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  • #1
    Sara Pascoe
    “It is weird that the same two parents can come together and make two such different people.”
    Sara Pascoe, Weirdo

  • #2
    Therisa Peimer
    “Too pissed off to care, Aurelia interrupted him. "No, I will not wait just one moment!" Piercing him with her best scary stare, she said, "It surprises me that no one has pointed out your glaringly obvious agenda, so let me be the first.”
    Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame

  • #3
    Anne Brontë
    “I gave up hoping...But still, I would think of him, I would cherish his image in my mind, and treasure every word, look, and gesture that my memory could retain.”
    Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey

  • #4
    Stephen Chbosky
    “The only perspective is to really be there.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #5
    Charlotte Brontë
    “No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure. Happiness is a glory shining far down upon us out of Heaven. She is a divine dew which the soul, on certain of its summer mornings, feels dropping upon it from the amaranth bloom and golden fruitage of Paradise.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Villette

  • #6
    D.H. Lawrence
    “But you don't fuck me cold-heartedly,' she protested.
    'I don't want to fuck you at all.'
    Lady Chatterly's Lover”
    D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

  • #7
    Pearl S. Buck
    “Never reproach him with his own weakness, for then he will become wholly weak. Never let him feel that but for you he would be useless, for then he will indeed become useless. You must search for the few strong threads in him and weave your fabric with those, and where the threads are weak, never trust to them. Supply your own in secret.”
    Pearl S. Buck, Pavilion of Women

  • #8
    Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
    “Where one door shuts, another opens.”
    Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote

  • #9
    Rebecca Harlem
    “Oversensitivity isn’t a problem, it’s your strength. It simply indicates you are more human than others. You should be proud of yourself.”
    Rebecca Harlem, The Pink Cadillac

  • #10
    Susan  Rowland
    “   In 1658, Francis Andrew Ransome stole the Alchemy Scroll from St. Julian’s college, my present employer. Ransome was a member of a transatlantic group called The Invisible College. They were alchemists, meaning they worked with matter and spirit together.”
    Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

  • #11
    “Serving” is assisting your fellow man, the how-to, practical way to thrust your life into the spiritual wall to make the
tunnel bigger. Will God suddenly appear? Does
washing stacks of pots and pans bring salvation?
    Can pulling weeds reclaim your brain? Will mopping the floor make you equal to the richest of men?”
    Tom Hillman, Digging for God

  • #12
    “I stood up to go shake hands with him and I don’t remember anything else. What I do recall is the crowd yelling and me crying, while everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.”
    Vernon Davis, Playing Ball: Life Lessons from My Journey to the Super Bowl and Beyond

  • #13
    A.R. Merrydew
    “     Illicit flight Alfa Bravo Charlie quickly reached a predetermined altitude and stopped dead. The passengers on board screamed the way people do on fairground rides. The shuttle hesitated momentarily and then shot forward accelerating rapidly to reach a blistering 145,222 miles per hour. They were in a Mach 22 situation. The cries from on-board could not be heard from the ground. Neither did anyone in the great metropolis of Llar witness the bright blue vapour trail the craft left behind in its wake. It was after all overcast and raining heavily.”
    A.R. Merrydew, Our Blue Orange

  • #14
    Lotchie Burton
    “He reached for one of her fidgeting hands, grasping hold. Her eyes met his then faltered, lowered and grazed over his damaged skin. Her gaze burning nearly as deep as the wounds.”
    Lotchie Burton, Gabriel's Fire

  • #15
    Michael G. Kramer
    “As well, I want our special force commandos to silently slip into Cat Bi and Gia Lam airfields and destroy the aircraft stationed there. That will deal the French forces at Dien Bien Phu a stunning blow!” (Giap, 1990)”
    Michael G. Kramer, A Gracious Enemy & After the War Volume One

  • #16
    K.  Ritz
    “I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn’t need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward. 
    I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
    We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. “Do you like living in the High Lord’s kitchens?”
    He, of course, replied, “No.”
    “Well, we’re going to a better place.”
    When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec’s cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
    Malison moved beside me. “It’s a graveyard.”
    “Are you afraid of ghosts?” I asked.
    “My father’s a ghost,” he whispered.
    I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, “Yes,” as I knew he would.  He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I’d spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined. 
    Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
    “Aren’t you going to show me?” Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
    K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

  • #17
    Benjamin Franklin
    “Vicious actions are not hurtful because they are forbidden, but forbidden because they are hurtful.”
    Benjamin Franklin

  • #18
    Tracy Kidder
    “Outside, the afternoon sun was an orange sliver on an icy horizon.”
    Tracy Kidder
    tags: nature

  • #19
    Robert Fulghum
    “It is the chair in honor of all those who, however competently, embrace the impossible. Sit in that chair someday.”
    Robert Fulghum, Maybe, Maybe Not

  • #20
    Gregory David Roberts
    “Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears.”
    Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram
    tags: love

  • #21
    John Steinbeck
    “Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.”
    John Steinbeck, Tortilla Flat

  • #22
    Adam Smith
    “Man naturally desires, not only to be loved, but to be lovely.”
    Adam Smith, The Theory of Moral Sentiments



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