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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 37e65a1 | Hold on a minute." She leaned out the window, shouted at the messenger who'd nearly sideswiped her vehicle with his jet-board. "Police property, asshole. If I had time I'd hunt you down and use that board to beat your balls black." "Darling Eve, you know how that kind of talk thrills and excites me. How can I keep my mind off sex now?" | eve-dallas roarke | J.D. Robb | |
| 34b58c6 | She thinks you married me for power," he said as they walked on. "Renee. As that's what she would've done. The power and the money is one in the same to her." "She's wrong. I married you for the sex." He grinned. "So sure of that am I that I work diligently to hold up my end of it." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 361d302 | And for adults, the world of fantasy books returns to us the great words of power which, in order to be tamed, we have excised from our adult vocabularies. These words are the pornography of innocence, words which adults no longer use with other adults, and so we laugh at them and consign them to the nursery, fear masking as cynicism. These are the words that were forged in the earth, air, fire, and water of human existence, and the words a.. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 6d49688 | The thing with the new world," the tuba had said once, "is it's just horrifically short on elegance." | new-world | Emily St. John Mandel | |
| 0a8094e | This is the time to be slow, Lie low to the wall Until the bitter weather passes. Try, as best you can, not to let The wire brush of doubt Scrape from your heart All sense of yourself And your hesitant light. If you remain generous, Time will come good; And you will find your feet Again on fresh pastures of promise, Where the air will be kind And blushed with beginning. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 742c477 | Show me a person who doesn't have a past and I'll show you a boring bastard | Marian Keyes | ||
| 3a53d0a | Feathery Stokers - There is no definitive list but here are some examples. Men who didn't eat red meat were Feathery Strokers. Men who used postshave balm instead of slapping stinging aftershave onto their tender skin were Feathery Strokers. Men who noticed your shoes and handbags were Feathery Strokers. (Or Jolly Boys.) Men who said pornography was exploitation of women were Feathery Strokers. (Or liars.) Men who said pornography was explo.. | Marian Keyes | ||
| e81d626 | I can see the warmth. He's falling for me. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| ff6d9a4 | Don't think about it. Don't think about what could have been. It's too unbearable. | humor life | Sophie Kinsella | |
| c5caef3 | Kill what you can't save what you can't eat throw out what you can't throw out bury What you can't bury give away what you can't give away you must carry with you, it is always heavier than you thought. | poetry weight | Margaret Atwood | |
| 9386f91 | Please don't run away. And, um, I'd rather you didn't kick me again either. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 6e44c7a | Would you please tell me what you are thinking? Before I go mad? | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 3de8b38 | Dear Lord, I think I broke something, like my liver. | Katie McGarry | ||
| e4dfc7e | Never think I have abandoned you. When the sun shines on you, it is my smile. When you hear the breeze stir through the apple blossoms, it is my whisper that I love you. My love is yours forever. | perrin | Robert Jordan | |
| 8c299f1 | Amy Carmichael's] great longing was to have a "single eye" for the glory of God. Whatever might blur the vision God had give her of His work, whatever could distract or deceive or tempt other to seek anything but the Lord Jesus Himself she tried to eliminate." | glory-of-god | Elisabeth Elliot | |
| 82a18ac | I'm an observer. I read about life. I research life. I find a corner in a room and melt into it. I can become invisible. It's an art, and I am a wonderful practitioner. | life observe | Christine Feehan | |
| 90d146e | A group experience takes place on a lower level of consciousness than the experience of an individual. This is due to the fact that, when many people gather together to share one common emotion, the total psyche emerging from the group is below the level of the individual psyche. If it is a very large group, the collective psyche will be more like the psyche of an animal, which is the reason why the ethical attitude of large organizations i.. | consciousness crowds ethics groups individual mob psyche | C.G. Jung | |
| 4d5306e | They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 2310b4b | My husband claims I have an unhealthy obsession with secondhand bookshops. That I spend too much time daydreaming altogether. But either you intrinsically understand the attraction of searching for hidden treasure amongst rows of dusty shelves or you don't; it's a passion, bordering on a spiritual illness, which cannot be explained to the unaffected. True, they're not for the faint of heart. Wild and chaotic, capricious and frustrating, the.. | secondhand | Kathleen Tessaro | |
| 4daf29e | el infierno de los vivos no es algo que sera; hay uno, es aquel que existe ya aqui, el infierno que habitamos todos los dias, que formamos estando juntos. Dos maneras hay de no sufrirlo. La primera es facil para muchos: aceptar el infierno y volverse parte de el hasta el punto de no verlo mas. La segunda es peligrosa y exige atencion y aprendizaje continuos: buscar y saber reconocer quien y que, en medio del infierno, no es infierno, y hace.. | Italo Calvino | ||
| 0003a43 | She sits in her usual ample armchair, with piles of books and unopened magazines around her. She sips cautiously from the mug of weak herb tea which is now her substitute for coffee. At one time she thought that she could not live without coffee, but it turned out that it is really the warm large mug she wants in her hands, that is the aid to thought or whatever it is she practices through the procession of hours, or of days. | Alice Munro | ||
