“Laying a hand on his heart, she timed its beats to her own. And knew the truest magic was there.”
“She's in love, and that makes her strong. She'll need to be."
"What makes you strong, Mia?"
"Purpose. Love never worked for me.”
“Who I am now is who I was before. The three years between, they were the aberration. You wouldn't recognize the person I became during that lost time. I barely do.”
“There were too many idiot men in the world, to her way of thinking. And most of them ended up bumping up against stubborn women.”
“While the bells rang and echoed, she sat near the edge of the water. Here was peace, she thought, and joy. She would never, never take either for granted. She would remember to give something back every day. Even if it was just a heel of bread for the gulls. She would tend what she planted. She would remember to be kind, and never forget to offer a helping hand.”
“worried about you, I’d never have asked Mia about it. Rather saw my tongue in half with a rusty kitchen knife. But I did ask her, and she’s not clear on it.’ ‘Honey, what you said before about knowing me, that’s true. Now what do you think my reaction is to what you just said?’ She hissed out a breath. ‘If he comes after her, he’ll have to get through you.’ ‘Close enough. Shouldn’t you be out on patrol, or would you rather take the paperwork portion of our day?’ ‘I’d rather eat lice.’ She put on her cap, yanked the tail of her hair through the back. ‘Look, I’m glad you found someone who suits you. I’m even more glad I like her. But there’s more to Nell Channing than a nice woman with a murky past who can bake like a team of angels.’ ‘You mean she’s a witch,’ he said easily. ‘Yeah, I figured that out. I’ve got no particular problem with it.’ So saying, he went back to the keyboard, chuckling to himself when Ripley slammed the door behind her. ‘The goddess doesn’t require sacrifice,’ Mia said. ‘She’s a mother. Like a mother, she requires respect, love, discipline, and wants happiness for her children.’ The evening was cool. Mia could already scent the end of summer. Soon her woods would change from green and lush to wild color. She’d already seen the woolly caterpillars, watched the busy squirrel hoarding”
“Could you rewind that question?” “Zack’s working up to asking you”
“chews up my shoes. I’m thinking about buying her a brother or sister.”
“tailor-made a job I’d like more.”
“I’ll strip with you,” Safi offered, grabbing for her shirttails. “If anyone shows up”—the shirt slid over her face, muffled her words—“I’ll dance around and distract them.”
“فالإنسان المطرود من سياج الطفولة الواقى يرغب فى اقتحام العالم، لكن خوفه يدفعه إلى صنع عالم اصطناعى تعويضى بواسطة أشعاره، فيحيط نفسه بتلك الأشعار كما تحيط الكواكب بالشمس، ويحتل مركز عالم صغير لا شئ فيه غريبًا، يحس داخله بالألفة على غرار الطفل فى بطن أمه، لأن كل شئ هنالك مقدود من مادة روحه.
وهو هناك يستطيع أن يفعل كل ما يتعذّر عليه فعله فى الخارج. هناك يستطيع أن يسير بين حشود العمال من أجل القيام بالثورة، ويجلد عشيقاته الصغيرات، لأن هذه الحشود، وهذه العشيقات لم تُقدد من المادة العدائية لعالم غريب، بل من مادة أحلامه الخاصة.
فهى إذًا ليست غير ذاته، وهى لا تقطع من وحدة العالم الذى أنشأه لنفسه.”
“These people were content with their environment, and felt no particular objection to an impersonal steel and concrete landscape, no qualms about the invasion of their privacy by government agencies and organizations, and if anything welcoming these intrusions, using them for their own purposes. These people were the first to master a new kind of 20th century life. They thrived on the rapid turnover of acquaintances, the lack of involvement with others, and the total self-sufficiency of lives which, needing nothing, were never disappointed. Alternatively, their real needs might emerge later.”
“He hesitated, as if wrestling with the desire to cross the space between us and kiss me until I admitted I was just a tiny bit in love with him too. But he didn't. He didn't.”
“pata de la paloma; y más rojas que los hermosos”
BookQuoters is a community of passionate readers who enjoy sharing the most meaningful, memorable and interesting quotes from great books. As the world communicates more and more via texts, memes and sound bytes, short but profound quotes from books have become more relevant and important. For some of us a quote becomes a mantra, a goal or a philosophy by which we live. For all of us, quotes are a great way to remember a book and to carry with us the author’s best ideas.
We thoughtfully gather quotes from our favorite books, both classic and current, and choose the ones that are most thought-provoking. Each quote represents a book that is interesting, well written and has potential to enhance the reader’s life. We also accept submissions from our visitors and will select the quotes we feel are most appealing to the BookQuoters community.
Founded in 2023, BookQuoters has quickly become a large and vibrant community of people who share an affinity for books. Books are seen by some as a throwback to a previous world; conversely, gleaning the main ideas of a book via a quote or a quick summary is typical of the Information Age but is a habit disdained by some diehard readers. We feel that we have the best of both worlds at BookQuoters; we read books cover-to-cover but offer you some of the highlights. We hope you’ll join us.