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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| fae44d6 | We were both lone twins. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| b0b993b | held out to me a closed fist that seemed three-quarters precious stones in their clawlike settings. In a movement that spoke of great effort, she turned her hand and opened it, as though she had some surprise gift concealed and was about to offer it to me. But there was no gift. The surprise was the hand itself. The flesh of her palm was like no flesh I had seen before. Its whitened ridges and purple furrows bore no relation to the pink mou.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 19f5cc7 | I'm sorry," I heard her say. "One gets so used to one's own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people." | Diane Setterfield | ||
| b71c757 | I left wide margins. In the left-hand one I noted any mannerisms, expressions and gestures that seemed to add something to her meaning. The right-hand margin I left blank. Later, rereading, it was here that I would enter my own thoughts, comments, questions. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| c56ca73 | Never let time be your master,' Bellman told Verney when he asked about it. 'If you want to do something, take it on. Time will always make itself. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 77a266e | It is just possible that the predators and parasites will actually win altogether, or rather that ambitious ideological busybodies will succeed in shutting down the catallaxy and crashing the world back into pre-industrial poverty some time during the coming century. There is even a new reason for such pessimism: the integrated nature of the world means that it may soon be possible to capture the entire world on behalf of a foolish idea, wh.. | Matt Ridley | ||
| 6685bc5 | I. Thesis. Finite elements of Space and Time. Antithesis. Continuity. | Bernhard Riemann | ||
| 070efec | For all my biographical projects I have kept a box of lives. A box of index cards containing the details--name, occupation, dates, place of residence and any other piece of information that seems relevant--of all the significant people in the life of my subject. I never quite know what to make of my boxes of lives. Depending on my mood they either strike me as a memorial to gladden the dead ("Look!" I imagine them saying as they peer throug.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| e8e68d5 | Cuando el miedo y el frio hacen de ti una estatua en tu propia cama, no ansies que la Verdad pura y dura acuda en tu auxilio. Lo que necesitas es el mullido consuelo de un relato. La proteccion balsamica, adormecedora, de una mentira. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| f12a48d | remembered the gray cat that had appeared, as if by magic, on her lap. Silently he had sat under her stroking hand, regarding me fixedly with his round yellow eyes. If he saw my ghosts, if he saw my secrets, he did not seem the least perturbed, but only blinked and continued to stare indifferently. "What's his name?" I had asked. "Shadow," she absently replied." | Diane Setterfield | ||
| bd41aae | Sin duda, una buena historia deslumbra mucho mas que un pedazo de verdad. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 83bff71 | He didn't know, of course. Not really. And yet that was what he said and I was soothed to hear it. For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, the weight and the dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the colour of grief is common to us all. 'I know,' he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| fc773a9 | Since we are on the topic of ravens, a collective noun for ravens is an unkindness. This is somewhat puzzling to Thought and Memory. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 703c853 | any number of peas under the mattress and I would not know it-- | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 2b2b167 | Nikad nemoj dozvoliti da ti vrijeme bude gospodar', rekao je Bellman. 'Ako nesto zelis uciniti, ucini to. Vrijeme ce se stvoriti samo od sebe.' No zapravo, smatrao je da je otkrio - ili mu je darovan - kljuc znanosti o upravljanju vremenom. Mogao je otkljucati vrijeme poput kovcega kad god mu se prohtjelo, staviti uteg na klatno i usporiti njegovo kretanje. Mogao je rastaviti sate na dijelove, pronaci u njima dodatne minute koje su odlazile.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 5277a93 | At last, after all the tale telling and all the yarn spinning, after the smoke screens and the trick mirrors and the double bluffs, I knew. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| bef3a96 | tightly drawn into a mask of endurance. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 8a2a96e | remembered the words of the man in the brown suit, and how they had echoed around the rafters of my rooms under the eaves. Yet the man in the brown suit was a figment of her imagination. I should have expected it. She was a spinner of yarns, wasn't she? A storyteller. A fabulist. A liar. And the plea that had so moved me--Tell me the truth--had been uttered by a man who was not even real. I was at a loss to explain to myself the bitterness .. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 98204e3 | Emmeline and Adeline. Unmistakable. Two manes of red hair, two pairs of black shoes; one child in the navy poplin that the Missus had put Emmeline in that morning, the other in green. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| e4bdfcd | All the grief I had kept at bay for years by means of books and bookcases approached me now. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 9cc036a | We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. "I know," he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did." | Diane Setterfield | ||
