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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 71395aa | The future would end up finding out the truth about the past. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 6cd20db | All life battles teach us something, even those we lose | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 34dcca0 | Lots of time you don't know what interests you most till you start talking about something that doesn't interest you most. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| b52faae | There isn't anyone out there who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| de89096 | That's what I liked about those nuns. You could tell, for one thing, that they never went anywhere swanky for lunch. It mad me so damn sad when I thought about it, their never going anywhere swanky for lunch or anything. I knew it wasn't too important, but it made me sad anyway. | holden j-d-salinger salinger the-catcher-in-the-rye | J.D. Salinger | |
| 53a10df | He was taught by the river. Incessantly, he learned from it. Most of all, he learned from it to listen, to pay close attention with a quiet heart, with a waiting, opened soul, without passion, without a wish, without judgement, without an opinion. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 7cdb217 | But as soon as darkness enveloped the room, my sobs hit in full--great, gasping pants that shuddered through me, flowing out the open windows, and into the starry, snow-kissed night. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e826827 | I cast a look at where Rhys still remained sprawled on the cushions, watching us with raised brows. "For someone who was just dead," I said tightly, "you seem remarkably relaxed." Rhys smirked. "I'm glad you're bouncing back to your usual spirits, Feyre darling." Drakon snorted, and took my hands, squeezing them as tightly as his mate had. "What he doesn't want to tell you, my lady, is that he's so damn old he can't stand up right now." I w.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 53a6626 | Rhys straightened. "You'd- make me food?" "Heat," I said. "I can't cook." It didn't seem to make a difference. But whatever it was, the act of offering him food... I dumped some cold soup into a pan and lit the burner. "I don't know the rules," I said, my back to him. "So you need to explain them to me." He lingered in the center of the cabin, watching my every move. He said hoarsely, "It's an... important moment when a female offers her m.. | bond mate rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 1bbd663 | I wasn't sure I'd been born with the ability to forgive. Not for terrors inflicted on those I loved. For myself, I didn't care--not nearly as much. But there was some fundamental pillar of steel in me that could not bend or break in this. Could not stomach the idea of letting these people get away with what they'd done. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 4040ae7 | Tamlin didn't stop apologizing for days. He made love to me, morning and night. He worshipped my body with his hands, his tongue, his teeth. But that had never been the hard part. We just got tripped up with the rest. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e6fe113 | Everything was comfortable, tasteful, as if the apartment were for lounging and nights by the fire. And there were so many books--on shelves, on the tables by the couch, stacked beside the large armchair before the curtained floor-to-ceiling window spanning the entire length of the great room. Smart. Educated. Cultured, if the knickknacks were any indication. There were things from across kingdoms, as if she'd picked up something everywher.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 3f539ed | It told a story...the story of Prythian. It began with a cauldron. A mighty black cauldron held by glowing, slender female hands in a starry, endless night. Those hands tipped it over, and, from it, golden sparkling liquid poured out over the lip. No -- not sparkling, but...effervescent with small symbols, perhaps some ancient faerie language. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 9ee8f97 | She should not remember what it was like to be free. | heir-of-fire | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 0f6bf31 | If he hadn't been kissing me, if he hadn't shown up and interrupted us, I would have gone out into that throne room covered in smudged paint. And everyone--especially Amarantha--would have known what I'd been up to. It wouldn't have taken much to figure out whom I'd been with, especially not once they saw the paint on Tamlin. I didn't want to consider what the punishment might have been. Regardless of his motives or his methods, Rhysand was.. | feysand love rhys rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| d3df793 | Fireheart, her mother had called her. Not for her power. The name had never once been about her power. | aelin-ashryver-galathynius fae fire fireheart heart kingdom-of-ash strenght throne-of-glass tog | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 7ddcd5c | I'd endure every second of it over again so I could find you. | feysand love rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 5a7c297 | Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell. | aelin-ashryver queen-of-terrasen | Sarah J. Maas | |
| c831b79 | What time are we back in the training ring tomorrow?" To his credit, Cassian didn't so much as glance at Nesta as he replied with a lazy smile, "I'd say dawn, but since I'm feeling rather grateful that you're back in one piece, I'll let you sleep in. Let's meet at seven." "I'd hardly call that sleeping in," I said. "For an Illyrian, it is," Mor muttered. Cassian's wings rustled. "Daylight is a precious resource." "We live in the Night Court.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| cc79fa9 | Aedion Ashryver walked into Aelin's suite of rooms in time to see that Aelin was awake-finally awake, and lifting her face to Rowan's. They were sitting on the bed, Aelin in Rowan's lap, the Fae warrior's arms locked around her as he looked at her the way she deserved to be looked at. And when they kissed, deeply, without hesitation- Rowan didn't so much as glance at Aedion's way before a wind snapped through the suite, slamming the bedroom.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 21ebc44 | National identity is the last bastion of the dispossessed. But the meaning of identity is now based on hatred, on hatred for those who are not the same. | nationalism religion | Umberto Eco | |
