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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1e1b411 | Every human being must find his own way to cope with such severe loss, and the only job of a true friend is to facilitate whatever method he chooses. | Caleb Carr | ||
| 67402fd | Yet the profound irony was that our killer believed he was providing himself with just those things: vengeance for the child he had been, protection for the tortured soul he had become. | Caleb Carr | ||
| e7a1d23 | It was the opposite of what you always heard, that no one could change a person. It wasn't true. It was only through other people that one ever did change. | Susan Minot | ||
| 13f3cee | She rolled herself back so she wouldn't leave anything out. Sometimes time spread out like ink in water but it also had an order and one thing could not come without the other coming first. | Susan Minot | ||
| 3770be0 | Who ever said that one got what one wanted. It was a small thing compared to... well, to a lot of things. She'd gotten over things before none like this she'd left things behind this was more she couldn't speak of it this was the first thing only hers she would have to forget. It was too great it was her heart. She couldn't explain and to try and to fail would be worse. It pressed in her. Life simply went on. He was not the only man. Her he.. | Susan Minot | ||
| 5bb2228 | Hope is better than misery, he said. Or despair. Hope belongs in the same box as despair. Hope is not so bad, he said. At least despair has truth to it. | Susan Minot | ||
| 99a6cf2 | The odd feeling comes which you know may not be right but which still inhabits you: I belong below people. | Susan Minot | ||
| d8d54b2 | Most people when you get up close are not more in focus, but less. | Susan Minot | ||
| 2ed2e89 | Her life had not been long enough for her to know the whole of herself, it had not been long enough or wide. | Susan Minot | ||
| a8402c6 | Have some fun with silence. Grow still and become aware of the sounds around you. Listen to your breathing; see if you can hear your own heartbeat. Now try to grow even quieter. Become your breath and your heartbeat. Hear the sounds around you begin to fade, and see if you can move even deeper into the silence afterwards. | Terry Lynn Taylor | ||
| 7a1630d | I was climbing into bed one night, accompanied by all the usual paraphernalia - laptop, Kindle, box of tissues for my early morning nose - my nose will kill me one day - notebook and a couple of pens - because they all run out together - and a Terry Pratchett novel. The great man is probably most alarmed to find that death has not released him from the burden of having me take him to bed every night. | Jodi Taylor | ||
| 3f21418 | Aaiyejhavnaya | Vikram Chandra | ||
| 7a29920 | Men, Shalini said sometimes, there is madness in men. He always kept quiet, but he always wanted to say, the madness is in their bones, not in their hearts, not in their heads. | Vikram Chandra | ||
| 7ccb7ad | The incredible length of Bombay sped by, those endless sprawls of buildings, huts and shacks, children squatting and shitting by the tracks, refuse, the crowded grey roads twisting and winding between, all of it blurred but fearsome in its strength, in its very life that grew it unstoppably. | Vikram Chandra | ||
| 0ccf13e | Don't worry. I won't forgive you -' Bashir Ali blanched '- because there's nothing to forgive. We are both trapped, you on that side of the door and me on this. Do what they tell you to do, get it over with and go home to your children. Nothing will happen to you. Not now and not later. I give you my word.' There was a pause. 'The word of Ganesh Gaitonde.' By | Vikram Chandra | ||
| 937fc62 | I want a certain density that encourages savoring. I want to slide warp over woof, I want to make knots. I want entanglement, unexpected connections, reverberations, the weight of pouring rain on red earth. Mud is where life begins. | Vikram Chandra | ||
| c1e0df5 | We may read the same texts, but the dhvani that manifests within you will be unique. Your beauty will be your own. If you re-read a story that you read 10 years ago, its dhvani within you will be new. Poetr's beauty is infinite. | Vikram Chandra | ||
| 2cd4e21 | In this city, the rich had some room, and the middle class had less, and the poor had none. | Vikram Chandra | ||
| 57479d4 | Maybe this was why people had kids, so that when you could no longer travel with your parents, your children made all train trips new again. | Vikram Chandra | ||
| 109717d | the sodden, sweaty weariness of his own body, the whisky misery of it. | indian-writing thriller | Vikram Chandra | |
| 53dbfbd | There was the same roughened sweetness about the voice, that old-world heartbreak that floated off worn vinyl albums, full of pain but strong as the edge of a curving Avadhi dagger. | Vikram Chandra | ||
| 0ee411f | alone. | Vikram Chandra | ||
| f0fb3df | The truth is that human beings like to be ruled. They will talk and talk about freedom, but they are afraid of it. Overpowered by me, they were safe, and happy. | Vikram Chandra | ||
| e959cab | Raising kids isn't carpentry," he said "Forget measuring twice and cutting once, You measure over and over everyday" | Rachel Simon | ||
| 80ec3d6 | Maybe this is how it goes, I think, watching Beth and Melanie, remembering the people I have loved, and the ones I wish I hadn't lost. Maybe we are all Beths, boarding other people's life journeys, or letting them hop aboard ours. For a while we ride together. A few minutes, a few miles. Companions on the road, sharing our air and our view, our feet swaying to the same beat. Then you get off at your stop, or I get off at mine. Unless we dec.. | Rachel Simon | ||
