{"id":899,"date":"2015-05-18T11:01:37","date_gmt":"2015-05-18T11:01:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/?p=899"},"modified":"2015-04-26T19:17:52","modified_gmt":"2015-04-26T19:17:52","slug":"quotes-to-ponder-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/blog\/2015\/05\/18\/quotes-to-ponder-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Quotes to Ponder"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I read, I am often stopped by a line or a paragraph in a book that triggers a sensation in my brain. Maybe some of these will provide something for you to ponder.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Rex felt as if they were moving through space, that they were giant spacemen, threading in and out among trillions of tiny, luminous stars. (they are in snow)\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The Virgin of Small Plains by Nancy Pickard, p.19<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>A rainbow of colored umbrellas punctuated by black bumbers favored by the suited class.\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Assault &amp; Pepper by Leslie Budewitz, p. 214<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Words or fists, it didn&#8217;t matter. The soul was still shattered.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Beyond Eden\u00a0 by Catherine Coutler, p. 69-70<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>I always thought sharing silence was how you really got to know someone.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s Not Love, It&#8217;s Paris by Patricia Engel, p. 33<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8230;she felt herself, rising, roots and all and remembered thinking.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Night Gardening\u00a0 by E.L Swann, p.53<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Above him in the sky was a thin moon and a scatter of stars as meaningless as split rice.<\/p>\n<p>The Secret River by Kate Grenville, p. 4<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I read, I am often stopped by a line or a paragraph in a book that triggers a sensation in my brain. Maybe some of these will provide something for you to ponder. Rex felt as if they were moving through space, that they were giant spacemen, threading in and out among trillions of tiny, luminous stars. (they are in snow)\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Virgin of Small Plains by Nancy Pickard, p.19 &nbsp; A rainbow of colored umbrellas punctuated by black bumbers favored by the suited class.\u00a0\u00a0 Assault &amp; Pepper by Leslie Budewitz, p. 214 &nbsp; Words or fists, it didn&#8217;t&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[26,19,36],"class_list":["post-899","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-quotes","tag-clear-images","tag-details","tag-observe-with-a-keen-eye"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/899","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=899"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/899\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":902,"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/899\/revisions\/902"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=899"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=899"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=899"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}