c475a3a | Biakha detsa na takova vreme i takava kultura, koiato se otnasiashe s nedoverie k'm liubovta, vliubvaneto, romantichnata liubov, romantikata izobshcho, i v'preki tova, siakash za da si otm'sti, ne spirashe da b'lva seksualen ezik, slovesna seksualnost, analiz, disektsiia, dekonstruktiviz'm, ogolvane. Teoretichno biakha dobre podkovani, zashchoto znaekha za falokratsiiata i zavistta k'm penisa, za punktuatsiiata, punktsiiata i pronikvaneto, .. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| 927a3cd | Toi zhiveeshe v romans, ednovremenno vulgaren i izt'nchen, t'kmo romans't beshe edna ot sistemite, na koito beshe podvlasten, t'i kato za dobro ili zlo - i rano ili k'sno - pochti vseki obitatel na zapadniia sviat e podvlasten na romansovite ochakvaniia. Podozirashe, che romans't triabva da ost'pi pred sotsialniia realiz'm dori ako esteticheskiiat temperament na vremeto se buntuvashe sreshchu tova. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| 820e78b | Infatti devi sapere che io avevo un fratello gemello, bello come il giorno, e gentile come un cerbiatto, e sano come pane fresco e burro. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| f113e91 | Ti koia si? Tuk na nai-visokata politsa az stoia zatvorena, smalena v pokrita s paiazhini st'klenitsa, kato dreven prilep izsushena. A kakva bila si? Zlatolikiiat bog me razpalvashe, peekh s krias'tsi, vs'shchnost pishchiakh, tazi negova zhar me raziazhdashe, beshe negov, ne moi onzi glas. Kakvo vizhdash? Vidiakh tv'rd bez osnova kak krepi nebesata, vidiakh kak pokrova v'rkhu Tsezar namiatat. Na kakvo se nadiavash? Strastta e og'n potushe.. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| 473fa3a | You will not be here--I shall not be here--much longer.' | love mortality time | A.S. Byatt | |
| c117da1 | Randolph Henry Ash's Proserpine had been seen as a Victorian reflection of religious doubt, a meditation on the myths of resurrection. Lord Leighton had painted her, distraught and floating, a golden figure in a tunnel of darkness. Blackadder | A.S. Byatt | ||
| 3eff287 | She looked, quickly, quickly, it was better than before, thanked him and averted her eyes. She came to trust him with her disintegration. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| da1cc11 | The black thing in her brain and the dark water on the page were the same thing, a form of knowledge. This is how myths work. They are things, creatures, stories, inhabiting the mind. They cannot be explained and do not explain; they are neither creeds nor allegories. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| f4ca678 | Born as we are into a fallen race of sinners, we all tend to be selfish. We want things our way. We want what we want when we want it. Good parents do their best to train and discipline that selfishness out of us, and good teachers and pastors reinforce the lesson. But that self-centered tendency is deep-rooted, and it almost always requires hand-to-hand combat in the arena of life where the wants of self are pitted against the needs of oth.. | duties family marriage selfishness | Michael W Smith | |
| c5f084f | The grunge, corruption, immorality, and violence that critics like to call reality are not reality at all. They are blights on reality, as rust is a blight on metal, mold is a blight on food, and pond scum is a blight on water. The true reality is found beneath the blight and what God created in the beginning - the perfection of the world as he originally made it. Only the good that God created is real. We came along and added the corruptio.. | truth | Michael W Smith | |
| d22a059 | It's impossible to park on Tremont or even idle there for more than thirty seconds. A platoon of meter maids, imported from the female Hitler Youth shortly after the fall of Berlin, roam the street, at least two to a block, pit bull faces on top of fire hydrant bodies, just waiting for someone stupid enough to stall traffic on their street. | Dennis Lehane | ||
| c703562 | There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel. | Anthony Trollope | ||
| 4bba2f4 | I'll leave," I retorted, finally regaining my cool, "but if the other customers are scared of anything, it's your own contumeliousness." "My what?" she asked, looking perplexed. "It's a vocabulary word," I said triumphantly. "Look it up." -- | Chris Archer | ||
| 81d0b58 | of our jobs are bad jobs, but they're the kind held by people in the background. People who are getting by. People who don't play pool that well. | Michael Marshall Smith | ||
| 39c2180 | though we all inhabit the same place during the day, at night each one of us is hurled into a several world. | Michael Marshall Smith | ||
| 87fdec4 | Wherever you go, and whatever you do, the first thing you're going to see in the morning, and the last thing at night, is the inside of your own head. An unchanging landscape, a still photograph. | Michael Marshall Smith | ||
| fea58da | When you're born a light is switched on, a light which shines up through your life. As you get older the light still reaches you, sparkling as it comes up through your memories. And if you're lucky as you travel forward through time, you'll bring the whole of yourself along with you, gathering your skirts and leaving nothing behind, nothing to obscure the light. But if a Bad Thing happens part of you is seared into place, and trapped for ev.. | Michael Marshall Smith | ||
| 63bd87d | The mind is like a pool of water, and rain falls as you age. The water gets deeper, and looks so still: occasionally some stray thought or impulse betrays its depths, but seldom. But deep down underneath, right at the bottom, there may be something lying on the bottom. Something that died a long time ago, something rotted and foul that belies the pool's still surface. Alkland had just seen a bubble rise from the bottom, had smelt the stench.. | Michael Marshall Smith | ||
| 65fa5b6 | People always find it so frustrating that there's no structure they can see, that they just have to follow the river downstream and see what they find. They want to know the plot so they can guess the end, because they're afraid of what it might be. I can understand that, even though I know it's not the way things work. I never know what the hell's going to happen next, but I can live with that. | Michael Marshall Smith | ||
| d8ddaf7 | the kind of beards which make you look like you've glued a racoon to your face. The | Michael Marshall Smith | ||
| 59fa7c3 | When you let it get personal, the cost becomes personal too. You're opening your own heart here. You sure you want to do that?" "I'd do it for free. For the bullshit you are, and have always been." "Disbelief is easy, Kane. It's faith that takes courage, and character." | disbelief faith unbelief | Michael Marshall Smith | |
| 52d1719 | Disbelief is easy, Kane. It's faith that takes courage, and character. | character courage disbelief faith | Michael Marshall Smith | |
| 39566e4 | Some stories, some people, deserve their length and span. They merit a novel-length treatment, have things to tell and other lives to illuminate. | Michael Marshall Smith | ||
| 5d48958 | Everything you've done, everything you've seen, everything you've become, remains. You never can go back, only forward, and if you don't bring the whole of yourself with you, you'll never see the sun again. | Michael Marshall Smith | ||
| dc7b76e | Everything you do is a one-way street. | Michael Marshall Smith | ||
| 6999a3f | The furniture was white and the carpet red - it looked like the inside of someone's mouth. Three | Michael Marshall Smith | ||
| 77be2ed | the kind of woman who would breeze into the bathroom while I was shaving and say, "Yo, shithead--you going to fix that shelf like you said, or do I have to take you back to Husbands-R-Us?" | Michael Marshall Smith | ||
| b802f38 | three | Michael Marshall Smith | ||
| 41717c4 | I said this was his story. I didn't say I believed it. I don't. You shouldn't either. That would be best. | Michael Marshall Smith | ||
| 83046c2 | would be on top of me like a ton of heavy things. | Michael Marshall Smith |