{"quotes":[{"text":"So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days, you can hear their chorus rushing past: IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon’tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglass-I’veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme….There was a time when it wasn’t uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destinations. Shy people carried a little bunch of string in their pockets, but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it, since those used to being overheard by everyone were often at a loss for how to make themselves heard by someone. The physical distance between two people using a string was often small; sometimes the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string.\tThe practice of attaching cups to the ends of string came much later. Some say it is related to the irrepressible urge to press shells to our ears, to hear the still-surviving echo of the world’s first expression. Others say it was started by a man who held the end of a string that was unraveled across the ocean by a girl who left for America.When the world grew bigger, and there wasn’t enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing into the vastness, the telephone was invented.Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person’s silence.","author":"Nicole Krauss","tags":["listening","love","poignant"],"id":10987,"author_id":"Nicole+Krauss"},{"text":"Come, sir, come,I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love.Look, here I have you, thus I let you go,And give you to the gods.","author":"William Shakespeare","tags":["brilliant-verse","emotion","farewell","leave","poignant"],"id":29538,"author_id":"William+Shakespeare"},{"text":"This here is your inheritance, says the senior partner. Yes, he says, Ludwig, I know, and stows the plan for the bathing house (5.5m long, 3.8m wide, outer wall construction: wood, roof construction: thatch), stows both the plan and the mosquito in his briefcase. On a German shelf, this mosquito, pressed flat between large quantities of paper, will outlast time and times, and one day it might even be petrified, who knows.","author":"Jenny Erpenbeck","tags":["foresight","german-history","loss","poignant","sad-but-true"],"id":36665,"author_id":"Jenny+Erpenbeck"},{"text":"But one day, when Toby is old enough, I will take down a shoe box from a shelf where it is kept, and I will tell him again the story of his sister, Isabel Margaret Cavendish, the girl who came before.","author":"J.P. Delaney","tags":["bittersweet","children","ending","j-p-delaney","mother-and-child","poignant","the-girl-before"],"id":41659,"author_id":"J.P.+Delaney"},{"text":"She knows there are traps everywhere that can make her cry, she knows the way she dies a little every time someone asks her for change and she doesn't give it to them means that she's too soft for this world or perhaps just for this city, she feels so small here.","author":"Emily St. John Mandel","tags":["compassionate","poignant","sad"],"id":44838,"author_id":"Emily+St.+John+Mandel"},{"text":"...You realize that you don't understand yourself any better than you understand anyone else.","author":"Jonathan Tropper","tags":["inner-self","poignant","understanding"],"id":45680,"author_id":"Jonathan+Tropper"},{"text":"The machines of this place are failing, and the woman and I are here all alone. The perpetual motion engine, as brilliant and beautiful as it is, is running down—nothing lasts forever. But before this little world falls out of the sky there still might be time enough for redemption. There is still time for me to say the words that I should have had the courage to say at the beginning.There is still time, perhaps, for one more miracle.Hello, Miranda.","author":"Dexter Palmer","tags":["beginning","bittersweet","dexter-palmer","ending","hello","impermanence","miracle","nothing-lasts-forever","perpetual-motion","poignant","redemption","sad","science-fiction","steampunk","the-dream-of-perpetual-motion"],"id":54062,"author_id":"Dexter+Palmer"},{"text":"Ah, yeah. Yeah, tis awful all right. Well, your Mam wanted me to talk to you about it, but…’He stopped; he didn’t know what else to say.‘Yeah? Ah, I know the score, Dad. She wants me to be careful, is it?’‘Ah, no. Well, yeah; there’s that, of course. No, she wanted… well, if you’d any questions, youknow?’ I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to say yes, or if he just wanted me to say no, and save himhaving to be awkward. He looked lost. I felt like I wanted to save him‘No, I’ve no questions, Dad. It’s all right, shur.’ He looked at me then. His eyes went wet, likehe was going to start bawling. If we were in a film, he might have hugged me. But we were inLimerick, so he just said:‘Well, so,’ and put his one glove back on.From The Boys of Summer.","author":"Ciarán West","tags":["character","novel","poignant","quote","sad"],"id":58002,"author_id":"Ciar%C3%A1n+West"},{"text":"I hate these affairs', he'd told her once, tearing up an engraved invitation to an exclusive charity ball. 'They're the worst kind of discrimination. An invitation doesn't really mean that you're invited; it means that a whole lot of people aren't.","author":"Melinda Cross","tags":["ball","charity","cross","discrimination","harlequin","invitation","life","melinda","philosophy","poignant","point","view"],"id":73557,"author_id":"Melinda+Cross"},{"text":"Make love to me,” she whispered. “If you make love to me then it is two of us. There is just one of him when he takes my blood, but we are two.” “We are two and more than two,” he whispered in her ear, and then he lifted her and carried her to the bed.","author":"Louise Murphy","tags":["love","lovers","nelka","poignant","sad","telek"],"id":79929,"author_id":"Louise+Murphy"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":33,"pages":4,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}