A storyteller can attempt to tell the human tale, can make a galaxy out of th echaos, can point to the fact that some people survived even as most people died.
from The Devil's Arithmetic by Jane Yolen pgs 169-170
They did not need to imagine ladders that would lead to heaven, or things of massive size that would astound the heart, because they had them in such profusion that it was difficult to get from town to town, and because of them the sun itself was often denied a chance to shine, or forced to break in gold through opaque ridges of ice and snow whiter than physics would allow.
A Soldier of the Great War, by Mark Helprin, page 183
"Her simplicity decorated us, her guilt sanctified us, her pain made us glow with health, her awkwardness made us think we had a sense of humor. Her inarticulateness made us believe we are eloquent. Her poverty kept us generous."
" New Aunt, who went to the same missionary school, said my mother was not a good student, not very good at all, maybe that's why I was the same way. She said my motehr had a fighting temper, maybe that's why I was the same way. She was naughty, maybe that's why I was the same way . "
Quote from " The Kitchen God's Wifte " by Amy Tan. Page 102
"The other pilots-they were smart, they were nice people. But they didn't see what I could see: He accused and tormented, shouted and threatened. And just at that point when you did not know which way to move, He took the danger away, became kind and forgiving. Laughing and happy. Back and forth, this way and that."
"God meant for you to have a masters. "God meant for you to be slaves. "God meant for you to be humble, obedient, honest, truthful and God-fearing servants of your earthly masters."
"My father taught me with silence. . .to look into myself, to find my own strength, to walk around inside myself in company with my soul. . . ." (Potok, Chaim "The chosen")
'We will save ourselves. But not by prayers of mourning. Not by indolence or strong drink. Not by the pleasures of the body or by ignorance. Not by submission and humblness. But by pride. By dignity. By becoming hard and strong.' (page 194)
"Robert looked over his shoulder and smiled, a smile that on the dark pinched face was more than a smile, was a hand, a hug, a kiss." [Anna Quindlen Black and Blue Pg.92]
" My Mother is not the Holy Lady, she thought. My mother's love is not perfect. My mother's love is good enough. My lover's love is good enough. Maybe I am good enough." -- The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood Rebecca Wells ( page 327)
Such will be our life. Every day, according to the established rhythm, Ausrucken and Emrucken, go out and come in; work, sleep, and eat; fall ill, get better, or die.
"They construct shelters and trenches, they repair the damage, they build, they fight, they command, they organize and they kill. What else could they do? They are Germans."- pg 141
"The proud and the meek, the arrogant and the humble are all made equal on Ash Wednesday. The healthy and the sick, the assured and the sick in spirit, all make their way to church in the gray morning or in the dusty afternoon."
Bod was used to being ignored, to existing in the shadows. When glances naturally slip away from you, you become very aware of eyes upon you, of glances in your direction, of attention. And if you barely exist in people’s minds as another living person then being pointed to, being followed around . . . these things draw attention to themselves. --Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book, p. 186
They were leisurely enough for Mr. Verloc to recognize the limb and the weapon. They were leisurely enough for him to take in the full meaning of the portent. ... They were leisurely enough for the first paralysing effect of this discovery to pass away before a resolute determination to come out victorious from the ghastly struggle with that armed lunatic. They were leisurely enough for Mr. Velroc to elaborate a plan of defence... But they were not leisurely enough to allow Mr. Verloc the time to move either hand or foot. The knife was already planted in his breast.
“I love the way they smell sweet in the spring, and I love the silverfish-green color of their leaves. I love that, in summer, the leaves are thick and can hide me. I love that I can be alone here. . .” (also an example of anaphora) –from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
While I watch my mothers, while I gaze at my father pink-cheeked with hope, while I listen to my siblings all around me, I am struck to the center with worry. –from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
Past the edge of the Compound. Past the fences. Past the river. Off our land . . . –from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
I trudge past where Father and Mother Claire sleep and little Mariah, past Mother Victoria’s trailer. I head toward the Temple, the steeple guiding me. I hurry toward Joshua, the awful memory of what happened to Ellen, all because she loved someone else, fat in my head. –from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
And I’m kissing him again, my arms wrapped around his neck, my hands in his hair, my body pressing as close to him as I can. –from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
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A storyteller can attempt to tell the human tale, can make a galaxy out of th echaos, can point to the fact that some people survived even as most people died.
from The Devil's Arithmetic by Jane Yolen pgs 169-170
Nothing. No heart beats, no blood moves, no breath inflates the sails of her lungs. Silence.
Page 324
The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
They did not need to imagine ladders that would lead to heaven, or things of massive size that would astound the heart, because they had them in such profusion that it was difficult to get from town to town, and because of them the sun itself was often denied a chance to shine, or forced to break in gold through opaque ridges of ice and snow whiter than physics would allow.
A Soldier of the Great War, by Mark Helprin, page 183
"Her simplicity decorated us, her guilt sanctified us, her pain made us glow with health, her awkwardness made us think we had a sense of humor. Her inarticulateness made us believe we are eloquent. Her poverty kept us generous."
