Vibrations caused by powerful turbines stirred Kathy from a dream centered around a funeral. Her eyes flicked open, face dry, and she had no idea where she was. In her dream, she saw crystalline silver spiders again, weaving their way through the gra...
The best consolation in misfortune or affliction of any kind will be the thought of other people who are in a still worse plight than yourself; and this is a form of consolation open to every one. But what an awful fate this means for mankind as a wh...
Sandrine opened her eyes to the soft gray light of early dawn. Recollections of sensual pleasure seemed to caress her body, bringing a smile to her lips. She lay back in the pillow and listened to the breathing of Philippe beside her. She lingered in...
Alice opened the door when I rang. She had on green pyjamas and held a hairbrush in one hand. She looked wearily at Quinn and spoke wearily: "Bring it in." I took it in and spread it on a bed. It mumbled something I could not make out and moved one h...
She opened her eyes once again and let them drift across the scene laid out before her like a page from a storybook. Inky blackness hung above them as though painted in impasto in an opaque Prussian Blue. The impression it gave was of a sky hand-craf...
Beneath my eyes opens -- a book; I see to the bottom; the heart -- I see to the depths. I know what loves are trembling into fire; how jealousy shoots its green flashes hither and thither; how intricately love crosses love; love makes knots; love bru...
Fragmentary Blue Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)-- Though some sav...
The idea that each of us can be directly spiritual is radical. Most religions are based not on teaching adherents to be directly spiritual, but in persuading them to trust in the intercession of ministers or priests. The problem with this approach is...
Tania: I knew you weren't dead. Vasilli: How? Tania: Because we've only just met. I prayed for the first time since I was a little girl. When I opened my eyes Sacha was standing there waiting to give me the good news. I think he loves you even more t...
Richard: Sarcasm is the refuge of losers. Frank: [sarcastically] It is? Really? Richard: Sarcasm is losers trying to bring winners down to their level. Frank: [sarcastically] Wow, Richard, you've really opened my eyes to what a loser I am. How much d...
Jules: Look, do you wanna play blindman? Go walk with the shepherd. But me, my eyes are wide fucking open. Vincent: What the fuck does that mean? Jules: It means, that's it for me. From here on in you can consider my ass retired. Vincent: Jesus Chris...
Janet: Do you know what I would do if someone did that to me? I would kill him, I wouldn't hesitate. I would stab him 78 times. I would chop off his fingers, slash his throat open, carve numbers in his chest, gouge out his eyes, I swear to God!... Bu...
[Quaid wakes up in a Johnnycab] Douglas Quaid: Where am I? Johnnycab: You're in a Johnnycab. Douglas Quaid: I mean, what am I doing here? Johnnycab: I'm sorry. Would you please rephrase the question? Douglas Quaid: How did I get in this taxi? Johnnyc...
Marwood: Withnail, you bastard, wake up. Wake up you bastard, or I burn this bastard bed down! Withnail: I deny all accusations. [opens his eyes] Withnail: What you do want? Marwood: I have just narrowly avoided having a buggering, and have come in h...
Isabelle - "She laughed out loud, not able to recognize her own voice. She found her situation suddenly hilarious. She laughed and laughed at the door. Just a simple, silly, stupid door had her trapped. And now the ones that had been closed so long w...
And strange were the tales of the pond in the meadow, And eager we listened with eyes opened wide To Those tales often told by poor Mary the widow, Who lived in a cottage the meadow beside. Play not, my dear boys, near the pond in the meadow, The mer...
But let me have silence always, in the centre of the shouting—that is essential! Let me have silence so that no pin may drop and not be heard, and not a whisper escape us for all our spouting, nor the needle's scratching upon this gramophone of a c...
An eye for an eye.” “That's a revenge thing, right? From some play.” “The Bible, darling. The Lord of all plays.
I don't see any kind of mirror of power, male power, that is, as a form of liberation. I don't believe in an eye for an eye. I don't believe this is truly freedom.
That old law about 'an eye for an eye' leaves everybody blind. The time is always right to do the right thing.
Villager: An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. Tevye: Very good. That way the whole world will be blind and toothless.
