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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5324384 | I frowned at the eye in my palm. "What, literally shout at the tattoo?" "You could try rubbing it on certain body areas and I might come faster." -- | a-court-of-thorns-and-roses acomaf acotar feyre rhys rhysand sarah-j-maas sjm the-night-court | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 9549f27 | Then there was that other strange feeling that pushed and pulled at her, making her reply the scene in the mess hall again and again. She had never known regret-not true regret, anyway. But she regretted not knowing the Crochan's name. She regretted not knowing who the new cloak on her shoulders had belonged to-where she had come from, how she had lived. Somehow, even though her long life had been gone for ten years... Somehow, that regret .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 3ecb0d9 | That cocky smile widened. "Hello, bitch," Ansel purred. "Hello, traitor," Aelin purred right back, surveying the armada spread before them. "Looks like you made it on time after all." | ansel pg554 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| f6550b7 | My grandmother thinks it's really funny to put all sorts of things in our - my lunch. I never know what'll be inside: e.e. cummings, flower petals, a handful of buttons. She seems to have lost sight of the original purpose of the brown bag." - Lennie "Or maybe she thinks other forms of nourishment are more important." - Joe" -- | Jandy Nelson | ||
| ea8b987 | Her handwriting was curious small sharp little letters with no capitals (who did she think she was, e. e. cummings?). | love | Erich Segal | |
| c32a844 | Awake,chaos:we have napped. | humour naps obscure | E.E. Cummings | |
| 6a858a3 | But it is my creation...! It's outgrown you. | Garth Ennis | ||
| f1001d9 | I'm not a goddamned faith healer! I don't talk to God! I'm a mechanic and her goddamned engine was broken! --Joanne | C.E. Murphy | ||
| bfbb350 | If you're not busy living, you're dying. | Vince Flynn | ||
| c3e2357 | I felt like poisoning a monk. | writing | Umberto Eco | |
| 19c59c4 | It wasn't good, he wasn't good, he did not have good intentions. I stood there, and he stood there. He breathed out the bitter air that makes women doubt everything, and I breathed it in, as I had always done. | Miranda July | ||
| 3f43028 | It occurred to me that everyone's story matters to themselves, so the more I listened, the more she wanted to talk. | Miranda July | ||
| 18d5602 | Most of life is offline, and I think it always will be; eating and aching and sleeping and loving happen in the body. But it's not impossible to imagine losing my appetite for those things; they aren't always easy, and they take so much time. In twenty years I'd be interviewing air and water and heat just to remember they mattered. | Miranda July | ||
| bdec2c9 | It was a beautiful night, warm and filled with stars and the songs of crickets and frogs. White flowers glowed in the grass. It was a night made for poetry. We should have been kissing. A lot. Instead we were sneaking out of the caves to a blood-soaked clearing where we'd been ambushed not twenty-four hours earlier. Not exactly an ordinary date. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| e8f9109 | I bet it's never happened to you." She was right. But that was only because I'd been five years old when Grandpa had started my training. When I'd thought there were monsters under the bed, he taught me how to do a proper sweep to get rid of them." | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| 4ea1fd8 | Do not work primarily for money; do your duty to patients first and let the money follow; our life is short, we don't live twice; the whirlwind will pick up the leaves and spin them, but then it will drop them and they will form a pile. | money physician wealth | John Hersey | |
| 91344ff | Men write more books. Men give more lectures. Men ask more questions after lectures. Men post more e-mail to Internet discussion groups. To say this is due to patriarchy is to beg the question of the behavior's origin. If men control society, why don't they just shut up and enjoy their supposed prerogatives? The answer is obvious when you consider sexual competition: men can't be quiet because that would give other men a chance to show off .. | feminism psychology | Geoffrey Miller | |
| be9dad2 | You have not known what you are--you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life; Your eye-lids have been the same as closed most of the time; What you have done returns already in mockeries; Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return? The mockeries are not you; Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk; | Walt Whitman | ||
| 9ac387d | You sound disappointed." Shane's voice came out faint and thready, and he put his head back against the cushions as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Damn, I hate this. I really do." I know," Oliver said. "Your blood reeks of it." | shane-collins | Rachel Caine | |
| d274f51 | What about e-mail? It is e-mail, yes?" Morley asked, leaning even closer. "E-mail is a kind of electronic letter. It travels through the air." He seemed very smug that he knew that. "Well, not exactly, and would you please either BACK OFF or go find a shower?" | morganville-vampires morley rachel-caine | Rachel Caine | |
| 00f9f38 | You were right," she said. "You were always right, about everything. And I will always love you, Sam. Forever." | Rachel Caine | ||
| 50386f5 | Mom logic. | Rachel Caine | ||
