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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8f5e43f | Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries | Edgar Allan Poe | ||
| 73575d0 | I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth.I heard many things in hell. | Edgar Allan Poe | ||
| 327f69c | This is the time for high ideals because those ideals are all that we have. We aren't just fighting for our physical survival, but for the survival of our civilization. We don't have the luxury of old-world pillars. We don't have a common heritage, we don't have a millennia of history. All we have are the dreams and promises that bind us together. All we have...is what we want to be. | Max Brooks | ||
| 585e86f | Yes?" she asked, eyeing me guardedly. I struck out a hand and said "Shake." Arra stared at the hand, then into my unfocused eyes. "One good fight doesn't make you a warrior," she said. "Shake!" I repeated angrily. "And if I don't?" she asked. "I'll get back up on the bars and fight you till you do," I growled. Arra studied me at length, then nodded and took my hand. "Power to you, Darren Shan," she said gruffly. "Power," I repeated weakly, .. | inspirational | Darren Shan | |
| 0e2473c | He's nuts" Bianca said "We need to jump off this cliff" i said "Oh nice idea!! Your nuts too" | Rick Riordan | ||
| ecae126 | Don't talk to my sister that way." Nico said. His voice quivered, but I was impressed that he had the guts to say anything at all. -- Percy" | nico-diangelo percy-jackson | Rick Riordan | |
| afb4fa9 | Excuse me, have you seen Death? Big guy with black feathery wings? Likes to reap souls? | Rick Riordan | ||
| 711dd73 | Laistrygonians. Cannibals. Northern Giants. Sasquatch legend. Yep, yep. They are not birds. Not birds of North America. | giants harpies harpy laistrygonians | Rick Riordan | |
| 150df06 | I TOLD MY NEW FRIENDS I was allergic to dismemberment. They just laughed and herded me toward the combat arena. This is why I don't like making new friends. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 29350a1 | How does Galdoila know about the reward?" i asked. "He reads the signs," Grover said. "Duh." "Of course," I said. "Silly me." | Rick Riordan | ||
| e1416bd | They [Percy and Annabeth] held the Doors shut as the elevator shuddered and the music played, while somewhere below them, a Titan and a giant sacrificed their lives for their escape. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 2d82473 | Water liked to be free. Given time, water could overcome any barrier, and it hated to be trapped, just like Percy. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 5b30fc0 | You've got to be kid-- Well, crud, what just happened there? I ran out of syl-- | Rick Riordan | ||
| 13f57b8 | Great," Percy said. "Seven of us against Hercules." "And a satyr!" Hedge added. "We can take him." | Rick Riordan | ||
| 9de8b5d | These times make for strange friends and unexpected enemies. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 0e8f483 | The older Nico got, the more juvenile Percy seemed to him, though Percy was three years older. Nico found his sense of humour equal parts endearing and annoying. He decided to concentrate on the annoying. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 949e07e | Had I ever been so terrified? Perhaps when Typhon raged across the earth, scattering the gods before him. Perhaps when Gaea unleashed her giants to tear down Olympus. Or perhaps when I accidentally saw Ares naked in the gymnasium. That had been enough to turn my hair white for a century. | humor | Rick Riordan | |
| 913ad2e | Could I just use the loo?" I asked the nice officer. "No." She closed the door in my face, As if I might rig an explosion in the toilet. Honestly." | Rick Riordan | ||
| e3f1631 | Oh, no!" Hazel wailed. "Popcorn! Our fatal weakness!" -- | Rick Riordan | ||
| 9ddb146 | Anyway... she knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a horse who knows a goat who knows another horse- | funny | Rick Riordan | |
| 679831a | But how do we even get to the land of the dead?" I asked. "I mean...without dying." | Rick Riordan | ||
| fb8b917 | I wondered why she craved this knowledge and found myself remembering that she was, after all, an anthropologist. | Elizabeth Kostova | ||
| 80d60dd | I took one of my hands in the other, tried to imagine what it would feel like if it was another person's hand holding mine. There have been times where I felt that I might die of loneliness. | fiction woman-fiction | Gail Honeyman | |
| b98a98f | Then we had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass, like pastel water momentarily frozen in a splash, light blue, light mauve, and the darker ones, velvet and purple, black cat's ears in the sun, indigo shadow, and the bleeding hearts, so female in shape it was a surprise they'd not long since been rooted out. There is something subversive about this garden of Serena's, a sense of buried things bursting.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 769848a | A man is just a woman's strategy for making other women. Not that your father wasn't a nice guy and all, but... there's something missing in them, even the nice ones. It's like they're permanently absent-minded, like they can't quite remember who they are. They look at the sky too much. They lose touch with their feet. They aren't a patch on a woman except they're better at fixing cars and playing football, just what we need for the improve.