Man Jeanbart

Man’s Bookshelves

to-read‎ (105)
currently-reading‎ (0)
read‎ (524)
did-not-finish‎ (0)
5-star‎ (1)
5-stars‎ (1)
all-time-favorites‎ (1)
book-boyfriend‎ (1)
book-boyfriends‎ (1)
books‎ (1)
books-i-own‎ (1)
chick-lit‎ (1)

contemporary-romance‎ (1)
cute‎ (1)
drama‎ (1)
ebook‎ (1)
ebooks‎ (1)
favorite‎ (1)
favorite-books‎ (1)
favorites‎ (1)
favourites‎ (1)
favs‎ (1)
fiction‎ (1)
guilty-pleasures‎ (1)

i-own‎ (1)
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love‎ (1)
love-stories‎ (1)
love-story‎ (1)
loved‎ (1)
loved-it‎ (1)
must-read‎ (1)
my-books‎ (1)
my-favorites‎ (1)
own‎ (1)
own-it‎ (1)

owned‎ (1)
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perfect-chemistry‎ (1)
re-read‎ (1)
read-more-than-once‎ (1)
realistic‎ (1)
romance‎ (1)
romantic‎ (1)
teen-romance‎ (1)
want-to-read‎ (1)
wishlist‎ (1)
ya-romance‎ (1)

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Man’s Quotes

“Love is described like GOD.”
― Sara Pascoe

tags: aniaml, female-body, feminism, love

471 likes

“Cung went to his section commander Corporal Binh Chien Bui and spoke to him. He said, “Binh, come quickly, something strange is going on!”

(A Gracious Enemy & After the War Volume Two)”
― Michael G. Kramer

tags: australia, historical, historical-fiction, history, oceanian-fiction, southeast-asia, truth, war, war-recount

177 likes

“I'm starting to boil inside. I know I seem dreamy, but inside-well, I'm boiling! Whenever I pick up a shoe, I shudder a little thinking how short life is and what I am doing!”
― Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

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“I center down - I retreat, not inside myself, but outside myself. ... Self-forgetfulness is tremendously invigorating. I wonder if we don't waste most of our energy just by spending every waking minute saying hello to ourselves.”
― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

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“Next morning, while her children were still asleep in their tent, Evie got up early. The acorn she had planted the day before had sprung to life and was nearly ten feet high. Sitting on the fallen log where the forest boy had sat thirty years earlier, she listened. There was no dancing partner. Maybe she was now too old, but the oak trees did sing for her.”
― Robert Reid, The Empress: