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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 05e7496 | means they'll mostly be Glasgow - and you | Ian Rankin | ||
| 3757483 | It led on and on; vistas of forgotten metal; moribund, stiff in a thousand attitudes of mortality; with not a rat, not a mouse; not a bat, not a spider. Only the Lamb, sitting in his high chair with a faint smile upon his lips; alone in the luxury of his vaulted chamber, where the red carpet was like blood, and the walls were lined with books that rose up...up... volume after volume until the shadows engulfed them. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 66107ec | Meanwhile the castle rolled. Great walls collapsed, one into another. The colours of the tracts were horrible. The vilest green. The most hideous purple. Here the foul shimmering of rotting fungi - there a tract of books alive with mice. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| bffb11f | Before man's bravery I bow my head: More so when valour is unnatural And fear, a bat between the shoulder-blades Flaps its cold webs - but I am ill at ease With propaganda glory, and the lies Of statesmen and the lords of slippery trades. - May 1941. | propaganda war | Mervyn Peake | |
| a7909dd | The castle was as silent as some pole-axed monster. Inert, breathless, spread-eagled. It was a night that seemed to prove by the consolidation of its darkness and its silence the hopelessness of any further dawn. There was no such thing as dawn. It was an invention of the night's or of the old-wives of the night - a fable, immemorially old - recounted century after century in the eternal darkness; retold and retold to the gnomic children in.. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 71bebdc | The artist and writer Mervyn Peake, invalided out of military service, joined the Design, Poster and Visualising Group of the Ministry of Information in 1942. | Laura Brandon | ||
| 70e890d | what haunts the heart will, when it is found, leap foremost, blinding the eye and leaving the main of Life in darkness. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| ea198f5 | Forse non siete a conoscenza, ma vostra madre aveva il sangue cattivo. Molto cattivo. Oppure sognate degli ermellini. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| c2c3edc | The accent was of so weird a lilt that at first Steerpike could not recognize more than one sentence in three, but he had quickly attuned himself to the original cadence and as the words fell into place Steerpike realized that he was staring at a poet. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 6fbf7a6 | Mind the corner of that chair, my very dear Mrs Slagg, and oh! my dear woman, you must look where you're going, by all that's circumspect, you really must. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| d89d280 | Here and there a thin beam of light threaded the warm brooding dusk and was filled with slowly moving motes like an attenuate firmament of stars revolving in grave order. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 2c7655a | Thereon were seated in a hundred decorative attitudes, or stood immobile like carvings, or walked superbly across their sapphire setting, interweaving with each other like a living arabesque, a swarm of snowwhite cats. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 192476d | During the first half of this early period only two major ceremonies befell the child and of these Titus was happily unaware, namely the christening, which took place twelve days after his birth, and a ceremonial breakfast on his first birthday. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 0d86537 | Titus watched Keda's face with his violet eyes, his grotesque little features modified by the dull light at the corner of the passage. There was the history of man in his face. A fragment from the enormous rock of mankind. A leaf from the forest of man's passion and man's knowledge and man's pain. That was the ancientness of Titus. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 6a222a2 | These three sere beings at the shadowy corner waited on. Nannie was sixtynine, Keda was twenty-two, Titus was twelve days old. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| b7368dd | Houses, like people, have their own peculiarities. | houses peculiarity personality | Maeve Gilmore | |
| 9dd5625 | As he trilled, as he prattled, as he indulged in his spontaneous 'conceits', as he gestured, fop-like and grotesque, his magnified eyes skidding to and fro behind the lenses of his glasses, like soap at the bottom of a bath, his brain was often other-where, and these days it was well occupied. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 8ffe50e | It took place to the accompaniment of such hideous swearing as caused his withered leg to blush beneath the sacking. It must have been hardened by many years of oaths, but this morning an awakened sense of shame at what the upper part of the body could descend to, raddled it from hip to toe. Its only consolation was that the contaminating influence had not descended lower than the lungs, and what diseases the withered leg experienced were e.. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| edca532 | It was only when these nefarious doings were satisfactorily completed that Steerpike visited the aunts for the second time and re-primed them in their very simple roles as arsonists. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 2d45a02 | Aren't there any, dear?' 'No,' said Fuchsia. 'Why aren't there?' Fuchsia realized that Mrs Slagg knew virtually nothing, but the long custom of asking her questions was a hard one to break down. This realization that grown-ups did not necessarily know any more than children was something against which she had fought. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 1a0685d | Never having had either positive cruelty or kindness shown to her by her parents, but only an indifference, she was not conscious of what it was that she missed - affection. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 6ff4d9a | This is the darkness: I have known great storms Scourge the long day - but this is motionless And sterile: this is something featureless The blind brain turning upon drugs and worms. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| f01021b | Not only were the books lost and the thoughts in the books, but what was to him, perhaps, the most searching loss of all, the hours of rumination which lifted him above himself and bore him upon their muffled and enormous wings. Not a day passed but he was reminded of some single volume, or of a series of works, whose very positions on the walls was so clearly indented in his mind. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| ca04617 | John Martyn on instead, Grace and Danger, | Ian Rankin | ||
