“I eagerly await more complex concentricity in our Canadian coinage.”
― Jessica Grant, quote from Come, Thou Tortoise
“I would not say no to a tortoise, I said.”
― Jessica Grant, quote from Come, Thou Tortoise
“We drove out to Oregon City where the streets are all named after presidents in the order they were elected, so you can't get lost if you are American and you know your presidents.”
― Jessica Grant, quote from Come, Thou Tortoise
“I had to pretend you didn't exist. That's how much it hurt
She was still thinking if your safety p. 361”
― Jessica Grant, quote from Come, Thou Tortoise
“She was still thinking of your safety p. 362”
― Jessica Grant, quote from Come, Thou Tortoise
“I was near, even though she couldn’t see me. But then I’m always expecting too much from the girl, wanting her to know things she can’t”
― Rebecca Wells, quote from Little Altars Everywhere
“She was not herself--she was not anything. She was something that is going to be--soon--soon--very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.”
― D.H. Lawrence, quote from Women in Love
“Howard had a pine display case, fastened by fake leather straps and stained to look like walnut. Inside, on fake velvet, were cheap gold-plated earrings and pendants of semiprecious stones. He opened this case for haggard country wives when their husbands were off chopping trees or reaping the back acres. He showed them the same half-dozen pieces every year the last time he came around, when he thought, This is the season - preserving done, woodpile high, north wind up and getting cold, night showing up earlier every day, dark and ice pressing down from the north, down on the raw wood of their cabins, on the rough-cut rafters that sag and sometimes snap from the weight of the dark and the ice, burying families in their sleep, the dark and the ice and sometimes the red in the sky through trees: the heartbreak of a cold sun. He thought, Buy the pendant, sneak it into your hand from the folds of your dress and let the low light of the fire lap at it late at night as you wait for the roof to give out or your will to snap and the ice to be too thick to chop through with the ax as you stand in your husband's boots on the frozen lake at midnight, the dry hack of the blade on ice so tiny under the wheeling and frozen stars, the soundproof lid of heaven, that your husband would never stir from his sleep in the cabin across the ice, would never hear and come running, half-frozen, in only his union suit, to save you from chopping a hole in the ice and sliding into it as if it were a blue vein, sliding down into the black, silty bottom of the lake, where you would see nothing, would perhaps feel only the stir of some somnolent fish in the murk as the plunge of you in your wool dress and the big boots disturbed it from its sluggish winter dreams of ancient seas. Maybe you would not even feel that, as you struggled in clothes that felt like cooling tar, and as you slowed, calmed, even, and opened your eyes and looked for a pulse of silver, an imbrication of scales, and as you closed your eyes again and felt their lids turn to slippery, ichthyic skin, the blood behind them suddenly cold, and as you found yourself not caring, wanting, finally, to rest, finally wanting nothing more than the sudden, new, simple hum threading between your eyes. The ice is far too thick to chop through. You will never do it. You could never do it. So buy the gold, warm it with your skin, slip it onto your lap when you are sitting by the fire and all you will otherwise have to look at is your splintery husband gumming chew or the craquelure of your own chapped hands.”
― Paul Harding, quote from Tinkers
“So I might have to marry Alec when I'm grown," Illia was prattling across to Seregil. "I hope that won't hurt your feelings too much."
Seregil slapped a hand over his heart like a troubadour in a mural. "Ah, fair maiden, I shall slay a thousand evil dragons for you, and lay their steaming black livers at your dainty feet, if only you will restore me to your favor."
"Livers!" Illia buried her face against Alec's shoulder with an outraged giggle.
"You wouldn't bring me livers, would you, Alec?"
"Of course not," Alec scoffed. "What a disgusting present. I'd bring you the eyeballs for a necklace, and all their scaly pointed tongues to tie your braids with.”
― quote from Stalking Darkness
“لكن ألا تظنين أنه يوجد فرق كبير بين الجنسين عندما يتعلق الأمر بالشفاء من علاقة حبّ؟
أقصد عندما تخرج المرأة من زواج أو من علاقة حبّ فاشلة، و كل هذا الخراء، فهي تتجنب عادة أن تقيم علاقة أخرى لفترة من الزمن.
أما الرجل، فهو على عكس ذلك تمامًا. فما إن يخرج أحدهم من كارثة حتى يبدأ مسيرة البحث عن أخرى. إن الرجل لا يستطيع أن يعيش وحيدًا.”
― Elif Shafak, quote from The Bastard of Istanbul
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