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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0311fa1 | Can you not see that we still might win? We lost a battle, not a war. | positive-attitude valour | Karen Essex | |
| 6767710 | Once you've spent a winter buried in the Alpine snow foraging for food, it's hard to complain over heat. | julius-caesar warm-weather | Karen Essex | |
| 9744b84 | Sister we know that the Savior loved you more than the rest of women. | Berlin Codex | ||
| 646f098 | As a famous historian once said, in all its history, Rome deigned to fear two people; one was Hannibal, the other was a woman. | egypt rome | Karen Essex | |
| a550ee9 | I raised the hood of my cape and opened my umbrella. Headmistress had given it to me for my twenty-first birthday, knowing how fond I was of the purple foxglove that bloomed in the park. When open, the underside revealed in each of the panels a spray of painted stems, lush with lavender bells. "No matter how bad the weather, you will always be able to look up and see something that will cheer you," she had said, knowing that my quiet moods .. | purple umbrella | Karen Essex | |
| 34ccca2 | I was lying on a soft bed of fallen leaves, their crunch unmistakable beneath me as I twisted and writhed. The air was cool, but he was beside me, keeping me warm. He was as familiar to me as my own breathing, yet I was aware that his was not a simple human touch. His presence was less dense than the human body's but more powerful, and able to engulf me. I took in the ambrosia of his hot scent- wood, leather, and ancient spices- earthy, in .. | earthy mina-and-dracula | Karen Essex | |
| 31d1573 | I could see into the shadows, where the very blades of grass and the leaves and buds of plants were sharply defined though it was a dark night. I was acutely aware of my ears, hot, pulsing, and humming. Now fragrance took command, and I was struck with the scents of the evening. Unable to resist, I rolled on the ground, breathing in the wet tang of dewy grass and the musk of the mud in which it grew. I glided my muzzle through the blades, l.. | forest in-the-dark-of-the-night mina-murray olfactory-sensors | Karen Essex | |
| 334240d | With eerie slowness, his finger moved down my neck to the breastbone and across my chest until it reached my nipple. Then something extraordinary happened. He held it there, barely moving but sending a wild sensation through my breast that resonated in every curve and turn of me. My body was like a musical instrument that only he knew how to play. I tried to breathe while he moved at the same deliberate pace to the other breast, all the whi.. | Karen Essex | ||
| 6a52958 | What is hidden from you I will proclaim to you. | Berlin Codex | ||
| 06925cd | Walls in the mind often stand longer than those built of concrete. | Berlin Wall | ||
| c511d17 | The [Berlin] wall can disappear when those conditions that created it fall away. | Berlin Wall | ||
| c1eef54 | Ach,' she says. 'There ain't nuffink in this world but men and women, is there? So you got to care about 'em, ain't you, else what you got to care about? | Michel Faber | ||
| d6c620e | I am not the one trying to speed things up. We are being driven. | Berlin Wall | ||
| 5bf8145 | Every stone bears witness to the moral bankruptcy of the society it encloses | Berlin Wall | ||
| 2685993 | The gate was made out of blocks of stone bigger across than I am tall. Something else supposedly built by the old gods, it was topped by a solid stone lintel with two carved lions that were supposed to roar if an enemy of the king passed beneath them. At least they were said to be lions. The stone had been weathered by the centuries, and only indistinct monster figures remained, facing each other over a short pillar. They remained silent as.. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 8328877 | He would go east and fight the emperor's wars, carrying out the bloody business of larger countries eating up the littler ones. It wasn't a matter of theory in a tiny office in the emperor's palace. It was the work of their lives and the end of many of them. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 61d4c31 | We do better when we are praised and worse when we feel unappreciated for our work. | work-hard | Megan Whalen Turner | |
| 493fcfd | To you alone, Eldest, the Fates have given unassailable rule. Time alters all things, except this one thing. For you alone, the wind that bellows the sails of rule makes no shift. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 09d174e | Will you sit down and stop shouting?" she asked. "I'll stop shouting. I won't sit down. I might need to throw more inkpots." | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| bafc5c3 | Unable to guess the answer, she asked, 'Who am I, that you should love me?' 'You are my Queen,' said Eugenides. She sat perfectly still, looking at him without moving as his words dropped like water into dry earth. 'Do you believe me?' he asked. 'Yes,' she answered. 'Do you love me?' 'Yes.' 'I love you.' And she believed him. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 35039f6 | where there is no peace, there are no trees. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 4c9d996 | Nahuseresh had attributed her reluctance to an entirely understandable female timidity. He didn't seem to understand that the people of Eddis had very little to do all winter beyond develop superior artisan skills and train for war. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| cd2868d | He shrugged. "We all spend our time under the sign of the idiot," he said, and the matter seemed settled, at least as far as he was concerned." | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 0ca7d62 | Bildung | Paul Cronin | ||
