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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 92c92ec | Patty knew, in her heart, that he was wrong in his impression of her. And the mistake she went to go on to make, the really big life mistake, was to go along with Walter's version of her in spite of knowing that it wasn't right. He seemed so certain of her goodness that eventually he wore her down. | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| 62a797f | Why are men afraid of women?" "If your strength is only the other's weakness, you live in fear," Ged said. "Yes; but women seem to fear their own strength, to be afraid of themselves." "Are they ever taught to trust themselves?" Ged asked, and as he spoke Therru came in on her work again. His eyes and Tenar's met. "No," she said. "Trust is not what we're taught." She watched the child stack the wood in the box. "If power were trust," she sa.. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| ebc1444 | A rock is a good thing, too, you know. If the Isles of Earthsea were all made of diamond, we'd lead a hard life here. Enjoy the illusions, lad, and let the rocks be rocks. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| eb5f1a7 | This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 9f30ffa | It should have been me. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ebe3f76 | The world balanced on the edge of a knife, slipping, slipping, slipping. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 13acf56 | Truth is deadly. Truth is freedom. Truth can break and mend and bind. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| df279ea | It was like waking up or being born or falling out of the sky. It was an answer and a song, and she could not think or feel fast enough. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 0fc9a8d | Oh, you should have been born with my abilities, if only to have felt the rage that seeped from him." I didn't want to think much about his abilities. "Who's to say he won't splatter you as well?" "Perhaps he'll try- but I have a feeling he'll kill Amarantha first." | rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| e6836ab | His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn't even realized what I'd done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly. "Smile again," he whispered. I hadn't smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled. And afterward... And this male before me...my frien.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ead4b67 | The council meeting was soon over, and Manon paused as she walked past Vernon on her way out. She put a hand on his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin, and he yelped as she brought her iron teeth close to his ear. "Just because she is dead, Lord, do not think I will forget what you tried to do to her." Vernon paled. "You can't touch me." Manon dug her nails in deeper. "No, I can't," she purred into his ear. "But Aelin Galathynius is .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b1aff14 | Well, he was certainly desirable-as desirable as Sam, maybe. Sam-when had she ever thought of him as desirable? He'd laugh until he died if ever knew she thought of him like that. | sam | Sarah J. Maas | |
| f4ab564 | Manon gazed westward across the mountains. Hope, Elide had said--hope for a better future. For a home. Not obedience, brutality, discipline. But hope. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| a1ce449 | But Evalin Ashryver held Aelin's gaze, the softness turning hard and gleaming as fresh steel. It is the strength of this that matters, Aelin. Aelin's fingers dug into her chest as she mouthed, The strength of this. Evalin nodded. Cairn's hissed threats danced through the coffin, his knife scraping and scraping. Evalin's face didn't falter. You are my daughter. You were born of two mighty bloodlines. That strength flows through you. Lives in.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 95ff77b | You are sacred vessels," the duke said. "It is an honor to be chosen." "I find that a very male thing to assume." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e35031f | She would not break. And someday... someday,even if it took her until her last breath, she'd find out who had done this to her. Celaena wiped away her tears as the wagon entered the shade of the tunnel through the wall. Whips and screams and the clank of chains. She tensed, already taking in every detail she could. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d2e7faa | It made her the greatest threat he'd ever encountered. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 8dc2199 | Thank you for finding her for me," my saviour said to them, smooth and polished. "Enjoy the Rite." There was enough of a bite beneath his last words that the faeries stiffened. Without further comment, they scuttled back to the bonfires. I stepped out of the shelter of my saviour's arm and turned to thank him. Standing before me was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| fbe54cb | You can't just toss us out. What will we do? Where will we go?" "I hear hell is particularly nice at this time of year." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 2891f74 | Lucien studied the wine in his goblet. "You don't hold on to power by being everyone's friend. And among the faeries, lesser and High Fae alike, a firm hand is needed. We're too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else." | faeries freyre high-fae immortality lucien power powerful | Sarah J. Maas | |