| c2c074a | Follow your inclination. It will take you to thoughts you'd never know you'd had | Rachel Simon | ||
| 8a12592 | not thinking of what I can get, but thinking of what I can give | Rachel Simon | ||
| c77d293 | Ah, look at that sunrise!" Tim says at the first stoplight, lifting his arms toward the windshield. "Four billion sunrises, over the dinosaurs, the pharaohs, and now ours today. And no one's ever the same. Isn't it just the most remarkable thing? Each day is fresh and unique, yet each is also a link to every dawn all the way back to the Precambrian." | Rachel Simon | ||
| f0f8ab3 | She's sad in the way Laura wears glasses and Max has freckles and Beth is retarded. There's no reason, it's just the way it is. | Rachel Simon | ||
| 12b4e32 | I'm rent! I'm rent!" as if she were hurling a challenge with all her might beyond the limits of the sky." -- | Rachel Simon | ||
| 734324e | S]he spontaneously threw back her head and trumpeted,I'm rent! I'm rent!" as if she were hurling a challenge with all her might beyond the limits of the sky." | Rachel Simon | ||
| dc8e6c2 | At the landing, Mommy turns to us and says, "Let's let the puppy go pish," so she opens the door and he scoots into the snow outside." | Rachel Simon | ||
| 5eec592 | Just because I am not a saint does not mean that I am a demon | Rachel Simon | ||
| 978fdaa | In the Big Apple, you get people like Beth on every bus, and nobody would say a word. You get races mixing, and it's no big deal. Old people, young people, everyone keeps their mouth shut. There's just more tolerance there. | Rachel Simon | ||
| 76d495d | But at the same time, Sandro understood that people only tended to allow their own contradictions, and not those of others. It was okay to be murky to yourself, to know you weren't an angel, but other people had to be more cleanly divided into good and bad. | Rachel Kushner | ||
| 6adbfea | I observe that I too must alter my vocabulary. No longer is it proper to say, as I have all my life, that someone "is mentally retarded." As I discover on other websites, by using the new "People First Language," one focuses on the person first, the disability last, as in "a woman who has mental retardation," or "a man with mental retardation." The analogy is that people with cancer have cancer, they are not cancer itself; the disability is.. | Rachel Simon | ||
| 3bfffc9 | Love is when you care for somebody, and you be willing to go out of your way and do anything for that person, and to take care of that person, and if they have problems, that you can help them out any way you know how. If they sick, that you can bring 'em medicine, or give 'em a helping hand. That's what love is. | Rachel Simon | ||
| fdf5c33 | Someday Tatiana must tell Alexander how glad she is that her sister Dasha did not die without once feeling what it was like to love. Alexander. Here he is, before he was Tatiana's, at the age of twenty, getting his medal of valor for bringing back Yuri Stepanov during the 1940 Winter War. Alexander is in his dress Soviet uniform, snug against his body, his stance at-ease and his hand up to his temple in teasing salute. There is a gleaming s.. | Paullina Simons | ||
| 04367e4 | I lost myself, but in the end that helped me find myself. You've just got to have faith and work at it." "With anything?" I ask. "Anything," she says, as a gap finally opens in the intersection. "As long as you accept the hardest thing of all: that you might have to lose to win." | Rachel Simon | ||
| 569c667 | once a willful child who, like many willful children, felt most secure at home, has grown into an extravagantly social and nonconforming adult, one who creates camaraderie out of bus timetables, refuses to trouble herself when people look askance at her--and, in a buoyant refutation of the notion that mental retardation equals sluggishness, zips about jauntily to her own inner beat. My sister (my sister! I boast to myself) maneuvers through.. | Rachel Simon | ||
| 2b59992 | say these like it's nothing. Teachers will say, "Obviously in the childlike actions taken by the innocent half-wit Lennie, you can see Steinbeck's extraordinary literary blah blah blah," and you're supposed to go along. I go along because what else can you do? But I can't go along when kids bungle a book report and smack their heads and say, "I'm such a retard." Or when someone messes up on the parallel bars in gym, and on the mats below so.. | Rachel Simon | ||
| 7a84774 | When I was little, skiing in the Sierras, I felt that I was drawing on the mountain's face, making big sweeping graceful lines. That was how I had started to draw, I'd told Sandro, as a little girl, five, six years old, on skis. Later, when drawing became a habit, a way of being, of marking time, I always thought of skiing. | Rachel Kushner | ||
| e02b370 | Save your freedom for a rainy day," someone had written on the bathroom wall at Rudy's Bar in SoHo," | Rachel Kushner | ||
| 48e8e7d | The thing about songwriting," John Dogg was saying to someone, "is that you can address things obliquely, but no matter. You can't get away from the content that is the essence of the form. All songs are about unrequited love." "Except 'Green Onions,' " Ronnie said. "Which isn't about love at all." | Rachel Kushner |