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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7ce8cdd | actually seemed more like his butt said it because at the moment, he was on his hands and knees, trying to fit into an elevated, three-and-a-half foot crawlspace that appeared to not have been entered in close | Jeff Shelby | ||
| fc9d409 | Who can tell? Together, with God's blessing -- which surely He will not withhold -- you may perhaps be laying the groundwork, the foundation for a future Athens, an Athens of the South. Yes. And this young woman's child, so soon to be born," he added, indicating Ella with a deferential nod, "will be one of its leading citizens, the one perhaps under whom it will come to flower, a beacon for the South, a torch held out." | Shelby Foote | ||
| 68b0d45 | On April 1, 1865, in Virginia, Pickett was defending an intersection known as Five Forks, six miles south of the Appomattox River and a good bit closer to the Southside Railroad, the last remaining supply line to Richmond. While thirty thousand Union troops led by Little Phil Sheridan approached from the southeast, Pickett's twelve thousand, spread two miles wide behind fences and in ditches, braced to meet them. Pickett's supreme commander.. | John McPhee | ||
| 4e4f34d | They played the things Duff had learned while crouching under Bantam Street windows, the old songs that had been great before some of the boys were born, things never set down on paper but kept alive in places and in memories such as these. | Shelby Foote | ||
| 2d04627 | When I was as young as you are now I learned how to save my own life. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 812bb89 | The thing is to take your life in your hands. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 7f4cdae | What does a promise mean, when it's made to a monster? | Emma Donoghue | ||
| b285ea6 | You may find that yes, your partner tends to shout easily, but the shouting contains no malice and passes quickly. Perhaps your partner's short fuse does not prevent them from being loving and supportive. In that case, you may have found a gem whom others have avoided because they cannot get past the bursts of temper. But if you find that time after time, a partner or close friend disappoints you by being just like a difficult parent, then .. | anger parent relationships shouting | Terri Apter | |
| af94393 | you may seek out a partner who psychologically resembles your mother and found that you have walked right back into a difficult relationship. Perhapse you chose to be close to someone who turns out to be as volatile as your mother and who inflicts discomfort all too familiar to you. Or perhaps gradually, over time, your partner or close friend becomes like your mother; that may be because you unconsciously behave in ways that encourage othe.. | abuse-recovery abusive-relationships mother parents | Terri Apter | |
| f01bca3 | As Freud noted: "A thing which has not been understood inevitably reappears; like an unlaid ghost, it cannot rest until the mystery has been resolved and the spell broken." . . . in ambivalent attachment, a mother vacillates inexplicably from being loving and tender to angry and threatening.. Faced with this unpredictable inconsistency, a child tries to appease the mother, anxious to control and monitor her shifting moods." | abuse-recovery anger anger-management attachment mother | Terri Apter | |
| 27a5436 | a single outburst does not produce a difficult relational environment. It is only when a parent [or anyone] repeatedly and regularly uses anger to close conversations, in the broadest sense of 'conversation,' that a dilemma is framed. When a parent [or partner] uses anger or the threat of anger to dominate the emotional atmosphere, then even potentially good conversations with them lose spontaneity, openness and honesty. | anger attack domination emotional-abuse parents relationships spouses | Terri Apter | |
| 114ff5e | Robert reflects: I go weak at the knees when she turns against me. I forget what it's like to feel courage. I try to remind myself that the worst of it will pass, that she won't be like that forever. She's mad now, but there will come a time when she's not mad. When I was growing up, I tried all sorts of things to get me through these times. I used to think "It won't be so bad if she doesn't hit me." And then I got to noticing that whether .. | anger anger-management physical-abuse | Terri Apter | |
| c8da41b | In childhood, Lib remembered, family seemed as necessary and inescapable as a ring of mountains. One never imagined that as the decades went by, one might drift into an unbounded country. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 984584b | Men never feel quite the same about a woman's body once they know it's done that thing: widened and torn to push out a baby's head. | motherhood pregnancy women | Emma Donoghue | |
| ea015cd | checkup?" "I said" | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 78a997b | I'm just preparing the way, just like John the Baptist for Our Lord. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 94850ff | But believing in an afterlife totally negates your current existence. It's like an insidious and destabilising mental illness. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| d06938e | First class is a simple visual representation of who has all the money in the world: guys who look like this. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| f57a994 | On the whole I am inclined to think that a witch should not kiss. Perhaps it is the not being kissed that makes her a witch; perhaps the source of her power is the breath of loneliness around her. | witches | Emma Donoghue | |
| d042c25 | It;s called a flea market, because they sell old things that might have fleas living in them. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 7605170 | We spend most of our lives holding on to objects, he thought, and finally they fall from our cold dead hands and those who tidy up after us have the worry of what to do with all this stuff. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 3eb852e | Do the atheists in Wisconsin realize they're going to Hell? Did you ask them that? | Bill O'Reilly (commentator) | ||
| a3dd1a4 | I looked at my stepmother, and she stared back at me, and our eyes were like mirrors set opposite each other, making a corridor of reflections, infinitely hollow. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| e02136d | Give it to the big fella! | Bill Raftery | ||
