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  • #1
    Randy Loubier
    “God knows far more about living a life of joy and blessings than we do.”
    Randy Loubier, Slow Brewing Tea

  • #2
    Anne  Michaud
    “Eleanor stayed with Franklin after his repeated infidelities, and yet toward the end of her life, she regretted it, and advised her children to choose differently. ‘Never for a minute would I advocate that people who no longer love each other should live together because it does not bring the right atmosphere into a home,’ she wrote. She added that it was sad when a couple was unable to make a success of marriage, ‘but I feel it is equally unwise for people to bring up children in homes where love no longer exists.”
    Anne Michaud, Why They Stay: Sex Scandals, Deals, and Hidden Agendas of Eight Political Wives

  • #3
    Behcet Kaya
    “You could have had an abortion.”
    “Mr. Ludefance, when I found out that I was pregnant, I never thought twice about getting rid of it. I could have so easily. But it was my choice to keep this baby.”
    “That was a brave choice to make.”
    “I have no regrets, Mr. Ludefance.”
    Behcet Kaya, Body In The Woods

  • #4
    “On the plane leaving Africa, I had a vision of Mama Africa, a powerful and proud African woman carrying the abundant fruits of Africa in a basket. She accompanied me as I gazed down on the continent I was leaving. She would be with me in my new country, Mama Africa assured me, and I would forever be a child of Africa.”
    Maria Nhambu, America's Daughter

  • #5
    Max Nowaz
    “Every night I dream a lot. Every day I live a little.”
    Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

  • #6
    Dan    Brown
    “The truth can be glimpsed only through the eyes of death.”
    Dan Brown, Inferno

  • #7
    John Irving
    “If you're God's instrument, Owen," I said, "how come you need my help to stuff a basketball?”
    John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

  • #8
    Walter  Scott
    “Upon subjects which interested him, and when quite at ease, he possessed that flow of natural, and somewhat florid eloquence, which has been supposed as powerful as figure, fashion, fame, or fortune, in winning the female heart. There”
    Walter Scott, Waverley

  • #9
    Carson McCullers
    “... İyi dinle. Sevgiyi düşündüm ve bir çözüme vardım. Nerede yanıldığımızı anladım. Diyelim ki insan ilk kez seviyor. Peki neyi seviyor?”

    Çocuğun yumuşak dudakları yarı aralıktı. Hiç sesini çıkarmadı.

    “Bir kadını,” dedi yaşlı adam. “Bilimsiz, dayanaksız, Tanrı’nın dünyasındaki en tehlikeli ve kutsal deneyime girişiyor. Bir kadını seviyor. Tamam mı, evlat?”

    “Evet,” dedi çocuk yavaşça.
    “Sevmeye yanlış yönden başlıyor. En sonundan başlıyor. Böyle çile çekmesine şaşacak ne var? İnsan nasıl sevmeli biliyor musun?”

    Yaşlı adam uzanıp çocuğun deri ceketinin yakasını tuttu. Hafifçe sarstı onu. Yeşil gözlerini hiç kırpmadan ciddi ciddi bakıyordu.

    “Evlat, sevmeye nereden başlamalı biliyor musun?”

    Çocuk daha da büzülmüş, kımıldamadan oturmuş dinliyordu. Yavaş yavaş başını ikiyana salladı. Yaşlı adam ona doğru eğilip fısıldadı:

    “Bir ağaçtan. Bir taştan. Bir buluttan.”
    Carson McCullers, The Ballad of the Sad Cafe

  • #10
    Therisa Peimer
    “Her husband's visage captivated her from the first moment she saw him step out of the royal carriage a hundred years ago. How could it not? Flaminius was utterly gorgeous. But once she fell in love with him, she became happily enslaved.”
    Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame

  • #11
    Lisa Kaniut Cobb
    “We hunt as we've always done, part sport, part grocery shopping.”
    Lisa Kaniut Cobb, Down in the Valley

  • #12
    Barbara Sontheimer
    “The minute the door was opened, she wished she had made some excuse not to see them.  Victor was sitting by the bed, and the tender expression on his face as he looked down at his wife and latest child, made something violent and jealous jump in Penelope's heart.  She could have murdered Ethan for shutting the door loudly behind them, interrupting their intimacy.”
    Barbara Sontheimer, Victor's Blessing

  • #13
    A.R. Merrydew
    “Ok, first things first,’ said Amercron assertively, ‘Bab’s where are we exactly?’
    There was another of those silences, which in his current adrenalin fuelled state, he hadn’t the patience for. ‘Well?’
    ‘Well Honey, were in space.”
    A.R. Merrydew, Inara

  • #14
    Robert         Reid
    “Aaron anticipated the application of some kind of healing balm, but to his surprise the healer started singing a soft melodic tune. The breath from the notes fell on Aaron’s injured arm and he felt the hairs on his forearm react to the soft breath. It was only moments before the song drifted away on the wind and Wonataban’s instruction followed the last note: “Open your eyes.”
    Robert Reid, The Empress:

  • #15
    David Foster Wallace
    “I'd like to be the sort of person who can enjoy things at the time, instead of having to go back in my head and enjoy them.”
    David Foster Wallace

