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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8365975 | Here are the shadows left behind by a thousand moments, a thousand moods, of needs traced here on the wall by men who are gone. Here is the record of their being here. | marks-left moments shadows | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| b3c392a | You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap. | love save soap | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 0b0d53a | Kids grow up connected to nothing these days, plugged in and living lives boosted to them from other people. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 92b0d54 | I mention all this to make the point that if you were designing an organism to look after life in our lonely cosmos, to monitor where it is going and keep a record of where it has been, you wouldn't choose human beings for the job. But here's an extremely salient point: we have been chosen, by fate or Providence or whatever you wish to call it. It's an unnerving thought that we may be living the universe's supreme achievement and its worst .. | Bill Bryson | ||
| 2236f0b | Want to talk about Shakespeare's sonnets?" asked Orphu of Io. Are you shitting me?" The moravecs loved the ancient human colloquial phrases, the more scatological the better. Yes," said Orphu. "I am most definitely shitting you, my friend." | Dan Simmons | ||
| 68d9988 | What happened was: they became a team, a family of two. There had been times before they ran away when they acted like a team, but those were very different from like a team. Becoming a team didn't mean the end of their arguments. But it did mean that the arguments became a part of the adventure, became discussions not threats. To an outsider the arguments would appear to be the same because feeling like part of a team is something that h.. | love team | E.L. Konigsburg | |
| d77e939 | After accepting love as a stimulus, a man faces the third obstacle: the fear of the defeats he will encounter along the way. A man who fights for his dream suffers far more when something doesn't go well, because he cannot use the famous excuse: "oh, well in fact that wasn't exactly what I wanted anyway... " He does want it, and knows he is putting everything into it, and also that the Personal Legend is just as difficult as any other path .. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 29543c7 | I needed to choose between the one thing that really filled m thoughts-my love for that woman-and losing my freedom and all the choices that the future promised me. To be honest, the decision was easy. -Lukas Jessen-Petersen | marriage sacrifice | Paulo Coelho | |
| f54882d | kufy `n l`tqd b'nk t`trDyn Tryq 'Hdhm dwm , b'nk tz`jyn mn hw l~ jnbk ! n tDyq lakhrwn bstT`thm ltdhmr , wn lm ymlkw lshj`@ ldhlk , fhy mshklthm | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 4d7d90d | n s`d@ nsn m , l t`ny blDrwr@ t`s@ lakhryn | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 6ea2824 | I learned something recently: our true friends are those are with us when the good things happen. They cheer us on and are pleased by our triumphs. False friends only appear at difficult times, with the sad, supportive faces, when, in fact, our suffering is serving to console them for their miserable lives. When things were bad last year, various people I had never ever seen before turned up to 'console' me. I hate that. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 4f53960 | Just as your hand has the power to hide the sun, mediocrity has the power to hide your inner light. Do not blame others for your own incompetence. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 9f12bfb | I am in the Aleph, the point at which everything is in the same place at the same time. I'm at a window, looking out at the world and its secret places, poetry lost in time and words left hanging in space...sentences that are perfectly understood, even when left unspoken. Feelings that simultaneously exalt and suffocate. | feelings love | Paulo Coelho | |
| 70971d9 | You're mistaken, Father. You were in paradise, but you didn't recognize it. It's the same with most people in this world; they seek suffering in the most joyous of places because they think they are unworthy of happiness. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| bec7daa | no project is completed until its objective has been achieved. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 34c8cbb | For a while, I'll think obsessively about her, I'll become embittered, I'll bore my friend because all I ever talk about is my wife leaving me. I'll try to justify what happened, spend days and nights reviewing every moment spent by her side, I'll conclude that she was too hard on me, even though I always tried to do my best. I'll find other women. When I walk down the street, I'll keep seeing women who could be her. I'll suffer day and nig.. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| c9056f3 | Every road i traveled led back to you | Paulo Coelho | ||
| f7a4f46 | Give time time. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 29851a7 | As he was about to climb yet another dune, his heart whispered, "Be aware of the place where you are brought to tears. That's where I am, and thats where your treasure is." | love tears treasure | Paulo Coelho | |
| ae62eb4 | We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren't, or of moments that could have been found but were forever hidden in the sands. | the-alchemist | Paulo Coelho | |
| f4f1c67 | I don't even like old cars. I mean, they don't even interest me at all. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human | J.D. Salinger | ||
