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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a66139b | It's our rain, Beth. | Katie McGarry | ||
| c667aac | I've fallen in love with him. I've done it. I've given him power over me. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 04ad97c | It'd be great to be so famous that if I murder someone, I will never, ever, ever serve any jail time, even if it's totally obvious to everyone that I did it. | fame humor kaling mindy murder popularity | Mindy Kaling | |
| f826c19 | Though no one notices at the time, in-loveness obliterates the humanity of the beloved. One does a curious kind of insult to another by falling in love with him, for we are really looking at our own projection of God, not at the other person. If two people are in love, they tread on star dust for a time and live happily ever after--that is so long as this experience of divinity has obliterated time for them. Only when they come down to eart.. | romantic-love shadow | Robert A. Johnson | |
| d60472f | Life has no plot. It is by far more interesting than anything you can say about it... | Erica Jong | ||
| 9c7304c | My identity might begin with the fact of my race, but it didn't, couldn't end there. At least that's what I would choose to believe. | Barack Obama | ||
| a61376b | She had borne so long this cruelty of belonging to him and not being claimed by him. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 4acb715 | Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased. | Italo Calvino | ||
| c49619f | we can not love or think except in fragments of time each of which goes along its own trajectory and immediately disappears. | Italo Calvino | ||
| 534ebf0 | To feel alone is to be alone. | everything-is-illuminated jonathan-safran-foer | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| 50dc823 | For children, childhood is timeless. It is always the present. Everything is in the present tense. Of course, they have memories. Of course, time shifts a little for them and Christmas comes round in the end. But they don't feel it. Today is what they feel, and when they say 'When I grow up,' there is always an edge of disbelief--how could they ever be other than what they are? | childhood innocence nostalgia time time-passing | Ian McEwan | |
| bb14ef2 | I see, these books are probably law books, and it is an essential part of the justice dispensed here that you should be condemned not only in innocence but also in ignorance. | injustice the-trial | Franz Kafka | |
| 8b1b4ca | And I leave my post of observation and find I have had enough of this outside life; I feel that there is nothing more that I can learn here, either now or at any time. And I long to say a last goodbye to everything up here, to go down into my burrow never to return again, let things take their course, and not try to retard them with my profitless vigils. | Franz Kafka | ||
| b988246 | Man can only be certain about the present moment. But is that quite true either? Can he really know the present? Is he in a position to make any judgment about it? Certainly not. For how can a person with no knowledge of the future understand the meaning of the present? If we do not know what future the present is leading us toward, how can we say whether this present is good or bad, whether it deserves our concurrence, or our suspicion, or.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 6db84e3 | I'd stay there, or not, and I'd eat, or not, and I'd drink, or not, and go home, or not, and what I did or didn't do wouldn't matter to anyone at all. And I walked for most of the day. Do people get sad on holiday sometimes? I can imagine they do, having all that time to think. | Nick Hornby | ||
| aa6efda | And what would happen if we never read the classics? There comes a point in life, it seems to me, where you have to decide whether you're a Person of Letters or merely someone who loves books, and I'm beginning to see that the book lovers have more fun. | reading | Nick Hornby | |
| 10d8eb8 | The point is you keep going. You want to. So all the things that make you want to are the point. | Nick Hornby | ||
| c96bc19 | I remembered what it is I like about sex: what I like about sex is that I can lose myself in it entirely. Sex, in fact, is the most absorbing activity I have discovered in adulthood. When I was a child I used to feel this way about all sorts of things--Legos, The Jungle Book, The Hardy Boys, The Man from U.N.C.L.E., Saturday morning cartoons...I could forget where I was, the time of day, who I was with. Sex is the only thing I've found like.. | Nick Hornby | ||
| d4a7b6a | I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams. But it doesn't last forever. Wakefulness always comes to take me back. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| e853a34 | Does G get angry because it follows F in the alphabet? Does page 68 in a book start a revolution because it follows 67? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| ae4fa71 | Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 8a786ae | A friend to kill time is a friend sublime. | killing-time sublime | Haruki Murakami | |
