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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| dc720f5 | They want to be natural, the anti-social little beasts. They just don't realize that everyone's good depends on everyone's cooperation. | Richard Adams | ||
| 44d8499 | I am sorry for you with all my heart. But you cannot blame us, for you came to kill us if you could. | Richard Adams | ||
| 927d386 | There is only one real number: one. And love, apparently, is the best exponent of this singularity. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 53d6dc8 | Silent white light filled the world. And the righteous and unrighteous alike were consumed in that holy fire. | Stephen King | ||
| 8c9f061 | But he had never seen Myrna in practice...never that close up. He had been impressed and a little frightened by the contrast between seeing ballet on stange, where everyone seemed to either glide or mince effortlessly on the tips of their pointes. and seeing it from less than five feet away, with harsh daylight pouring in the floor-to-ceiling windows and no music- only the choreographer rythmically clapping his hands and yelling harsh criti.. | Stephen King | ||
| 61041d0 | As for the end of the universe...I say let it come as it will, in ice, fire, or darkness. What did the universe ever do for me that I should mind its welfare? | randall-flagg walter-o-dim walter-padick | Stephen King | |
| c8e05c6 | The last good time always comes, and when you see the darkness creeping toward you, you hold on to what was bright and good. You hold on for dear life. | Stephen King | ||
| eb0661b | At the time we're stuck in it, like hostages locked in a Turkish bath, high school seems the most serious business in the world to just about all of us. It's not until the second or third class reunion that we start realizing how absurd the whole thing was. | Stephen King | ||
| 6dc2c28 | Tell her this And more,-- That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With surplus of toys. | drowning king-neptune neptune ocean poseidon sea the-ocean the-sea | Stephen Crane | |
| 11bd3fd | Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow. | Stephen King | ||
| d0e07b6 | FEAR stands for face everything and recover - Old AA saying | Stephen King | ||
| 0c506fb | Wherever we go, there seems to be only one business at hand--that of finding a workable compromise between the sublimity of our ideas and the absurdity of the fact of us. | ideals | Annie Dillard | |
| fdbec03 | We write to expose the unexposed. If there is one door in the castle you have been told not to go through, you must. The writer's job is to turn the unspeakable into words - not just into any words, but if we can, into rhythm and blues. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 6511683 | Are you born again?" he asked, as we taxied down the runway. He was rather prim and tense, maybe a little like David Eisenhower with a spastic colon. I did not know how to answer for a moment. "Yes," I said. "I am." | inspirational life | Anne LaMott | |
| f35b226 | Mr Beach was too well bred to be inquisitive, but his eyebrows here not. 'Ah!' he said. '?', cried the eyebrows. '? ? ?' Ashe ignored the eyebrows. ... Mr Beach's eyebrows were still mutely urging him to reveal all, but Ashe directed his gaze at that portion of the room which Mr Beach did not fill. He was hanged if he was going to let himself be hypnotized by a pair of eyebrows into incriminating himself. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 24ee8e2 | It is the bungled crime that brings remorse. | principles regret remorse | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| 0740a84 | But now that I am old, moving every year closer to the end of my life, I also feel closer to the beginning. And I remember everything that happened that day becasue it has happened many times in my life. The same innocence, trust, and restlessness; the wonder, fear, and lonliness. How I lost myself. I remember all these things. And tonight, on the fifteenth day of the eighth moon, I also remember what I asked the Moon Lady so long ago. I w.. | Amy Tan | ||
| 6cc09bc | If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lovers washing their clothes together in a laundromat | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 2122c2f | We're in the Chicago suburbs, ruling our 'hood and the streets that lead here. It's a street war, where other suburban gangs fight us for territory. Three blocks away are mansions and million-dollar houses. Right here, in the real world, the street war rages on. The people in the million-dollar houses don't even realize a battle is about to begin less than a half mile from their backyards. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| e893355 | I don't want to end up like my mom. That's my biggest fear in life. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 549e5cc | Unless, of course, there's no such thing as chance;...in which case, we should either-optimistically-get up and cheer, because if everything is planned in advance, then we all have a meaning and are spared the terror of knowing ourselves to be random, without a why; or else, of course, we might-as pessimists-give up right here and now, understanding the futility of thought decision action, since nothing we think makes any difference anyway,.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 949ac47 | When...did it become irrational to dislike religion, any religion, even to dislike it vehemently? When did reason get redescribed as unreason? When were the fairy stories of the superstitious placed above criticism, beyond satire? A religion was not a race. It was an idea, and ideas stood (or fell) because they were strong enough (or too weak) to withstand criticism, not because they were shielded from it. Strong ideas welcomed dissent. | dissent rationality reason religion satire | Salman Rushdie | |
