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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 85ed9ed | The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation. | Donna Tartt | ||
| cdc446e | I've come to realize that the only truths that matter to me are the ones I don't, and can't, understand. What's mysterious, ambiguous, inexplicable. What doesn't fit into a story, what doesn't have a story. Glint of brightness on a barely-there chain. Patch of sunlight on a yellow wall. The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. Sorrow inseparable from joy. | loneliness mystery | Donna Tartt | |
| 6f351d6 | By contrast Hobie lived and wafted like some great sea mammal in his own mild atmosphere, the dark brown of tea stains and tobacco, where every clock in the house said something different and time didn't actually correspond to the standard measure but instead meandered along at its own sedate tick-tock, obeying the pace of his antique-crowded backwater, far from the factory-built, epoxy-glued version of the world. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 87262f3 | I liked the idea of living in a city -- any city, especially a strange one -- liked the thought of traffic and crowds, of working in a bookstore, waiting tables in a coffee shop, who knew what kind of solitary life I might slip into? Meals alone, walking the dogs in the evenings; and nobody knowing who I was. | places | Donna Tartt | |
| 6b56a4a | Running might take her forward, it could even take her home; but it couldn't take her back-not ten minutes, ten hours, not ten years or days. And that was tough, as Hely would say. Tough: since back was the way she wanted to go, since the past was the only place she wanted to be. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 025b100 | The sky was a rich, mindless, never-ending blue, like a promise of some ridiculous glory that wasn't really there. | Donna Tartt | ||
| bbce8ae | Walking into the library, I took in my breath sharply and stopped: glass fronted bookcases and Gothic panels, stretching fifteen feet to a frescoed and plaster-medallioned ceiling. In the back of the room was a marble fireplace, big as a sepulchre, and a globed gasolier--dripping with prisms and strings of crystal beading--sparkled in the dim. There was a piano, too, and Charles was playing, a glass of whiskey on the seat beside him. He was.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 09f769c | I realized that the childish impression I had always had of my father, as Just Lawgiver, was entirely wrong. We were utterly dependent on this man, who was not only deluded and ignorant, but incompetent in every way. What was more, I knew that my mother was incapable of standing up to him. It was like walking into the cockpit of an airplane and finding the pilot and co-pilot passed out drunk in their seats. And standing outside the Lyceum, .. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 5f16e7a | The governess was not much liked in the village. She was too tall, too fond of books, too grave, and, a curious thing, never smiled unless there was something to smile at. | Susanna Clarke | ||
| 805e92f | There was nothing left for me to do, but go. Though the things of the world were strong with me still. Such as, for example: a gaggle of children trudging through a side-blown December flurry; a friendly match-share beneath some collision-titled streetlight; a frozen clock, a bird visited within its high tower; cold water from a tin jug; towering off one's clinging shirt post-June rain. Pearls, rags, buttons, rug-tuft, beer-froth. Someo.. | George Saunders | ||
| 9e1cab9 | What I'm primarily saying,' he says, 'is that this is a time for knowledge assimilation, not backstabbing. We learned a lesson, you and I. We personally grew. Gratitude for this growth is an appropriate response. Gratitude, and being careful never to make the same mistake twice. | narcissism personal-growth | George Saunders | |
| 4cfe895 | The choice you make, between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life. | Gregory David Roberts | ||
| 2328f55 | People say that love is the best thing in the world not power. But they are wrong. Love is the opposite of power and that's why we fear it so much. | Gregory David Roberts | ||
| 21182d1 | I'm told the effect is cumulative--it will continue to worsen." Though outwardly calm as he explained this, his face had paled even more. "But if you tell me about the Valkyrie's weaknesses, I'll administer the antidote." "Weaknesses? So many. Foremost, we're ... ticklish." | berserker declan-chase dreams-of-a-dark-warrior immortals-after-dark kresley-cole lore paranormal-romance regin-the-radiant valkyrie | Kresley Cole | |
| d0f0423 | The abyss doesn't stare back. It winks. | Kresley Cole | ||
| d2cde1d | Bluidy hell. Charlie's seen my woman naked," he said in a surly tone. "I almost liked him better when I thought he was a machete murderer." | Kresley Cole | ||
| c522028 | Nix had told Emma before she'd left for Europe that on this trip she would 'do that which you were born to do.' Apparently, Emma was born to get kidnapped by a deranged Lykae. Her fate sucked. | kresley-cole nix-the-ever-knowing | Kresley Cole | |
| 7f724ff | Salem snorted. "The Vamp basically told her, 'I'm in a weird place in me life right now, and I need some space.' Of course, he told her that by pointing a bloody sword at her whilst bellowing, 'I forsake you!' in front of the whole kingdom." | Kresley Cole | ||
| 6f05660 | Lothaire: Everywhere Lothaire went, people stopped and stared. Of course, then they usually ran. | immortals-after-dark kresley-cole lore lothaire paranormal-romance vampire | Kresley Cole | |
| e36753f | Regin to Fegley: "I finally understand what a dickie-do is. Your gut does stick out more than your dickie do." | Kresley Cole | ||
| 5489715 | Cadeon, are you even listening to me?" "What? Yeah, was just thinking about...how http always turns to https when I carry out a transaction." "Exactly!" Good save." | Kresley Cole | ||
| 02c578c | I'm tired of the lies and the cheating, and the broken promises that were never meant to be kept. | promises truth | Sidney Sheldon | |
| 59d4721 | You always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes as if they were old friends. (Maybe they are, you said. From another life.) You liked to go to the pound and look at them. You tried to send them messages of comfort. I couldn't go because I started crying the one time I tried. All those eyes and the barks like sobs. | animal-cruelty animal-kindness animal-rights animal-welfare animals dog dogs pounds | Francesca Lia Block | |
| 677fa19 | When we understand the character of God, when we grasp something of His holiness, then we begin to understand the radical character of our sin and hopelessness. Helpless sinners can survive only by grace. Our strength is futile in itself; we are spiritually impotent without the assistance of a merciful God. We may dislike giving our attention to God's wrath and justice, but until we incline ourselves to these aspects of God's nature, we wil.. | sovereignty-of-god | R.C. Sproul | |
| ae6d98b | Frowning, she looked up. "You can't want to ravish me every time we meet." Oh, yes, he could. Demon gritted his teeth..." | romance | Stephanie Laurens | |
| cd49319 | This is where the story starts, in this threadbare room. The walls are exploding. The windows have turned into telescopes. Moon and stars are magnified in this room. The sun hangs over the mantelpiece. I stretch out my hand and reach the corners of the world. The world is bundled up in this room. Beyond the door, where the river is, where the roads are, we shall be. We can take the world with us when we go and sling the sun under your arm. .. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| a403f8f | I do not accept that life has an ordinary shape, or that there is anything ordinary about life at all. We make it ordinary, but it is not. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| e09768f | This hole in my heart is in the shape of you. No one else can fit it. Why would I want them to? | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| c4eced7 | In this life you have to be your own hero. By that I mean you have to win whatever it is that matters to you by your own strength and in your own way. Like it or not, you are alone in a forest, just like all those fairy tales that begin with a hero who's usually stupid but somehow brave, or who might be clever, but weak as a straw, and away he goes (don't worry about the gender), cheered on by nobody, via the castles and the bears, and the .. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 21b5c32 | L]et us not overlook the further great fact, that not only does science underlie sculpture, painting, music, poetry, but that science is itself poetic. The current opinion that science and poetry are opposed is a delusion. ... On the contrary science opens up realms of poetry where to the unscientific all is a blank. Those engaged in scientific researches constantly show us that they realize not less vividly, but more vividly, than others, .. | Herbert Spencer | ||
| 1b74aaa | Maybe they did what they had to do to live, and tried to get a little love and have a little fun before the darkness took them. | love | Poppy Z. Brite | |
| eb7f682 | Carol raised her hand slowly and brushed her hair back, once on either side, and Therese smiled because the gesture was Carol, and it was Carol she loved and would always love. Oh, in a different way now because she was a different person, and it was like meeting Carol all over again, but it was still Carol and no one else. It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven a.. | declaration-of-love ending happy-ending patricia-highsmith romantic soul-mates the-price-of-salt | Patricia Highsmith | |
| 0e02342 | I learned failure early and mastered it. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 5dcab00 | The more civilized we become, the more horrendous our entertainments. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| b4bdcd1 | Thanks to our artists, we pretend well, living under canopies of painted clouds and painted gods, in halls of marble floors across which the sung Masses paint hope in deep impatsi of echo. We make of the hollow world a fuller, messier, prettier place, but all our inventions can't create the one thing we require: to deserve any fond attention we might accidentally receive, to receive any fond attention we don't in the course of things deserv.. | expectations falling-below-expectations never-enough requirements self-hate | Gregory Maguire | |
| 13681a6 | Why... is human desire so unsatisfying? | nana | Ai Yazawa | |
| 82d613a | In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers' broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope. | bigotry coexistence coexistência coexisting-together election-year-politics extremism gun-laws gun-violence hate-crimes hatred human-rights-day humanity hypocrisy ignorance intelligence leadership megalomania national-history-day nonviolent-conflict-resolution police-reform police-shootings political-commentary political-corruption politics prejudice presidential-election terrorism world-suicide-prevention-day xenophobia | Aberjhani | |
| 18e7378 | i am a limitless series of natural disasters and all of these disasters have been unnaturally repressed. | Kathy Acker | ||
| 0431510 | The truth is the last thing that matters,' she said. 'And you can believe one thing of the truth and me: I keep it well hidden, inside my heart. | Philippa Gregory | ||
| 9187a38 | wats yr typ? people who can spell | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 88afc9e | And then a new screen, one I had never seen before, never even heard of popped up. It gave me a choice. I could become the new Lord of Darkness myself, or I could take a gamble and be reincarnated. I chose wisely. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 89222dc | Make it bend -- trees are flexible, so they don't snap. Scar it, give it a twisted branch -- perfect trees don't exist. Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 85a0790 | I flip ahead in the textbook. There's an interesting chapter about acid rain. Nothing about sex. We aren't scheduled to learn about that until eleventh grade. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 63a0a5b | I pushed my ragged mouth against the mirror. A thousand crushed bleeding lips pushed back at me... | Laurie Halse Anderson |