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“There was a beauty here bigger than the hurtling beauty of basketball, a beauty refined from country pastures, a game of solitariness, of waiting, waiting for the pitcher to complete his gaze toward first base and throw his lightning, a game whose very taste, of spit and dust and grass and sweat and leather and sun, was America.”

Firsts Country America Games Waiting Sun Taste Basketball Baseball Bigger Dust Grass Sweat Lightning Pitcher Leather Spit Refined Pastures

Book:Rabbit Redux

Source: Rabbit Redux

“Poetical taste is the only magician whose wand is not broken. No hand, except its own, can dissolve the fabric of beauty in which it dwells. Genii, unknown to Arabian fable, wait at the portal. Whatever is most precious from the loom or the mine of fancy is poured at its feet. Love, purified by contemplation, visits and cheers it; unseen musicians are heard in the dark; it is Psyche in the palace of Cupid.”

Hands Poetry Waiting Dark Heard Feet Mines Broken Taste Musician Contemplation Fancy Cheer Fabric Unseen Magician Palaces Fables Wands Portal Cupid Arabian

Book:Pleasures, Objects, and Advantages of Literature

Source: Pleasures, Objects, and Advantages of Literature

“but art is not relative to perfection in any tangible sense. It is our coarse antennae trembling blindly as it traces the form of Origin, tastes the ephemeral glue welding us, yearning after the secret of ineluctable evolution, and wonders what this transformation will mean. In my mind, here was the best kind of art-the kind hoarded by rich and jealous collectors in their locked galleries; hidden from the eyes of the heathen masses, waiting to be shared with the ripe few”

“A city is a place where there is no need to wait for next week to get the answer to a question, to taste the food of any country, to find new voices to listen to and familiar ones to listen to again.”

Needs Country Next Waiting Voice Answers Cities Week Taste Familiar Next Week City Life City And Country

Author:Margaret Mead

“We'd just shared the last beer and slung the empty can out the window at a stop sign and were just waiting back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing -- half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could.”

Feels Kind Long Hard Wanted Lasts Waiting Enjoy Half Taste Window Empty Drunk Beer Awake Over You Swimming Tasty Go Hard

Author:Ken Kesey

“Wait!" What?" I lowered my cup hastily, wondering if maybe there was a stray hair, or worse, a newly boiled bug inside my cup. You got to smell it first. It's the proper way to cup coffee." Cup coffee?" Taste it." What? Are you the coffee police or something?”

Ifs Way Firsts Waiting Wonder Hair Taste Police Smell Coffee Cups Bugs Coffee Cup North Of Beautiful

Author:Justina Chen

“She spent an afternoon staring at their front door. Waiting for someone? Yankel asked. What color is this? He stood very close to the door, letting the end of his nose touch the peephole. He licked the wood and joked, It certainly tastes like red. Yes, it is red, isn't it? Seems so. She buried her head in her hands. But couldn't it be just a bit more red?”

Ends Hands Seems Bits Waiting Doors Fronts Color Taste Red Woods Noses Staring Buried Afternoon Front Doors Peepholes

Book:Everything Is Illuminated

Source: Everything Is Illuminated

“I bare my soul and you are suspicious! No, Scarlett, this is a bona fide honorable declaration. I admit that it's not in the best of taste, coming at this time, but I have a very good excuse for my lack of breeding. I'm going away tomorrow for a long time and I fear that if I wait till I return you'll have married some one else with a little money. So I thought, why not me and my money? Really, Scarlett, I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands.”

Ifs Littles Long I Can Soul Waiting Return Tomorrow Taste Husband Married Long Time Very Good Excuse My Soul Going Away Why Not Honorable Declaration Suspicious Breeding Little Money

Author:Margaret Mitchell

“Standing Here My entire world far beneath my feet, I should be filled with pride. Instead, I feel overwhelmed by a sense of defeat. Suddenly it comes to me, toes tempted to test the ledge, that there is a way out of this. Clam surety flows through my veins, and as I turn to wave good-bye, I wonder if it will hurt or if a single person will cry at my funeral. I take a deep breath, a final taste of sweet mountain air. I conjure Leona, Emily. Move my feet closer. Closer There's Grandma One, Grandma Two, and their spouses, waiting for me. I see Dad. Cara. Mommy. I screw up my courage, step over”

“But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.”

People Long Soul Past Remember Waiting Broken Bears Taste Long Time Essence Structure Endure Smell Tiny Ruins Faithful Fragile Persistent Recollection Taste And Smell

Book:Swann's Way

Source: Swann's Way

“Maybe I'll be like the man in the Hanging Tree still waiting for an answer.' Gale who I have never seen cry has tears in his eyes. To keep them from spilling over. I reach forward and press my lips against his. We taste of heat, ashes and misery.”

Men Stills Eye Waiting Answers Tree Cry Tears Taste Presses Misery Lips Heat His Eyes Ashes Peeta Gale Spilling Katniss And Peeta Katniss Peeta

Book:Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)

Source: Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)

“I can’t wait to find out how you taste, and you won’t want me to stop even after I’ve completely exhausted you. You’ll think you were on fire, your skin will burn. I’ll suck all of your juices out of you. And then I’ll drink your blood.”

Thinking Want I Can Waiting Fire Blood Drink Taste Skins Want Me Exhausted Juice

Book:Halfway to the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel

Source: Halfway to the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel

“I tensed, waiting for the fury - both his and mine - but it was only quiet and calm in the darkness of his room. I could almost taste the sweetness of reunion in the air, a separate fragrance from the perfume of his breath; the emptiness when we were apart left its own bitter aftertaste, something I didn't consciously notice until it was removed. There was no friction in the space between us. The stillness was peaceful - not like the calm before the tempest, but like a clear night untouched by even the dream of a storm.”

Dream Night Left Waiting Space Rooms Darkness Clear Air Mines Taste Quiet Breaths Calm Storm Bitter Peaceful Emptiness Stillness Sweetness Perfume Fragrance Fury Reunion Tempest Space Between Friction

Book:Eclipse

Source: Eclipse

“Big deal. So you fell in love with someone. Don’t you see what happened? This guy touched a place in your heart deeper than you thought you were capable of reaching, I mean you got zapped, kiddo. But that love you felt, that’s just the beginning. You just got a taste of love. That’s just limited little rinky-dink mortal love. Wait till you see how much more deeply you can love than that. Heck, Groceries—you have the capacity to someday love the whole world. It’s your destiny. Don’t laugh.”

Source: The Complete Elizabeth Gilbert: Eat, Pray, Love; Committed; The Last American Man; Stern Men & Pilgrims