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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 14eff0c | We don't choose our talents; but we needn't hide them in a napkin because they are not just what we want. | louisa-may-alcott talents | Louisa May Alcott | |
| e3f2d2c | And this is the eternal law. For, Evil often stops short at istelf and dies with the doer of it! but Good, never. | goodness | Charles Dickens | |
| 34c72a8 | I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. Mankind will surely not deny to Harold Skimpole what it concedes to the butterflies. | Charles Dickens | ||
| 5c150d3 | I have always thought of Christmastime, when it has come round...as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. | Charles Dickens | ||
| a937e00 | If I may ride with you, Citizen Evremonde, will you let me hold your hand? I am not afraid, but I am little and weak, and it will give me more courage." As the patient eyes were lifted to his face, he saw a sudden doubt in them, and then astonishment. He pressed the work-worn, hunger-worn young fingers, and touched his lips. "Are you dying for him?" she whispered. "And his wife and child. Hush! Yes." "Oh, you will let me hold your brave han.. | lovers-sadness truths | Charles Dickens | |
| 2e481c7 | All partings foreshadow the great final one. | Charles Dickens | ||
| d32867f | It is said that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in Stephen's case, whereby somebody else had become possessed of his roses, and he had become possessed of somebody else's thorns in addition to his own. | Charles Dickens | ||
| 53ef40b | Customer: Did Charles Dickens ever write anything fun? | Jen Campbell | ||
| 75f6992 | I beg your pardon?" Robson says. One thing Waterhouse likes about these Brits is that when they don't know what the hell you're talking about, they are at least open to the possibility that it might be their fault." | Neal Stephenson | ||
| 7231eb4 | The wet air was as cold as the ashes of love. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| c97e30a | There's always something to do if you don't have to work or consider the cost. It's no real fun but the rich don't know that. They never had any. They never want anything very hard except maybe somebody else's wife and that's a pretty pale desire compared with the way a plumber's wife wants new curtains for the living room. | raymond-chandler rich-people terry-lennox | Raymond Chandler | |
| 156e535 | She had eyes like strange sins. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| c4405c2 | The light came into the darkness, and the darkness did not understand it, but that no longer mattered because the light was now obliteration the darkness. | Ted Dekker | ||
| f8e868b | most men and women will yield to the strong currents sucking them into the seas of ruin. Only the strongest in mind and spirit will swim against that current. | Ted Dekker | ||
| 2da2a00 | There have been hermaphrodites around forever, Cal. Forever. Plato said that the original human being was a hermaphrodite. Did you know that? The original person was two halves, one male, one female. Then these got separated. That's why everybody's always searching for their other half. Except for us. We've got both halves already. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| f066c58 | She kept her face to the floor, moving in her personal oblivion, her sunflower eyes fixed on the predicament of her life we would never understand. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 2708c02 | I hadn't gotten old enough yet to realize that living sends a person not into the future but back into the past, to childhood and before birth, finally, to commune with the dead. You get older, you puff on the stairs, you enter the body of your father. From there it's only a quick jump to your grandparents, and then before you know it you're time traveling. In this life we grow backwards. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| ecdd2dc | Faith is the courage to live your life as if everything that happens does so for your highest good and learning. Like it or not. | faith inspirational inspirational-quotes leanring life wisdom | Dan Millman | |
| 739534a | Wake up! Wake up! Soon the person you believe you are will die - so now, wake up and be content with this knowledge: there is no need to search; achievement leads to nowhere. It makes no difference at all, so just be happy now! Love is the only reality of the world, because it is all ONE, you see. And the only laws are paradox, humor, and change. There is no problem, never was, and never will be. Release your struggle, let go of your mind, .. | inspirational life worry | Dan Millman | |
| a37c604 | The enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have. | Truman Capote | ||
| e68d2ec | My yardstick is how somebody treats me. | Truman Capote | ||
| 828fcdd | Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. | Truman Capote | ||
| 3d70573 | Archer reddened to the temples but dared not move or speak: it was as if her words had been some rare butterfly that the least motion might drive off on startled wings, but that might gather a flock if it were left undisturbed. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 877b53d | Imagine" he said, "never even thinking, 'We are alone,' simply because it has never occurred to you to think that there's any other way to be." | Douglas Adams | ||
