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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| dde82d8 | The falling flakes were random and without purpose; the snow was drunker than she was. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| 3f74059 | Apocalypse does not point to a fiery Armageddon but to the fact that our ignorance and our complacency are coming to an end... The exclusivism of there being only one way in which we can be saved, the idea that there is a single religious group that is in sole possession of the truth--that is the world as we know it that must pass away. What is the kingdom? It lies in our realization of the ubiquity of the divine presence in our neighbors, .. | Joseph Campbell | ||
| 9763053 | Life has gotten in the way of our life. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 631ffa8 | The rejection didn't faze him. "Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 6879634 | In so many ways, he had wanted this his whole life--or at least ever since he'd survived his transition and had any sexual impulse at all. This moment was the culmination of countless daydreams and innumerable fantasies, his secret desire made manifest. | J.R. Ward | ||
| fa1d0cb | Giving in to a shrill instinct, she ran around the side of the building. Butch was marching toward his car as if he were carrying an unstable load, and she rushed to catch up with them. "Wait. I need to ask him a question." "You want to know his shoe size or something?" Butch snapped. "Fourteen," Wrath drawled. "I'll remember that at Christmas, asshole." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 7398a96 | Man, it was a good thing vampires didn't get cancer. Lately he'd been chain-smoking like a felon. | cancer humor life smoking | J.R. Ward | |
| 4c6062e | I'll cab it home." "Naw. I'll hang until you're through. Then I'll drag you back to your apartment. Watch you throw up for an hour. Push you into bed. Before I leave I'll get the coffee machine set up. Aspirin will be right next to the sugar bowl." "I don't have a sugar bowl." "So it'll be next to the bag." Butch smiled. "You'd have made a great wife, Jose." "That's what mine tells me." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 1b9c2db | His slut of a cousin, his cocksucking, suit-wearing, Montblanc-up-theass cousin Saxton the Magnificent, was standing next to the queen, looking like a combination of Cary Grant and some model in a goddamn cologne ad. Not that Qhuinn was bitter. Because the guy was sharing Blay's bed. Nah. Nope. Not at all. | qhuinn-and-blay | J.R. Ward | |
| 2926e55 | With a deliberate shrug, he stepped free of the hold on his shoulder. "Tell me something, boys," he drawled. "Do you wear that leather to turn each other on? I mean, is it a dick thing with you all?" Butch got slammed so hard against the door that his back teeth rattled. The model shoved his perfect face into Butch's. "I'd watch your mouth, if I were you." "Why bother, when you're keeping an eye on it for me? You gonna kiss me now?" A gr.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| b9f47c2 | I cannot express the uneasiness caused in me by this intrusion of mystery and beauty into a room I had at last filled with myself to the point of paying no more attention to the room than to that self. The anesthetizing influence of habit having ceased, I would begin to have thoughts, and feelings, and they are such sad things. | proust rooms | Marcel Proust | |
| 3204891 | Eric approached the octagonal nurses' station, and a blonde nurse looked up from her computer monitor, smiled, and pointed to examining room D. Everybody recognized the hospital shrinks from the bright red W on their lanyard IDs. The W stood for Wright, the wing that contained the locked psych unit, but the staff teased that W stood for Wackos. He'd heard all the jokes-- How do you tell the psychiatrists from the patients in the hospital? .. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 375dfc2 | Some automatic device clicked in her big brain, and her knees felt weak, and there was a chilly feeling in her stomach. She was in love with this man. They don't make memories like that anymore | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| 014d9c9 | I realize that some of you may have come in hopes of hearing tips on how to become a professional writer. I say to you, "If you really want to hurt your parents, and you don't have the nerve to be a homosexual, the least you can do is go into the arts. But do not use semicolons. They are transvestite | education hurt writers-on-writing | Kurt Vonnegut | |
| 2fa489b | I chose cultural anthropology, since it offered the greatest opportunity to write high-minded balderdash. | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| 795cbd4 | The Earthlings behaved at all times as though there were a big eye in the sky--as though that big eye were ravenous for entertainment. | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| cd3ffd2 | For almost a generation, psychologists around the world have been engaged in a spirited debate over a question that most of us would consider to have been settled years ago. The question is this: is there such a thing as innate talent? The obvious answer is yes. Not every hockey player born in January ends up playing at the professional level. Only some do - the innately talented ones. Achievement is talent plus preparation. The problem wit.. | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| 1e546fd | Ed, "I hate deserts. There is nothing but sand *collapses* If there was some grass I could turn it into bread. I'm starving! Huh? Hey! Al' where'd you go? Al? Hey!" Al, "Down here! *Al's hand emerges from the sand beneath Ed and grabs Ed's leg*" Ed, "AHH!!" Al, "I sunk again. . ." (cut to later, after Ed dug Al out) Al, "I get full." Ed, "Full of what? *kicks Al and sand falls out of his chest plate and buries Ed*" Al, "Hahahaha. . .hahaha... | Hiromu Arakawa | ||