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| fb861ed | You don't look back along time but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing. Nothing goes away. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| f66b1a8 | While he writes, I feel as if he is drawing me; or not drawing me, drawing on me - drawing on my skin - not with the pencil he is using, but with an old-fashioned goose pen, and not with the quill end but with the feather end. As if hundreds of butterflies have settled all over my face, and are softly opening and closing their wings. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 6ec6c52 | Every ending is arbitrary, because the end is where you write The end. A period, a dot of punctuation, a point of stasis. A pinprick in the paper: you could put your eye to it and see through, to the other side, to the beginning of something else. Or, as Tony says to her students, Time is not a solid, like wood, but a fluid, like water or the wind. It doesn't come neatly cut into even-sized length, into decades and centuries. Nevertheless, .. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 3b8daf5 | It was not the privileged and the fortunate who took in the Jews in France. It was the marginal and damaged, which should remind us that there are real limits to what evil and misfortune can accomplish. If you take away the gift of reading, you create the gift of listening. If you bomb a city, you leave behind death and destruction. But you create a community of remote misses. If you take away a mother or a father, you cause suffering and d.. | overcoming-adversity | Malcolm Gladwell | |
| b1e7d4a | Oh it don't make no kind of sense. Big ol' ox like Grady won't sit next to a colored child. But he eats eggs- shoot right outta chicken's ass! | Fannie Flagg | ||
| ac5b45f | When you read my texts, you saw a curt, miserable git. And you told me so. Maybe you're right. But you know what I saw when I read yours? - Sam No. And I don't want to know. - Poppy I saw a girl who races to help others but doesn't help herself. And right now you need to help yourself. No one should walk up the aisle feeling inferior or in a different league or trying to be something they're not. - Sam | yourself | Sophie Kinsella | |
| be17228 | Jimmy, look at it realistically. You can't couple a minimum access to food with an expanding population indefinitely. Homo sapiens doesn't seem to be able to cut himself off at the supply end. He's one of the few species that doesn't limit reproduction in the face of dwindling resources. In other words - and up to a point, of course - the less we eat, the more we fuck." "How to do you account for that?" said Jimmy "Imagination," said Crake... | Margaret Atwood | ||
| bce3afa | By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, believe you're there, I believe you into being. Because I'm telling you this story I will your existence. I tell, therefore you are. So I will go on. So I will myself to go on. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 9ab1dde | That is what you have to do before you kill, I thought. You have to create an it, where none was before. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| dda43f2 | The moon is a stone and the sky is full of deadly hardware, but oh God, how beautiful anyway. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 5ba747b | The first moment I saw him, the night people clamored over each other to step out of his way, I was frightened. The guy with earrings and tattoos and an energy radiating danger. Now-inside and out-all I see is beauty. | Katie McGarry | ||
| b73b767 | It's a sin to hate, and for that reason alone, we must not hate the Normans... We can, however, thoroughly dislike them, Alice. | Julie Garwood | ||
| a6745c5 | All too rarely do I hear people asking just what it is that we've done to make so many children's hearts so hard, or what collectively we might do to right their moral compass - what values we must live by. | Barack Obama | ||
| 123970c | Real liberation comes not from glossing over or repressing painful states of feeling, but only from experiencing them to the full. | pain | C.G. Jung | |
| ac9f569 | Every transformation demands as its precondition "the ending of a world"-the collapse of an old philosophy of life." -- | C.G. Jung | ||
| 0738580 | With the certitude of a true believer, Vellya Paapen had assured the twins that there was no such thing in the world as a black cat. He said that there were only black cat chaped holes in the universe. | Arundhati Roy | ||
| c63a01c | Biology designed the dance. Terror timed it. Dictated the rhythm with which their bodies answered each other. As though they already knew that for each tremor of pleasure they would pay with an equal measure of pain. As though they knew that how far they went would be measured against how far they would be taken. | Arundhati Roy | ||
| 4f4dae2 | I only want one thing of men, and that is, that they should leave me alone. | leave men sassy women | D.H. Lawrence | |
| c6ab6d0 | Yes, I do believe in something. I believe in being warm-hearted. I believe especially in being warm-hearted in love, in fucking with a warm heart. I believe if men could fuck with warm hearts, and the women | love modernism sex | D.H. Lawrence |