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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e960d6c | If we don't chase things, sometimes the things following us can catch up." -L.M. Montgomery" | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 8fc7523 | You are honest enough by nature to be able to see and judge your own self clearly - and that is a great thing. Never lose that honesty, Bobby - always be honest with yourself, know your own motives for what they are, good or bad, make your own decisions firmly and justly - and you will be a fine, strong character, of some real use in this muddled world of ours! | decisions firm honesty judgement motives muddled | Enid Blyton | |
| 90b85aa | Even in the face of powerful structures of domination, it remains possible for each of us, especially those of us who are members of oppressed and/or exploited groups as well as those radical visionaries who may have race, class, and sex privilege, to define and determine alternative standards, to decide on the nature and extent of compromise. | bell hooks | ||
| dc2332e | Changing how we see images is clearly one way to change the world. | bell hooks | ||
| 66a334e | To create loving men, we must love males. Loving maleness is different from praising and rewarding males for living up to sexist-defined notions of male identity. Caring about men because of what they do for us is not the same as loving males for simply being. When we love maleness, we extend our love whether males are performing or not. Performance is different from simply being. In patriarchal culture males are not allowed simply to be wh.. | men | Bell Hooks | |
| fedb545 | I tap a Malediction out of the box, fire it up, and puff. It tastes like a tire fire in a candy factory next door to a strip club. The best cigarettes ever. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| c0656f6 | For eleven years, I've been worked over and abused in ways you can't imagine by things you don't want to know about. I've killed every kind of vile, black-souled, dead-eyed nightmare that ever made you piss your pjs and cry for mommy in the middle of the night. I kill monsters and, if I wanted, I could say a word and burn you to powder from the inside out. I can tear any human you ever met to rages with my bare hands. Give me one good reaso.. | monsters phones | Richard Kadrey | |
| dd9bd4c | I hate that I had to pull out my wallet and buy respect. | addicted-to-you becca-ritchie buy krista-ritchie loren-hale respect | Becca Ritchie | |
| 14c1c88 | No matter how many boxes people try to put you in, as long as you know yourself, you'll be fine in the end. And you may have to play by their rules, put up with their labels and use their terms - I've done so all my life - but it's what you believe that matters most. | Krista Ritchie | ||
| 28b5c58 | The fear of losing each other is always stronger than the pain we cause. | loose love pain | Krista Ritchie | |
| 6ffe818 | Not me, paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right, you can never have too much. | paranoia pynchon | Thomas Pynchon | |
| eb60d73 | as long as American life was something to be escaped from, the cartel would always be assured a bottomless pool of new customers. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| bbbee71 | But grief still has to be worked through. It is like walking through water. Sometimes there are little waves lapping about my feet. Sometimes there is an enormous breaker that knocks me down. Sometimes there is a sudden and fierce squall. But I know that many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 514728e | Light and darkness dancing together, born together, born of each other, neither preceding, neither following, both fully being in joyful rhythm. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| b35c682 | In the final exam in the Chaucer course we were asked why he used certain verbal devices, certain adjectives, why he had certain characters behave in certain ways. And I wrote, 'I don't think Chaucer had any idea why he did any of these things. That isn't the way people write.' I believe this as strongly now as I did then. Most of what is best in writing isn't done deliberately. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| fe8b4b1 | We say very little, for we do not need to. We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back. | Tracy Chevalier | ||
| 2eb05b6 | How quickly the apparently solidly laid foundation of one's existence could crumble. | Patrick Süskind | ||
| 6dc0317 | He had to keep thinking of them because if he forgot them and did not think of them they might forget about him. And he had to keep hoping. | Gary Paulsen | ||
| 2a6bc0d | Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| 33da9cf | The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts. Such grace, such dignity, such a tragedy. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| 8ab5484 | Words were secret doorways and I held all the keys. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| bec7152 | Laila came to believe that of all the hardships a person has to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| f10d544 | Was Mrs. Wilcox one of the unsatisfactory people- there are many of them- who dangle intimacy and then withdraw it? They evoke our interests and affections, and keep the life of the spirit dawdling around them. Then they withdraw. When physical passion is involved, there is a definite name for such behaviour- flirting- and if carried far enough, it is punishable by law. But no law- not public opinion, even- punishes those who coquette with .. | exhaustion flirtation friendship intimacy | E.M. Forster | |