| 9c33c23 | Whenever things go wrong, the first casualty is always hope. It is fragile, like rare cut glass. We can lose it so easily. St. Paul tells us that, for those who follow Christ, there is someone who protects and saves our hope; the Father of Jesus. St. Paul tells us that our hope is safe with God. It is well beyond any damage that can be afflicted by human disaster or natural cataclysm. God truly holds our hope and guards it. - Father Harry C.. | Diane Allen | ||
| 54a59e1 | The Catalogue of Dwarfs" from the Icelandic Poetic Edda, an extraordinary collection of Old Norse poems compiled in the fourteenth century and probably handed down, in the oral tradition, a thousand years earlier." | Paul Cronin | ||
| 80aa384 | Forget not the tyranny of this wall...nor the love of freedom that made it fall... | Berlin Wall | ||
| 3d54e7b | probity | Peter Mayle | ||
| bfca8d7 | Cavaillon--which, as any Provencal will tell you, is the "melon capital of the world"--with" | Peter Mayle | ||
| f920557 | The town maps in the 1939 [Michelin] guide were so accurate they were used by the Allied forces in 1944 during the liberation of France. | Peter Mayle | ||
| 7364c57 | Out here in the country there was no avoiding the direct link between death and dinner, | Peter Mayle | ||
| 46021e7 | We might treat a rabbit as a pet or become emotionally attached to a goose, but we had come from cities and supermarkets, where flesh was hygienically distanced from any resemblance to living creatures. A shrink-wrapped pork chop has a sanitized, abstract appearance that has nothing whatever to do with the warm, mucky bulk of a pig. Out here in the country there was no avoiding the direct link between death and dinner. | meat veganism vegetarianism | Peter Mayle | |
| c981ce9 | Dar, bineinteles, spusese el, se stie ca englezii isi omoara mieii de doua ori: o data cand ii taie si a doua oara cand ii gatesc. | Peter Mayle | ||
| 6ffded0 | Gu himself presides over the room- a genial, noisy man with the widest, jauntiest, must luxuriant and ambitious mustache I have ever seen, permanently fighting gravity and the razor in its attempts to make contact with Gu's eyebrows. | Peter Mayle | ||
| 2582a2e | And then there is the most self-indulgent truffle recipe of all, which a friend claims is the closest thing on earth to having heaven in your mouth. You start with a generous slice of foie gras, and place it on a sheet of tinfoil. You then place your truffle on the foie gras and put it in the oven, where the truffle gradually sinks into the melting foie gras. The complex, slightly earthy taste of the truffle and the unctuous coating of foie.. | Peter Mayle | ||
| 0c16c5e | the demented clatter-like nuts and bolts trying to escape from a biscuit tin-of the small Citroen van that every farmer drives home at lunchtime... | Peter Mayle | ||
| 5df4d24 | As Christians, we should spread the love of Christ. If we do our job right, we'll create people who don't want to do wrong. | Michel Faber | ||
| 0d401bc | puerile passion. | Julie Orringer | ||
| 4eaebbc | Still, he could feel a fine cord stretched between them, a thin luminous fiber that ran from his chest all the way across the continent and forked into theirs. Never before had he lived through a fever without his mother; when he'd been sick in Debrecen she'd taken the train to be with him. Never had he finished a year at school without knowing that soon he'd be home with his father, working beside him in the lumberyard and walking through .. | Julie Orringer | ||
| d1a1265 | Quality men are not afraid of quality women. | Bernadette Lahai | ||
| 5170250 | He could almost see insider her that unnameable thing that had remained the same through all of it: her I, her very life. It seemed so small, a mustard seed with one rootlet shit deep into the earth, strong and fragile at once. But it was all there needed to be. It was everything. She had given it to him, and now he held it in his hands | Julie Orringer | ||
| dee771b | Here in his arms was the girl who had lived in the house near the Varosliget, the young dancer who had loved Sandor Goldstein, the woman who loved him now. He could almost see insider her that unnameable thing that had remained the same through all of it: her I, her very life. It seemed so small, a mustard seed with one rootlet shit deep into the earth, strong and fragile at once. But it was all there needed to be. It was everything. She ha.. | Julie Orringer | ||
| 773a0d6 | The [bird's] nest with its streamers was a final unbidden touch: It was what human hands had not brought to the building, and could not remove. It was like love, he thought, this crumbling chapel: It had been complicated, and thereby perfected, by what time had done to it. | nest | Julie Orringer | |
| a47bf0a | with her husband as she | Julie Orringer |