| 3130595 | For some time now the impression has been growing upon me that everyone is dead. It happens when I speak to people. In the middle of a sentence it will come over me: yes, beyond a doubt this is death. There is little to do but groan and make an excuse and slip away as quickly as one can. At such times it seems that the conversation is spoken by automatons who have no choice in what they say. I hear myself or someone else saying things like:.. | Walker Percy | ||
| 08d2f97 | The heart is a very, very resilient little muscle. It really is. | Woody Allen | ||
| 0231b08 | Sometimes you have to give yourself to somebody in order to see who you are. Sometimes you have to unravel things to get to the core | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| e265bc0 | People have to experience things that terrify them. If they don't, how will they ever come to appreciate safety? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| a390f30 | My teacher in first grade said that long ago people used to believe all kinds of things, because they didn't know any better. Like you shouldn't take a bath, because it could make you sick. And then someone saw germs under a microscope and started to think differently. You can believe something really hard, and still be wrong. (Faith White) | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 1f6c4b7 | It's never the differences between people that suprise us. It's the things that, against all odds, we have in common. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| a0a962a | If you never go out on that limb, you're missing a hell of a view. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| c8489fd | Was there a language of loss? Did everyone who suffered speak a different dialect? | suffering | Jodi Picoult | |
| 65c9b48 | You did really great up there," I tell her, because I don't know how to say what I really want to: that the people you love can surprise you every day. That maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it." | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 481d329 | Sometimes all you need to live one more day is a good reason to stick around. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 9ba59b4 | Roger speaking to Brianna: It's too important. You don't forget having a dad." You do remember your father?" No. I remember yours." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 93ae59c | Am I a man? To want you so badly that nothing else matters? To see you, and know I would sacrifice honor or family or life itself to lie wi' you, even though ye'd left me? | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 7c61f3f | I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who. | William Faulkner | ||
| d8aa19b | There it was, there it is, the place where during the best time of our lives friendship had its home and happiness its headquarters. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| a3eb8e5 | You ignorant little slug!" the Trunchbull bellowed. "You witless weed! You empty-headed hamster! You stupid glob of glue!" | Roald Dahl | ||
| aad2756 | People of ze wurl, relax! | Tom Robbins | ||
| d228935 | Don't confuse symmetry with balance. | symmetry | Tom Robbins | |
| 86c5556 | Shame hates it when we reach out and tell our story. It hates having words wrapped around it- it can't survive being shared. Shame loves secrecy. When we bury our story, the shame metastasizes. | shame | Brené Brown | |
| adcb84b | Economics was like psychology, a pseudoscience trying to hide that fact with intense theoretical hyperelaboration. And gross domestic product was one of those unfortunate measurement concepts, like inches or the British thermal unit, that ought to have been retired long before. | psychology science | Kim Stanley Robinson | |
| 405a3d4 | Ah," Gary said dreamily. " 'Free time.' I've heard about that. Don't fool yourself, Fire-Top. What with extra hours of lessons for punishments, the extra work you get every day, free time is an illusion. It's what you get when you die and the gods reward you for a life spent working from dawn until midnight. We all face up to it sooner or later--the only free time you get here is what my honored sire chooses to give you, when he thinks .. | free-time studying work | Tamora Pierce | |
| b41edb8 | Eating is an agricultural act,' as Wendell Berry famously said. It is also an ecological act, and a political act, too. Though much has been done to obscure this simple fact, how and what we eat determines to a great extent the use we make of the world - and what is to become of it. To eat with a fuller consciousness of all that is at stake might sound like a burden, but in practice few things in life can afford quite as much satisfaction. .. | food ignorance industry life politics | Michael Pollan | |
| 63e66b4 | How good life is when one does something good and just! | goodness justice kindness | Fyodor Dostoyevsky |