Page 205
The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
"Our eyes are shining, our skin is rosy, our all-knowing smiles are back."
-Libba Bray,"A Great and Terrible Beauty"(page 334)
" New Aunt, who went to the same missionary school, said my mother was not a good student, not very good at all, maybe that's why I was the same way. She said my motehr had a fighting temper, maybe that's why I was the same way. She was naughty, maybe that's why I was the same way . "
Quote from " The Kitchen God's Wifte " by Amy Tan.
Page 102
"He 'knows' whom to corrupt, whom to avoid, whose compassion to arouse, whom to resist."
-Pg. 57
Survival In Auschwitz
"The other pilots-they were smart, they were nice people. But they didn't see what I could see: He accused and tormented, shouted and threatened. And just at that point when you did not know which way to move, He took the danger away, became kind and forgiving. Laughing and happy. Back and forth, this way and that."
[The Kitchen God's Wife by Amy Tan]
Pages 180
"God meant for you to have a masters.
"God meant for you to be slaves.
"God meant for you to be humble, obedient, honest, truthful and God-fearing servants of your earthly masters."
[Jubilee by Margaret Walker]
Pages 123
"[And the music began to absorb me physically.]I could smell it and touch it and feel it as well as hear it."
-- Go Ask Alice
Anonomyous (page 34)
"My father taught me with silence. . .to look into myself, to find my own strength, to walk around inside myself in company with my soul. . . ." (Potok, Chaim "The chosen")
'We will save ourselves. But not by prayers of mourning. Not by indolence or strong drink. Not by the pleasures of the body or by ignorance. Not by submission and humblness. But by pride. By dignity. By becoming hard and strong.'
(page 194)
-The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
Carson McCullers
"Robert looked over his shoulder and smiled, a smile that on the dark pinched face was more than a smile, was a hand, a hug, a kiss."
[Anna Quindlen Black and Blue Pg.92]
" My Mother is not the Holy Lady, she thought. My mother's love is not perfect. My mother's love is good enough. My lover's love is good enough. Maybe I am good enough."
-- The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
Rebecca Wells ( page 327)
A tie that was so hideous, so old, so wide, so unmatchable, so thick, so stained, that Brian made me wear his.
from The Pleasure of my Company by Steve Martin pg. 108
"abondon your pride, drop it, sink it, leave it, be foolish, be indiscreet, shame yourself."
a soldier of the great war: mark helprin
pg 237
Such will be our life. Every day, according to the established rhythm, Ausrucken and Emrucken, go out and come in; work, sleep, and eat; fall ill, get better, or die.
Page 27- Survival in Auschwitz by Primo Levi
"They construct shelters and trenches, they repair the damage, they build, they fight, they command, they organize and they kill. What else could they do? They are Germans."- pg 141
Primo Levi, "Survival in Auschwitz"
"The proud and the meek, the arrogant and the humble are all made equal on Ash Wednesday. The healthy and the sick, the assured and the sick in spirit, all make their way to church in the gray morning or in the dusty afternoon."
pg.203
Rudolfo A. Anaya's Bless Me, Ultima
I cut class, you cut class, he she, it cuts class. We cut class, they cut class. We all cut class.
From "Speak" by Laurie H Anderson page 107.
"The kingdom was his for the taking. The throne was his for the asking."
The Ruins of Gorlan by John Flanagan, p. 3
Bod was used to being ignored, to existing in the shadows. When glances naturally slip away from you, you become very aware of eyes upon you, of glances in your direction, of attention. And if you barely exist in people’s minds as another living person then being pointed to, being followed around . . . these things draw attention to themselves.
--Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book, p. 186
They were leisurely enough for Mr. Verloc to recognize the limb and the weapon.
They were leisurely enough for him to take in the full meaning of the portent. ... They were leisurely enough for the first paralysing effect of this discovery to pass away before a resolute determination to come out victorious from the ghastly struggle with that armed lunatic. They were leisurely enough for Mr. Velroc to elaborate a plan of defence... But they were not leisurely enough to allow Mr. Verloc the time to move either hand or foot. The knife was already planted in his breast.
Joseph Conrad, The Secret Agent p. 212
“I love the way they smell sweet in the spring, and I love the silverfish-green color of their leaves. I love that, in summer, the leaves are thick and can hide me. I love that I can be alone here. . .” (also an example of anaphora)
–from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
While I watch my mothers, while I gaze at my father pink-cheeked with hope, while I listen to my siblings all around me, I am struck to the center with worry.
–from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
Past the edge of the Compound. Past the fences. Past the river. Off our land . . .
–from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
I trudge past where Father and Mother Claire sleep and little Mariah, past Mother Victoria’s trailer. I head toward the Temple, the steeple guiding me. I hurry toward Joshua, the awful memory of what happened to Ellen, all because she loved someone else, fat in my head.
–from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
And I’m kissing him again, my arms wrapped around his neck, my hands in his hair, my body pressing as close to him as I can.
–from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
"I'm not superstitious... I'm a little stitious" - Michael Scott - The Office
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