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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4e846c5 | A smile is the same as sunshine; it banishes winter from the human countenance. | Victor Hugo | ||
| d09ab78 | We must never fear robbers or murderers. They are dangers from outside, small dangers. It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, vice the real murderer. Why should we be troubled by a threat to our person or our pocket? What we have to beware of is the threat to our souls'. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 2d3543f | In order to understand, observe, deduce, man must first be conscious of himself as alive. | life | Leo Tolstoy | |
| c28b96c | I can't think of you and myself apart. You and I are the same to me | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| e99bc07 | And now - Plato's words mock me in the shadows on the ledge behind the flames: '...the men of the cave would say of him that up he went and down he came without his eyes. | plato | Daniel Keyes | |
| 15cc34b | If life be a war, it seemed my destiny to conduct it single-handed. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 0cbe464 | I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 489a9c1 | She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty clung closer. The words were set to a fine old air -- in themselves they were simple and sweet: perhaps, when read, they wanted force; when sung, they wanted nothing. Shirley sang them well: she breathed into the feeling, softness, she poured.. | empathy expectations expression faithfulness feeling fidelity gender gift hypocrisy jealousy judgment love morality music musicality passion preconceptions prejudice propriety rejection singing social-norms society talent understanding women | Charlotte Brontë | |
| eec7502 | You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 06db7ef | He would never be any different and now Scarlett realize the truth and accepted it without emotion--that until he died Gerald would always be waiting for Ellen, always listening for her. Her was in some dim borderline country where time was standing still and Ellen was always in the next room. The mainspring of his existence was taken away when she died and with it has gone his bounding assurance, his impudence and his restless vitality. El.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| fa327b0 | All she wanted was a breathing space in which to hurt. | emotions hurt space tears | Margaret Mitchell | |
| e879c08 | The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike | faustus marlowe stars time | Christopher Marlowe | |
| 3973f2b | I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. I felt in myself a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quiet life. | Jon Krakauer | ||
| a4abdf9 | I'm tired of my life, my clothes, the things I say. I'm hacking away at the surface, as at some kind of gray ice, trying to break through to what is underneath or I am dead. I can feel the surface trembling--it seems ready to give but it never does. I am uninterested in current events. How can I justify this? How can I explain it? I don't want to have the same vocabulary I've always had. I want something richer, broader, more penetrating an.. | James Salter | ||
| 78fc23f | Emotion courses through my veins, choking me. I feel so insignificant, a tiny speck surrounded by a million stars. A million suns. | Beth Revis | ||
| 7686d91 | Garion started shaving. "Try to keep away from your nose," said Hettar wryly. "A man looks quite strange without a nose." | David Eddings | ||
| 4a2285d | I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away. At that moment, you will be lying there (I rarely find people standing up). You will be .. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 023cef4 | Summer came. For the book thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews. When their bodies had finished scouring for gaps in the door, their souls rose up. When their fingernails had scratched at the wood and in some cases were nailed into it by the sheer force of desperation, their spirits came toward me, into my arms, and we climbed out of those shower facilities, onto the roof and up, into eternity's certain b.. | holocaust jews shower | Markus Zusak | |
| 59ff95d | It would have been better to do what everyone else does, neither taking life too seriously nor seeing it as merely grotesque, choosing a profession and practicing it, grabbing one's share of the common cake, eating it and saying, "It's delicious!" rather than following the gloomy path that I have trodden all alone; then I wouldn't be here writing this, or at least it would have been a different story. The further I proceed with it, the more.. | writing | Gustave Flaubert | |
| dd6ef8e | The terror of being judged sharpens the memory: it sends an inevitable glare over that long-unvisited past which has been habitually recalled only in general phrases. Even without memory, the life is bound into one by a zone of dependence in growth and decay; but intense memory forces a man to own his blameworthy past. With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the pr.. | shame | George Eliot | |
| 02f767b | My belief is that if we live another century or so -- I am talking of the common life which is the real life and not of the little separate lives which we live as individuals -- and have five hundred a year each of us and rooms of our own; if we have the habit of freedom and the courage to write exactly what we think; if we escape a little from the common sitting-room and see human beings not always in their relation to each other but in re.. | hope shakespeare-s-sister virginia-woolf | Virginia Woolf | |
