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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 11cdfba | My price was his oath that he'd never lay a hand on you again. I told him I'd forgive him in exchange for that." She wished he'd punched her in the gut. It would have hurt less. Not trusting herself to keep from falling to her knees with shame right there, she just stalked down the hall." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ff92a9b | Embracing Sam was different, somehow. Like she wanted to curl into his warmth, like for one moment, she didn't have to worry about anything or anybody. | sam-cortland the-assassin-s-blade | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 7265e4e | So here we are. The end of the road. No. The beginning of the next. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| c9032d0 | I couldn't help my blush. Especially as Rhys added, Tonight, I want you to wear that crown to bed. Only the crown. Scoundrel. Always. I | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 2422f02 | This was some dream, or she had gone to hell after all, because she couldn't exist in the world where this had been done to him, where she paced like an idiot all night while he suffered, while Farran tortured him, while he ripped out his eyes and-- Celaena vomited on the floor. Footsteps, then Arobynn's hands were on her shoulder, on her waist, pulling her away. He was dead. Sam was dead. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 77c5189 | Aelin said to Fenrys, "We'll only invite him to Orynth on holidays." "So he can ruin the festivities?" Fenrys scowled. "I, for one, cherish my holidays. I don't need a misanthrope raining on them." | fenrys kingdom-of-ash throne-of-glass throne-of-glass-series | Sarah J. Maas | |
| eb80413 | Now that Sam was dead, there wasn't anything left outside of the dungeons worth fighting for, anyway. Not when Adarlan's Assassin was crumbling apart, and her world with her. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e6020f0 | He slumped down into the pen, and the puppies immediately leapt on him. "Perhaps I'll see you later tonight." "If you're lucky," Celaena purred, and walked away. She smiled to herself as they strode through the castle. Eventully Nehemia turned to her. "Do you like him?" Celaena made a face. "Of course not. Why would I?" You converse easily. It seems as if you have...a connection." "A connection?" Celaena choked on the word. "I just enjoy te.. | denial dorian-havilliard nehemia-ytger the-reason-why | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 5090f97 | I'm the one who steps from the shadows, all trenchcoat and cigarette and arrogance, ready to deal with the madness. Oh, I've got it all sewn up. I can save you. If it takes the last drop of your blood, I'll drive your demons away. I'll kick them in the bollocks and spit on them when they're down and then I'll be gone back into darkness, leaving only a nod and a wink and a wisecrack. I walk my path alone... who would walk with me? | Garth Ennis | ||
| 8582b55 | I'm skimming across the surface of my own history, moving fast, riding the melt beneath the blades, doing loops and spins, and when I take a high leap into the dark and come down thirty years later, I realize it is as Tim trying to save Timmy's life with a story. | vietnam war | Tim O'Brien | |
| 49f3725 | Yummy," Chloe murmured to me. Quinn flashed us a grin. I fought a blush. "Vampire hearing, remember?" I murmured back. She shrugged, grinning back." "Chapter 10" | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| ad8044d | Something bloomed right then and there in the small dark space between us. I didn't know what it was, but I knew enough to know it was rare and delicate. And it felt so real I might have been able to reach out and touch it if I tried. | solange | Alyxandra Harvey | |
| 67a0d78 | I have always derived great comfort from William Shakespeare. After a depressing visit to the mirror or an unkind word from a girlfriend or an incredulous stare in the street, I say to myself: 'Well. Shakespeare looked like shit.' It works wonders. | Martin Amis | ||
| 3ebfd9f | A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. | doubt questioning | Walt Whitman | |
| 18e02ed | You think that because I want to do what's right, because I want to make things better, I'm weak," Claire said. "Or that I'm stupid. But I'm not. It takes a lot more strength to know how bad the world is and not want to be part of that, give in to it. And I do know, Kim. Believe me." | Rachel Caine | ||
| e6f6458 | But - Michael, you said you didn't know Oliver, and-" "I didn't, until he killed me. We were never formally introduced." | Rachel Caine | ||
| 430e9d9 | She keeps asking me where we're going." "Yeah," another voice said. It was Shane, pulling up a chair beside Claire. "Girls do that. They've always got to be taking the relationship somewhere." "That's not true!" "It is," he said. "I get it; somebody's got to be looking ahead. But it makes guys think they're-" "Closed in," Michael said. "Trapped," Shane added. "Idiots," Claire finished." | Rachel Caine | ||
| 295bfd3 | I never forget," Myrnin said in a choked whisper. "Certainly not with your nails in my throat. They're quite an excellent mnemonic device." | myrnin | Rachel Caine | |
