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| 4ed2407 | That cat doesn't have a lick of sense,' I said, sighing. Well, honey, he's not right in the head,' Dad said, flipping his cigarette into the front yard. I glared at him. 'And just what do you mean by that?' Dad counted on his fingers. 'He's cross-eyed; he jumps out of trees after birds and then doesn't land on his feet; he sleeps with his head smashed up against the wall, and the tip of his tail is crooked.' Oh yeah? Well, how about this: h.. | Haven Kimmel | ||
| 4a0e413 | No, darling! To die it's easy... But you have to stuggle for life! | Art Spiegelman | ||
| dc33455 | I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true [...]. | Richard Wright | ||
| 55039e5 | Was it love or wasn't it that she felt for Carol? And how absurd it was that she didn't even know. She had heard about girls falling in love, and she knew what kind of people they were and what they looked like. Neither she nor Carol looked like that. Yet the way she felt about Carol passed all the tests for love and fitted all the descriptions. | stereotypes love patricia-highsmith the-price-of-salt lesbian lgbt | Patricia Highsmith | |
| 3829f70 | Having someone you love say "Thank you" is more rewarding than just having them say "I love you." | Ai Yazawa | ||
| c4a8c5d | If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her. | silence | John Fowles | |
| fa5c1d9 | I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality. | John Fowles | ||
| 639674e | Elizabeth's entire body started to tremble as his lips began descending to hers. and she sought to forestall what her heart knew was inevitable by reasoning with him. "A gently bred Englishwoman," she shakily quoted Lucinda's lecture. "feels nothing stronger than affection. We do not fall in love." His warm lips covered hers. "I'm a Scot," he murmured huskily. "We do." | judith-mcnaught elizabeth ian | Judith McNaught | |
| 2fa17fa | The only word for goodness is goodness, and it is not enough. | Pat Conroy | ||
| 59d6b0f | I am afraid to speak or move for the fear all this wonderful beauty will vanish just like a broken silence | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 0b6a093 | Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful... | friendship l-m-montgomery | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 984a599 | I don't know that she is as amusing as she was when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them. | love | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 63e66b4 | How good life is when one does something good and just! | kindness goodness justice | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | |
| 7ff5bf8 | I am too young and I've loved you too much. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 5e661ef | What are a friend's books for if not to be borrowed? | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 8bc7c09 | I just pulled a pretty big job and needed to hide out for awhile." "...Where's all the loot?" "That, as my cousin Nord would say, is where my improvised lie falls apart." Artemis put two and two together and arrived at a very unpleasant four. "You were here to rob me!" "No, I wasn't. How dare you?!" | humor mulch theif | Eoin Colfer | |
| 9d63e13 | You don't understand!' Foaly objected. Trouble cut him off with a chop of his hand through the air. 'I never understand. That's why we pay you and your dork posse." Foaly objected again. 'They are not dorks!' Trouble found space for yet another holster. 'Really? That guy brings a Beanie Baby to work every day. And your nephew, Mayne, speaks fluent Unicorn.' 'They're not dorks,' said Foaly, correcting himself." | nerds | Eoin Colfer | |
| fb936d7 | Ce n'est rien de mourir, C'est affreux de ne pas vivre. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 4b3df9d | Man lives by affirmation even more than he does by bread. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 584fad5 | Another story must begin! | Victor Hugo | ||
| 3faa5f5 | Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical? | Victor Hugo | ||
| a7bb888 | Certainly we talk to ourselves; there is no thinking being who has not experienced that. One could even say that the word is never a more magnificent mystery than when, within a man, it travels from his thought to his conscience and returns from his conscience to his thought. This is the only sense of the words, so often used in this chapter, "he said," "he exclaimed"; we say to ourselves, we speak to ourselves, we exclaim within ourselves,.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| db6988c | Ah, if everyone was as sensitive as you! There's no girl who hasn't gone through that. And it's all so unimportant! | love inspirational heartbroken sensitive | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 35634f4 | Though the doctors treated him, let his blood, and gave him medications to drink, he nevertheless recovered. | humor medicine | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 2ca8002 | It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness. A handsome woman talks nonsense, you listen and hear not nonsense but cleverness. She says and does horrid things, and you see only charm. And if a handsome woman does not say stupid or horrid things, you at once persuade yourself that she is wonderfully clever and moral. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 060cb5f | The fragility of crystal is not a weakness but a fineness. My parents understood that fine crystal glass had to be cared for or may be shattered. But when it came to my brother, they didn't seem to know or care that their course of their secret action brought the kind of devastation that could cut them. Their fraudulent marriage and our father's denial of his other son was for Chris a murder of every day's truth. He felt his whole life turn.. | chris-mccandless into-the-wild | Jon Krakauer | |