| c8e853a | American coffee can be a pale solution served at a temperature of 100 degrees centigrade in plastic thermos cups, usually obligatory in railroad stations for purposes of genocide, whereas coffee made with an American percolator, such as you find in private houses or in humble luncheonettes, served with eggs and bacon, is delicious, fragrant, goes down like pure spring water, and afterwards causes severe palpitations, because one cup contain.. | umberto-eco | Umberto Eco | |
| 5469374 | n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s | E.E. Cummings | ||
| 007bcdf | But the purpose of a story is to teach and to please at once, and what it teaches is how to recognize the snares of the world. | teaching writing | Umberto Eco | |
| f4999d1 | We really wanted to know all the unknowable things about each other and how we were the same and how we were different, if we even were, maybe nobody is. | Miranda July | ||
| 125cbd7 | I went to the bedroom and lay on the floor, so as not to mess up the covers. | Miranda July | ||
| a3fb297 | Now began the part of her life where she was just very beautiful, except for nothing. Only winners will know what this feels like. Have you ever wanted something very badly and then gotten it? Then you know that winning is many things, but it is never the thing you thought it would be. | Miranda July | ||
| 717fddb | I refuse putting from me the best that I am. | Walt Whitman | ||
| 07cf66d | Fate" Eve said with a sigh "I'm not sure fate had to burn up your car to get the point across," Shane said, buckling his own seatbelt. "No, not that. The hearse. I'm going to name it Fate." Shane stared at Eve for a long, long few seconds, then slowly shook his head. "Have you considered medication, or-" She flipped him off. "Ah. Back to normal. Excellent." | shane-collins | Rachel Caine | |
| fc93d53 | If you ask me if I'm imagining it again, I'm going to punch you out, Dead Man Walking." Michael raised his eyebrows and glanced at Eve. "He doesn't sound crazy." "Er," she clarified, "crazier. He sounds like he's back to normal, which is baseline crazy." | last-breath michael-glass shane-collins | Rachel Caine | |
| 09c98ca | Here. Have a Coke. That's good for a sore throat, right?" "Good for everything," Shane croaked, and took the extended cold can with good grace. "Thanks." "You owe me a dollar," Eve said. "I'll add it to the five thousand you already owe me, though." He blew her a kiss, and she stuck her tongue out at him, and that was the end of the subject, thankfully." | last-breath morganville-vampires shane-collins | Rachel Caine | |
| d16e1e8 | Michael patted him on the shoulder. "I like this plan," he said. "You and Eve, picking up cake and flowers, and you can't even say a word. Should be tons of fun." Shane almost choked, and gave Michael a sideways glare. Michael sent him a hundred-watt smile in return--no fangs, which was probably for the best." | michael shane | Rachel Caine | |
| 017e91c | claire:dont do anything dumb or ill kill you myself shane:ouch girl whatever happend to unconditional love around here | Rachel Caine | ||
| 32bd3aa | He sounded harassed more than anything else, like mass home invasion was just something standing between him and morning coffee. | Rachel Caine | ||
| 675798a | And somewhere in heaven, Versace sheds a single, perfect tear. | monica the-morganville-vampires | Rachel Caine | |
| 98deba9 | Damn, girl. You space so hard, you ought to look into a career at NASA. | Rachel Caine | ||
| fce36bb | Um... Eve...can I ask...?" "About what?" Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it to do something clever, like try to escape the pot. "You and Michael." "Oh." A surge of pink to Eve's cheeks. Between that and the fact that she was wearing colors outside of the Goth red and black rainbow, she looked young and very cute. "Well. I don't know if it's - God, he's just so-" "Hot?" Claire asked. "Hot," Eve admitted. "Nuclear hot. .. | Rachel Caine | ||
| 0672517 | What's burning?" "Your brain." | Rachel Caine | ||
| 8168f6e | Trav, if you cross us -- " "I know. You'll get me. I'll try not to pee all over myself in terror." | Rachel Caine | ||
| 2e6fdbf | Tous les chats sont mortels. Socrate est mortel. Donc Socrate est un chat. | Eugène Ionesco | ||
| 571e293 | In Japanese and Italian, the response to ["How are you?"] is "I'm fine, and you?" In German it's answered with a sigh and a slight pause, followed by "Not so good." | languages sadness | David Sedaris | |
| f6312e3 | People are often frightened of Parisians, but an American in Paris will find no harsher critic than another American. | David Sedaris | ||
| 88a7570 | For as long as I can remember, my father saved. He saves money, he saves disfigured sticks that resemble disfigured celebrities, and most of all, he saves food. Cherry tomatoes, sausage biscuits, the olives plucked from other people's martinis --he hides these things in strange places until they are rotten. And then he eats them. | family food packrat strangeness | David Sedaris | |
| 4da88fb | His Majesty is in a state meeting. He's requested that he not be disturbed." "The man is already disturbed. I'm just here to beat some sense into his feeble little brain." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 19712e8 | That's why you shouldn't make vows. The moment you do, fate starts conspiring to shove them down your throat. | Michael J. Sullivan |