  • #16
    Janet Fitch
    “Just make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander

  • #17
    Wilkie Collins
    “I should have asked why any room in the house was better than home to me when she entered it, and barren as a desert when she went out again—why I always noticed and remembered the little changes in her dress that I had noticed and remembered in no other woman’s before—why I saw her, heard her, and touched her (when we shook hands at night and morning) as I had never seen, heard, and touched any other woman in my life?”
    Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

  • #18
    Allen Ginsberg
    “Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight?
    (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.)
    Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.
    Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
    Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?”
    Allen Ginsberg

  • #19
    Milan Kundera
    “When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #20
    Rachel Carson
    “Against this cosmic background the lifespan of a particular plant or animal appears, not as drama complete in itself, but only as a brief interlude in a panorama of endless change.”
    Rachel Carson, Under the Sea-Wind

  • #21
    Therisa Peimer
    “Aurelia was just about to take a sip of a mimosa when Mother Guardian snatched the flute away and promptly downed the drink in one gulp. Burping unashamedly, she said, "We can't have the validity of the marriage contracts jeopardized because the bride got rat-assed on her wedding day.”
    Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame

  • #22
    Sara Pascoe
    “The sunset bled into the edges of the village. Smoke curled out of the cottage chimney like a crooked finger.”
    Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

  • #23
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “The color of one's creed, neckties, eyes, thoughts, manners, speech, is sure to meet somewhere in time of space with a fatal objection from a mob that hates that particular tone. And the more brilliant, the more unusual the man, the nearer he is to the stake. Stranger always rhymes with danger. The meek prophet, the enchanter in his cave, the indignant artist, the nonconforming little schoolboy, all share in the same sacred danger. And this being so, let us bless them, let us bless the freak; for in the natural evolution of things, the ape would perhaps never have become man had not a freak appeared in the family.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Literature

  • #24
    Janet Fitch
    “At every moment, each instrument knew what to play. Its little bit. But none could see the whole thing like this, all at once, only its own part. Just like life. Each person was like a line of music, but nobody knew what the symphony sounded like. Only the conductor had the whole score.”
    Janet Fitch, Paint it Black

  • #25
    Maurice Sendak
    “Yes. I'm not unhappy about becoming old. I'm not unhappy about what must be. It makes me cry only when I see my friends go before me and life is emptied. I don't believe in an afterlife, but I still fully expect to see my brother again. And it's like a dream life. I am reading a biography of Samuel Palmer, which is written by a woman in England. I can't remember her name. And it's sort of how I feel now, when he was just beginning to gain his strength as a creative man and beginning to see nature. But he believed in God, you see, and in heaven, and he believed in hell. Goodness gracious, that must have made life much easier. It's harder for us nonbelievers.
    But, you know, there's something I'm finding out as I'm aging that I am in love with the world. And I look right now, as we speak together, out my window in my studio and I see my trees and my beautiful, beautiful maples that are hundreds of years old, they're beautiful. And you see I can see how beautiful they are. I can take time to see how beautiful they are. It is a blessing to get old. It is a blessing to find the time to do the things, to read the books, to listen to the music. You know, I don't think I'm rationalizing anything. I really don't. This is all inevitable and I have no control over it.”
    Maurice Sendak

  • #26
    Harriet Beecher Stowe
    “Has there ever been a child like Eva? Yes, there have been ; but their names are always on gravestones, and their sweet smiles, their heavenly eyes, their singular words and ways, are among the buried treasures of yearning hearts. In how many families do you hear the legend that all the goodness and graces of the living are nothing to the peculiar charms of one who is not I It is as if Heaven had an especial band of angels, whose office it was to sojourn for a season here, and en dear to them the wayward human heart, that they might bear it upward with them in their homeward flight. When you see that deep, spiritual light in the eye — when the little soul reveals itself in words sweeter and wiser than the ordinary words of children — hope not to retain that child ; for the seal of Heaven is on it, and the light of immortality looks out from its eyes.”
    Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin

  • #27
    John Fowles
    “I saw that this cataclysm must be an expiation for some barbarous crime of civilization, some terrible human lie. What the lie was, I had too little knowledge of history or science to know then. I know now it was our believing that we were fulfilling some end, serving some plan - that all would come out well in the end, because there was some great plan over all. Instead of the reality. There is no plan. All is hazard. And the only thing that will preserve us is ourselves.”
    John Fowles, The Magus

  • #28
    Louis de Bernières
    “There comes a point in life where each one of us who survives begins to feel like a ghost that has forgotten to die at the right time, and certainly most of us were more amusing when we were young. It seems that age folds the heart in on itself. Some of us walk detached, dreaming on the past, and some of us realize that we have lost the trick of standing in the sun. For many of us the thought of the future is a cause for irritation rather than optimism, as if we have had enough of new things, and wish only for the long sleep that rounds the edges of our lives”
    Louis de Bernières, Birds Without Wings
    tags: life

  • #29
    Jim Fergus
    “elicted”
    Jim Fergus, One Thousand White Women: The Journals of May Dodd

  • #30
    Markus Zusak
    “The bombs were coming-and so was I.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
    tags: death



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