| 5d6347f | Indeed, the direction of the future is only there in order to elude us. | Georges Bataille | ||
| 92a3b3a | There is always some limit which the individual accepts. He identifies this limit with himself. Horror seizes him at the thought that this limit may cease to be. But we are wrong to take this limit and the individual's acceptance of it seriously. The limit is only there to be overreached. Fear and horror are not the real and final reaction; on the contrary, they are a temptation to overstep the bounds. | Georges Bataille | ||
| a81b444 | Uh-uh, dude. I tried it your way with the dating and the girls and the kissing and the drama, and man, I didn't like it. Plus, my best friend is a walking cautionary tale of what happens to you when romantic relationships don't involve marriage. Like you always say, kafir, everything ends in breakup, divorce, or death. I want to narrow my misery options to divorce or death - that's all. | John Green | ||
| 8737210 | We're invisible. I've never been here with someone else. It's different being invisible with someone. | John Green | ||
| f270a4f | The sun was a toddler insistently refusing to go to bed: It was past eight thirty and still light. | John Green | ||
| 403cde4 | The point of the story is they built the city anyway, you know? You work with what you have. they had this shit river, and they managed to build an okay city around it. Not a great city, maybe. But not bad. You're not the river. You're the city. | John Green | ||
| 1788662 | Dr. Karen Singh liked to say that a unwanted thought was like a car driving past you when you're standing on on the side of the road, and I told myself I didn't have to get into that car, that my moment of choice was not whether to have the thought, but whether to be carried away by it. And then I got in the car. | chapter-twenty-two john-green page-251 turtles-all-the-way-down | John Green | |
| 140849b | Because you simply cannot draw these things out forever. At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved. | John Green | ||
| 9cc1fce | I feel like, like, how you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you. | John Green | ||
| b98556b | memories fall apart too. | John Green | ||
| fe9e7db | For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way. | John Green | ||
| f108748 | Thank you," I say, pounding his back probably too hard. "That was the best damned passenger-seat driving I've ever seen in my life." He pats my uninjured cheek with his greasy hand. "I did it to save myself, not you," he says. "Believe me when I say that you did not once cross my mind. " I laugh. "Nor you mine," I say." | John Green | ||
| 510fa92 | I tried to imagine him capital-S Somewhere as we prayed, but even then I could not quite convince myself that he and I would be together again. I already knew too many dead people. I knew that time would now pass for me differently then it would for him- that I, like everyone in that room, would go on accumulating loves and losses while he would not. And for me, that was the final and truly unbearable tragedy: Like all the innumerable dead,.. | death-of-a-loved-one death-of-a-teenager illness | John Green | |
| d2fd3f4 | Well, but you can eat Grandma's cookies. They're not bad for you. They were made by Grandma. Grandma wouldn't hurt you. | John Green | ||
| 0eecc88 | Meltdown when we get home. Mom keeps chocolate for meltdowns. Daddy always has them when Uncle Jonas visits." -David Lyons from Tanner's Scheme-" | tanner-s-scheme | Lora Leigh | |
| 151a02c | For those who like that sort of thing," said Miss Brodie in her best Edinburgh voice, "That is the sort of thing they like." | truth | Muriel Spark | |
| d86b5e4 | But you can love more than just one person, can't you? | F. Scott Fitzgerald | ||
| 11ddde5 | Happiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery. | F. Scott Fitzgerald | ||
| 108dbc5 | there seemed some necessity of taking all or nothing; it was as if for the remainder of his life he was condemned to carry with him the egos of certain people, early met and early loved, and to be only as complete as they were complete themselves. There was some element of loneliness involved--so easy to be loved--so hard to love. | F. Scott Fitzgerald | ||
| 700af07 | When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. That's my middle-west - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holl.. | F. Scott Fitzgerald | ||
| 4f3625a | Are you there God? It's me, Margaret. | realistic | Judy Blume | |
| 5a63d3e | You cannot seriously think you're going to fight this guy. He could kick your ass with one arm tied behind his back, much less with all his voluminous vampire powers. He's probably stronger than you, faster than you. He can probably jump higher. Hell, he can probably glamour you into making out with him right there on the mats." We simultaneously looked over to where Ethan, half naked, was toeing off his black leather loafers. The muscles i.. | Chloe Neill | ||
| db31a6f | I wouldn't say I was forward, but I made a move when I was interested. | Chloe Neill | ||
| adbd91e | Oh please," Scout said."Don't take that tone with me. You know you'd love to have a minion. Someone at your beck and call. Someone to do your bidding. How many times have you said to yourself," Self, I need a unicorn to run errands and such?" | unicorn | Chloe Neill | |
| e750737 | God without Christ is no God. | John Piper | ||
| 1119a2a | You get one pass at life. That's all. Only one. And the lasting measure of that life is Jesus Christ. | John Piper |