| faa94eb | There was something better in life than this rubbish, if only he could get to it--love--nobility--big spaces where passion clasped peace, spaces no science could reach, but they existed for ever, full of woods some of them, and arched with majestic sky and a friend. . . | love | E.M. Forster | |
| 44a5636 | It is only that people are far more different than is pretended. All over the world men and women are worrying because they cannot develop as they are supposed to develop. Here and there they have the matter out, and it comforts them. Don't fret yourself, Helen. Develop what you have; love your child. I do not love children. I am thankful to have none. I can play with their beauty and charm, but that is all - nothing real, not one scrap of .. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 7b16a3d | I suppose I shall have to live now | E.M. Forster | ||
| 9c7d812 | As recently as fifty years ago my grandmother was picking cotton with bleeding fingers. I think about her all the time while I'm getting overpaid to sit at a computer, eat Chinese takeout, and think up things in my pajamas, The half century separating my fingers, which are moisturized with cucumber lotion and type eighty words per minute, and her bloody digits is an ordinary Land of Opportunity parable, and don't think I don't appreciate it.. | Sarah Vowell | ||
| 3c6c083 | Quoting an old proverb: "An empty cart rattles loudly." she said. meaning, One who lacks substance boasts loudest." | lacking-substance proverb | Alan Brennert | |
| 8f9778b | La gente no lee lo que no le interesa y si le interesa es que ya tiene madurez para hacerlo | Isabel Allende | ||
| ad74412 | His calls for justice were lost at the mercy of the wind and human indifference. | Isabel Allende | ||
| d75dd5b | That was a good time in my life, in spite of having the sensation of floating on a cloud, surrounded by both lies and things left unspoken. Occasionally I thought I glimpsed the truth, but soon found myself once again lost in a forest of ambiguities. | Isabel Allende | ||
| 3f1d543 | My worst flaw is that I tell secrets, my own and everybody else's. | Isabel Allende | ||
| b85217d | our demons lose their power when we pull them out of the depths where they hide and look them in the face in broad daylight. | inspiration life | Isabel Allende | |
| 00baafe | Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Magesty. | aelin-ashryver-galathynius darkness light the-ashryver-cousins | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 099c907 | The kitchen door opened and the entire Weasley family, plus Hermione, came inside, all looking very happy, with Mr Weasley walking proudly in their midst dressed in a pair of striped pyjamas covered by a mackintosh. "Cured!" he announced brightly to the kitchen at large. "Completely cured!" He and all the other Weasleys froze on the threshold, gazing at the scene in front of them, which was also suspended in mid-action, both Sirius and Snap.. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 59e2749 | Do you mean to tell me', he growled a the Dursleys, 'that this boy- this boy! - knows nothin' abou' - about ANYTHING?' Harry thought this was going a bit far. He had been to school, after all, and his marks were'nt bad. 'I know some things,' he said. ' I can, you know, do maths and stuff.' But Hagrid simply waved his hand and said, 'About our world, I mean. Your world. My world. Yer' parents world.' 'What world?' Hagrid looked at though he.. | hagrid harry-potter | J.K. Rowling | |
| 3e7336a | He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 9c855a2 | Yes, alive," said Fudge. "That is -- I don't know -- is a man alive if he can't be killed? I don't really understand it, and Dumbledore won't explain properly -- but anyway, he's certainly got a body and is walking and talking and killing, so I suppose, for the purposes of our discussion, yes, he's alive." | death fudge prime-minister walking | J.K. Rowling | |
| 9eaf422 | Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die. Some say he's still out there, bidin' his time, like, but I don' believe it. | voldemort | J.K. Rowling | |
| b44730c | Oh, don't lie, Harry," she said impatiently. "Ron and Ginny say you've been hiding from everyone since you got back from St. Mungo's." "They do, do they?" said Harry, glaring at Ron and Ginny. Ron looked down at his feet but Ginny seemed quite unabashed. "Well, you have!" she said. "And you won't look at any of us!" "It's you lot who won't look at me!" said Harry angrily. "Maybe you're taking it in turns to look and keep missing each other,.. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 0953b7e | Wotcher, Harry! | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 853b341 | I'll understand, of course, if you want to stay with your aunt and uncle,' said Sirius. 'But...well...think about it. Once my name's cleared...if you wanted a...a different home...' Some sort of explosion took place in the pit of Harry's stomach. 'What - live with you?' he said, accidentally cracking his head on a bit of rock protruding from the ceiling. 'Leave the Dursleys?' 'Of course. I thought you wouldn't want to' said Sirius quickly. .. | move-in sirius | J.K. Rowling | |
| 97ef6be | Parminder kept her unwept tears locked tightly inside where they seemed to undergo an alchemical transformation, returning to the outer world as lava slides of rage. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 0cae9ff | He had fought back with every weapon in his arsenal, being alternatively obtuse, evasive and pedantic, for it was wonderful how you could obscure an emotional issue by appearing to seek precision. | J.K. Rowling |