| 99bbada | Mom had the kind of love for her that you could feel, like it was part of the atmosphere | love mothers | Peter Abrahams | |
| f05f157 | Her eyes went so wide they nearly bulged. It was probably wrong of me to find that amusing. Or to want to take a photo of Nicholas with his fangs out and wearing a black cape lined with red satin and then hang it over my pillow in a heart-shaped frame. | lucy vampires | Alyxandra Harvey | |
| 91c0f49 | Oh Crap," Connor muttered. "She's going Darth Vader on us." | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| c6b6ef0 | Love enjoys knowing everything about you; desire needs mystery. Love likes to shrink the distance that exists between me and you, while desire is energized by it. If intimacy grows through repetition and familiarity, eroticism is numbed by repetition. It thrives on the mysterious, the novel, and the unexpected. Love is about having; desire is about wanting. An expression of longing, desire requires ongoing elusiveness. It is less concerned .. | Esther Perel | ||
| 32e36be | Amelie said, "I won't be your servant in Morganville. Nor should you be mine. Equals." She offered her hand to him, and he looked down at it, clearly taken aback. But he took it. "Now defend what is ours, my partner." He grinned ... grinned! ... and whirled to meet Myrnin in midleap as Myrnin attacked." | eve-rosser funny ghost-town humor michael-glass morganville-vampires myrnin rachel-caine shane-collins vampire vampires | Rachel Caine | |
| a601e09 | You know, I thought you were a mousy little thing when I first saw you, Claire, but you're not, are you? Not underneath." Oh, I am mousy," she said. "All this scares the hell out of me. But I don't know what else to do, sir, except try. Even a mouse bites." | Rachel Caine | ||
| 70057ca | Pain serves a purpose. Without it you are in danger. What you cannot feel you cannot take care of. | healing pain | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 4e37061 | NEVER INTERFERE WITH MELENGAR AGAIN BY ORDER OF THE KING ... AND US | humor | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| b706ed4 | I am sifting my memories, the way men pan the dirt under a barroom floor for the bits of gold dust that fall between the cracks. It's small mining-- small mining. You're too young a man to be panning memories, Adam. You should be getting yourself some new ones, so that the mining will be richer when you come to age. | on-writing | John Steinbeck | |
| 3711fc1 | She was a nice little girl, simple and true, and tremendously frightened of sex. I told her it was beautiful. I wanted to prove this to her. She let me prove it, but I was too impatient and proved nothing. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| cbf6365 | Somewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ddc840d | It's only through form that we can realize emptiness | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 9c84df0 | She's evil. Evil, evil, evil. I want to see her naked. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 08941d1 | She doesn't understand that a writer is a special creature--that I'm different from everyone else. I'm not saying I'm superior to other people, just more sensitive, I guess. | writer | Christopher Moore | |
| 0252347 | But when you have order, you don't need Gods. When everything is well ordered and disciplined then nothing is unexpected. If you understand everything,' I said carefully, 'then there's no room left for magic. It's only when you're lost and frightened and in the dark that you call on the Gods, and they like us to call on them. It makes them feel powerful, and that's why they like us to live in chaos. | gods | Bernard Cornwell | |
| ab13911 | Sometimes the greatest wounds are the ones we try the hardest not to inflict. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 90bec49 | There are only two things you can do when you're dressed like Barbie Does Bondage; you can be embarrassed or you can be aggressive. Guess what my choice was. | barbie | Laurell K. Hamilton | |
| 2ee5e3c | It is a mistake," he said, " to suppose that the public wants the environment protected or their lives saved and that they will be grateful to any idealist who will fight for such ends. What the public wants is their own individual comfort. We know that well enough from our experience in the environmental crisis of the twentieth century. Once it was well known that cigarettes increased the incidence of lung cancer, the obvious remedy was to.. | Isaac Asimov | ||
| 8479973 | Fear is self-awareness raised to a higher level. | fear humorous-truism self-awareness | Don DeLillo | |
| 8f1b78d | Do you want to have sex? I think we should have sex. CASUAL sex. | Bryan Lee O'Malley | ||
| 26a4e7a | From time to time it's fun to close our eyes, and in that dark say to ourselves, 'I am the sorcerer, and when I open my eyes I shall see a world that I have created, and for which I and only I am completely responsible.' Slowly then, eyelids open like curtains lifting stage-center. And sure enough, there's our world, just the way we've built it. | Richard Bach | ||
| 31939bb | Like attracts like. Just be who you are, calm and clear and bright. Automatically, as we shine who we are, asking ourselves every minute is this what I really want to do, doing it only when we answer yes, automatically that turns away those who have nothing to learn from who we are,and attracts those who do, and from whom we have to learn, as well. | Richard Bach | ||
| 6d7078e | TREE HOUSE A tree house, a free house, A secret you and me house, A high up in the leafy branches Cozy as can be house. A street house, a neat house, Be sure to wipe your feet house Is not my kind of house at all- Let's go live in a tree house. | tree-house | Shel Silverstein |