Weathered Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
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In everything that can be called art there is a quality of redemption. It may be pure tragedy, if it is high tragedy, and it may be pity and irony, and it may be the raucous laughter of the strong man. But down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. The detective in this kind of story must be such a man. He is the hero; he is everything. He must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor - by instinct, by inevitability, without thought of it, and certainly without saying it. He must be the best man in his world and a good enough man for any world. I do not care much about his private life; he is neither a eunuch nor a satyr; I think he might seduce a duchess and I am quite sure he would not spoil a virgin; if he is a man of honor in one thing, he is that in all things. He is a relatively poor man, or he would not be a detective at all. He is a common man or he could not go among common people. He has a sense of character, or he would not know his job. He will take no man's money dishonestly and no man's insolence without due and dispassionate revenge. He is a lonely man and his pride is that you will treat him as a proud man or be very sorry you ever saw him. He talks as the man of his age talks - that is, with rude wit, a lively sense of the grotesque, a disgust for sham, and a contempt for pettiness. The story is the man's adventure in search of a hidden truth, and it would be no adventure if it did not happen to a man fit for adventure. He has a range of awareness that startles you, but it belongs to him by right, because it belongs to the world he lives in. If there were enough like him, the world would be a very safe place to live in, without becoming too dull to be worth living in.

Raymond Chandler
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A weathered black and silver Dodge pickup towing a small motorboat pulled up behind us, and Alex circled back to greet the driver. I couldn't see who sat behind the crusted and dirty windshield, but Alex stood at the driver's window and pointed down the block where the boulevard disappeared into floodwater. The truck pulled ahead, maneuvered a deft U-turn, and backed toward the water. Alex motioned for me to follow. By the time I lurched my way to the truck, he and the pickup driver were sliding the boat down the trailer ramp. Sweat trickled down my neck, and if I hadn't been afraid of being poisoned by toxic sludge, I'd have made like a pig and wallowed in the mud to cool off. I kicked at a fire hydrant, trying to jolt some of the heaviest sludge off my boots, and heard a soft laugh behind me. With a final kick that sent a spray of brown gunk flying, I turned to see what was so funny. I needed a laugh. A man leaned against the side of the pickup with his arms crossed. He was a few inches shorter than Alex, maybe just shy of six feet, with sun-streaked blond hair that reached his collar and a sleeveless blue T-shirt and khaki shorts. His tanned legs between the bottom of the shorts and the top of sturdy black shrimp boots were scored with scars, bad ones, as if whatever made them meant to do serious damage. He'd been grinning when I turned around, flashing a heart-stopping set of dimples, but when he saw my eyes linger on his legs, the grin eased into something more wary.

Suzanne Johnson
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Tell me you didn't, ' she groaned, knowing it would be a lie. 'Please tell me you didn't take advantage of these poor people.' 'I didn't, ' he chirped. 'Liar.' He sighed, frustrated. 'Amora, you're not seeing things from an immortal perspective. The people who built this temple... ' 'Temple?' she cried, cutting him off. 'You forced these people to build a temple for you! Why? Because all of a sudden you're God now?' He lifted a finger, looking perturbed by her interruption. 'No, Amora, not God. But from their viewpoint I may seem a bit...god-like.' She rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner. 'And if you'd let me finish, ' he went on, 'these particular individuals had no part in the construction of that monument; it was their ancestors who erected it. And I must say, they did a fine job of it too. My likeness has weathered the centuries quite well.' 'You're despicable.' He frowned at the insult. 'Nobody was forced to build us a temple, Amora. They chose to do so.' 'You were that impressive to them, huh?' 'Apparently.' His eyes twinkled at the memory. He took a few steps toward the distant city, pulling Eena along. 'Come on, let's go have some fun.' 'No way.' She planted her feet, refusing. Surprisingly it put a stop to him. 'And why not?' 'Because you're sudden appearance will upset them! No doubt you'll want to show off with some shockingly grand entrance. I'm not going to take part in a game of deceit.' 'I'm not deceiving anyone, ' Edgar disputed. 'I can't help it if they happen to think I'm perfectly magnificent.' His pompous view of himself earned a nasty look as well as a lecture. 'I can't believe you're okay with letting people believe lies that affect the way they live and think! You're not even close to being a god, Edgar, and yet you allow them to accept you as some sort of deity because of your unusual abilities. For centuries now you've abandoned this world and a population who probably looked to you and your lousy sisters for help. It's all a big, disgusting sham!' Edgar pouted like a child. 'Fine-spoil all my fun. We'll go do something else. Something that doesn't include your poor, fragile, stupid mortals.' 'They're not stupid.' 'They think I'm a god, ' he snapped. That was a pretty good argument.

Richelle E. Goodrich
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The Voyager We are all lonely voyagers sailing on life's ebb tide, To a far off place were all stripling warriors have died, Sometime at eve when the tide is low, The voices call us back to the rippling water's flow, Even though our boat sailed with love in our hearts, Neither our dreams or plans would keep heaven far apart, We drift through the hush of God's twilight pale, With no response to our friendly hail, We raise our sails and search for majestic light, While finding company on this journey to the brighten our night, Then suddenly he pulls us through the reef's cutting sea, Back to the place that he asked us to be, Friendly barges that were anchored so sweetly near, In silent sorrow they drop their salted tears, Shall our soul be a feast of kelp and brine, The wasted tales of wishful time, Are we a fish on a line lured with bait, Is life the grind, a heartless fate, Suddenly, "HUSH", said the wind from afar, Have you not looked to the heavens and seen the new star, It danced on the abyss of the evening sky, The sparkle of heaven shining on high, Its whisper echoed on the ocean's spray, From the bow to the mast they heard him say, "Hope is above, not found in the deep, I am alive in your memories and dreams when you sleep, I will greet you at sunset and with the moon's evening smile, I will light your path home.. every last lonely mile, My friends, have no fear, my work was done well, In this life I broke the waves and rode the swell, I found faith in those that I called my crew, My love will be the compass that will see you through, So don't look for me on the ocean's floor to find, I've never left the weathered docks of your loving mind, For I am in the moon, the wind and the whale's evening song, I am the sailor of eternity whose voyage is not gone.

Shannon L. Alder
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