| 8a56b3d | Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea | mourning sorrow tears weeping | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| f4dd320 | And thus it came to pass that the Silmarils found their long homes: one in the airs of heaven, and one in the fires of the heart of the world, and one in the deep waters. | silmarils | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 3632874 | Then Darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time, and I wandered far on roads that I will not tell. | J.R.R. Tolkien Gandalf the White | ||
| 1428312 | Somehow the killing of the giant spider, all alone by himself in the dark without the help of the wizard or the dwarves or of anyone else, made a great difference to Mr. Baggins. He felt a different person, and much fiercer and bolder in spite of an empty stomach, as he wiped his sword on the grass and put it back into its sheath. | favourite | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| d13c6ea | And here he was, a little halfling from the Shire, a simple hobbit of the quiet countryside, expected to find a way where the great ones could not go, or dared not go. It was an evil fate. | frodo-baggins hobbits j-r-r-tolkien the-lord-of-the-rings the-two-towers | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 739716a | I have spoken words of hope. But only of hope. Hope is not victory. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 4013b18 | It seemed like all the way to tomorrow and over it to the days beyond. | journey time travel | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| a67333c | Despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| a73f2b4 | Fifteen birds in five firtrees, their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze! But, funny little birds, they had no wings! O what shall we do with the funny little things? Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot; fry them, boil them and eat them hot? | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| f9b62f2 | The dragon is withered, His bones are now crumbled; His armour is shivered, His splendour is humbled! Though sword shall be rusted, And throne and crown perish With strength that men trusted And wealth that they cherish, Here grass is still growing, And leaves are yet swinging, The white water flowing, And elves are yet singing Come! Tra-la-la-lally! Come back to the valley! | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 6e4d9a7 | Is it not a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt for so small a thing? So small a thing! And I have seen it only for an instant in the house of Elrond! Could I not have a sight of it again?" Frodo looked up. His heart went suddenly cold. He caught the strange gleam in Boromir's eyes, yet his face was still kind and friendly. "It is best that it should lie hidden," he answered. "As you wish. I care not." said Boromir." | boromir frodo temptaion | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| e7ad647 | The doom of the Elves is to be immortal, to love the beauty of the world, to bring it to full flower with their gifts of delicacy and perfection, to last while it lasts, never leaving it even when 'slain', but returning - and yet, when the Followers come, to teach them, and make way for them, to 'fade' as the Followers grow and absorb the life from which both proceed. The Doom (or the Gift) of Men is mortality, freedom from the circles of t.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 14e77de | Then the boat turned towards me, and stayed its pace, and floated slowly by within my hand's reach, yet I durst not handle it. It waded deep, as if it were heavily burdened, and it seemed to me as it passed under my gaze that it was almost filled with clear water, from which came the light; and lapped in the water a warrior lay asleep. A broken sword was on his knee. I saw many wounds on him. it was Boromir, my brother, dead. I knew his gea.. | faramir | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| bd88196 | If I were giving a young man advice as to how he might succeed in life, I would say to him, pick out a good father and mother, and begin life in Ohio. WILBUR WRIGHT | David McCullough | ||
| 3f2b063 | There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath... | mermaids moby-dick ocean sea siren sirens supernatural | Herman Melville | |
| bec2959 | After a time, it seemed that the world inside the books became my world. So when I thought of my childhood, it was dandelion wine and ice cream on a summer porch, like Ray Bradbury, and catching catfish with Huck Finn. My own memories receded and the book memories became the real memories, far more than the outside, far more even than in here. | Rene Denfeld | ||
| a55e36c | Impossible; for how many people did you know who refracted your own light to you? | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 3438818 | Good to evil seems evil | good-vs-evil | Ray Bradbury | |
| 942d2ba | Are you happy?" she [Clarisse] said. "Am I what?" he [Montag] cried. But she was gone- running in the moonlight. Her front door shut gently." | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 2c5dfa3 | One minute it was Ohio winter, with doors closed, windows locked, the panes blind with frost, icicles fringing every roof, children skiing on slopes, housewives lumbering like great black bears in their furs along the icy streets. And then a long wave of warmth crossed the small town. A flooding sea of hot air; it seemed as if someone had left a bakery door open. The heat pulsed among the cottages and bushes and children. The icicles dropp.. | spring summer winter | Ray Bradbury |