It was simply a way of giving herself some relief, because actually they were joined till death by a bond that was more solid than love: a common prick of conscience.
He finished shaving by touch, still walking around the room, for he tried to see himself in the mirror as little as possible so he would not have to look into his own eyes.
Would you like to see your country lose?' Major Major asked. 'We won't lose. We've got more men, more money and more material. There are ten million men in uniform who could replace me. Some people...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they might be related to one another in ways frowned on by the Old Testament.
Even before his eyes began to fail he had his secretaries read to him, and then he read no other way because of the annoyance that eyeglasses caused him. But his interest in what he read was...
Through the lavender gloom clouding the entrance of the operations tent, Yossarian glimpsed Chief White Halfoat, diligently embezzling whiskey rations, forging the signatures of nondrinkers and...
Now, where were we? Read me back the last line.''Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take shorthand.'Not my last line, stupid!' the colonel shouted. 'Somebody else's.''Read...
..I buried myself in accomplishments, because with accomplishments, I believed I could control things, I could squeeze in every last piece of happiness before I got sick and died.. which I figured was...
He could not make them understand that he was a crotchety old fogey of twenty-eight, that he belonged to another generation, another era, another world, that having a good time bored him and was not...
Fearful people do not want to sit with broken people because they don't want to be slowed down - don't want to look at what is broken in themselves...When we dare to hold those forced to the ground,...
I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by six.
Whether through the patterns left in snow, or geese honking in the dark, or through the brilliant wet leaf that hits your face the moment you are questioning your worth, the quiet teachers are...
it's my responsibility to cultivate the man in my son. I can't be passive about that.
We're oil and water. Chalk and cheese. Snow and sun. Equally, though, we're fire and gasoline, burning matches and fireworks, kindling wood and a bonfire. We're opposite but explosive. Opposite but...
I play more than dirty, sweetheart. I play downright filthy.
Tears are okay{Morrie Schwartz}
Detachment doesn't mean you don't let the experience penetrate you. On the contrary, you let it penetrate you fully. That's how you are able to leave it.
No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Inscribed on the back was a line from Virgil in Latin: Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune favors the bold. He'd been bold all right, but Fortune hadn't gotten the memo.
Whatever is held and listened to will show us where it lives in the world and in us.
As Martin Luther King Jr. prophesied, I believe what the self-centered have torn down, the other-centered will build up.
And where is home? Is it where we begin or where we end up? Is it where we long to be or where life puts us to make good use of our gifts?
{Nathan} wasn't blindly obsessed with a possession. He wasn't crazy. He was a hero--a father who'd risked his life to rescue his son.
Every time I kiss you, I taste the rest of my life. I won't stop fighting for you until you taste yours, too.
What's wrong with my mouth? He met my eyes. Nothing. I clicked my tongue. You know what's wrong with yours? What? It lies.
I glare at him and sigh. Don't you understand what a book is?Obviously.
Good Lord, this man is a crusty, selfish penis-head, isn't he?
You won't be. It's an all-ih-gay-ter, I emphasized. Not a crocodile. What's the difference? The alligator will see you later. The crocodile will see you in a while.
Every time I kiss you, I taste the rest of my life. I wont stop fighting for you until you taste yours, too.Aaron Stone
Two thousand, seven hundred and seventy four days. That's how long I waited and wished for you.
And no ma'ams. I'll ma'am your testicles.
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Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
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The rain was pattering hypnotically on the plane's exterior.
He wondered often how he would ever recognize the first chill, flush, twinge, ache, belch, sneeze,...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...