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Hit Counter </description><title>Despite my empty mouth, the words are in my mind.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @ransombookquotes)</generator><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"If only I’d understood then what I know now! he said.
But how could he? There is so much we..."</title><description>“If only I’d understood then what I know now! he said.&lt;br/&gt;
But how could he? There is so much we don’t understand. And so much unhappiness comes because of that.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Color Purple &lt;/em&gt;by Alice Walker&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/23697268038</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/23697268038</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2012 16:02:21 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"She say, My first step from the old white man was trees. Then air. Then birds. Then other people...."</title><description>“She say, My first step from the old white man was trees. Then air. Then birds. Then other people. But one day when I was sitting quiet and feeling like a motherless child, which I was, it come to me: that feeling of being part of everything, not separate at all. I knew that if I cut a tree, my arm would bleed. And I laughed and I cried and I run all around the house. I knew just what it was. In fact, when it happen, you can’t miss it.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Celie quoting Shug (&lt;em&gt;The Color Purple &lt;/em&gt;by Alice Walker)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/23634653926</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/23634653926</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2012 16:02:03 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Man corrupt everything, say Shug. He on your box of grits, in your head, and all over the radio. He..."</title><description>“Man corrupt everything, say Shug. He on your box of grits, in your head, and all over the radio. He try to make you think he everywhere. Soon as you think he everywhere, you think he God. But he ain’t. Whenever you trying to pray, and man plop himself on the other end of it, tell him to git lost, say Shug. Conjure up flowers, wind, water, a big rock.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Color Purple&lt;/em&gt; by Alice Walker  &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/23570899722</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/23570899722</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2012 16:01:49 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be..."</title><description>“Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Shug (&lt;em&gt;The Color Purple&lt;/em&gt; by Alice Walker)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/23531771742</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/23531771742</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 22:54:43 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"I used to think I was the only one who felt things, but I really am only one infinitely small part..."</title><description>“I used to think I was the only one who felt things, but I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go Ask Alice, &lt;/em&gt;Anonymous &lt;span&gt;(submitted by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rocheiie.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;rocheiie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/21110598964</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/21110598964</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 16:02:12 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Adolescents have a very rocky insecure time. Grown-ups treat them like children and yet expect them..."</title><description>“Adolescents have a very rocky insecure time. Grown-ups treat them like children and yet expect them to act like adults. They give them orders like little animals, then expect them to react like mature, and always rational, self-assured persons of legal stature.  It is a difficult, lost, vacillating time.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go Ask Alice, &lt;/em&gt;Anonymous &lt;span&gt;(submitted by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rocheiie.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;rocheiie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/21048098272</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/21048098272</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 16:01:36 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Yesterday I remember thinking I was the happiest person in the whole earth, in the whole galaxy, in..."</title><description>“Yesterday I remember thinking I was the happiest person in the whole earth, in the whole galaxy, in all of God’s creation. Could that only have been yesterday or was it endless light-years ago?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go Ask Alice, &lt;/em&gt;Anonymous (submitted by &lt;a href="http://rocheiie.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;rocheiie&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/20988861623</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/20988861623</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 16:01:09 -0700</pubDate><category>submission</category></item><item><title>"Sometimes I think we’re all trying to be shadows of each other, trying to buy the same records..."</title><description>“Sometimes I think we’re all trying to be shadows of each other, trying to buy the same records and everything even if we don’t like them. Kids are like robots, off an assembly line, and I don’t want to be a robot!”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go Ask Alice, &lt;/em&gt;Anonymous (submitted by &lt;a href="http://rocheiie.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;rocheiie&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/20951515094</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/20951515094</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 22:18:10 -0700</pubDate><category>submission</category></item><item><title>"When you love someone, there’s a pattern to the way you come together. You might not even realize..."</title><description>“When you love someone, there’s a pattern to the way you come together. You might not even realize it, but your bodies are choreographed: a touch on the hip, a stroke of the hair. A staccato kiss, break away, a longer one. It’s a routine, but not in the boring sense of the word. It’s just the way you’ve learned to fit.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;19 Minutes by Jodi Picoult &lt;/span&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://jlols.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;jlols&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/20670651287</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/20670651287</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2012 13:45:52 -0700</pubDate><category>to read</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luzekiYdbN1qduxmio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/20338790898</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/20338790898</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2012 23:34:23 -0700</pubDate><category>fear</category><category>to read</category></item><item><title>woshileidee:

“Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzsozm1vq51qmwi9to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://woshileidee.tumblr.com/post/18067474365/eat-pray-love-one-womans-search-for" target="_blank"&gt;woshileidee&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia”, &lt;em&gt;Elizabeth Gilbert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/18121819800</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/18121819800</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 23:56:55 -0800</pubDate><category>favorites</category><category>will post quotes from this book soon</category></item><item><title>"Only in the rain, sometimes, only when the rain comes, closing in your pitifully small radius of..."</title><description>“Only in the rain, sometimes, only when the rain comes, closing in your pitifully small radius of activity, only when you sit and listen by the window, as the cold wet air blows thinly by the back of your neck - only then do you think and feel sick. You feel the days slipping by, elusive as slippery pink worms, through your fingers, and you wonder what you have for your eighteen years, and you think about how, with difficulty and concentration, you could bring back a day, a day of sun, blue skies and watercoloring by the sea. You could remember the sensual observations that made that day reality, and you could delude yourself into thinking - almost - that you could return to the past, and relive the days and hours in a quick space of time. But no, the quest of time past is more difficult than you think, and time present is eaten up by such plaintive searchings. The film of your days and nights is wound up tight in you, never to be re-run - and the occasional flashbacks are faint, blurred, unreal, as if seen through falling snow. Now, you begin to get scared. You don’t believe in God, or a life-after-death, so you can’t hope for sugar plums when your non-existent soul rises.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Sylvia Plath, &lt;em&gt;The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/17523830925</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/17523830925</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 17:00:00 -0800</pubDate><category>favorites</category></item><item><title>"Belief, hard work, love—-you have those things, you can do anything."</title><description>“Belief, hard work, love—-you have those things, you can do anything.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Mitch Albom, &lt;em&gt;For One More Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/17476210024</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/17476210024</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 22:54:28 -0800</pubDate><category>favorites</category></item><item><title>"Life changes fast. Life changes in the instant. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends."</title><description>“Life changes fast. Life changes in the instant. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Joan Didion’s &lt;em&gt;The Year of Magical Thinking&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sevans1234.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;sevans1234&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/15430237433</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/15430237433</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 18:50:16 -0800</pubDate><category>to read</category></item><item><title>"What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you’re so wrecked it’s hard..."</title><description>“What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you’re so wrecked it’s hard to believe you ever were a child?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mitch Albom, &lt;em&gt;For One More Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/14904000582</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/14904000582</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2011 21:37:03 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"When you’re rotten about yourself, you become rotten to everyone else, even those you love."</title><description>“When you’re rotten about yourself, you become rotten to everyone else, even those you love.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mitch Albom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;For One More Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/14833980498</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/14833980498</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 16:26:13 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for..."</title><description>“Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.&lt;br/&gt;
What if you got it back?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Mitch Albom, &lt;em&gt;For One More Day&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/14782595943</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/14782595943</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2011 15:05:46 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Surprising that the queue of about 120-130 quotes has already emptied. It automatically posts once a...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Surprising that the queue of about 120-130 quotes has already emptied. &lt;br/&gt;It automatically posts once a day at five pm.&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m on break now so I have time to update the queue with quotes from books I read a few months ago and time to read as well.&lt;br/&gt;I haven&amp;#8217;t read continuously in such a long time. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hope everyone is having a great evening! &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/14656154468</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/14656154468</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 21:13:53 -0800</pubDate><category>xo</category></item><item><title>"It’s a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting..."</title><description>“It’s a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Roald Dahl, &lt;em&gt;Matilda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/14379455479</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/14379455479</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 17:00:06 -0800</pubDate><category>submission</category></item><item><title>"Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and..."</title><description>“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them- if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://atomos.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;atomos&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/14348719480</link><guid>http://ransombookquotes.tumblr.com/post/14348719480</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 01:53:13 -0800</pubDate><category>favorites</category></item></channel></rss>

