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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4697927 | He'd watched the old man live his life "by the signs." Whether a moon waxed or waned decided when the crops were planted and harvested, the hogs slaughtered and the timber cut, even when a hole was best dug. A red sunrise meant coming rain, as did the call of a raincrow. Other signs that were harbingers of a new life, or a life about to end. Boyd was fourteen when he heard the corpse bird in the woods behind the barn. His grandfather had be.. | Ron Rash | ||
| ceb41fe | His great-aunt had been born on this land, lived on it eight decades, and knew it as well as she knew her husband and children. That was what she'd always claimed, and could tell you to the week when the first dogwood blossom would brighten the ridge, the first blackberry darken and swell enough to harvest. Then her mind had wandered into a place she could not follow, taking with it all the people she knew, their names and connections, whet.. | Ron Rash | ||
| cc694b1 | It was the kind of early fall day Rachel had always loved, not warm or cold, the sky all deep-blue and cloudless and no breeze, the crops proud and ripe and the leaves so pretty but hardly a one yet fallen--a day so perfect that the earth itself seemed sorry to let it pass, so slowed down its roll into evening and let it linger. | Ron Rash | ||
| bb447a9 | Do this one thing. | Ron Rash | ||
| f6a137a | A brown trout sips one off the surface. Beneath the trout, mica-flecked sand gleams white. Come fall the female's caudal fin will nudge the grains to make a nest, the eggs spilling like pearls into a purse. | Ron Rash | ||
| a3ff8fe | He suspected the workers thought of Serena as beyond gender, the same as they might some phenomenon of nature such as rain or lightning. | Ron Rash | ||
| 7e7e692 | An image came back to him with such vividness that it might have been framed before him in glass | Ron Rash | ||
| 95cc646 | I guess sometimes you've got the hope-fors so much it makes you imagine all sorts of things. | Ron Rash | ||
| 224fd7c | A mown hay field appears, its blond stubble blackened by a flock of starlings. As I pass, the field seems to lift, peek to see what's under itself, then resettles. A pickup passes from the other direction. The flock lifts again and this time keeps rising, a narrowing swirl as if sucked through a pipe and then an unfurl of rhythm sudden sprung, becoming one entity as it wrinkles, smooths out, drifts down like a snapped bedsheet. Then swerves.. | Ron Rash | ||
| e448d7b | He was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he has left, yet does not say 'The town is near,' but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring ranges, Thomas Wolfe declares at the end of Look Homeward, Angel, and those words I spoke aloud to the bathroom mirror that summer, and thought of Wolfe in New York, writing between journeys to the West, and of Hemingway traveling from Paris cafes to African veldts. "YOU'RE" | Ron Rash | ||
| 4981efd | A Servant of History Her eyes were of the lightest blue as if time had rinsed away most of the colour, but there was a liveliness inside them. | Ron Rash | ||
| 53d2aca | My mother had brought me here when I was fifteen, on a Sunday after I'd read Look Homeward, Angel for the first time. She'd loved the novel, memorizing whole paragraphs, and, of course, naming me after the book's main character. It is a novel you have to read as a young person or you don't get it. | Ron Rash | ||
| 9076343 | In a small Southern town during the 1950s, elopement and divorce were serious moral transgressions deserving of punishment. | Ron Rash | ||
| 1c8d456 | It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief that was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood. | Ron Rash | ||
| b3ab266 | Stewart unfolded the oilcloth that kept his Bible dry and began reading. Ross reached into his pocket and brought out his tobacco pouch. He removed his rolling papers and found them sodden as Snipes' newspaper. Henryson, who also was anticipating a cigarette, found his papers in the same condition. "I was at least hoping my lungs might be warm and dry a minute," Ross complained. "You'd think there'd be one little pleasure you could have, ev.. | Ron Rash | ||
| bc64a82 | Pemberton felt something shift inside him, something small but definite, the way a knob's slight twist allowed a door to swing wide open. | knob shift slight | Ron Rash | |
