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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d7a9a92 | Rhys brushed the hair from my face. "It's all part of the game, Feyre darling. Who to trust, when to trust them--what information to barter." "Do you enjoy it?" "Sometimes. Right now, I don't. Not when the risks are this high." His fingers grazed my brow. "When I have so much to lose." I" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 65906db | Some swore the cats had been caught pawing through the pages of open books - reading. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 0f628e5 | Aedion touched her shoulder. "Welcome home, Aelin." A land of towering mountains-the Stagehorns-spread before them, with valleys and rivers and hills; a land of untamed, wild beauty. Terrasen. And the smell-of pine and snow.. How had she never realized that Rowan's scent was of Terrasen, of home? Rowan came close enough to graze her shoulder and murmured, "I feel as if I've been looking for this place my entire life." -- | home | Sarah J. Maas | |
| fedca69 | Because I made a . A promise to my friend that I would see her kingdom freed." She shoved her scarred palm into his face. "I made an unbreakable vow. And you and Maeve--all you gods-damned bastards--are getting in the way of that." She went off down the hillside again. He followed. "And what of your own people? What of your own kingdom?" "They are better off without me, just as you said." His tattoo scrunched as he snarled. "So you'd save .. | nehemia-ytger pg164 rowan-whitethorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| a1d0863 | So she's not with him?" "No." Otho shrugged. "That's strange." "Why?" Chaol had the sudden urge to strangle him. "Because it looks like he's in love with her," he said, and walked away. Chaol's eyes lost focus for a moment. Then Celaena laughed, and Dorian kept staring at her. The prince hadn't once taken his eyes off her. Dorian's expression was full of--something. Joy? Wonder? His shoulders were straight, his back erect. He looked like a .. | dorian-havilliard love | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 73f7844 | A white-tailed hawk still flew overhead, and it swooped low to brush its star-silvered wing against her cheek in farewell before it turned back with a sharp cry. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| cec7e5b | She'd entered a city made entirely of leather and paper. Celaena put a hand against her heart. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 394fd6a | Faith is not believing in my own unshakable belief. Faith is believing an unshakable God when everything in me trembles and quakes. | Beth Moore | ||
| a9860b6 | we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond. | Miranda July | ||
| e55ce70 | People are always breaking through, like in the Doors song 'Break on Through (To the Other Side)'. But I really had. I had broken through twice now, and my feeling about the universe was that it was porous and radical and you could turn it on, you could even fuck around with the universe. | Miranda July | ||
| 4784ac0 | It was the first time I could actually understand the seduction and the allure of baring your throat to a predator. It had always seemed like madness to me, or the result of reading too many novels. It still did. But there was the barest sway of my body toward him. His hair swung out to briefly curtain our faces. There was something in his expression that I couldn't entirely decipher. And then he stepped back abruptly, his familiar smirk er.. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| d7719af | I couldn't convince her that if I had a book with me, I wasn't lonely. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| a49729f | Perhaps I won't marry then. Instead, you and I shall live as spinsters in a cottage by the sea. We'll burn our corsets, eat chocolate morning, noon and night and grow fat as hedgehogs. | humor marriage | Alyxandra Harvey | |
| 157c91e | All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it, They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon, | Walt Whitman | ||
| dcb2173 | All music is what awakes within us when we are reminded by the instruments; It is not the violins or the clarinets - It is not the beating of the drums - Nor the score of the baritone singing his sweet romanza; not that of the men's chorus, Nor that of the women's chorus - It is nearer and farther than they | Walt Whitman | ||
| ab2d1c4 | Once I passed through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I Casually met there who detained me for love of me, Day by day and night by night we were together--all else Has long been forgotten by me, I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung To me, Again we wander, we love, we separate again, Again she holds me by .. | Walt Whitman | ||
| bd039e6 | The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I s.. | mystic spiritual | Walt Whitman | |
| 1e39f84 | I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness. | Walt Whitman | ||
| e3860b0 | You're not seriously going out again, are you?" "Seriously, yeah. Bowling. Her name's Laura. If you want more details, you're gonna have to download the video like everybody else." | Rachel Caine | ||
