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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f27f86a | Her thighs are oiled and dark, and oblivion never felt as good as it does now, | Andre Dubus III | ||
| 45a2163 | She tried to stand but he had her by the hair and with his other hand he was jerking back and forth on himself, and she couldn't breathe and then he let out a groan as warm spurts fell wetly across her cheek and nose and eye, and Davey was laughing as if he'd just scored points in a game, and Luke let go of her hair and she fell back on her hands. | Andre Dubus III | ||
| ef6d435 | I blinked and looked around my tiny rented kitchen, saw things I'd never seen before: the stove leaning to the left, the handle of the fridge covered with dirty masking tape, the chipped paint of the window casing, a missing square of linoleum on the floor under the radiator. I stood and closed the notebook. I picked up the pencil and set it on top like some kind of marker, a reminder to me of something important I shouldn't lose. | Andre Dubus III | ||
| f432505 | But when he sat on the bed beside me, then leaned over and kissed my forehead, my cheek, my lips, his hand pressed to my rib cage, the other stroking my hair back, it was like I was an empty well and didn't know it until just now when he uncovered me and it started to rain. | knowing love self-awareness self-realization | Andre Dubus III | |
| d476006 | On the hottest days you could smell the wood from the lumberyard on the other side of Water Street, the piss and shit of the drunks in the weeds, the engine exhaust, the sweet lead of the paint flaking off our clapboards. | Andre Dubus III | ||
| ffc5abb | I felt more like me than I ever had, as if the years I'd lived so far had formed layers of skin and muscle over myself that others saw as me when the real one had been underneath all along, and writing--even writing badly--had peeled away those layers, and I knew then that if I wanted to stay this awake and alive, if I wanted to stay me, I would have to keep writing. | Andre Dubus III | ||
| f308654 | I feel so much I hardly feel anything at all. | Andre Dubus III | ||
| 42f7d77 | What did he think? That time moved forward? No, for the good times it slipped out of your hands like water, but when things went wrong time stopped. It stopped and stared at you and never took its eyes away from what you'd done. I hope they hurt you in there. If you come looking for Susan, you will be sorry. | Andre Dubus III | ||
| b878a9c | For there is so much she needs to pass on to this child, that our lives are brief, even long ones like hers, and the one thing we should do is take care of each other. That's all. But honey, it's so hard. Why, child, is it so hard? A voice through the trees. | Andre Dubus III | ||
| a4490da | They always smile, even in the face of adversity. They are enthusiastic people who are affectionate. | Belgian Congo | ||
| c900d1f | They're the Canada of France. | Belgium | ||
| 71a79cb | In an age in which rulers wrote history in the form of triumphal inscriptions, the Israelites alone recorded their failures more vividly than their successes. | Jonathan Sacks | ||
| 6e5a754 | The American dream is kind of stupid, anyway. Slave ninety percent of your life so that you can spend the last ten percent of it doing nothing? And there's no guarantee you even make it far enough to enjoy the fruits of your labor. Look at the state of the world. At this rate it's all going to implode any second, anyway, and you could...die unexpectedly. So you should do what makes you happy. | Sara Zarr | ||
| e1c7413 | I have no other desire than to leave Belgium bigger, stronger and more beautiful. | Belgium | ||
| 906bc1a | All my life the only reliable person, the one I could count on, the one who hasn't abandoned me, is me. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 2634ea2 | Das wird sich alles finden. Everything will be okay. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 25229f1 | Why do we drag around like life is so awful?' Why did they forget that there was so much to love? | Sara Zarr | ||
| 10ecb56 | A decent society will be one in which enemies do not allow their rancour or animosity to prevent them from coming to one another's assistance when they need help. | Jonathan Sacks | ||
| de09327 | You used to not give a damn about anything, but that was because you were brave, not cynical. You used to have so much courage. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 71a8aa4 | Why do you want to come in?' Because I'm lonely, I think. Why does anyone ever want to be with another person? | Sara Zarr | ||
| eca6524 | He said I didn't need to save him.' 'But you want to.' 'Yeah. But I can't. Right?' 'Probably not. Usually not. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 2986a56 | I think about how there are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. ... And I don't just mean that they change you. A lot of people can change you... I'm talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you as your own soul. Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. My mom was right about that. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundre.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 480aca3 | Can it really be love if we don't talk that much, don't see each other? Isn't love something that happens between people who spend time together and know each other's faults and take care of each other? ... In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the colour and shape of love. That's the unfinished business between us. Because love, love is never finished. