Herring Quotes (page 186)
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How can she who had torn his heart open at the waterworks with her art lie now like a human in his arms? Or stand catatonic in front of bananas on Eastern Avenue deciding which bunch to buy? Does this make her more magical? As if a fabulous heron in flight has fallen dead at his feet and he sees the further wonder of its meticulous construction. How did someone conceive of putting this structure of bones and feathers together, deciding on the weight of beak and skull, and give it the...
Michael Ondaatje
Had it taken her this long to discover that she lacked some simple mental trick that everyone else had, a mechanism so ordinary that no one ever mentioned it, an immediate sensual connection to people and events, and to her own needs and desires? All these years she had lived in isolation within herself and, strangely, from herself, never wanting or daring to look back.
Ian Mcewan
They walked on in silence. Katie's heart was beating with a rapidity that forbade speech. Nothing like this very direct young man had ever happened to her before. She had grown so accustomed to regarding herself as something too insignificant and unattractive for the notice of the lordly male that she was overwhelmed. She had a vague feeling that there was a mistake somewhere. It surely could not be she who was proving so alluring to this fairy prince. The novelty of the situation frightened...
P. G. Wodehouse
Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain. She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear. As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.
William Shakespeare
Much of her life had been lived like a balancing act on a spearpoint fence, and on a particularly difficult night when she was twelve, she had decided that instinct was, in fact, the quiet voice of God. Prayers did receive replies, but you had to listen closely and believe in the answer. At twelve, she wrote in her diary: "God doesn't shout; He whispers, and in the whisper is the way.
Dean Koontz
Ah genclik! Genclik! Pervasizca, umursamadan gidiyorsun kendi yolunda-dnyanin btn hazineleri seninmi gibi; keder bile seni umutlandryor, ac bile alnna ok gzel oturuyor. zgvenli ve kstahsn ve "sadece ben canlym, bakn!" diyorsun. Kendi gnlerin hzla uup, hibir iz brakmadan yok olur ve iinmdeki her ey gnein altnda eriyip giderken bile mum gibi... kar gibi.. ve belki de senin sihrinin btn srr istediin her eyi yapabilme gcnde deil, yapmayacan hibir ey olmadn dnme gcnde sakl.(lk Ak-Turgenyev)
Ivan Turgenev
