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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 810231b | But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then. | manon-blackbeak queen-of-shadows monsters | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 3b1a999 | Dreams are only dreams until you wake up and make them real. | Ned Vizzini | ||
| 1b66cd0 | i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart) | poetry | E.E. Cummings | |
| a6ae764 | The idea of a teenage Dumbledore was simply odd, like trying to imagine a stupid Hermione or a friendly Blast-Ended Skrewt. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 950e1d4 | If you want to write a fantasy story with Norse gods, sentient robots, and telepathic dinosaurs, you can do just that. Want to throw in a vampire and a lesbian unicorn while you're at it? Go ahead. Nothing's off limits. But the endless possibility of the genre is a trap. It's easy to get distracted by the glittering props available to you and forget what you're supposed to be doing: telling a good story. Don't get me wrong, magic is cool. B.. | writing fantasy inspirational fantasy-books | Patrick Rothfuss | |
| df9966a | What makes us the most normal," said Reiko, "is knowing that we're not normal." | norwegian-wood | Haruki Murakami | |
| dc00f52 | If you don't turn your life into a story, you just become a part of someone else's story. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 83543de | Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters. | words time river water | Norman Maclean | |
| 331a5dd | Actually, since I'm gay I think I should count for two guys instead of just one. I mean, in me you get the male point of view and you don't have to worry about me wanting to touch your boobies. | damien marked house-of-night | P.C. Cast | |
| f117a3f | We are literally in the heart of Jesus," he said. "I thought we were in a church basement, but we are literally in the heart of Jesus." "Someone should tell Jesus," I said. "I mean, it's gotta be dangerous, storing children with cancer in your heart." "I would tell Him myself," Augustus said, "but unfortunately I am literally stuck inside of His heart, so He won't be able to hear me." | John Green | ||
| def9977 | You're mine," she whispered. "Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we'll live." | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 3735f4e | Honest people don't hide their deeds. | Emily Brontë | ||
| 101d1ae | Never try to outstubborn a cat. | stubborness stubborn cats | Robert A. Heinlein | |
| d77570c | Our minds sometimes see what our hearts wish were true. | cardinal-mortati | Dan Brown | |
| 700e69c | A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more. | bravery fear | John Steinbeck | |
| f6b4ece | We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn't fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our .. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 1421527 | We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm. | virgin-suicides | Jeffrey Eugenides | |
| ad70125 | Home is behind, the world ahead, and there are many paths to tread through shadows to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 2a36132 | Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunk Christian. | sobriety | Herman Melville | |
| d81c00a | Love wins, love always wins. | Mitch Albom | ||
| dda3db5 | Being in a relationship, that's something you choose. Being friends, that's just something you are. [But] I pick you. We've been friends too long to pick, but if we could pick, I'd pick you. | John Green | ||
| 24e5f41 | Envy is ignorance | inspirational | Ralph Waldo Emerson | |
| 2d81f08 | In school we learn that mistakes are bad, and we are punished for making them. Yet, if you look at the way humans are designed to learn, we learn by making mistakes. We learn to walk by falling down. If we never fell down, we would never walk. | risk humanity inspirational mistakes school | Robert T. Kiyosaki | |
| 4c7af18 | I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died, to make up for missing out on it after death, since they didn't believe in life after death, and what each person believed happened to him when he died. | profound hell | Sylvia Plath | |
| 0a448a0 | History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation. | Julian Barnes | ||
| a1943f8 | He was the toast to her butter. | love | Nicholas Sparks | |
| 5346599 | The Court of Dreams. The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard- born warriors, the Illyrian half breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares...And the huntress with an artist's soul. | love shivers wonderful | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 549ffe6 | We are not going to die." Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?" "No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die." | motivation optimism humor waldo-butters thomas-raith | Jim Butcher | |
| 81e5e0b | If you stare at the center of the universe, there is coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn't care about us. Time doesn't care about us. That's why we have to care about each other. | David Levithan | ||
| e206dc6 | We are not going to die." Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?" "No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die." -- | motivation optimism humor waldo-butters thomas-raith | Jim Butcher | |
| 13c8135 | There is scarcely any passion without struggle. | struggle passion | Albert Camus | |
| 3bca347 | Go and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. | inspirational | Neil Gaiman | |
| f85d5f7 | Once again...welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring. | welcome supernatural | Bram Stoker | |
| 0d1b350 | Never respond to an angry person with a fiery comeback, even if he deserves it...Don't allow his anger to become your anger. | bushido warriorship motivational life-lessons life wisdom inspirational warrior-ethos martial-arts ataraxy serenity warriors anger-management anger life-experience inner-peace self-control | Bohdi Sanders | |
| c65e599 | There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| ebd3dc2 | My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 60357b1 | One word, Ma'am," he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. "One word. All you've been saying is quite right, I shouldn't wonder. I'm a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won't deny any of what you said. But there's one more thing to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himsel.. | C.S. Lewis | ||
| 78c5f85 | Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you. | David Levithan | ||
| 69b81b4 | She smiled. Her skin looked whiter than he recalled, and dark spidery veins were beginning to show beneath its surface. Her hair was still the color of spun silver and her eyes were still green as a cat's. She was still beautiful. Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec's, .. | city-of-fallen-angels tessa-gray magnus-bane jem-carstairs will-herondale | Cassandra Clare | |
| e4997e2 | I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up," he said. "And it is my privilege and my responsibility to ride all the way up with you," I said." | hazel-grace the-fault-in-our-stars | John Green | |
| 2b5d8fc | If there is anything, there is us. You and me. No one else. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| ecfe61c | Like any artist without an art form, she became dangerous. | Toni Morrison | ||
| d04103c | It was better to know the worst than to wonder. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 5c22b8b | I've been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn't listen. Every time you said 'Farm Boy do this' you thought I was answering 'As you wish' but that's only because you were hearing wrong. 'I love you' was what it was, but you never heard. | love devotion ignorance | William Goldman |