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 8763dd3 | Right now I would love to have a personal message from God. I want to believe the way I used to, when my dad or mom or sometimes both of them would pray with me at night and I would picture God listening, kind-eyed and bearded. He was real to me, as real as my own parents. I don't know when God stopped being someone I saw as my true friend, and turned into something I'm mostly confused about. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 7260f12 | Now I think miracles are things that happen in stained glass, and on dusty Jerusalem roads thousands of years ago. Not here, not to us. Not when we need them. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 40a3a10 | Mom always says that doubt is just another way of expressing faith... This is different than doubt. This is something I've never felt before, a total absence of whatever it is that's made me who I am, on the inside, all my life. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 9e59c57 | Right now it's like we're three islands, and nothing but oceans between us. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 511de82 | And, to our collective surprise, it turned out that for a person who doesn't like people, I'm pretty good at this customer service stuff. | Sara Zarr | ||
| acf5ec8 | And I'll dream about living there one day myself, about boats and bicycles and water, and a dog running next to me on the road, in the green, green afternoon light. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 25fa207 | I'd been in bed for an hour without falling asleep, going over my day and all the ways I had been weird at school. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 0b938fd | You are beautiful, Lucy. Inside and out. And that hurts, too. It hurts more specifically. More personally. | Sara Zarr | ||
| c7d486d | When Dad & I used to tell each other to try a little tenderness we meant calm down, be soft, stop having to be right, give a person the benefit of the doubt for a change. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 11d50ee | These days with Dylan - when we're together - it's more friendly and cozy than romantic and exciting, but it still soothes me. Isn't that more caring about myself, though, than loving him? Shouldn't love have at least a little to do with the other person, separate from yourself? But how can you see anything or anyone in the world apart from yourself? I mean, everything we experience is subjective, since we have no way of experiencing it oth.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 004f5af | Her door is cracked only a tiny bit, and her room is dark. Through the crack I can see her legs on the bed and hear her crying. Not like the big sobbing you do when something tragic and unexpected happens. It's the quiet kind of crying that can go for hours, when over and over again you try to stop, try to tell yourself it's going to be okay, but another part of yourself can't stop thinking about the thing that's breaking your heart. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 86c9ab7 | And when you can't stand yourself, you don't want people around who are constantly saying how much they love you, because you know you don't deserve it. | Sara Zarr | ||
| e42ce7a | The first person to refer to Darwin's tales as Just So Stories was a Harvard paleontologist and evolutionist, Stephen Jay Gould, in 1978.61 | Tom Wolfe | ||
| 06092be | Because every thought she had, everything she observed around her, every conversation, every experience, everything that made her laugh - she imagined telling him, or him watching. She wanted herself, the particular way he saw her and the way she like to be seen by him, reflected back, over and over. It was like there was this letter to him in her head that she was always writing and never getting to send. It reminded her of being a kid and.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 3ae9105 | I couldn't see beyond the walls of our apartment or the few miles between home and school. Every day was about getting through it. Every weekend was about getting back to school, where there could be some structure and my routines. | sisters | Sara Zarr | |
| 0f28dc6 | Kip is still one of my best friends. When you have a shared experience with someone who showed you some kindness when you needed it most, it sticks with you. | sisters | Sara Zarr | |
| f35b737 | All summer they'd been pushing me towards my freedom and now I wanted to claim it | Sara Zarr | ||
| ab2b8e4 | I was out of practice with my emotions (...) | Donna Freitas | ||
| f8c542c | I thought about love as we stood there, the day turning to dusk and the temperature dropping, and my heart, the one inside of me, become fuller. | Donna Freitas | ||
| e56ed8a | I would work my way toward the Rose from before, who laughed often, who felt things so deeply, who could move through the world brimming with feeling and emotion. | Donna Freitas | ||
| d48c189 | I`d learned from experience that hugging someone only encouraged the person to cry even harder and I always wanted the tears to stop. But I was beginning to understand that there would always be sadness when it comes to our mother. A layer of sorrow was now knit through us so certain moments, memories, even new experiences, would tap it, and this was one of those moments. So instead of leaving Jim alone until the tears dried up and disappea.. | Donna Freitas |