| 85b9ca1 | What? she said once to herself, and then once aloud, What? She felt a total displacement, like a spinning globe brought to a sudden halt by the light touch of a finger. How did she end up here, like this? How could there have been so much - so many moments, so many people and things, so many razors and pillows, timepieces and subtle coffins - without her being aware? How did her life live itself without her? | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 0858cf8 | They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future. There was nothing but obliterating sensation, thrilling and swelling, and the sound of fabric on fabric and skin on fabric as their limbs slid across each other in this restless, sensuous wrestling. ... They moved closer, deeper and then, for seconds on end, everything stopped. Instead of an ecstatic frenzy, there was stillness. They were stilled not by the astonish.. | sex | Ian McEwan | |
| 21f44c6 | Cecilia wondered, as she sometimes did when she met a man for the first time, if this was the one she was going to marry, and whether it was this particular moment she would remember for the rest of her life - with gratitude, or profound and particular regret. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 705e524 | I think, therefore I am' is the statement of an intellectual who underrates toothaches. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 6653014 | People who shout joy from the rooftops are often the saddest of all. | joy sadness | Milan Kundera | |
| 592efc9 | Tell me, where in life is there a value that would make us consider suicide uncalled for on principle! Love? Or friendship? I guarantee that friendship is not a bit less fickle than love and it is impossible to build anything on it. Self-love? I wish it were possible. | love suicide | Milan Kundera | |
| f6831ac | I have found that people who can successfully resist temptation invariably lead depressingly stunted lives. | C.D. Payne | ||
| 976b922 | It's only just beginning to occur to me that it's important to have something going on somewhere, at work or at home, otherwise you're just clinging on. [...] You need as much ballast as possible to stop you floating away; you need people around you, things going on, otherwise life is like some film where the money ran out, and there are no sets, or locations, or supporting actors, and it's just one guy on his own staring into the camera wi.. | Nick Hornby | ||
| e655fa2 | You are only a prisoner when you surrender. | hope prisoner surrender | Tad Williams | |
| 615894c | They tell us that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself,but I don't believe that." he said. Then, a moment later, he added: "Oh,the fear is there, all right. It comes to us in many different forms, at different times, and overwhelms us. But the most frightening thing we can do at such times is to turn our backs on it, to close our eyes. For then we take the most precious thing inside us and surrender it to something else. In my cas.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 91e8bbf | Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can't even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| e6312d0 | I'm the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I'm the type of person who doesn't find it painful to be alone | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 1663537 | Of what value is a civilization that can't toast a piece of bread as ordered? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 1b868a7 | I do need that time, though, for Naoko's face to appear. And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute-like shadows lengthening at dusk. Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness. There is no way around it: my memory is growing ever more distant from the spot where Naoko used to stand-ever more dist.. | norwegian-wood | Haruki Murakami | |
| bcdc28e | How can the mind be so imperfect?" she says with a smile. I look at my hands. Bathed in the moonlight, they seem like statues, proportioned to no purpose. "It may well be imperfect," I say, "but it leaves traces. And we can follow those traces, like footsteps in the snow." "Where do the lead?" "To oneself," I answer. "That's where the mind is. Without the mind, nothing leads anywhere." I look up. The winter moon is brilliant, over the Town,.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 324fe10 | I don't really know if it's the right thing to do, making new life. Kids grow up, generations take their place. What does it all come to? More hills bulldozed and more ocean fronts filled in? Faster cars and more cats run over? Who needs it? | Murakami Haruki | ||
| d6e8eed | The truth sometimes reminds me of a city buried in sand. As time passes, the sand piles up even thicker, and occasionally it's blown away and what's below is revealed. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 879258f | In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d53b4cf | One of these days they'll be making a film where the whole human race gets wiped out in a nuclear war, but everything works out in the end. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| b8f5b08 | We are all broken by something. We have all hurt someone and have been hurt. We all share the condition of brokenness even if our brokenness is not equivalent. I desperately wanted mercy for Jimmy Dill and would have done anything to create justice for him, but I couldn't pretend that his struggle was disconnected from my own. The ways in which I have been hurt--and have hurt others--are different from the ways Jimmy Dill suffered and cause.. | Bryan Stevenson | ||
| 4f8b162 | There is a little good in all evil. | Wilson Rawls | ||
| 319c793 | Death is a funny thing. Not funny haha, like a Woody Allen movie, but funny strange, like a Woody Allen marriage. | Norm Macdonald | ||
| af0bdd9 | You always had me. I always had you. | Cecelia Ahern |