| a5c276f | That's the terrible part. I swear to God I'm a madman. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| c13d143 | Get your dirty stinking moron knees off my chest. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| d2a1c0c | It's a powerful statement and one that Whitney sings with a grandeur that approaches the sublime. Its universal message crosses all boundaries and instills one with the hope that it's not too late for us to better ourselves, to act kinder. Since it's impossible in the world we live in to empathize with others, we can always empathize with ourselves. It's an important message, crucial really, and it's beautifully stated in this album. | moment-of-clarity revelation | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 52ab547 | where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what I could understand, this was how.. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| afb0214 | Someone has already taken out a Minolta cellular phone and called for a car, and then, when I'm not really listening, watching instead someone who looks remarkably like Marcus Halberstam paying a check, someone asks, simply, not in relation to anything, "Why? " and though I'm very proud that I have cold blood and that I can keep my nerve and do what I'm supposed to do, I catch something, then realize it: Why? and automatically answering, ou.. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 1903444 | What? Did we end up hating each other? Did we end up the way we thought we always knew would? Did I end up wearing khakis because of that fucking ad? | khakis relationships | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 210491c | You don't know what torture is. You don't know what you're talking about. You really don't know what you're talking about. | patrick-bateman | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| a0e642c | No, really Patrick. What do you want me to call you?" King, I'm thinking. King, Evelyn. I want you to call me King. But I don't say this. "Evelyn. I don't want you to call me anything. I don't think we should see each other anymore." "But your friends are my friends. My friends are your friends. I don't think it would work," she says, and then, staring at a spot above my mouth, "You have a tiny fleck on the top of your lip. Use your napkin... | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 16a0721 | where are we going?' I asked. 'I don't know,' he said. 'just driving.' 'But this road doesn't go anywhere,' I told him. 'That doesn't matter.' 'What does?' I asked, after a little while. 'Just that we're on it, dude,' he said. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 787a2e7 | I think the iPod is the true face of Republican politics, and I'm in favor of the music industry ... standing up proud and saying it out loud: We in the Chiclet-manufacturing business are not about social justice, ...we're not about a coherent set of national ideals, we're not about wisdom. We're about choosing what WE want to listen to and ignoring everything else.... We're about giving ourselves a mindless feel-good treat every five minut.. | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| a68443b | Some men get the world, some men get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona. You're in with the former, but my God I don't envy the blood on your conscience. | James Ellroy | ||
| d7d737c | I hope death will be a great happiness, a happiness as great as that of love, fulfilled love | happiness love philosophy | Hermann Hesse | |
| 588a2f7 | Wenn ich trotzdem weiss, was Liebe ist, so ist es deinetwegen. Dich habe ich lieben konnen, dich allein unter den Menschen. Du kannst nicht ermessen, was das bedeutet. Es bedeutet den Quell in einer Wuste, den bluhenden Baum in einer Wildnis. | narziss-und-goldmund | Hermann Hesse | |
| 86cde26 | I suppose the most important thing, the heaviest single factor in one's life, is whether one's born male or female. In most societies it determines one's expectations, activities, outlook, ethics, manners--almost everything. Vocabulary. Semiotic usages. Clothing. Even food. Women... women tend to eat less... It's extremely hard to separate the innate differences from the learned ones. Even where women participate equally with men in the soc.. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 71fa96f | We broke the world to make it whole... | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 5111592 | Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain't no free rides, baby. No hitchhiking. And if you want to strike out in any new direction -- you go alone. With a machete in your hand and the fear of God in your heart. | direction life roads | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 707555f | Sometimes you must go against the wheel's turn. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| f3c8859 | Fulfillment, Shevek thought, is a function of time. The search for pleasure is circular, repetitive, atemporal, The variety seeking of the spectator, the thrill hunter, the sexually promiscuous, always ends in the same place. It has an end. It comes to the end and has to start over. It is not a journey and return, but a closed cycle, a locked room, a cell. Outside the locked room is the landscape of time, in which the spirit may, with luck.. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 6b2f1b0 | Some people just need a high-five. In the face. With my knives. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ced9f0b | Hisli's tail flicked to the side as the arrow buried itself in the sand just inches behind her rear hooves. But Ansel didn't dare look over he shoulder. She kept riding, and she did not stop. Celeana lowered her bow and watched until Ansel disappeared beyond the horizon. One arrow, that had been her promise. But she's also promised Ansel that she's had twenty minutes to get out of range. Celeana had fired after twenty-one. | celeana | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 42c5146 | She smiled at last. And damn if it didn't kill him, the quiet joy in her face. They had walked out of darkness and pain and despair together. They were still walking out of it. So that smile... It struck him stupid every time he saw it and realized it was for him. | pg526 rowan-whitethorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 1674df6 | Aelin willed the blood in her veins into black fire. Aedion - her focus was on Aedion, not on the tyrant seated at the front of the room, the man who had murdered her family, murdered Marion, murdered her people. If these were her last moments, then at least she would go down fighting, to the sound of exquisite music. It was time. One breath - another. She was the heir of fire. She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin.. | queen-of-shadows | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 5d611c1 | The world slowed to the beat of an ancient, ageless drum. Celaena behold the room. The blood was everywhere. Before the bed, Nehemia's bodyguards lay with their throats cut from ear to ear, their internal organs spilling out onto the floor. And on the bed... On the bed... She could hear the shouts growing closer, reaching the room, but their words were somehow muffled, as though she were underwater, the sounds coming from the surface above... | nehemia-s-death | Sarah J. Maas |