Constance Grulkey > Constance's Quotes

“The craggy lines that made up the character in his face now seemed like scars of defeat, inflicted on him over time.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

“Your god must once have stood at a dawn of infinite possibilities, and this is what he's made of it. You tell me that I want God's love? I don't. Perhaps I want forgiveness, but there's no-one to ask it of. And there's no going back, there's no setting things right, there's only the hope of nothingness.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited

“Al pasar cogió un puñado de cerezas de un plato y Wolf se hizo a un lado para dejarla salir. Tocaban la noche con todo su cuerpo.”
― Boris Vian, L'herbe rouge - roman / Les lurettes fourrées - nouvelles

“What is the only provocation that could bring about the use of nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. What is the priority target for nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. What is the only established defense against nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. How do we prevent the use of nuclear weapons? By threatening the use of nuclear weapons. And we can't get rid of nuclear weapons, because of nuclear weapons. The intransigence, it seems, is a function of the weapons themselves.”
― Martin Amis, Einstein's Monsters

“Ya dont want yadinner taget cold, doya?”
― Hubert Selby Jr., Last Exit to Brooklyn

“It's queer how the thing what attracted you to someone is the same as what you come to despise about them”
― Lionel Shriver

“Todo seguía igual que cuando dio el primer grito dentro de aquel casillero. Quizás ahora el casillero era más grande; esta tenía piscina y jardín, había un grupo de gente paseándose media desnuda y se permitía tener mascotas… Sí, tenía todo tipo de tonterías: museos, cines, clínicas psiquiátricas, pero seguía siendo un enorme casillero de monedas, y por muchas capas de camuflaje que te pongas a traspasar, si es que te da por traspasarlas, al final vuelves a estamparte contra una pared.”
― Ryū Murakami, Coin Locker Babies

“لا شيء يدوم , ولا حتى الأفكار التي في رأسك . وينبغي ألا تهدر وقتك في البحث عنها , فعندما تختفي , تكون تلك نهايتها .”
― بول أوستر

“Cowboy: New York hood talk means kill the mother fucker wherever you find him. A rat is a rat is a rat is a rat. Is an informer.”
― William S. Burroughs

“The growth of the nervous system from beginning to end is dominated by 'a totally integrated matrix, and not a progressive integration of primarily individuated units'. The organism is not a sum of its reflexes, but on the contrary 'the mechanism of the total pattern is an essential component of the performance of the part, i.e. the reflex'. The stimulus-response scheme cannot explain even embryonic behaviour, because movements appear long before the motor neurons of the reflex arc are connected with the sensory neurons. This centrifugal mode of development means that the individual acts on its environment before it reacts to its environment.”
― Arthur Koestler, The Act of Creation

“What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit-
man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees
with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images,
I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of
your enumerations! ”
― Allen Ginsberg

“The sun burns, clawing its way higher and higher in the sky, scorching Lylitte's neck and shoulders. It's more than just the heat that overwhelms. Her belly feels as if it has doubled in size, and all her parts are swollen; her back is exhausted, and her joints ache. She watches from under heavy lids as an indifferent land of sparse grass, dirt, and sand give off waves of heat that look as though it will cook her and her children alive. Earth is horrendous and uncomfortable and ugly, she reflects. How will we possibly survive?”
― Joseph A. Anderson, Return to Planet Earth

“After a week he was moved to a different wing and into a shared six-by-eight with a grizzled old con called Alf. He had faded tattoos that stained most of the visible skin on his hands, arms and neck a dull blue, sharp eyes and a thick beard that made his mouth look like an axe wound on a bear.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

“In a world where every item in your suitcase must earn its place to avoid breaching the weight limit, you must master the art of efficient packing.”
― Anastasia Pash, Travel With Style: Master the Art of Stylish and Functional Travel Capsules

“Giving in to the thirst for retribution might offer a fleeting catharsis, but it wouldn’t restore what was lost.”
― S.E. Stitcher, The Doomsday Butcher

“Kowkosvki? You handling this?”
“I am.”
The suit turned and stared at me with his dark eyes. “Detective Hayden. I take it you’re the shooter?”
“I am.”
“And you are?”
“Jack Ludefance. I’m a PI hired by Mr. Kingsley to investigate the murder of Professor Zambear.”
“Oh, yeah, I heard about you. Who’s in the bedroom?”
“Rudy Orkut. My computer tech.”
“Computer tech, huh? Any idea who this dead body is?”
“Not a clue.”
― Behcet Kaya, Uncanny Alliance

“Her quiet sobs were absorbed into the aria of their voices, their protection and love enveloping her pain and carrying her song.”
― Jennifer Wizbowski, Poinsettia Girl: The Story of Agata della Pieta

“I would caution you—ambition is a deadly disease.”
― John Edgell, Seed of the Defiled

“There is nothing perfect...there is only life.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

“The truth is that the heroism of your childhood entertainments was not true valor. It was theatre. The grand gesture, the moment of choice, the mortal danger, the external foe, the climactic battle whose outcome resolves all--all designed to appear heroic, to excite and gratify and audience. Gentlemen, welcome to the world of reality--there is no audience. No one to applaud, to admire. No one to see you. Do you understand? Here is the truth--actual heroism receives no ovation, entertains no one. No one queues up to see it. No one is interested.”
― David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

“Okay, so I admit that the first day of school I was so nervous that the butterflies in my stomach were more like pigeons flying around my insides.”
― R.J. Palacio, Wonder

“You must know,’ said Estella, condescending to me as a beautiful and brilliant woman might, ‘that I have no heart—if that has anything to do with my memory.’
I got through some jargon to the effect that I took the liberty of doubting that. That I knew better. That there could be no such beauty without it.
‘Oh! I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in, I have no doubt,’ said Estella, ‘and, of course, if it ceased to beat I should cease to be. But you know what I mean. I have no softness there, no—sympathy—sentiment—nonsense.’
… ‘I am serious,’ said Estella, not so much with a frown (for her brow was smooth) as with a darkening of her face; ‘If we are to be thrown much together, you had better believe it at once. No!’ imperiously stopping me as I opened my lips. ‘I have not bestowed my tenderness anywhere. I have never had any such thing.”
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

“Luck is what happens to you when fate gets tired of waiting,”
― Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram

“What he's really saying is: Please be a human being. With a life so full of rules and regiments, it's so easy to forget that's what they are. She knows—she sees—how often compassion takes a back seat to expediency.”
― Neal Shusterman, Unwind