| bafce09 | If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us? | romance | Virginia Woolf | |
| 06ef0fe | Finally, to hinder the description of illness in literature, there is the poverty of the language. English, which can express the thoughts of Hamlet and the tragedy of Lear, has no words for the shiver and the headache. It has all grown one way. The merest schoolgirl, when she falls in love, has Shakespeare or Keats to speak her mind for her; but let a sufferer try to describe a pain in his head to a doctor and language at once runs dry... | Virginia Woolf | ||
| adbc400 | I ransack public libraries, and find them full of sunk treasure. | reading treasure | Virginia Woolf | |
| 965cdfa | Noi leggeveamo un giorno per diletto Di Lancialotto, come amor lo strinse; Soli eravamo e senza alcun sospetto Per piu fiate gli occhi ci sospinse Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso; Ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse. Quando leggemmo il disiato riso Esser baciato da cotanto amante, Questi, che mai da me non fia diviso, La bocca mi bacio tutto tremante. Galeotto fu il libro e chi lo scrisse: Quel giorno piu non vi leggemmo avante." ""W.. | italian italy l-inferno | Dante Alighieri | |
| 261a958 | Maybe it was the same with people: if you studied them,you'd see new and different things. But would you like what you saw? Did it depend on who was doing the looking? | Sharon Creech | ||
| 35eec9d | I was doing something I'd never done before. And what will I be able to do tomorrow that I cannot yet do today? | future | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| 1af4231 | My mother has made choices in her life, as we all must, and she is at peace with them. I can see her peace. She did not cop out on herself. The benefits of her choices are massive-a long, stable marriage to a man she still calls her best friend; a family that has extended now into grandchildren who adore her; a certainty in her own strength. Maybe some things were sacrificed, and my dad made his sacrifices, too-but who amongst us lives with.. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| e48ae01 | In Venice in the Middle Ages there was once a profession for a man called a codega--a fellow you hired to walk in front of you at night with a lit lantern, showing you the way, scaring off thieves and demons, bringing you confidence and protection through the dark streets. | protection thieves | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| b14bb38 | Big deal. So you fell in love with someone. Don't you see what happened? This guy touched a place in your heart deeper than you thought you were capable of reaching, I mean you got zapped, kiddo. But that love you felt, that's just the beginning. You just got a taste of love. That's just limited little rinky-dink mortal love. Wait till you see how much more deeply you can love than that. Heck, Groceries--you have the capacity to someday lov.. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 0b8b218 | the great lack of parity between husbands and wives has always been spawned by the disproportionate degree of self-sacrifice that women are willing to make on behalf of those they love. | wives women | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| 254b46f | Ideas are driven by a single impulse: to be made manifest. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 56f90c8 | creative entitlement simply means believing that you are allowed to be here, and that--merely by being here--you are allowed to have a voice and a vision of your own. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 5c1f182 | And then it went, and time passed properly once more, every second following every other second just like they're meant to. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| baf7f48 | He was alone in the darkness once more, but the darkness became brighter and brighter until it was burning like the sun. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 13ec73d | The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and, if they can't find them, make them. | George Bernard Shaw | ||
| 8b8fa84 | She smiled darkly and shook her head. 'I'm not crazy. I'm not. Of course what else would a crazy person claim? That's the Kafkaesque genius of it all. If you're not crazy but people have told the world you are, then all your protests to the contrary just underscore their point. Do you see what I'm saying? | Dennis Lehane | ||
| 8663b00 | Dummy, dummy, go out now and fill your tummy. | William Goldman | ||
| 48de546 | The Duchess set about studying Annette and shortly found her adversary's tragic flaw. Chocolate. | William Goldman | ||
| 0b0b399 | Life is pain. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something. | inspirational-quotes life-lessons true-to-life | William Goldman | |
| 6ae5e3f | Don't push her. Let her go at her own speed. Push her and every mule in the county'd be easier to live with. | Harper Lee | ||
| 531c6df | Our nation is turning into an idiocracy. | Neil deGrasse Tyson | ||
| 6b8a09f | Without love, most of life remains concealed. Nothing is as fascinating as love, unfortunately. | Hanif Kureishi | ||
| 7a975ea | There is a longing for a return to a time without the need for choices, free of the regret at the inevitable loss that all choice (however wonderful) has entailed. | Alain de Botton |