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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d58cde8 | I'm so busy doing what I must do that I don't have time for what I ought to do... and I never get a chance to do what I want to do! - Son, that's universal. The way to keep that recipe from killing you is occasionally to do what you want to do anyhow. | fun obligations | Robert A. Heinlein | |
| f8f7239 | Money problems can always be solved by a man not frightened by them. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| 3ea54ed | You don't have to destroy me. Do you? ... | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| f1f0357 | He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| e4fe29c | where a man feels at home, outside of where he's born, is where he's meant to go. | ernest hemingway | ||
| 7589544 | Oh, now, now, now, the only now, and above all now, and there is no other now but thou now and now is thy prophet. | for-whom-the-bell-tolls | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 020f00f | What you tell me about in the nights. That is not love. That is only passion and lust. When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 19591b9 | You realise you're going to owe me dinner after this, right?" "How does McDonald's sound?" "Inadequate." | humour romance | Sarah Mayberry | |
| ffb5073 | They are all I have left--the stars and the memory of the many times I wished upon them. But with all those wishes, I asked for only one thing. To see him again. But I will not see him again. I do not see him now. | Christopher Pike | ||
| 92a3b29 | Women are delicate creatures. Fragile. Gentle. Made by God to be sheltered from the harshness of this world.. Morgan MacDonnell | women | Teresa Medeiros | |
| 4c89ebf | Joseph Campbell wrote, "If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it's not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That's why it's your path." | Brené Brown | ||
| 13adc28 | Whether you call someone a hero or a monster is all relative to where the focus of your consciousness may be. | Joseph Campbell | ||
| bc9bd29 | The only use she has for the word fun is to make the word funeral. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 16aea0a | There's no such thing as a soulmate...and who would want there to be? I don't want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 6b56640 | There was both love and despair in his voice. He was truly handicapped when it came to emotions, and falling in love hadn't changed that... | jr-ward love vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| 3318c63 | The look in Manny's eye was the ocular equivalent of a middle finger... | J.R. Ward | ||
| e09fc17 | Xhex: John, she said softty. He paused and looked over his shoulder toward the bed. I love you." His handsome face tightened in pain, and he rubbed the middle of his chest, as if someone had fisted up his heart and squeezed it dead. And then he turned away. As she hit the confines of her prison... She was screaming at the top of her lungs." | J.R. Ward | ||
| e7492cd | Because sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 14992dc | He was the first to reach the aircraft, and he went for the door that by some miracle was facing outward and not into the concrete wall. Wrenching the thing open, and getting out his flashlight, he didn't know what to expect inside--smoke? Fumes? Blood and body parts? Zsadist was sitting rigid in a backward-facing seat, his big body strapped in, both hands locked on the armrests. The Brother was staring straight ahead and not blinking. "Hav.. | lover-at-last | J.R. Ward | |
| b0eca27 | Can you drive any faster?" Tohr demanded. "I got the pedal to the medal" The angel looked back. "And I don't care what I have to mow over" | tohr | J.R. Ward | |
| 50eca4e | Oh... God. What was a male supposed to do in this situation? "I'm sorry," he muttered. "If I... uh, hurt your feelings or something." She glared at him. "I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated." | J.R. Ward | ||
| b12cb74 | Eric had asked administration not to pipe the music into his unit but they said it would cost too much to alter the system. He told them to take it out of his budget but they said no...He knew it was part of the larger problem, that mental illness wasn't taken seriously as physical illness... | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| c3e0624 | I was obviously born to draw better than most people, just as the widow Berman and Paul Slazinger were obviously born to tell stories better than most people can. Other people are obviously born to sing and dance or explain the stars in the sky or do magic tricks or be great leaders or athletes, and so on. I think that could go back to the time when people had to live in small groups of relatives -- maybe fifty or a hundred people at the m.. | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| 5e48426 | My god-life! who can understand eve one little minute of it? 'don't try' he said 'just pretend you understand. | Kurt Vonnegut Jr. | ||
| 69b0e14 | Billy covered his head with his blanket. He always covered his head when his mother came to see him in the mental ward - always got much sicker until she went away. It wasn't that she was ugly, or had bad breath or a bad personality. She was a perfectly nice, standard-issue, brown-haired, white woman with a high school education. She upset Billy simply by being his mother. She made him feel embarrassed and ungrateful and weak because she ha.. | depression mothers | Kurt Vonnegut | |
| 7ae3319 | The answer is that we are not helpless in the face of our first impressions. They may bubble up from the unconscious - from behind a locked door inside of our brain - but just because something is outside of awareness doesn't mean it's outside of control. | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| 5116208 | There's a line in The Barretts of Wimpole Street - you know, the play - where Elizabeth Barrett is trying to work out the meaning of one of Robert Browning's poems, and she shows it to him, and he reads it and he tells her when he wrote that poem, only God and Robert Browning knew what it meant, and now only God knows. And that's how I feel about studying English. Who knows what the writer was thinking, and why should it matter? I'd rather .. | Susanna Kearsley | ||
| 0335731 | And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain | love unrequited-love | Elizabeth Barrett Browning | |
| 61242e7 | You perhaps now know that desire reduces us to pulp. | Georges Bataille | ||
| f116c42 | I enjoyed the innocence of unhappiness and of helplessness; could I blame myself for a sin which attracted me, which flooded me with pleasure precisely to the extent it brought me to despair? | Georges Bataille | ||
| cc659ac | We did not lack modesty--on the contrary--but something urgently drove us to defy modesty together as immodestly as possible. | Georges Bataille | ||
| af3900f | I found his last words without too much searching. Captured by the Bolivian army, Guevara said, 'Shoot, coward. You are only going to kill a man. | John Green | ||
| ce8a806 | I walked to Montevallo.' 'Forty miles?!' 'Forty-two,' he corrected me. 'Well. Forty-two there. Forty-two back. Eight-two miles. No. Eight-four. Yes. Eighty-four miles in forty-five hours.' 'What the hell's in Montevallo?' I asked. 'Not much. I just walked til I got too cold, and then I turned around.' 'You didn't sleep?' 'No, the dreams are terrible. | John Green | ||
| d9a4257 | Breaking down that wall is the kind of story that might have a happy middle - oh, look, we broke down this wall, I'm going to look at you like a girl and you're going to look at me like a boy, and we're going to play a fun game called Can I Put My Hand There What About There What About There. | John Green | ||
| a25f8bc | I jog through the halls and then go upstairs to Jane's locker and carefully slip the note I wrote last night through the vent: To: The Locker Houdini From: Will Grayson Re: An Expert in the Field of Good Boyfriends? Dear Jane, Just so you know: e. e. cummings cheated on both of his wives. With prostitutes. Yours, Will Grayson | John Green | ||
| 56b1c12 | Imagine taking that last drive to the hospital," I said quietly. "The last time you'll ever drive a car." Without looking over at me, Augustus said, "You're killing my vibe here, Hazel Grace. I'm trying to observe young love in it's many-splendored awkwardness." "I think he's hurting her boob," I said. "Yes it's difficult to ascertain whether he is trying to arouse her or perform a breast exam." | young-love | John Green | |
| a45ec7e | they love their hair because they're not smart enough to love anything more interesting | funny hair love | John Green | |
| a5a7059 | I make a gesture that is intended to convey, "Hey, no hurry, talk as long as you'd like," and probably actually conveys, "Hey, look at me! I have spastic hands." | spastic-hands | John Green | |
| 8d40f74 | We gotta do something about this frigging swing set,' he said. 'I'm telling you, it's ninety percent of the problem | John Green | ||
| 1ccbd17 | Imagine you're trying to find someone, or even you're trying to find yourself, but you have no senses, no way to know where the walls are which way is forward or backward, what is water and what is air. You're senseless and shapeless--you feel like you can only describe what you are by identifying what you're not, and you're floating around in a body with no control. You don't get to decide who you like or where you live or when you eat or .. | John Green | ||
| 8242424 | Thoughts are only thoughts.They are not you, you belong to yourself even when your thoughts don't. | John Green | ||
| bf20541 | I don't remember how it ended - if I went to bed or she did. In my memory, it doesn't end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever. | John Green | ||
| d371796 | Pudge, what you must understand about me is that I am a deeply unhappy person. | John Green | ||
| 450cd7f | I couldn't help but think about school and everything else ending. I liked standing just outside the couches and watching them--it was a kind of sad I didn't mind, and so I just listened, letting all the happiness and the sadness of this ending swirl around in me, each sharpening the other. For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way. | school | John Green |