| 9a694c9 | How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls." | shane-collins | Rachel Caine | |
| afdb673 | billions of women must be out there on this seven-billion-person planet being told that they are not reliable witnesses to their own lives, that the truth is not their property, now or ever. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 528e4a9 | There are other ways women have been made to disappear. There is the business of naming.In some cultures women keep their names, but in most their children take the father's name, and in the English-speaking world until very recently, prefaced by Mrs. You stopped, for example, being Charlotte Bronte and became Mrs. Arthur Nicholls. Names erased a woman's genealogy and even her existence. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| c517f9e | Is there anything in the world better than words on the page? Magic signs, the voices of the dead, building blocks to make wonderful worlds better than this one, comforters, companions in loneliness. Keepers of secrets, speakers of the truth...all those glorious words. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 6527e84 | Nobody loves only once. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| c9c8aaf | The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify by their own lonesome familiarities to this feeling. Ecst.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| c330ed8 | May the IRS find that you deduct your pet sheep as an entertainment expense. | humor insult irs malediction | Christopher Moore | |
| 512ab29 | You bitch! You killed me! You suck! | Christopher Moore | ||
| d16540c | as if someone had thrown a hand grenade into the middle of a teddy bear orgy and the only survivors had had their fur blown off. | orgy sex teddy-bear vampire | Christopher Moore | |
| 9727ab0 | Is is, therefore, not an exaggeration to say that if the city of New York were suddenly replaced by a ball of fire, some significant percentage of the American population would see a silver-lining in the subsequent mushroom cloud, as it would suggest to them that the best thing that is ever going to happen was about to happen: the return of Christ. It should be blindingly obvious that beliefs of this sort will do little to help us create a .. | Sam Harris | ||
| 8746193 | He's no more human than I am, ma petite." At least I'm not dead." That can be remedied." | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| fabbfab | Since you won't give me your names I'll call you Thing One and Thing Two. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 95c9518 | It means black kitten," I said with my pulse almost even again. Ares studied me. "And you're ok with them calling you their black kitten?" "They're wererats, Ares," I said. He frowned at me. "They're not calling me their little black rat. Think it through." | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 7f51373 | nqwl nn bkhyr Ht~ lw kn nHtDr. whdh mt`rf `lyh b'nh stjm` llshj`@,why Zhr@ lm t`rf l ld~ lbshr. | José Saramago | ||
| 8827677 | A vida podia ser apenas estar sentado na erva, segurar um malmequer e nao lhe arrancar as petalas, por serem ja sabidas as respostas, ou por serem estas de tao pouca importancia que descobri-las nao valeria a vida de uma flor. | José Saramago | ||
| c2f7b75 | I looked on, I thought, I reflected, I admired, in a state of stupefaction not altogether unmingled with fear! | verne | Jules Verne | |
| fa8828b | I have given Him my faith, and sworn my allegiance to Him; how, then, can I go back from this, and not be hanged as a traitor? | bravery christian truthful | John Bunyan | |
| 40a4c07 | It's not when you start that makes your success in the world, but when you quit. | Richard Bach | ||
| 2996763 | There are grand rewards for those who pick the high hard roads, but those rewards are hidden by years. | Richard Bach | ||
| b2d809b | Death isn't peaceful; it is just nothing. Everything is gone. No more sunrises, no more hopes, no more fears. Nothing. | Linda Howard | ||
| 137df17 | There are no happy endings, endings are sad-so let's have a happy beginning and a happy middle. | Shel Silverstein | ||
| 1e0226a | One sister for sale, One sister for sale, One crying and spying young sister for sale I'm really not kidding so who'll start the bidding Do I hear a dollar? A nickle? A penny? Oh isnt there isnt there isnt there any | Shel Silverstein | ||
| 9f2d450 | Having been a demon curse, however brief, should leave a mark. A streak of silver hair, or bewitching eyes. Maybe crows on one's roof or a hound from hell at your heel. Blowing out my breath I stood and squinted at my reflection. A black eye. Swell. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 2e9902a | It is not always what we do, Sa'han, but who we love that makes us who we are. Quen | urban-fantasy | Kim Harrison | |
| fdaff45 | I'll wait for you under the bluebells. I'll be there always. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 4dc0e96 | Al's voice was faint but resolute. "Stand up. Try to look sexy." "In a bedsheet?" I complained, running my hands down it. "How can I look sexy in a bedsheet?" He cleared his throat, and I grimaced. "Never mind." | rachel-morgan | Kim Harrison |