1
2
3
5
8
12
20
33
52
83
133
213
340
543
867
931
932
933
934
935
1384
2208
3346
3522
5443
5619
6757
7581
8098
8422
8625
8752
8832
8882
8913
8932
8945
8953
8957
8960
8962
8963
8964
8965
▲
▼
| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5aa3f2d | Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 5ff668b | Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive. | life | John Fowles | |
| 206324f | She was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives. | Pat Conroy | ||
| c03a323 | Any man more right than his neighbors constitutes a majority of one already. | Henry David Thoreau | ||
| 925816c | See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all the day he fears, not being immortal nor divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of himself, a fame won by his own deeds. Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion. What a man thinks of himself, that it is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate. | reputation | Henry David Thoreau | |
| 4238f4b | The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day and night... All memorable events, I should say, transpire in morning time and in a morning atmosphere. The Vedas say, "All intelligences awake with the morning." | Henry David Thoreau | ||
| 84aed5d | Were you playing with Stuart?" she asked. The question was loaded. I was a filthy, filthy woman, and even the five-year-old knew it." | Maureen Johnson | ||
| 3c2a443 | The hand that rested on my shoulder rubbed it a bit, comfortingly. Then it gave my shoulder a little squeeze. I leaned into him. Maybe it was that I was broken. Maybe it was just that I was out of my mind. But it occurred to me that I was going to kiss him. The thought just arrived, certain knowledge, delivered from some greater, more knowledgeable place. I was going to kiss him. Stephen would not want to kiss me. He would back up in horror.. | callum-mitchell stephen-dene rory-deveaux | Maureen Johnson | |
| 65b303c | Koga:"You got a problem with that muttface?" | Rumiko Takahashi | ||
| d8f3b56 | That's one of the things we learn as we grow older -- how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty. | life-lessons growing-up forgiveness | L.M. Montgomery | |
| c6db675 | But it ain't our feelings we have to steer by through life--no, no, we'd make shipwreck mighty often if we did that. There's only the one safe compass and we've got to set our course by that--what it's right to do. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| e4d2c47 | I suppose it was a romantic was to perish... for a mouse | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| fa722a3 | So long as man remains free he strives for nothing so incessantly and so painfully as to find someone to worship. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| f65ad85 | 'qsm 'yh lsd@ 'n shd@ ldrk mrD - mrD Hqyqy khTyr | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| d930b0a | One must be a great man indeed to be able to hold out even against common sense." "Or else a fool." | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| d152196 | There are always a few bored audience members at an opera, especially by the time act four comes along. Those particular eyes would be wandering around the hall, searching for something, anything, interesting to watch. Those eyes would land on the little demon downstage right, unless they were distracted. Right on cue, a large stage lamp broke free of its clamp in the rigging and swung on its cable into the back canvas. [...] On his way tho.. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| a92d7eb | He who despairs is wrong. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 9c9917b | Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine. | happiness | Victor Hugo | |
| ffa4f4c | What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic though passion...if no one loved, the sun would go out. | love sun | Victor Hugo | |
| a4a55d4 | But that had been grief--this was joy. Yet that grief and this joy were alike outside all the ordinary conditions of life; they were loopholes, as it were, in that ordinary life through which there came glimpses of something sublime. And in the contemplation of this sublime something the soul was exalted to inconceivable heights of which it had before had no conception, while reason lagged behind, unable to keep up with it. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 19e0172 | Everything ends in death, everything. Death is terrible. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| a1af2cb | So this is how a person can come to despise himself-knowing he's doing the wrong thing and not being able to stop. | Daniel Keyes | ||
| 1a2a95e | I'm not close to him." He looked at me defiantly. "But he's put his whole life into this. He's no Freud or Jung or Pavlov or Watson, but he's doing something important and I respect his dedication - maybe even more because he's just an ordinary man trying to do a great man's work, while the great men are all busy making bombs." | Daniel Keyes | ||
