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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 81e5377 | Difficulties strengthen the mind, as labor does the body. | character inspirational challenges adversity | Lucius Annaeus Seneca | |
| 4f9b019 | It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house, with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| d609a9a | But then she snapped your neck." Tears rolled down his face. "And I felt you die," he whispered. Tears were sliding down my own cheeks." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| a70b282 | when things break, it's not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. it's because a little piece gets lost -- the two remaining ends couldn't fit together even if they wanted to. the whole shape has changed. | David Levithan | ||
| bec4556 | What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it | loneliness | T.S. Eliot | |
| 03f3c38 | Kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler's heart, kill your darlings. | writing deleting revising editing kill | Stephen King | |
| ded3d9d | Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well. | winter summer | George R.R. Martin | |
| 4928991 | How long have you been standing there?" "Just long enough to see you give Daemon the middle finger." "He deserved it." | funny daemon katy | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 0837276 | Do you think it's possible for an entire nation to be insane? | war religion insanity | Terry Pratchett | |
| d0559e9 | Underneath my outside face There's a face that none can see. A little less smiley, A little less sure, But a whole lot more like me. | Shel Silverstein | ||
| 32075fa | You look older." "Yes, well. The passage of time tends to do that to a person." | Veronica Roth | ||
| e8451de | But magic is neither good nor evil. It is a tool, like a knife. Is a knife evil? Only if the wielder is evil. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 3947913 | What's past is prologue. | William Shakespeare | ||
| d82c975 | I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth. And it that's sinful, then let me be damned for it! | Tennessee Williams | ||
| 29ace46 | When people cared about each other, they always found a way to make it work. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 587ef9a | Poison!" Grover yelped. "Don't let those things touch you or..." "Or we'll die?" I guessed. | humor shrivel poison swords | Rick Riordan | |
| 82342be | Safety from what? Who's after me?" Oh, nobody much," Grover said, obviously still miffed about the donkey comment. "Just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his blood-thirstiest minions." | Rick Riordan | ||
| 397ec4c | Does it bother you, me being half naked all the time? | jacob-black | Stephenie Meyer | |
| cb85a87 | But it does not seem that I can trust anyone,' said Frodo. Sam looked at him unhappily. 'It all depends on what you want,' put in Merry. 'You can trust us to stick with you through thick and thin--to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours--closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo. | trust loyalty | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 766c0cc | For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the st.. | solitude | Virginia Woolf | |
| a2f3923 | The three rules of the Librarians of Time and Space are: 1) Silence; 2) Books must be returned no later than the last date shown; and 3) Do not interfere with the nature of causality. | time libraries space | Terry Pratchett | |
| a60d568 | In many cases when a reader puts a story aside because it 'got boring,' the boredom arose because the writer grew enchanted with his powers of description and lost sight of his priority, which is to keep the ball rolling. | Stephen King | ||
| 5bf58cc | Do not worry about your difficulties in Mathematics. I can assure you mine are still greater. | inspirational | Albert Einstein | |
| 3147be7 | Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-pres.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| d6b9ae8 | There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth. | regret | Charles Dickens | |
| 2ae4ddf | You're only a man! You've not our gifts! I can tell you! Why, a woman can think of a hundred different things at once, all them contradictory! | men thoughts women | Georgette Heyer | |
| 62af2d5 | If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse. | Holly Black | ||
| 3aaa39a | I've had a lot of worries in my life, most of which never happened. | positive inspirational worries | Mark Twain | |
| e2f434b | I was burning through books every day - stories about people and places I'd never heard of. They were perhaps the only thing that kept me from teetering into utter despair. | reading stories | Sarah J. Maas | |
| e0fc522 | I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too? | rape | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| b9e55be | She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward. | time disappointment night | Markus Zusak | |
| ac01f76 | At some point, you gotta let go, and sit still, and allow contentment to come to you. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 76da43b | Cliches so often befall vain people. | vain vanity | Ann Beattie | |
| 55764ff | I felt suddenly shy. I was not used to shy. I was used to shame. Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want. Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 32d7be2 | People believe, thought Shadow. It's what people do. They believe, and then they do not take responsibility for their beliefs; they conjure things, and do not trust the conjuration. People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales. People imagine, and people believe; and it is that rock solid belief, that makes things happen. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| e03b491 | Do you normally turn up in gentlemen's bedrooms in the middle of the night? If I'd known that, I would have campaigned harder to make sure Charlotte let you stay. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 7ca4281 | Constant vigilance! | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 2e3f223 | If you're a monster, I'm a monster. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| a08212b | Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread. | Richard Wright | ||
| 7824434 | The essence of the independent mind lies not in what it thinks, but in how it thinks. | opinions skepticism independent-thought thinking | Christopher Hitchens | |
| 829261e | Don't you know who you love, Pudge? You love the girl who makes you laugh and shows you porn and drinks wine with you. You don't love the crazy, sullen bitch. | John Green | ||
| 8aab9cf | She loved mysteries so much that she became one. | John Green | ||
| f473861 | Someday no one will remember that she ever existed, I wrote in my notebook, and then, or that I did. Because memories fall apart, too. And then you're left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow. In the beginning, she had haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, she was slipping away, falling apart in my memory and everyone else's, dying again. | John Green | ||
| be5faf8 | When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other. | music songs remember | Rob Sheffield |