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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 270c49f | Not married. Mostly because no one has ever asked me," Leah said lightly. Izzy pulled a disbelieving face. "Are the men in Melbourne blind?" she said. "You're hot. If all doctors looked like you, my boyfriend would be at the local clinic every second day, begging for a prostate exam or something equally perverted." "Well, thanks. I think," Leah said." | izzy | Sarah Mayberry | |
| 36fd4f0 | There wasn't a hint of condescension in either her expression or her voice. No pity, no regret. She was completely sincere. It hit him then that he was the one making a deal out of all of this, turning it into something it wasn't. Leah was here to do the work that needed to be done. Because she believed in him. Because she cared for him. She wasn't judging him. She wasn't embarrassed for or by him. She wasn't fazed by his fumbling. At all. .. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| b1602c8 | I know I'm not exactly Prince Charming material right now. Zipper-head, gimpy hand and all the rest." There was a tremor in his voice and he cleared his throat. "The thing is, I seem to have fallen in love with you, Leah Mathews. Bad timing, I know. But there it is. And I really need to know if there might be a chance that maybe you feel the same way about me." | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| c61e034 | Finding Will, loving Will, had been a revelation. Like finding the other half of herself. Having his grounded wisdom to draw on when she needed it, knowing that no matter what, she had him to come home to, that his laughter was part of her world and that the passion and courage and joy he ignited in her were here to stay, had transformed her perception of herself. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| f9d6199 | Sometimes, even though you know something is a mistake, you can't stop yourself from going there. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| ef88153 | Sometimes, even when you know someone is a hundred different kinds of wrong for you, you get sucked into old patterns and behaviors. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 6337dd7 | So be afraid. Be angry. Be jealous. Be possessive. Be whatever you need to be. But please, let me come along for the ride. I promise I will hang in there with you. I promise you that there is far, far more good between us than there will ever be bad. I promise you that your heart will always be safe with me. Always. All I ask is that you don't shut me out. Let me walk beside you. Let me be there for you. Let me love you. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 2d035dd | Then believe, baby. I promise that if you fall, I will catch you. And I know you'll do the same for me. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 6eaea10 | Suddenly the light came on at the back of her parents' house, flooding the yard. "Is there somebody out there? Amy, is that you?" her mother called. "No. Tell me this isn't happening." Quinn rested his forehead against hers. "Has she got a wiretap on you or something? I swear, she's like a walking hard-on detector." | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 779aa0b | He was irresistible. Utterly charming and sexy and magnetic, and whatever puny power she'd had to ignore him had been well and truly incinerated by their marathon session on Saturday night. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 27dd085 | Seattle, Washington. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 263ea02 | You know I know next to zip about gardening, right? It's easy. You buy the pretty pots from the nursery, you stick them in the ground. If they die, you buy more. If not, you brag like there's no tomorrow. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 5d3487d | he ducked his head around the corner he saw that he | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| b2a78bc | Anyway, I'd be more worried about them hearing us than seeing us. You make a lot of noise, Lizzy." She gasped and hit his shoulder, trying to push him away. "I do not!" she said, even though she was well aware she'd practically been howling at the moon not five minutes ago. He didn't let her go. He kept pressing kisses against the soft skin beneath her ear, his tongue darting out occasionally to taste her. "I like it. I like it a lot," .. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| a0b3ce2 | You're hot for Quinn." For a moment Amy froze like a bunny in the car headlights. Then she made a rude noise. "Am not. Don't be ridiculous." "Bull. Shit. You want to get busy with him. You want to climb him like a cat on a curtain," Denise said with undisguised relish." | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| af35083 | Bull. Shit. You want to get busy with him. You want to climb him like a cat on a curtain," Denise said with undisguised relish." | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 82ade17 | The last thing DeMille added to his $13 million film before he delivered the final negative to Paramount was his introduction that ran before the opening credits, filmed with him standing behind a microphone in front of a blue-and-white curtain (the colors of the Israeli flag). His intention was to emphasize the "importance" of what the audience was about to see and how authentic the film really was, and to make the spiritual connection to .. | Marc Eliot | ||
| e973c77 | At the height of this construction frenzy, a couple of opportunistic real estate developers hang a sign near the top of the hills surrounding the valley to advertise their new housing development. It has fifty-foot-high white letters that spell out HOLLYWOODLAND. It is meant to stay there only for one year, or until all the units are sold, whichever happens first, but it never comes down. Shortened to HOLLYWOOD in 1949, it becomes a hoverin.. | Marc Eliot | ||