| c8298da | It would utterly ruin my reputation," he explained in self-mocking tones. "Dandies, my dear Aurelia, do not dance attendance upon young ladies at these affairs. Rather they find a convenient pillar to lean upon, cross their anus, and look insufferably bored." -- | Susan Carroll | ||
| ddff4fb | According to the "universality studies" conducted by psychologists Paul Ekman, Carroll Izard, and Friesen (1969-1972), the words Happiness. Fear. Anger. Sadness. Contempt. Surprise. Disgust. describe the natural expressions of emotion shared by the entire human race." | communication-skills customer-service-quotes expressions-of-emotion law-of-attraction-quotes motivational-speaker-susan-young quotes-by-susan-c-young relationship-quotes smiling-quotes susanspeaks-com | Susan C. Young | |
| 50182ea | The most empowering thing you can do though is to create innovative ways to bring in livable wages. That begins with a debt free lifestyle. | debt empowerment finances life money motivation recession stay-woke success wages | Brandi L. Bates | |
| cf81a39 | THE NEXT DAY WAS RAIN-SOAKED and smelled of thick sweet caramel, warm coconut and ginger. A nearby bakery fanned its daily offerings. A lapis lazuli sky was blanketed by gunmetal gray clouds as it wept crocodile tears across the parched Los Angeles landscape. When Ivy was a child and she overheard adults talking about their break-ups, in her young feeble-formed mind, she imagined it in the most literal of essences. She once heard her mother.. | beauty black-authors black-history deity emotion foodies humor inspiration knowledge literary-fiction love meaning new-york poetry prose rebirth scorpios sex stress valentine-s-day wilmington wisdom | Brandi L. Bates | |
| b9d68a5 | Remember to remember: sometimes your adversary is your biggest asset. Where would David be without Goliath? Jesus without Judas? | achievement-attitude adversity bravery courage growth humor inspiration irony life-lessons motivation strength success wisdom | Brandi L. Bates | |
| 5b56896 | His ruby red rimmed moist eyes were two glasses of cranberry. He wore a cashmere sweater the color of Earl Grey tea... | affluence albert-einstein-life-quotes brandi-bates life life-lessons life-philosophy love-quotes motivation opulence soledad-francis success truth-to-power wealth wisdom | Brandi L. Bates | |
| f285dff | Christopher didn't understand that there was a fine line between seeking death and being indifferent to its occurrence. | C.S. Harris | ||
| 38763cf | be the most special place because of the friends who made that place special. At an important time in life when people were changing from children into grownups, a few people shared in the amazing transformation. While the places where we live and work do not define us or determine who and what we will become, they do form the context in which we flourish, wither, or merely subsist. The places of our lives either nourish us or drain us. Pla.. | Harry Lee Poe | ||
| 9638014 | Gie'd her a total riddy, | Ian Rankin | ||
| a09d19c | Rain wasn't quite falling yet, but it had scheduled an appointment. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 845b57d | Brain Salad Surgery. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 2dfba5b | Infra-red connection,' he explained. 'Gets us on-line in a hurry. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 19470db | Rebus lifted a Guardian | Ian Rankin | ||
| 7037497 | the club coincided. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 8ab9027 | Wars were connected by arms manufacturers, the same arms manufacturers who made the guns used in robberies, who made the guns used by crazy people in America when they when on the rampage in a shopping centre or hamburger restaurant. So already you had connection between hamburgers and dictators. Start from there and the thing just grew and grew. | crime-fiction guns | Ian Rankin | |
| ff6b885 | Well to hell with them. He'd done his duty, he'd paid his respects. He wouldn't bother them any more. Let them live in their cramped flat, visited by this ... gentleman, this mock adult. Rebus had more important things to do. Books to read. Notes to make. And another busy day ahead. It was ten o'clock. He could be back at his hotel by eleven. An early night, that's what was needed. Eight hours' sleep in the last two days. No wonder he was r.. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 0a6ceff | Thing about that ladder, Shiv, each rung you climb there's another arse waiting to be licked." "What a lovely image." "We all need some poetry in our lives." | Ian Rankin | ||
| 584c292 | This bleak housing-scheme, designed by sadists who'd never had to live anywhere near it, had a heart which had shrivelled but refused to stop pumping. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 7e7df81 | That was the problem with having money: you ended up with decisions to make. And if you bought anything, where would you put it? He'd need either ditch something, or to start on another carrier bag. That was the problem, being Frank. | money problems | Ian Rankin | |
| a17e500 | So Clarke was in her Vauxhall Astra, on her way to the Royal Infirmary. The hospital sat on the southern edge of the city, plenty of space in the car park at this hour. She showed her ID at the Accident and Emergency desk and was shown where to go. She passed cubicle after cubicle, and if the curtains were closed, she popped her head around each. An old woman, her skin almost translucent, gave a beaming smile from her trolley. There were ho.. | Ian Rankin |