| 4096c51 | Two tears in a bucket. Motherfuck it. | John Berendt | ||
| 7ef8327 | I long to hear the story of your life, which must captivate the ear strangely. | William Shakespeare | ||
| a5495ea | Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it. | dignity tragedy | William Shakespeare | |
| 2c313ae | My dear fellow,' Burlingame said, 'we sit here on a blind rock careening through space; we are all of us rushing headlong to the grave. Think you the worms will care, when anon they make a meal of you, whether you spent your moment sighing wigless in your chamber, or sacked the golden towns of Montezuma? Lookee, the day's nigh spent; 'tis gone careening into time forever. Not a tale's length past we lined our bowels with dinner, and already.. | John Barth | ||
| a06c738 | For trust not him that hath once broken faith | William Shakespeare | ||
| 77d38c1 | Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years? O that he were here to write me down an ass! But masters, remember that I am an ass. Though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass. No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow, and which is more, an officer, and which is more, a householder, and which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in.. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 9add92a | Were I the Moor I would not be Iago. In following him I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so for my peculiar end. For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. I am not what I am | love | Shakespeare William | |
| e7aacde | Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream--For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life | William Shakespeare | ||
| 1a20565 | what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes | William Shakespeare | ||
| 4728867 | Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 592336d | SONNET 43 When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, And darkly bright are bright in dark directed. Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright, How would thy shadow's form form happy show To the clear day with thy much clearer light, When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so! How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made By looking on thee in.. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 6158288 | Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover .. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 3cce926 | A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear. | humor ignorance intelligence wisdom | William Shakespeare | |
| 8771108 | Today, I feel stronger, learning to live within the natural cycles of a day and to not expect too much of myself. As women, we hold the moon in our bellies. It is too much to ask to operate on full-moon energy three hundred and sixty-five days a year. I am in a crescent phase. | expectations | Terry Tempest Williams | |
| 97fd627 | I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen. | prayer | Terry Tempest Williams | |
| c5f6286 | It's Sunday night," he continues. "You aren't at Pizza Pellino." "No, I'm at the Treehouse with Hattie." And then I'm so dizzy my vision goes black. "How...how did you know that I'm not there?" "Because I'm here." | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| a7934ae | It's ridiculous how difficult a question can be when the answer means so much. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| a82e8b3 | It's amazing how clothing affects how people see--or don't see--you. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 0eeb349 | Anna Oliphant Etienne St. Clair HAPPY CHRISTMAS Have you gotten used to the time difference? Bloody hell,I can't sleep. I'd call,but I don't know if you're awake or doing the family thing or what. The bay fog is so thick that I can't see out my window.But if I could, I am quite certain I'd discover that I'm the only person alive in San Francisco. Anna Oliphant Etienne St. Clair I forgot to tell you. Yesterday I saw a guy wearing an.. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| d0df5bc | Then I went to bed and cried into my pillow. I wasn't sad, not at all. It was just so beautiful to have an intense feeling and the right words at the same time. What are we but our stories? | James Patterson | ||
| b3d26e0 | Oh, look, the lights are so pretty," I said dreamily, having just noticed them. I smiled at the way the lights were dancing overhead, pink and yellow and blue. I felt some pressure on my arm and thought, I should look over and see what's going on, but then the thought was gone, sliding away like Jell-O off a hot car hood. "Fang?" "Yeah. I'm here." I struggled to focus on him. "I'm so glad you're here." "Yeah, I got that." "I don't know what.. | comfort dizziness don-t-go friends friendship holding-hands i-love-you love operation otp procedure saying-i-love-you together | James Patterson | |
| 85c543f | You see, one of the best things about reading is that you'll always have something to think about when you're not reading. | nothingness reading thoughts | James Patterson |