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“But if you flip this around, the reason women are smaller and weaker is that men weren’t worth fighting over.
Hold my bag while I victory-lap.”
― Sara Pascoe

“The Green Judges, most of them decidedly miffed, grumbled out one by one, though I got a wink and a thumbsup from Washington.”
― Gary Clemenceau, Banker's Holiday: A Novel of Fiscal Irregularity

“Get a child interested in learning a skill while young and they will remember forever.”
― Sybrina Durant

“Blood began to flow, at first cautiously, as if embarrassed by its appearance; a few thin red lines exploring the gravitational trajectory of its new terrain. Now it flowed faster, steadily staining her pale flesh a horrific red.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

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It happened every time she painted, when she knew her eyes were seeing something she couldn’t see but was about to come to the canvass, first from wherever and then from her heart and at last from her hands.”
― Ashby Jones, The Little Bird

“There is no word that admits of more various significations, and has made more varied impressions on the human mind, than that of liberty.” (Montesquieu) In order to exist, liberty and justice in a society, there should be equality in this society before them and together with them. Only then can we speak of humanism. Only socially equal personalities are free. And only free and equal in rights personalities could “love each other like brothers.”
― Todor Bombov, Socialism Is Dead! Long Live Socialism!: The Marx Code-Socialism with a Human Face

“When those we care about are weakest, that’s when we must be strong for them.”
― A.G. Russo, The Cases Nobody Wanted

“Did you see them? When I looked at the soldiers, I felt the British soldiers’ eyes boring into us, and I knew they were intently observing our battle with the two horses and wagon.”
― Dorlies von Kaphengst Meissner Rasmussen, Escaping the Russian Onslaught: A Family’s Story of Fleeing the Russian Army after Hitler’s Nazi Regime

“There was a basic harmony between Ántonia and her mistress. They had strong, independent natures, both of them. They knew what they liked, and were not always trying to imitate other people. They loved children and animals and music, and rough play and digging in the earth. They liked to prepare rich, hearty food and to see people eat it; to make up soft white beds and to see youngsters asleep in them. They ridiculed conceited people and were quick to help unfortunate ones. Deep down in each of them there was a kind of hearty joviality, a relish of life, not over-delicate, but very invigorating.”
― Willa Cather, My Ántonia

“Recebo cartas notáveis. Elas são abertas, desdobradas e expostas diante de meus olhos segundo um ritual que o tempo fixou e que confere à chegada do correio um caráter de cerimônia silenciosa e sagrada. Leio pessoalmente todas as cartas com grande zelo. Algumas até são muito sérias. Falam do sentido da vida, da supremacia da alma, do mistério de cada existência, e, por um curioso fenômeno de inversão de expectativas, são as pessoas com as quais eu mantinha as relações mais fúteis que tratam com mais familiaridade essas questões essenciais. A leviandade delas mascarava interesses profundos. Será que eu era cego e surdo ou será que a luz de uma desgraça se faz necessária para iluminar a verdadeira face de um homem?”
― Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly: A Memoir of Life in Death

“Patroclus,' he said. He was always better with words than I.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“The purpose of TV channels are not to entertain, is to force one to watch commercials”
― Omar Farhad , Need a Ride?

“Nothing is every quiet, except for fools.”
― Alan Paton, Cry, the Beloved Country

“But Benia’s box remained an embarrassment and a reproach to me. It did not belong in a garden shed. It was not made for a foreignborn midwife without status or standing. It was mine only because the carpenter had recognized my loneliness and because I had seen the need in him, too. I filled the box with gifts from my mothers, but covered its gleaming beauty with an old papyrus mat so that it would not remind me of Benia, whom I resigned to the corner of my heart, with other dreams that had died.”
― Anita Diamant, The Red Tent