| e6f1ed5 | We are all ghosts of yesterday, and the phantom of tomorrow awaits us alike in sunshine or in shadow, dimly perceived at times, never entirely lost. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 757c6bc | The child destined to be a writer is vulnerable to every wind that blows. Now warm, now chill, next joyous, then despairing, the essence of his nature is to escape the atmosphere about him, no matter how stable, even loving. No ties, no binding chains, save those he forges for himself. Or so he thinks. But escape can be delusion, and what he is running from is not the enclosing world and its inhabitants, but his own inadequate self that fea.. | Daphne Du Maurier | ||
| 23db9e6 | Understanding America for the Non-American Black: Thoughts on the Special White Friend One great gift for the Zipped-Up Negro is The White Friend Who Gets It. Sadly, this is not as common as one would wish, but some are lucky to have that white friend who you don't need to explain shit to. By all means, put this friend to work. Such friends not only get it, but also have great bullshit-detectors and so they totally understand that they can .. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| a6f1c9b | You can kill time in a number of ways but it always depends on the kind of time you're fighting: some time is unkillable, immortal | Martin Amis | ||
| 5d6ecae | When I look at the fields, all I can see is how fake they are, how poor an imitation they are of the pictures of Sol-Earth fields. [...] And that's why I'll never be as good an Eldest as he is. Because I like a little chaos. | Beth Revis | ||
| ba29220 | I look up. And I am surrounded by the universe. silence and stars A million suns stretch out beyond me, their light piercing the darkness. | Beth Revis | ||
| f1099fd | Exaggerating?" Silk sounded shocked. "You don't mean to say that horses can actually lie, do you? Hettar shrugged. "Of course. They lie all the time. They're very good at it." For a moment Silk looked outraged at the thought, and then he suddenly laughed. "Somehow that restores my faith in the order of the universe," he declared. Wolf looked pained. "Silk," he said pointedly, "you're a very evil man. Did you know that?" "One does one's.. | David Eddings | ||
| 5701a5b | Isn't it easier to forgive than to hate? -Eriond | David Eddings | ||
| 748f07d | And so, perhaps, the truth winds somewhere between the road to Glastonbury, Isle of the Priests, and the road to Avalon, lost forever in the mists of the Summer Sea. | avalon | Marion Zimmer Bradley | |
| 1154bb6 | Every Trump voter is certainly not a white supremacist, just as every white person in the Jim Crow South was not a white supremacist. But every Trump voter felt it was acceptable to hand the fate of the country over to one. | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| 5008798 | Whoever named Himmel Street certainly had a healthy sense of irony. Not that is was a living hell. It wasn't. But is sure as hell wasn't heaven, either. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 8c1a873 | To get back up to the shining world from there My guide and I went into that hidden tunnel, And Following its path, we took no care To rest, but climbed: he first, then I-so far, through a round aperture I saw appear Some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears, Where we came forth, and once more saw the stars. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 884f835 | All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife. . . . Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest. | Beatrix Potter | ||
| 4ea75ab | perfectionism is just fear in fancy shoes and a mink coat, | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 973ac29 | Both the five-year-olds looked at me with bewilderment and a bit of fearful uncertainty. I had a sudden horrifying image of the woman I might become if I'm not careful: Crazy Aunt Liz. The divorcee in the muumuu with the dyed orange hair who doesn't eat dairy but smokes menthols, who's always just coming back from her astrology cruise or breaking up with her aroma-therapist boyfriend, who reads the Tarot cards of kindergarteners and says th.. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 0293dd5 | However, for the man who studies to gain , books and studies are merely rungs of the ladder on which he climbs to the summit of knowledge. As soon as a rung has raised him up one step, he leaves it behind. On the other hand, the many who study in order to fill their memory do not use the rungs of the ladder for climbing, but take them off and load themselves with them to take away, rejoicing at the increasing weight of the burden. They rem.. | Arthur Schopenhauer | ||
| f47e2d2 | Dissect your motives deeper! You will find that no one has ever done anything wholly for others. All actions are self-directed, all service is self-serving, all love self-loving. | Irvin D. Yalom | ||
| e6f0cd5 | The books I liked became a Bible from which I drew advice and support; I copied out long passages from them; I memorized new canticles and new litanies, psalms, proverbs, and prophecies, and I sanctified every incident in my life by the recital of these sacred texts. My emotions, my tears, and my hopes were no less sincere on account of that; the words and the cadences, the lines and the verses were not aids to make believe: but they rescue.. | Simone de Beauvoir |