| 32d13e0 | Shane looked faintly injured. "I make it my business to know everything about silver. And I saw your notes. I study up on everything when it comes to your boss, anyway." There was a flicker of jealousy about that, but she didn't have time, or energy, to consider it very much. Not even whether or not she liked it." | shane-collins | Rachel Caine | |
| b9ed824 | Hannah: What's your plan? Claire: Go get him Hannah: Honey, that is not a plan. That's what we in the military call an objective. | hannah morganville-vampires rachel-caine | Rachel Caine | |
| 1cc6796 | Many people nowadays live in a series of interiors...disconnected from each other. On foot everything stays connected, for while walking one occupies the spaces between those interiors in the same way one occupies those interiors. One lives in the whole world rather than in interiors built up against it. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 32725ec | Language is like a road, it cannot be perceived all at once because it unfolds in time, whether heard or read. This narrative or temporal element has made writing and walking resemble each other. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 20cede4 | Mr. Mancini had a singular talent for making me uncomfortable. He forced me to consider things I'd rather not think about - the sex of my guitar, for instance. If I honestly wanted to put my hands on a woman, would that automatically mean I could play? Gretchen's teacher never told her to think of her piano as a boy. Neither did Lisa's flute teacher, though in that case the analogy was obvious. On the off chance that sexual desire was all i.. | music | David Sedaris | |
| 603988e | The claw slipped again. It came off the edge of the stone and Hadrian felt his stomach rise as he fell. He dropped less than two stories and landed in a thick pile of straw, but it still hurt. With the wind knocked from him, he lay staring up at the sky and the wall. Royce's shadow crossed his face. "That was pathetic." "You're enjoying this a little too much for me to think you're honestly trying to help." "Trust me. I want you to improve... | royce | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| daaf81e | Overpowered by the sadness of not knowing there is in the world, and what I'm doing. Feeling completely indifferent to good and evil too, to beauty or anything else. I know that is the root of all human troubles, all of them. Indifferent to that knowledge, too. Nothing got written. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| c78cda5 | Keep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 6d029c7 | And just for a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, wiht a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and i.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 712cfe7 | What's any artist, but the dregs of his work? the human shambles that follows it around. What's left of the man when the work's done but a shambles of apology. | William Gaddis | ||
| 2dc6bc4 | If you want to make a million you don't have to understand money, what you have to understand is people's fears about money | money | William Gaddis | |
| badb3b3 | There are no heroes on the battlefield, my lady; there are only survivors. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 69aa146 | It turns out that one can perpetrate all manner of heinous villainy under a cloak of courtesy and good cheer. . .a man will forfeit all sensible self-interest if he finds you affable enough to share your company over a flagon of ale. | humor | Christopher Moore | |
| 53ddc59 | Man is manifestly not the measure of all things. This universe is shot through with mystery. The very fact of its being, and of our own, is a mystery absolute, and the only miracle worthy of the name. The consciousness that animates us is itself central to this mystery and ground for any experience we may wish to call "spiritual." No myth needs to be embraced for us to commune with the profundity of our circumstance. No personal God need be.. | Sam Harris | ||
| 02ec023 | Wyrd bid ful araed. Fate is inexorable. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| a292ed5 | Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 4c17693 | To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. To just let go and be happy. So simple. So difficult. So terrifying. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 4a1f961 | I tried to picture a young, insecure Edward and couldn't, but it was nice to know that once he'd been a boy. Sometimes it felt like Edward had sprung full grown from the head of some violent deity,like a vicious version of Athena. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| d620b99 | You don't smoke do you?" "No, why?" "They're afraid of fire." "Great, we're going to be eaten alive because neither of us smokes." I almost laughed. He sounded so thoroughly disgusted..." | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 13eb37b | Anyone who tells you size doesn't matter has been seeing too many small knives. | knives phallic | Laurell K. Hamilton | |
| 3cc8e8b | Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind," he said, "That from the nunnery, Of they chaste breast and quiet mind." I looked up at him, and said the next line, "To war and arms I fly." "True, a new mistress now I chase," he said. "The first foe in the field," I said, and let him draw me closer. "And with a stronger faith embrace," he said. "A sword, a horse, a shield." And the last word was whispered against his chest, still looking up into those eye.. | jean-claude | Laurell K. Hamilton | |
| 3bade36 | um homem nao vai menos perdido por caminhar em linha recta. | José Saramago |