| dbaaf4c | We've been expecting you. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 8b6c9ae | Ivan Lea | Diane Setterfield | ||
| abcd6d5 | I thought you said something about a wolf' I began. 'Yes. That black beast that gnaws at my bones whenever he gets a chance. He loiters in corners and behind doors most of the time, because he's afraid of these.' She indicated the white pills on the table beside her. 'But they don't last forever. It's nearly twelve and they are wearing off. He is sniffing at my neck. By half past he will be digging his teeth and claws in. Until one, when I .. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 8086515 | Mr. Lomax had signed for Emmeline. That told me that she had survived the fire, at least. And on the second line, the name I had been hoping for. Vida Winter. And after it, in brackets, the words, formerly known as Adeline March. Proof. Vida Winter was Adeline March. She was telling the truth. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 1e8feb6 | But there was more. Did she know I had noticed? I had made no outward sign. But I had noticed. Today Miss Winter had said I. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| eebc263 | It was Hester herself, made word. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 27da589 | This might seem excessive; ten years of marriage is usually enough to cure marital affection, | Diane Setterfield | ||
| f2bb21a | And is it better to know?" he asked me. "I can't tell you. But once you know, it's impossible to go back." | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 730a398 | The letter Q for question, seared into human flesh. As I started to sleepwrite my questions, the margin seemed to expand. The paper throbbed with light. Swelling, it engulfed me, until I realized with a mixture of trepidation and wonderment that I was enclosed in the grain of the paper, embedded in the white interior of the story itself. Weightless, I wandered all night long in Miss Winter's story, plotting its landscape, measuring its cont.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| db1c075 | the wealth they had accumulated from retail needed to hide its origins, for it is well known that the purity of gold increases the further removed it is from labor. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 260dadd | Jane Eyre. Villette. The Woman in White." "Middlemarch," | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 2dc7704 | Terminado el entierro, por fin podria llorar. | death-and-dying | Diane Setterfield | |
| f8b885e | Over and over. I was tempting fate. What would happen, I wondered, if the wall came down? Would the roof cave in? Would the weight of it falling cause the floorboards to collapse? Would roof tiles and beams and stone come crashing through ceilings onto the beds and boxes as if there were an earthquake? And then what? Would it stop there? How far would it go? I rocked and rocked, taunting the wall, daring it to fall, but it didn't. Even unde.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 75b12fa | I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy. And yet I cannot pretend that the reading I have done in my adult years matches in its impact on my soul the reading I did as a child. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 842da98 | The cat was on the window ledge, gazing intently into the garden. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 29a8580 | That first second was long and confusing. The second, when it finally came, was sudden. The figure froze . . . swiveled . . . rose . . . and I knew. Miss Winter's eyes. Brilliant, supernatural green. But not Miss Winter's face. A patchwork of scarred and mottled flesh, crisscrossed by crevices deeper than age could make. Two uneven dumplings of cheeks. Lopsided lips, one half a perfect bow that told of former beauty, the other a twisted gra.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 0740ac0 | the price they must pay for escaping their destiny. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| deebf5d | He has described in precise, measured words the beautiful desolation he feels at the close of novels where the message is that there is no end to human suffering, only endurance. He has spoken of endings that are muted, but which echo longer in the memory than louder, more explosive denouements. He has explained why it is that ambiguity touches his heart more nearly than the death and marriage style of finish that I prefer. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| b4f5cd6 | turn all the mirrors to the wall. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| ea6693f | The storyteller gave me a sideways look. "Miss Lea, it doesn't do to get attached to these secondary characters. It's not their story. They come, they go, and when they go they're gone for good. That's all there is to it." I slid my pencil into the spiral binding of my notebook and walked to the door, but when I got there, I turned back. "Where did she come from, then?" "For goodness' sake! She was only a governess! She is irrelevant, I tel.. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 1c37752 | It's what my mother would say. She thinks a weightless story is better than one that's too heavy." "So. My story is a heavy one." | Diane Setterfield | ||
| a132ea0 | Water, like God, moves in mysterious ways. Once inside a house, it obeys the force of gravity indirectly. Inside walls and under floors it finds secret gullies and runways; it seeps and trickles in unexpected directions; surfaces in the most unlikely places. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 2cf6bf9 | In short, Emmeline adapted to her twin's absence. She learned how to exist apart. Yet still they reconnected and were twins again. Though Emmeline was not the same twin as before, and this was something Adeline did not immediately know. | Diane Setterfield |