| 8ef76fa | When a man of forty falls in love with a girl of twenty, it isn't her youth he is seeking but his own. | Marc Eliot | ||
| 9a83135 | An idea that nobody is born to be a failure. | Michael Munn | ||
| 33491e5 | This land looks dreamt, willed, potent. | Tim Winton | ||
| 66eb6d7 | Me? I belong to Jesus Christ. Like it or not. They wet you and get you. Anyway. No other bastard will have me. | Tim Winton | ||
| e2755c5 | The only end some things have is the end you give em. | ends | Tim Winton | |
| 0f13eb1 | jedoch spurt man auf ziemlich perverse Art, dass man dem Leben an sich ausgeliefert ist, weil es einen zwingt, zu atmen und zu atmen und zu atmen in einer endlosen Kapitulation vor der biologischen Routine, und dass das menschliche Streben nach Kontrolle ebenso viel mit der Machtergreifung uber den eigenen Korper zu tun hat wie mit der Ausubung von Macht uber andere. | Tim Winton | ||
| aa5348d | is bitter. She declaims into his face: And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in their stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone. | Tim Winton | ||
| 53fdae1 | wash the black mud from my hands. On a light given off by the grave I kneel in the quick of the moon At the heart of a distant forest And hold in my arms a child Of water, water, water. | Tim Winton | ||
| 498de85 | After all, there's no shape or image in modern culture to match that of the gun. Nothing else has its universal authority or saving promise | Tim Winton | ||
| 0449aa2 | radiates. | Tim Winton | ||
| 9dcdaba | The gun's slinky power has a special appeal to the young, the weak, the confused and the powerless. To those overlooked or spurned, access to a firearm is the spark of agency. With a gun in your hands, everything is possible. In a moment you imagine the respect it demands. | Tim Winton | ||
| 63a50a0 | Purnululu, | Tim Winton | ||
| cbc2879 | firearm would be a dark presence I can do without under my own roof. Too much sinister potential. Too much unearnt power. | Tim Winton | ||
| 85d21ea | I will always remember my first wave this morning. The smells of paraffin wax and brine and peppy scrub. The way the swell rose beneath me like a body drawing to air. How the wave drew me forward and I sprang to my feet, skating with the wind of momentum in my ears. I leant across the wall of upstanding water and the board came with me as though it was part of my body and mind. The blur of spray. The billion shards of light. I remember the .. | Tim Winton | ||
| 2ef91f7 | Fox grins. Go strides to the rear of the Ford. His manner never alters. The Vietnamese has purposeful intensity down pat. | Tim Winton | ||
| 7d24e85 | Whatever it was went through me like a rifle rag. Come dawn, me date was so hot you could have lit a sparkplug off of it. | simile vernacular | Tim Winton | |
| 391d03c | When I hit the bitumen and get that smooth grey rumble going under me everything's hell different. Like I'm in a fresh new world all slick and flat and easy. Even with the engine working up a howl and the wind flogging in the window the sounds are real soft and pillowy. Civilized I mean. Like you're still on the earth but you don't hardly notice it anymore. And that's hectic. You'd think I never got in a car before. But when you've hoofed i.. | god | Tim Winton | |
| 8a418b5 | Where I had expected to appreciate the monuments and love the natural environment, the reality was entirely the reverse. The immense beauty of many buildings and landscapes had an immediate and visceral impact, and yet in the natural world, where I am generally most comfortable, I was hesitant. While I was duly impressed by what I saw, I could never connect bodily and emotionally. Being from a flat, dry continent, I looked forward to the pr.. | Tim Winton | ||
| b8e93ac | The Riders Placencia Beach, Belize, 1996 Americans aren't overly familiar with Tim Winton, although in my mind he is one of the best writers anywhere. This novel is set in Ireland and Greece as a man and his daughter search for their missing wife and mother. Gripping. 2. Family Happiness Miacomet Beach, Nantucket, 2001 The finest of Laurie Colwin's novels, this is, perhaps, my favorite book in all the world. It tells the story of Polly Dema.. | Elin Hilderbrand | ||
| 49c96b0 | And the moon is only the moon. But they're not empty things you know. The past is still in them. The force of events long gone, it lingers. These heavenly bodies and earthly forms, what are they but expressions of matters unfinished? ...Mebbe lunatics are men who've remembered they're just men, not angels. | pathetic-fallacy | Tim Winton | |
| a8e6da2 | Peace, that's all I'm after. | Tim Winton | ||
| f397358 | In a seedy cinema on ru du Temple, watching Disney's Peter Pan with my son, I found that although we were all gazing at the same screen in the flickering dark, I was seeing a different film to the rest of the audience. What seemed fantastical and exotic to the Parisian kids looked like home to me. I knew secret coves and hidey-holes like those of the Lost Boys. I'd grown up in a world of rocky islands, boats and obscuring bush. To my mind t.. | australian-literature home homesickness | Tim Winton | |
| dd253fb | the ute was casting a shadow that no light was ever gonna make. A shadow doesn't search for a drain like that. Shadows don't have blowflies drowning in them. | death decay | Tim Winton | |
| c0dcaa0 | He was scarcely sixteen years of age when he left his father's home, And through Australia's sunny clime a bushranger did roam. He robbed those wealthy squatters, their stock he did destroy, And a terror to Australia was the wild Colonial boy. | history masculinity vernacular-music | Tim Winton | |
| bd86301 | But I'm not such a good judge of monsters; I don't know if the idea of a good death repels me now because it's in itself repellent, or because I no longer have the courage to seek such a thing. | martyrdom religion roman-catholicism | Tim Winton | |
| 06d8115 | God is what you do, not what you believe in. | religion-and-philoshophy | Tim Winton |