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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6b23ca8 | The name, his true name, was weaker and more flawed than he would have liked, and he hated himself for that, but there was also much to admire within it, and the more he thought about it, the more he was able to accept the true nature of his self. He was not the best person in the world, but neither was he the worst. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| b386bae | On the beach, Roran stood alone, watching them go. Then he threw back his head and uttered a long, aching cry, and the night echoed with the sound of his loss. | loss paolini sadness | Christopher Paolini | |
| 80f43a4 | Anything else you want to tell me?" I asked Valek as we stopped a few feet short of the castle's south entrance. "Did Ari and Janco set me up for Nix's attack? Do you have another test of loyalty for me up your sleeve? Maybe the next time, I'll actually fail. A prospect that seems appealing!" I pushed away Valek's supporting arm. "When you warned me that you would test me from time to time, I thought you meant spiking my food. But it seems .. | yelena | Maria V. Snyder | |
| 2d0c9f5 | Bad dreams are ghosts of our fears and worries, haunting us while we sleep. I doubt Valek is in trouble. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 60401d6 | When the effort fails, is it worth the cost? | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| fd6d8a6 | And clay-caked clothes are so last year. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| cac6115 | There is no indisputable proof for the big bang," said Hollus. "And there is none for evolution. And yet you accept those. Why hold the question of whether there is a creator to a higher standard?" | big-bang darwinism double-standards id intelligent-design macro-evolution macroevolution materialism naturalism religious-science-fiction science theism theistic-science-fiction | Robert J. Sawyer | |
| 84cc2e1 | In this instant, shaken to her very depths, this ecstatic human being has a first inkling that the soul is made of stuff so mysteriously elastic that a single event can make it big enough to contain the infinite. | Stefan Zweig | ||
| b3cbec5 | You can be as sincere as hell and still be wrong. | sincerity wrongness | Jim Butcher | |
| f65570a | Every soul is special. They're all beautiful. They're all far more significant than anyone on this rock realizes. I think when people are at their best, they're acting in accordance with their soul. The ones who have gone bad don't have bad souls. They've just given up on keeping in touch with them. | humanity | Jim Butcher | |
| 0631320 | Maybe you know the monsters, Martin," Murphy said quietly. "But I know the guy who stops them. And if they don't return the girl, we'll make them regret it." She nodded at me and said, "Let's go. We can watch Dresden kill the bitch." | harry-dresden karrin-murphy | Jim Butcher | |
| 4dabdc5 | Our eyes meet, and something dangerous sparks. I remind myself. "Kiss me again," he says, drunk and foolish. "Kiss me until I am sick of it." I feel those words, feel them like a kick to the stomach. He sees my expression and laughs, a sound full of mockery. I can't tell which of us he's laughing at. After a moment, his eyes flutter closed. His voice falls to a whisper, as though he's talking to himself. "If you're the sickness, I suppose .. | desire drunk hate kiss sickness want | Holly Black | |
| 2c71057 | Someone could cut through the mess in our house and look at it like one might look at rings on a tree or layers of sediment. They'd find the black-and-white hairs of a dog we had when I was six, the acid-washed jeans my mother once wore, the seven blood-soaked pillowcases from the time I skinned my knee. All our family secrets rest in endless piles. | junk secrets | Holly Black | |
| 07bd6a8 | Being infected, being a vampire, it' s always you. Maybe it' s more you than ever before. It' s you as you always were, deep down inside. | Holly Black | ||
| de6f3d7 | They say that nameless things change constantly -that names fix them in place like pins. But without a name, a thing isn't quite real either. | Holly Black | ||
| 48c79a5 | She wants me to take out Patton." Barron's brows draw together. "Take out? As in transform him?" "No," I say. "As in take out to dinner. She thinks we'd make a good couple." | Holly Black | ||
| 9096475 | THE OWLS by: Charles Baudelaire UNDER the overhanging yews, The dark owls sit in solemn state, Like stranger gods; by twos and twos Their red eyes gleam. They meditate. Motionless thus they sit and dream Until that melancholy hour When, with the sun's last fading gleam, The nightly shades assume their power. From their still attitude the wise Will learn with terror to despise All tumult, movement, and unrest; For he who follows every .. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 3bcc5e9 | Last hopeless chances have got to work. Nothing makes sense otherwise. You might as well not be alive. | life sublime | Terry Pratchett | |
| 82b4eab | Don't tell me from genetics. What've they got to do with it?" said Crowley. "Look at Satan. Created as an angel, grows up to be the Great Adversary. Hey, if you're going to go on about genetics, you might as well say the kid will grow up to be an angel. After all, his father was really big in Heaven in the old days. Saying he'll grow up to be a demon just because his dad _became_ one is like saying a mouse with its tail cut off will give bi.. | genetics lamarckian-evolution nature-vs-nurture satan | Terry Pratchett | |
| d43fc74 | She had heard it said that, before you could understand anybody, you needed to walk a mile in their shoes, which did not make a whole lot of sense, because probably AFTER you had walked a mile in their shoes, you would understand that they were chasing you and accusing you of the theft of a pair of shoes--although, of course, you could probably outrun them, owing to their lack of footwear. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 958f49f | Any true wizard, faced with a sign like 'Do not open this door. Really. We mean it. We're not kidding. Opening this door will mean the end of the universe,' would automatically open the door in order to see what all the fuss is about. This made signs rather a waste of time, but at least it meant that when you handed what was left of the wizard to his grieving relatives you could say, as they grasped the jar, 'We told him not to. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 9f937a1 | I don't know what to do," he said. "No harm in that. I've never known what to do," said Rincewind with hollow cheerfulness. "Been completely at a loss my whole life." He hesitated. "I think it's called being human, or something." | human | Terry Pratchett | |
