Ivey Cedars > Ivey's Quotes

“I don’t like anything pointing at me, dollface, that includes an umbrella, a finger, or a gun, got it?”
― A.G. Russo, The Cases Nobody Wanted

“Democracy is a pretty word. Democracy is a captivating magic. The oppressed classes always wanted and the oppressing ones always promised a democracy. But this was precisely for democracy that the both parts had always fought. The great French Revolution proclaimed the great appeal "Liberty, Equality, Fraternity". The history showed that from the class viewpoint, they could indicate different things, distinct contents; these concepts must be filled with different sense. In the class society, in the society locked in a state, Liberty is always at the top of somebody’s spear! Equality is the Achilles’ heel, into which this spear is plunged. Humanity is the pledge for plunging it by all force.  ”
― Todor Bombov, Socialism Is Dead! Long Live Socialism!: The Marx Code-Socialism with a Human Face

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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

“Ala Moire’s voice whispered in Alastair Munro’s head. “Well done, Alastair. The young King’s heart is for good and God is pleased. In future times he will be known as the Peacemaker and will become the greatest of all the Dewar kings.”
History would remember Dewar the Third’s reign as the greatest of the age, sixty years of peace and prosperity, of law and order, and most of all, of humility and love. His journey had begun.
Robert Reid – White Light Red Fire”
― Robert Reid, White Light Red Fire

“Yes, there was a great power and satisfaction in giving up all hope.”
― Gary Clemenceau, Banker's Holiday: A Novel of Fiscal Irregularity

“Scott glanced at his watch but didn't register what it said. The notion of time had become as absurd as the quietly glowing trees.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

“Mead.
O sweet elixir,
Ye bless the lips and steal the wits.
 ”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Her heart hammered, her head pounded. Part of her felt like maybe she could outrun it – the monster that stole her mother. She ran, the thumping of her feet her only anchor. She thought she
might rise up and explode, like a big greasy soap bubble.
If only I could.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“Luego me midieron el dedo pulgar de la mano derecha, y no necesitaron más, pues por medio de un cálculo matemático, según el cual dos veces la circunferencia del dedo pulgar es una vez la circunferencia de la muñeca,”
― Jonathan Swift, Los viajes de Gulliver

“The very heart of the Gita’s message is to see the Lord in every creature and act accordingly,”
― Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, The Bhagavad Gita

“И аз чувствам, че има нещо много сериозно, много важно, което трябва да ти кажа, мой несъществуващи читателю, и чувствам, че трябва да го кажа така настоятелно, както ако стоях в стаята пред теб. Че животът – какъвто и други качества да има – е кратък. Че съдбата е жестока, но може би не е произволна. Че Природата (с което искам да кажа Смъртта) винаги побеждава, но това не означава, че трябва да се преклоним, да коленичим пред нея. Че дори ако невинаги сме щастливи, че сме тук, нашата задача е да се потопим в живота така или иначе; да газим право напред, напряко през тази помийна яма, с отворени очи и открити сърца. И когато умираме, когато се издигаме над материалното и когато потъваме отново, позорно, в материалното, за нас е гордост и привилегия да обичаме онова, което смъртта не може да докосне. Защото, макар че забвението и злополучията са преследвали тази картина през вековете – по същия начин я е преследвала и любовта. И доколкото тя е безсмъртна (а тя е безсмъртна), аз имам един мъничък, светъл, непроменим дял в това безсмъртие. И аз добавям своята любов към историята на хората, които са обичали красивите неща, които са ги търсили, които са ги спасявали от огъня, издирвали са ги, когато са изчезнели, опитвали са се да ги съхранят и да ги спасят, предавайки ги буквално от ръка на ръка и, сияйната им песен се издига над разрухата на времето и достига до нови и нови поколения любители на красотата.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“Mary Shelley may well have invented science fiction. I think she did! But after that it seemed to be a boys' game.”
― William Gibson

“Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
― Samuel Beckett

“his throat, but his voice remained”
― Victoria Dougherty, The Bone Church