| 57845bc | Then her mind had wandered into a place she could not follow, taking with it all the people she knew, their names and connections, whether they still lived or whether they'd died. But her body lingered, shed of an inner being, empty as a cicada husk. | Ron Rash | ||
| 42060a1 | Rachel kneeled beside Jacob. She took the child's hand and pressed it to the dirt. Her father had told Rachel that Harmons had been on this land since before the Revolutionary War. "Don't ever forget what it feels like, Jacob," she whispered, and let her hand touch the ground as well." | Ron Rash | ||
| 0020af7 | When deep summer comes and the dog star raises with the morning sun, the land can scab up and a man watch his spring crop wrinkle brown like something on fire. It's the season snakes go blind. Their eyeballs coat over like pearls and they get mean. A rattlesnake allows no warning and a milk snake that would have cut the dust to the tall grass in June quiles up and strikes at anything that steps its way. It's a time when foxes and dogs go ma.. | Ron Rash | ||
| a3f63de | Jacob closed his eyes but did not sleep. Instead, he imagined towns where hungry men hung on boxcars looking for work that couldn't be found, shacks where families lived who didn't even have one swaybacked milk cow. He imagined cities where blood stained the sidewalks beneath buildings tall as ridges. He tried to imagine a place worse than where he was. | Ron Rash | ||
| 26c8c2b | The Release In those last moments before the platter of salt and dirt lay on his stomach, wax-light had waved across a mute heart, his son waited by the bed. Raised to believe the soul left the body with its last breath, he listened for death's rattle, then pressed his lips like a kiss to his father's lips, and took into his mouth the breath that had given him breath, a life distilled to one stir of air soft as moth wings against palms, h.. | southern-gothic | Ron Rash | |
| f790476 | You are not quite ready yet, though. For the next six months, practice until your arms ache and your lips bleed. The suffering will be good for you. A slight smile crossed the conductor's face. If you haven't already found a woman who will break your heart, find one. What we played tonight, especially the Mozart, requires suffering. | Ron Rash | ||
| 73d226c | you got one choice at the beginning, but if you didn't choose right..things got narrow real quick. | Ron Rash | ||
| 6110da0 | It was the kind of early-fall day Rachel had always loved, not warm or cold, the sky all deep-blue and cloudless and no breeze, the crops proud and ripe and the leaves so pretty but hardly a one yet fallen--a day so perfect that the earth itself seemed sorry to let it pass, so slowed down its roll into evening and let it linger. | early-fall linger perfect proud | Ron Rash | |
| 12c2ea1 | A car horn startled her, and she knew if she lived here the rest of her life, she'd never get used to the busyness of town life, how something was always coming and going and whatever that something was always had a noise. Not soothing like the sound of a creek or rain on a tin roof or a mourning dove's call, but harsh and grating, no pattern to it, nothing to settle the mind upon. Except in the early morning, those moments before the city .. | Ron Rash | ||
| 37db08c | Libenter homines id quad volunt credunt." "Men are glad to believe that which they wish for?" Miss Calicut asked. Professor" | Ron Rash | ||
| 17a5cba | a day so perfect that the earth itself seemed sorry to let it pass, so slowed down its roll into evening and let it linger. | Ron Rash | ||
| 086bf19 | You cut up your feet pretty good, but nothing deep enough to need stitches. That was almost a mile walk and you sick as him, and barefoot to boot. I don't know how you did it. You must love that child dear as life." "I tried not to," Rachel said. "I just couldn't find a way to stop myself." | Ron Rash | ||
| 6dea2f4 | QED, bitches. | Bobby Henderson | ||
| 5192a34 | We find, counter-intuitively, that a small population correlates with shorter humans, and a larger population correlates with taller humans.2 This only makes sense in light of the FSM theory of gravity. With more people on earth today, there are fewer Noodly Appendages to go around, so we each receive less touching--pushing down toward the earth--and thus, with less force downward, we're taller. | Bobby Henderson | ||
