The Citadel

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Mitte kunagi varem polnud Krabat tähele pannud, kui mitmekesist rohelust oli olemas: sadu liike rohurohelist, kase- ja pajurohelist, sekka samblarohelist, mõnikord sinaka varjundiga, noort leekivat rohelist veskitiigi kallastel, ja tumedat, tagasihoidlikku mändide vanarohelist Koselbruchis, mõnel tunnil sünget, siis ähvardavat ja vastu õhtut särama löövat, nagu kullaga lakitud rohelust.

Otfried Preussler, “Krabat”, [121]

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Krabat ei märganud, et mõne aja pärast jäi vihm järele. Sel tunnil polnud tema jaoks olemas ei vihma ega tuult, ei sooja ega külma, ei valgust ega pimedust: tema jaoks oli nüüd veel ainult eeslaulja, tema hääl, ja mälestus sellest, kuidas ta silmad olid säranud lihavõtteküünla helgist.

Otfried Preussler, “Krabat”, [117]

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'Ja mina,' ütles Krabat nii rahulikult ja loomulikult kui suutis, 'mina tundsin kord kedagi, kes kuulis rohtu kasvamas, nagu ta ise arvas; need olid aga ainult õled, mis ta peakolus sahisesid.'

Otfried Preussler, “Krabat”, [78]

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See teadmine tegi talle haiget; ja valu, mida ta tundis, oli eriline, tema jaoks täiesti uus: nagu oleks teda tabatud kohta, mille olemasolust tal siiani aimugi polnud.

Otfried Preussler, “Krabat”, [70]

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Kes töö juures külmetab, on eesel, ja kes higistab, on tolvan

Otfried Preussler, “Krabat”, [62]

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I wondered if all women did with other women was lie and hug.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, [210]      

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I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, [141]      

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I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn't do after all.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, [79]  

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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, [73]  

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People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick or couldn't sleep.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, [53]

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There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I'll go take a hot bath.'

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, [18]

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"I missed you every hour. And you know what the worst part was? It caught me completely by surprise. I'd catch myself just walking around to find you, not for any reason, just out of habit, because I'd seen something that I wanted to tell you about or because I wanted to hear your voice. And then I'd realize that you weren't there anymore, and every time, every single time, it was like having the wind knocked out of me. I've risked my life for you. I've walked half the length of Ravka for you, and I'd do it again and again and again just to be with you, just to starve with you and freeze with you and hear you complain about hard cheese every day. So don't tell me why we don't belong together," he said fiercely.

Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone, [258]

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And there's nothing wrong with being a lizard either. Unless you were born to be a hawk.

Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone, [156]

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