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I was the place where you anchored. I was the deep water where you could be weightless. I was the surface where you saw your own reflection. You scooped me up in your hands. Jeanette Winterson
What you have to understand, is your father was your model for God. If you're male and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God? What you end up doing is you spend your life searching for a father and God. What you have to consider is the possibility that God doesn't like you. Could be, God hates us. This is not the worst thing that can... Chuck Palahniuk
Edna St. Vincent Millay quote: "Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass. And close my eyes,..."
Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass. And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind. Blow over me Edna St. Vincent Millay
For now that Aphra Behn had done it, girls could go to their parents and say, You need not give me an allowance; I can make money by my pen. Virginia Woolf
Suzanne Collins quote: "I wish I could think of a way to show them that they don't own..."
I wish I could think of a way to show them that they don't own me. If I'm going to die, I still want to be me. Suzanne Collins
I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait and see what you hit. Laurell K. Hamilton
In the library I felt better, words you could trust and look at until you understood them, they couldn't change halfway through a sentence like people, so it was easier to spot a lie. Jeanette Winterson
We were fond together because of the sweep of open places, the taste of wide winds, the sunlight, and the hopes in which we worked. The morning freshness of the world-to-be intoxicated us. We were wrought up with ideas inexpressible and vaporous, but to be fought for. We lived many lives in those whirling campaigns, never sparing ourselves: yet when we achieved and the new world dawned, the old men came out again and took our victory to remake in the likeness of the former world they knew.... T. E. Lawrence
the children themselves repaid her griefs with small joys. These joys were so small that they could not be seen, like gold in the sand, and in her bad moments she saw only the griefs, only sand; but there were also good moments, when she saw only joys, only gold. Leo Tolstoy
I could dance with you till the cows come home. Better still, I'll dance with the cows and you come home."Groucho Marx was never one to pass up an opportunity for a play on words and this occurs in his dialogue of the 1933 film Duck Soup: Groucho Marx
I am sentimental? she said.?I could dissect a koala but not its baby. I like the words damozel, eglantine, elegant. I love when you kiss my elongated white hand. Vladimir Nabokov
F. Scott Fitzgerald quote: "Until the great mobs could be educated into a moral sense,..."
Until the great mobs could be educated into a moral sense, someone must cry: "Thou shalt not! F. Scott Fitzgerald
And I saw a little girl, her eyes tightly closed, holding to her breast the old kind of world, one that she new in her heart could not remain, and she was holding it and pleasing, never to let her go. Kazuo Ishiguro
Lying in bed, I could hear the trams far away in the distance. Turning the corners heavily, and gathering speed for the hills. I used to hear them back in Dublin on the Northside when I was small, lying in bed, avoiding the eye of the Sacred Heart in the picture on the far wall. The house we lived in was a great lord's town house before it was a tenement, and there was a big black Kilkenny marble fireplace before my bed. If the souls in Purgatory really came back, it was out of there they... Brendan Behan
Dear John, There's so much I want to say to you, but I'm not sure where I should begin. Should I start by telling you that I love you? Or that the days I've spent with you have been the happiest in my life? Or that in the short time I've known you, I've come to believe that we were meant to be together? I could say all those things and all would be true, but as I reread them, all I can think is that I wish I were with you now, holding your hand and watching your elusive smile. Nicholas Sparks

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