| 457bb65 | Thinking. This book contains some. Whether you try it at home is up to you. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 38dac33 | There was a man and he had eight sons. Apart from that, he was nothing more than a comma on the page of History. It's sad, but that's all you can say about some people. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| f483675 | Hat = wizard, wizard = hat. Everything else is frippery. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| d3530a9 | Winder's mind felt even fuzzier than it had done over the past few years, but he was certain about cake. He'd been eating cake, and now there wasn't any. Through the mists he saw it, apparently close but, when he tried to reach it, a long way away. A certain realization dawned on him. "Oh," he said. YES, said Death. "Not even time to finish my cake?" NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE .. | humourous | Terry Pratchett | |
| 141d014 | Was that what it was really like to be alive? The feeling of darkness dragging you forward? How could they live with it? And yet they did, and even seemed to find enjoyment in it, when surely the only sensible course would be to despair. Amazing. To feel you were a tiny living thing, sandwiched between two cliffs of darkness. How could they stand to be alive? | death despair life | Terry Pratchett | |
| 1bc64e6 | Don't do anything I wouldn't do, if you ever find anything I wouldn't do. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 08f9f5e | Because no man wants to be a coward in front of a cheese. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 29f30ee | He'd heard that writers spent all day in their dressing gowns drinking champagne. This is, of course, absolutely true. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| a18376a | Who knew what evil lurked in the hearts of men? A copper, that's who. (...)You saw how close men lived to the beast. You realized that people like Carcer were not mad. They were incredibily sane. They were simply men without a shield. They'd looked at the world and realized that all the rules didn't have to apply to them, not if they didn't want them to. They weren't fooled by all the little stories. They shook hands with the beast. | inspirational life-philosophy night-watch terry-pratchett | Terry Pratchett | |
| fc82d55 | Have - have you got an appointment?' he said. 'I don't know,' said Carrot. 'Have we got an appointment?' 'I've got an iron ball with spikes on,' Nobby volunteered. 'That's a morningstar, Nobby.' 'Is it?' 'Yes,' said Carrot. 'An appointment is an engagement to see someone, while a morningstar is a large lump of metal used for viciously crushing skulls. It is important not to confuse the two, isn't it, Mr-?' He raised his eyebrows. 'Boffo, si.. | carrot-ironfoundersson corporal-carrot discworld men-at-arms pratchett terry-pratchett | Terry Pratchett | |
| f94cade | For indeed you have a choice. You can flee and hide, and wait to be found. You can live out your days in terror, without meaning. Or you can take the harder choice, and you can save them. | Juliet Marillier | ||
| 6fd239b | In a calm, clear voice, she suggested that the wyrsa in question could do several highly improbable, athletically difficult and possibly biologically impractical things involving its own mother, a few household implements, and a dead fish. | fantasy malediction | Mercedes Lackey | |
| 696b456 | Even her name seemed empty, as though it had detached itself from her and was floating untethered in his mind. How am I supposed to live without you? It was not a matter of the body; his body would carry on as usual. The problem was located in the word how: he would live, but without Elspeth the flavour, the manner, the method of living were lost to him. He would have to relearn solitude. | longing mourning | Audrey Niffenegger | |
| 26867e4 | They all shared a certain coolness, a cruel, mannered charm which was not modern in the least but had the strange cold breath of the ancient world : they were magnificent creatures, such eyes, such hands, such looks - sic oculos, sic ille manus, sic ora ferebat. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 60352dc | For in the deepest, most unshakable part of myself reason was useless. She was the missing kingdom, the unbruised part of myself I'd lost with my mother. Everything about her was a snowstorm of fascination, | Donna Tartt | ||
| f5e4a4a | still when I lost her, I lost sight of any landmark that might have led me someplace happier, to some more populated or congenial life... | Donna Tartt | ||
| 99a7c99 | Cubitum eamus?" "What?" "Nothing." | Donna Tartt | ||
| e88fc8a | My hopes for a relationship with her were wholly unreal, whereas my ongoing misery, and frustration, were an all-too-horrible reality. Was groundless, hopeless romantic obsession any way to waste the rest of my life? | Donna Tartt | ||
| 7c8f117 | I missed her so much I wanted to die: a hard, physical longing, like a craving for air underwater. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 4a8b201 | I do not think you are in any danger of starving," Maximus said. "The surgeon said only two weeks ago that you are too fat." "The devil!" Berkley said indignantly, sitting up; and Maximus snorted in amusement at having provoked him." | dragon fat humor | Naomi Novik | |
| a56b8ec | when you judge the power that is in a person, you must judge their capacities as both friend and as enemy. | Gregory David Roberts | ||
| 2ca0a3f | Such is the cost of immortality. No person is whole. No person is free. Over time, some have determined that the only way to live is to die. In death, a man or a woman is free of the weight of the past [and the future]. | Alan Lightman |