| eb10191 | Under the guise of being a showpiece for the world where prosperity is as easily found as water in a stream, America, for all her ostensible beauty, has an ugly scar across her belly that she has tried repeatedly to suppress and keep hidden from curious onlookers. More than a few times she has almost been exposed, and this ugliness brought to light, but always another garment would quickly be thrown over the rough spot and all the turmoil a.. | Sanyika Shakur | ||
| fea846a | cairn. She recognized a few outlines, of dump trucks and backhoes | David Wellington | ||
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| 9f8794a | She told her close friend, the beautiful, ultrafeminine former model Sara Recor, that she didn't think she would ever fully trust a man after what she'd been through with Lindsey, who now seemed so against her all the time. | Steven Davis | ||
| bf256d6 | After several years hanging in there hoping for things to improve, he found himself stuck in a dying organization, watching his opportunities fade. Soon Brian became one of the walking dead that roam the halls of so many organizations. On the outside, these zombies go through the motions, but on the inside they have given up. They "quit and stay." It" | Liz Wiseman | ||
| 522123c | She headed out into the hall and knocked quietly on his door. "Come in!" Megan took a deep breath and stepped inside. "Hey." Finn looked up from his desk as if startled. "Hi," he replied, pushing his hands against the thighs of his jeans. He glanced past her at the hallway, but when Megan turned around, she found they were alone. "What's up?" Megan asked. "You really shouldn't be in here," Finn said. Megan's heart dropped like a stone. "I k.. | Kate Brian | ||
| d75ece0 | David started up the wheeled stairs to the upper floors with his sword at the ready. He expected to encounter Blackadder warriors, protecting the lady of the castle. But there were none on the stairs and none guarding the door on the first floor. Damn it. She must have escaped. He gritted his teeth as he envisioned the lady's guards leading her through the tunnel. He was about to open the chamber door to make sure it was empty when Brian, o.. | scottish-romance | Margaret Mallory | |
| b433fc3 | I'd hesitated as I followed him down through the high-vaulted entrance hall with its mahogany panelling and terrazzo floor, and the glass cases covering beautifully detailed models of straight-funnelled merchantmen long dissected by the breakers' torch. The splendour of a bygone age in miniature, where even the scaled likenesses gleamed with the proud craftsmanship of the men who had built them. They didn't make models in the yards today. N.. | Brian Callison | ||
| 231e930 | Squaring her shoulders, Megan stepped out into the hall and her bare foot was almost flattened by a remote-control car. She jumped out of the way just in time and watched the thing zip down the hall and hop a makeshift ramp. Megan's eyes widened in horror as she saw what was at the other end of the jump. The car slammed into a mountain of wrapped tampons, which exploded all over the hallway at impact. Ian raced past her, laughing maniacally.. | Kate Brian | ||
| 31c47e8 | His forehead hurt, but not very much, and he lay there swinging with the long motion of the ship, watching the grey light grow and musing upon cuckoldry, cuckoldom, and the almost universal mirth excited by that state. ... Her cousin Sophie, Jack Aubrey's wife, was completely different. She was not a prude, and she cared no more for Mrs Grundy than Diana; and yet no one but a maniac would ever write to tell Jack that he was a cuckold, altho.. | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| 676c7db | All the heroes in the Hebrews Hall of Faith (Heb. 11) had sinful moments, lapses of obedience and even periods of running from God's call or struggling with their Creator. It would not be heresy to suggest that Noah may have had his own journey with God that began in fear and ended in faith. In fact, to say otherwise is to present a life inconsistent with the reality of every human being in history. To say one is a righteous person of faith.. | Brian Godawa | ||
| e132668 | I don't know what my fans are going to think. It's definitely not what they're used to from me. | Bill Murray | ||
| f183b78 | I don't care about the Constitution! | Bill O'Reilly (commentator) | ||
| f4af5f0 | In the carnival hall of mirrors which is our memory, we distort what we see. In Ernie's mirror image of me, I am magnified, elongated into a girl who led him on, the object of his great, unhappy, unfulfilled love. While he, in the equal if opposite distortion of my mind's mirror, is reduced to a squat manikin from my past, a dull stranger, remembered only for his minor quirks. | Brian Moore |