| a5ef721 | It is hard work to control the workings of inclination and turn the bent of nature; but that it may be done, I know from experience. God has given us, in a measure, the power to make our own fate: and when our energies seem to demand a sustenance they cannot get--when our will strains after a path we may not follow--we need neither starve from inanition, not stand still in despair: we have but to seek another nourishment for the mind, as st.. | perseverance difficulty diligence | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 19d9602 | Common sense is no match for the voice of God. | religion god mormon | Jon Krakauer | |
| 90ce991 | She knew that this was happiness, this was living as she had always wished to live. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| e892341 | I am as silent as death. Do this: Go to your bedroom. Your nice, safe, warm bedroom that is not a glass coffin behind a morgue door. Lie down on your bed not made of ice. Stick your fingers in your ears. Do you hear that? The pulse of life from your heart, the slow in-and-out from your lungs? Even when you are silent, even when you block out all noise, your body is still a cacophony of life. Mine is not. It is the silence that drives me mad.. | hopelessness fear monologue | Beth Revis | |
| f426983 | And still I urge you to struggle. Struggle for the memory of your ancestors. Struggle for wisdom. Struggle for the warmth of The Mecca. Struggle for your grandmother and grandfather, for your name. But do not struggle for the Dreamers. Hope for them. Pray for them, if you are so moved. But do not pin your struggle on their conversion. The Dreamers will have to learn to struggle themselves, to understand that the field for their Dream, the s.. | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| 1b77d1e | I have a theory which I suspect is rather immoral,' Smiley went on, more lightly. 'Each of us has only a quantum of compassion. That if we lavish our concern on every stray cat, we never get to the centre of things. | espionage spy | John Le Carré | |
| 94c3619 | The Germans in basements were pitiable, surely, but at least they had a chance. That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7b7314b | it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger. The sky was dripping. Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn't quite managed. | Markus Zusak | ||
| b0aab6a | I had some ambition. I meant everything to be different with me. I thought I had more strength and mastery. But the most terrible obstacles are such as nobody can see except oneself. | self-doubt | George Eliot | |
| 2078aff | Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement. | parenthood | George Eliot | |
| b89dc3e | The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness | sleep sea | Virginia Woolf | |
| c068351 | If Shakespeare had never existed, he asked, would the world have differed much from what it is today? Does the progress of civilization depend upon great men? Is the lot of the average human being better now that in the time of the Pharaohs? | shakespeare | Virginia Woolf | |
| 24c57f0 | Not like would I write, Not like if I might, Not like at his best, Not like or the rest, Like myself, however small, Like myself, or not at all. | shakespeare dante-alighieri homer johann-wolfgang-von-goethe goethe william-shakespeare | William Allingham | |
| e676247 | at some point in a woman's life, she just gets tired of being ashamed all the time. After that, she is free to become whoever she truly is. | self-forgiveness recovery | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| b11bf30 | Traditionally, I have responded to the transcendent mystics of all religions. I have always responded with breathless excitement to anyone who has ever said that God does not live in a dogmatic scripture or in a distant throne in the sky, but instead abides very close to us indeed- much closer than we can imagine, breathing right through our own hearts. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| c7c2776 | The conviction that the world, and therefore man too, is something which really ought not to exist is in fact calculated to instil in us indulgence towards one another: for what can be expected of beings placed in such a situation as we are? From this point of view one might indeed consider that the appropriate form of address between man and man ought to be, not monsieur, sir, but fellow sufferer, . However strange this may sound it corre.. | Arthur Schopenhauer | ||
| 50c8ef1 | Whatever torch we kindle, and whatever space it may illuminate, our horizon will always remain encircled by the depth of night. | Arthur Schopenhauer | ||
| 754f82e | She offered her mouth to him, as if enchanted. A Persian princess, a little Indian, a fox, a morning glory, a lovely wisteria--it always pleased them when you told them they looked like something, like something else. | Simone de Beauvoir | ||
| c6d5802 | Let her tell stories and dance in the rain, somersault, tumble and run, her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep, let her grow like a weed in the sun. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 6f9d4e6 | That is the eternal folly of man. To be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones. | soul | Neil Gaiman | |
| 77944fa | Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies. | Neil Gaiman |