Elina Laporta > Elina's Quotes

“If you can't prove your freedom in the nanosecond before you spilled rage out of your lips, you have proven your bondage.”
― Randy Loubier, Slow Brewing Tea

“It was as if we played chess after denying me both bishops and knights.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“The Slice and Dice Fanatic uses his sexual skills to lure his victims into his realm of fun.”
― RB Le `Deach, My Graphic Bipolar Fantasies: & Other Short Stories

“Just like the sun coming up yonder out of the sea, pushing rays of light ahead of it.”
― Esther Forbes, Johnny Tremain

“With every fragment of rock that fall from me, I can hear the voice of Marianne Engle. I love you. Aishiteru. Ego amo te. Ti amo. Eg elska pig. Ich liebe dich. It is moving across time, coming to me in every language of the world, and it sounds like pure love.”
― Andrew Davidson, The Gargoyle

“Svaki put kad bi netko ustao i počeo pričati o lošim stvarima koje je učinio, jedan bi čovjek koji je uvijek sjedio na drugoj strani u kutu uvijek viknuo: „Reci sve! Reci sve!“ On bi to vikao svaki put kad bi izgledalo da će onaj koji je govorio završiti ispovijed, pa bi se taj pokušao sjetiti još nečeg lošeg što je bio učinio. Ponekad bi zato netko ispričao i prilično loše stvari koje možda inače ne bi bio ispričao. Ali taj čovjek koji je vikao „Reci sve!“ nikada nije ustajao ispovjediti se.”
― Forrest Carter, Malo drvo

“So after some instruction, Joseph put on the apron and started carefully polishing the clean dishes even though it made no sense to him.
Over the course of the day, he learned how to wash the floors and clean the windows and empty out the iron stove. Soon the kitchen smelled of lemons and spices, fresh bread and soap.
There was a short break for lunch before resuming work. The light shifted during the afternoon and cascaded through the clean windows, burnishing the room with gold.
Joseph was so focused on the work, on the patters of the silverware and the curve of the handles on the ancient pitchers and measuring cups, that he forgot for a little while about his parents, and St. Anthony's, and the fire, and losing Blink. He felt a kind of pride in being allowed to touch all the delicate glassware, plates, and bowls, and he hadn't broken a single thing.”
― Brian Selznick, The Marvels

“pig and an elephant”
― Jon Scieszka, Terrifying Tales

“Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain."
"I know," said Pooh humbly.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

“Her face was a stranger’s face, which was as it should be. Love each other from the day we are born to the day we die, we are still strangers every minute, and nobody should forget that, even though we have to. ”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Innkeeper's Song

“Jane! will you hear reason?' (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear) 'because, if you won't, I'll try violence.”
― Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

“V-day is a movement: an organized effort to finally end violence against women.
V-Day is a vision: we see a civilization where women live in freedom and safety.
V-Day is a spirit: affirming that life should be live creating and thriving rather than surviving or recovering from terrible atrocities.
V-Day is a catalyst: by raising wide public awareness of the issue, it will reinvigorates efforts already under way and commence new initiatives in publicity, education, and law.
V-Day is a vital ongoing process: we proclaim Valentine's Day as V'day until the violence against women stops, and the it will become Victory Day.”
― Eve Ensler, The Vagina Monologues

“Great, tell me when you've defeated Voldemort for me, will you?”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“Entitled ‘My Country and Its Appeal’, she commented on China’s cultural icon Confucius: ‘His grossest mistake was the failure to regard womankind with due respect. We learn from observation that no nation can rise to distinction unless her women are educated and considered as man’s equal morally, socially, and intellectually … China’s progress must come largely through her educated women.”
― Jung Chang, Big Sister, Little Sister, Red Sister: Three Women at the Heart of Twentieth-Century China

“On the strength of these successes, Alcibiades at last returned to Athens in 408. The Athenian people had short memories:”
― Robin Waterfield, Creators, Conquerors, and Citizens: A History of Ancient Greece

“What good does it do me, after all, if an ever-watchful authority keeps an eye out to ensure that my pleasures will be tranquil and races ahead of me to ward off all danger, sparing me the need even to think about such things, if that authority, even as it removes the smallest thorns from my path, is also absolute master of my liberty and my life; if it monopolizes vitality and existence to such a degree that when it languishes, everything around it must also languish; when it sleeps, everything must also sleep; and when it dies, everything must also perish? ”
― Alexis de Tocqueville

“Before, they had laughed at me, despising me for my ignorance and dullness; now, they hated me for my knowledge and understanding. Why? What in God's name did they want of me?”
― Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

“Every angel is terrifying.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies

“Never pretend that the things you haven't got are not worth having.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Volume Two: 1920-1924

“Like a god, like an ogre? The personification of the natural is exactly the tendency I wish to suppress in myself, to eliminate for good. I am here not only to evade for a while the clamor and filth and confusion of the cultural apparatus but also to confront, immediately and directly if it's possible, the bare bones of existence, the elemental and fundamental, the bedrock which sustains us. I want to be able to look at and into a juniper tree, a piece of quartz, a vulture, a spider, and see it as it is in itself, devoid of all humanly ascribed qualities, anti-Kantian, even the categories of scientific description. To meet God or Medusa face to face, even if it means risking everything human in myself. I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.”
― Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire