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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d480ee1 | In a whisper he began begging for--and, as the sun set, received--the concession people always beg for: a little more time. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 2d651f3 | Oh, I know that. You know me, baby, I cannot be broken. Takes a giant to snap me in half. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 3fdc02a | This is what a woman is: unadorned, after children and work and age, and experience-these are the marks of living. | love women-s-strength | Zadie Smith | |
| f6748c9 | Felicity and I watch the dancers moving as one. They spin about like the earth on it's axis, enduring the dark, waiting for the sun. | Libba Bray | ||
| f11f588 | I do have to wonder what sort of childhood the Grimm brothers endured. They are not a merry bunch of storytellers, what with their children roasted by witches, maidens poisoned by old crones, and whatnot. | young-adult | Libba Bray | |
| 5fe1593 | Give yourself to me, Gemma, and you will never be alone again. You'll be worshiped. Adored. Loved. But you must give yourself to me- a willing sacrifice.' Tears slip down my face. 'Yes,' I murmur. Gemma, don't listen,' Circe says hoarsely, and for a moment, I don't see Eugenia; I see only the tree, the blood pumping beneath its pale skin, the bodies of the dead hanging from it like chimes. I gasp, and Eugenia is before me again. 'Yes, this.. | Libba Bray | ||
| 4c10ae1 | But Gemma, you could change the world." "That should take far more than my power," I say. "True. But change needn't happen all at once. It can be small gestures." "Moments. Do you understand?" He's looking at me differently now, though I cannot say how. I only know I need to look away... We pass by the pools, where the mud larks sift. And for only a few seconds, I let the magic loose again. "Oi! By all the saints!" a boy cries from the rive.. | gemma-doyle kartik luck magic small | Libba Bray | |
| b67b2a8 | The fact is, I love to feed other people. I love their pleasure, their comfort, their delight in being cared for. Cooking gives me the means to make other people feel better, which in a very simple equation makes me feel better. I believe that food can be a profound means of communication, allowing me to express myself in a way that seems much deeper and more sincere than words. My Gruyere cheese puffs straight from the oven say 'I'm glad y.. | food | Jenni Ferrari-Adler | |
| 51b91a5 | Going to work just looked crazy. Eating another meal, ever, made about as much sense as planting tulip bulbs in the shadow of a falling atom bomb. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 951af4f | This isn't about guilt or innocence, he says. The dinosaurs weren't morally good or bad, but they're all dead. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| b32a87c | Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, I'll be anybody you want me to be. Use me. Change me. I can be thin with big breasts and big hair. Take me apart. Make me into anything, but just love me. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 95f65aa | Our purest form of joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy. | joy | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 9e1cd70 | People who love work, love life. | Louise Fitzhugh | ||
| 8597dcb | Evil contained is not evil destroyed. | Terry Brooks | ||
| 2bfed29 | When you are young, you think it's going to be solved by love. But it never is. Being close -- as close as you can get -- to another person only makes clear that impassable distance between you." [...] "I don't know. If being in love only made people more lonely, why would everyone want it so much?" "Because of the illusion. You fall in love, it's intoxicating, and for a little while you feel like you've actually become one with the other p.. | love | Nicole Krauss | |
| c9e5baf | He looked so profoundly disappointed in me that I wondered for a moment if he was someone I knew. | Michael Chabon | ||
| 19f5e10 | Every universe, our own included, begins in conversation. Every golem in the history of the world, from Rabbi Hanina's delectable goat to the river-clay Frankenstein of Rabbi Judah Loew ben Bezalel, was summoned into existence through language, through murmuring, recital, and kabbalistic chitchat -- was, literally, talked into life. | imagination | Michael Chabon | |
| 10ced50 | We will never be cleansed until we confess we are dirty. And we will never be able to wash the feet of those who have hurt us until we allow Jesus, the one we have hurt, to wash ours. | confession humility inspirational jesus | Max Lucado | |
| 0bcddba | Temptation said that we all dream of committing crimes, but that only the unbalanced make that macabre idea a reality. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 0ffcfc3 | Everyone's looking for the perfect teacher, but although their teachings might be divine, teachers are all too human, and that's something people find all too hard to accept. Don't confuse the teacher with the lesson, the ritual with the ecstasy, the transmitter of the symbol with the symbol itself. The Tradition is linked to our encounter with the forces of life and not with the people who bring this about. But we are weak: we ask the Moth.. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 39bfb7c | What makes life interesting are the challenges we face. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 1b2a8b3 | The boy continued to listen to his heart as they crossed the desert. He came to understand its dodges and tricks, and to accept it as it was. He lost his fear, and forgot about his need to go back to the oasis, because, one afternoon, his heart told him that it was happy. "Even though I complain sometimes," it said, "it's because I'm the heart of a person, and people's hearts are that way. People are afraid to pursue their most important dr.. | fear | Paulo Coelho | |
| f3389fa | lnSt S`b. ffy Slwtn nHwl dy'm 'n nbwH bathmn , wnTlb m nwd 'n yHdth ln. lkn llh y`rf kl hdh , w'Hyn yTlb mn 'n nnSt l~ m yqwlh ln lkwn , w'n ntHl~ blSbr. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| c507525 | You are not trying to find the answer to a question, you are simply trying to confirm something you desperately want to believe; That everyone is evil. " Chantal" | the-devil-and-miss-prym | Paulo Coelho | |
| 4c33142 | When we don't know where life is taking us, we are never lost. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 6398b82 | only the defeated know LOVE. because it is in the realm of love that we fight our first battles - and generally lose ........ | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 25dbe2c | Only someone who can say 'I love you' is capable of saying 'I forgive you. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| a32746f | Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colorful, marvelous feathers. One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird. But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel t.. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 7db41ce | kl m`rk@ fy lHy@ t`lmn shyy' m , Ht~ lm`rk lty nkhsrh. w`ndm tnDj , stktshf 'nk df`t `n 'kdhyb , wkhd`t nfsk , w`nyt mn 'jl hr. fdh knt mHrb jyd ln tlwm nfsk `l~ hdh , lknk ln tsmH btkrr 'khTy'k. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| e1cedcc | He always had to know who was going. I swear, if that guy was shipwrecked somewhere, and you rescued him in the god damn boat, he'd want to know who the guy that was rowing it before he'd even get in. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 539da61 | Adjust my dreams for me. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| b1dcb86 | You should never mistake affection for ... passion," I warn her. "It can be ... not good. It can ... get you into, well, trouble." | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 3d3f4c1 | What is meditation?... It is fleeing from the self, it is a short escape of the agony of being a self, it is a short numbing of the senses against the pain and the pointlessness of life. The same escape, the same short numbing is what the driver of an ox-cart finds in the inn, drinking a few bowls of rice wine or fermented coconut-milk. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 3c9a3fb | Where does your soul go, when you die in Hell? | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 1ff4618 | The music broke her apart and put her back together, only to rend her asunder again and again. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 5c12f7e | It's already ended badly. Now it's just a matter of deciding how we meet the consequences. | elain elain-archeron feyre-archeron | Sarah J. Maas | |
| b995b88 | I let a little bit of the wolf show. | ianthe wolf | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ac6a59c | But just remember that this fear of yours? It means you have something worth fighting for - something you care so greatly for that losing it is the worst thing you can imagine. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 7b2f129 | She and Chaol would never be a normal boy and girl, but perhaps in that world they could make a life of their own. She wanted that life. Because even though he'd pretended nothing had happened after the dance they'd shared last night, something had. And maybe it had taken her this long to realize it, but this man--she wanted that life with him. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| bcfad0a | Tamlin isn't your keeper, and you know it." "I'm his subject, and he is my High Lord--" "You are no one's subject." "I will say this once--and only once. You can be a pawn, be someone's reward, and spend the rest of your immortal life bowing and scraping and pretending you're less than him, than Ianthe, than any of us. If you want to pick that road, then fine. A shame, but it's your choice. But I know you - more than you realize, I think - .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 1ba4296 | Alone in the hallway, Celaena watched the shadows cast by the torches. It hadn't been the mere impossibility of a relationship with Ilias that had made her pull away. No; it was the memory of Sam's face that had stopped her from kissing him. | celaena-sardothien sam-cortland | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 69ef0ef | The queen hadn't even bothered to say good-bye. She'd just dashed for the injured Fae warrior, his name like a prayer on her lips. Rowan. | love rowan sarah-j-maas | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 4b1f154 | And he wondered if Aelin was somehow watching the archipelago, and the seas, and the skies, as if she might never see them again. | dorian-havilliard | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 60e1ab5 | figure--tell me you like chocolates. You do, right? I remember stealing a box from your room once when you were out killing someone. They were delicious. | Sarah J. Maas |