| 3ac3d13 | That is all very fine in theory, that plan of forgetting whatever is painful, but it will be somewhat difficult for me, at least, to carry it into execution. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 8e10b0d | Send it in, Jerome! | Bill Raftery | ||
| fd65d59 | Every talent, every feeling, every acquirement; nay, even every tendency towards virtue, was used up as materials for fireworks; the hidden, sacred fire, exhausted itself in sparkle and crackle. They talked about art in a merely sensuous way, dwelling on outside effects, instead of allowing themselves to learn what it has to teach. They lashed themselves up into an enthusiasm about high subjects in company, and never thought about them when.. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 3e2ebe2 | I am not quite the person to decide on another's gentlemanliness, Miss Hale. I mean, I don't quite understand your application of the word. But I should say that this Morison is no true man. I don't know who he is; I merely judge him from Mr Horsfall's account.' 'I suspect my "gentleman" includes your "true man."' 'And a great deal more, you would imply. I differ from you. A man is to me a higher and a completer being than a gentleman." | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 54ce44c | The Jews, or Mohammedans (I forget which), believe that there is one little bone of our body,--one of the vertebrae, if I remember rightly,--which will never decay and turn to dust, but will lie incorrupt and indestructible in the ground until the Last Day: this is the Seed of the Soul. The most depraved have also their Seed of the Holiness that shall one day overcome their evil; their one good quality, lurking hidden, but safe, among all t.. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 67962f8 | Do you think if I could help it, I would sit still with folded hands, content to mourn? Do you not believe that as long as hope remained I would be up and doing? I mourn because what has occurred cannot be helped. The reason you give me for not grieving, is the very sole reason of my grief. Give me nobler and higher reasons for enduring meekly what my Father sees fit to send, and I will try earnestly and faithfully to be patient; but mock m.. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 9d491a9 | The mourner before him was no longer the employer; a being of another race, eternally placed in antagonistic attitude; going through the world glittering like gold, with a stony heart within, which knew no sorrow but through the accidents of Trade; no longer the enemy, the oppressor, but a very poor and desolate old man. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| fa7a77b | when both were seated on a tuft of heather, in some high lonely place, | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| b599a80 | Wild, strong hearts, and powerful minds, were hidden under an enforced propriety and regularity of demeanour and expression, just as their faces had been concealed by their father, under his stiff, unchanging mask. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| a1b2500 | Much of this nervous dread of encountering strangers I ascribed to the idea of her personal ugliness, which had been strongly impressed upon her imagination early in life, and which she exaggerated to herself in a remarkable manner. "I notice," said she, "that after a stranger has once looked at my face, he is careful not to let his eyes wander to that part of the room again!" A more untrue idea never entered into any one's head." | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 2116e07 | I grieve to say that I possess no portrait of either of my sisters. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 5e807a9 | Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 2372367 | What, I sometimes ask, could I do without them? I have recourse to them as to friends; they shorten and cheer many an hour that would be too long and too desolate otherwise; even when my tired sight will not permit me to continue reading, it is pleasant to see them on the shelf, or on the table. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 7541fd8 | She especially disliked the lowering of the standard by which to judge a work of fiction, if it proceeded from a feminine pen; and praise mingled with pseudo-gallant allusions to her sex, mortified her far more than actual blame. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| c96eba4 | Come what will, I cannot, when I write, think always of myself and of what is elegant and charming in femininity; it is not on those terms, or with such ideas, I ever took pen in hand: and if it is only on such terms my writing will be tolerated, I shall pass away from the public and trouble it no more. Out of obscurity I came, to obscurity I can easily return. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| d78ecbd | The loss of what we possess nearest and dearest to us in this world, produces an effect upon the character we search out what we have yet left that can support, and, when found, we cling to it with a hold of new-strung tenacity. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 427c6b8 | What does it matter whether her husband dines in a dress-coat, or a market-coat, provided there be worth, and honesty, and a clean shirt underneath? | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| ec2ea3a | Yet these real, material dangers, when once past, leave in the mind the satisfaction of having struggled with difficulty, and overcome it. Strength, courage, and experience are their invariable results; whereas, I doubt whether suffering purely mental has any good result, unless it be to make us by comparison less sensitive to physical suffering ... | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 5d365bf | Some of my greatest difficulties lie in things that would appear to you comparatively trivial. I find it so hard to repel the rude familiarity of children. I find it so difficult to ask either servants or mistress for anything I want, however much I want it. It is less pain for me to endure the greatest inconvenience than to go into the kitchen to request its removal. I am a fool. Heaven knows I cannot help it! | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| c3d99ed | I read for the same reason that I ate or drank; because it was a real craving of nature. I wrote on the same principle as I spoke--out of the impulse and feelings of the mind; nor could I help it, for what came, came out, and there was the end of it. For as to self-conceit, that could not receive food from flattery, since to this hour, not half a dozen people in the world know that I have ever penned a line. | Elizabeth Gaskell |