Marbach Road Quotes & Sayings

I brought you a ring." It was made of warm, smooth wood. "What does it do?" I asked. "It keeps secrets," she said. I held it to my ear. Auri shook her head seriously, her hair swirling around her. "It doesn't tell them, it keeps them." She stepped close to me and took the ring, sliding it onto my finger. "It's quite enough to have a secret," she chided me gently. "Anything more would be greedy." "It fits," I said, somewhat surprised. "They're your secrets," she said, as if explaining something to a child. "Who else would it fit? — Patrick Rothfuss

In The Wood
I heard the water-fall rejoice
Singing like a choir,
I saw the sun flash out of it
Azure and amber fire.
The earth was like an open flower
Enamelled and arrayed,
The path I took to find its heart
Fluttered with sun and shade.
And while earth lured me, gently, gently,
Happy and all alone,
Suddenly a heavy snake
Reared black upon a stone. — Sara Teasdale

People who go out and try to be a rebel at night,
Try to make up for the fact that they settled in life. — Immortal Technique

Like any value, empathy must be acted upon. — Barack Obama

The collection had the eclectic impersonality of a public library. — John Fowles

Somebody asked me the other day, "What do you do?" "I amuse myself by growing old," I replied. "It's a full-time job. — Paul Leautaud

I'd live with loneliness a long time. That was something which was always there ... one learns to keep it at bay, there are times when one even enjoys it - but there are also times when a desperate self-sufficiency doesn't quite suffice, and then the search for the anodyne begins ... the radio, the dog, the shampoo, the stockings-to-wash, the tin soldier ... — Mary Stewart

There seems to be a gravitational force pulling us inexorably back to the warm embrace of those French fries, that Web site with the pictures of the goofy cats, or the spiral of worry about things outside our control. — Anonymous

Stage-struck! cried Meg, and — Louisa May Alcott

What distinguishes a great mnemonist, I learned, is the ability to create lavish images on the fly, to paint in the mind a scene so unlike any other it cannot be forgotten. And to do it quickly. Many competitive mnemonists argue that their skills are less a feat of memory than of creativity. — Joshua Foer