| 36258b8 | Bracelets with white symbols?" Michael made the question casual; in fact, he bent his head and concentrated on tuning his guitar, not that it needed it. Every note sounded perfect as it whispered out of the strings. "Do you remember?" "No." She felt a pure burst of something that wasn't quite panic, wasn't quite excitement. "Does that mean they have Protection?" He hesitated for about a second, just long enough for her to know he was surpri.. | Rachel Caine | ||
| 790f36a | Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead," he called. "And you said my dispersal system would never work!" | myrnin | Rachel Caine | |
| e728f98 | Who's Myrnin?" Claire controlled an urge to roll her eyes. "Badass crazy vampire scientist who's my boss." "You realize no part of that sentence made sense, right?" | Rachel Caine | ||
| 48070e6 | Shane's dad stopped the van," Claire said. "He took Monica as a hostage." For a second, neither one of them moved, and then Eve whooped and held up her hand for a high five. Claire just stared at her, and Eve compensated by clapping both hands over her head. "Yesssss!" she said, and did a totally geeky victory dance. "Couldn't have happened to a nicer psycho!" "Hey!" Claire yelled, and Eve froze in midcelebration. It was stupid, but Claire .. | Rachel Caine | ||
| 01c5da0 | He swallowed and shifted his weight a little uneasily, and then said, very quietly, his lips almost touching hers, 'Promise me you'll marry me. Not now. Someday. Because I need to know." Claier felt a flutter inside, like a bird trying to fly, and a ruch of heat that made her dizzy. And something else, something fragile as a soap bubble, and just as beautiful. Joy, in the middle of all this horror and heartbreak. 'Yes,' she whispered back... | Rachel Caine | ||
| 61105ea | I'd always thought that I understood this, but lately I realize that what I call "understanding" is basically just fantasizing." | David Sedaris | ||
| 3950695 | The word phobic has its place when properly used, but lately it's been declawed by the pompous insistence that most animosity is based upon fear rather than loathing.... I hate computers. My hatred is entrenched, and I nourish it daily. I'm comfortable with it, and no community outreach program will change my mind. | psychology | David Sedaris | |
| e34eb82 | You're not going to charge us for the tower, I hope," Hadrian said. "But if you are, it was Royce's fault and should come out of his share." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| b18da85 | How's your foot?" Hadrian asked. "It hurts." "He had a good hold." "Bit right through my boot." "Yeah, that looked painful." "So why exactly didn't you help?" Hadrian shrugged. "It was a dog, Royce. A cute, little dog. What did you want me to do, kill an innocent little animal?" Royce tilted his head, squinting into the light of the late evening sun to focus on his friend. "Is that a joke?" "It was a puppy." "It was not a puppy, and it was .. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| ec441df | Royce turned to Hadrian. "It's supposed to make them look tough, but all it really does is make it easy to identify them as thieves for the rest of their lives. Painting a red hand on everyone is pretty stupid when you think about it." "That tattoo is supposed to be a hand?" Hadrian asked. "I thought it was a little red chicken. But now that you mention it, a hand does make more sense." Royce looked back at Will and tilted his head to one s.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 526594a | Smile and the world smiles with you, cry and you cry alone. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| eddcc20 | Farid had brought an invisible guest with him. Fear. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 9f00cdd | Memories, so sweet and bitter.. they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years. Until a time came when they began to fade, turning faint and blurred, only an ache to be quickly pushed away because it went to your heart. For what was the use of remembering all you had lost? | Cornelia Funke | ||
| a171a13 | She brooded and bit her rich lips: my soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches' brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike. | women | Jack Kerouac | |
| eb02491 | Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming, all that cramp they didn't really want anyway such as refrigerators, TV sets, cars, at least new fancy cars, certain hair oils and deodorants and general junk you finally always see a week later in the garbage anyway, all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consu.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 4e19d38 | It was the work of the quiet mountains, this torrent of purity at my feet. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 5878eaa | I'll go to the south of Sicily in the winter, and paint memories of Arles - I'll buy a piano and Mozart me that - I'll write long sad tales about people in the legend of my life - This part is my part of the movie, let's hear yours | storytelling | Jack Kerouac | |
| 6004c1b | Miley Cyrus made some chinky eyes Standing behind an Asian guy I don't know if this should fly As if there wasn't enough to despise I wasn't necessarily a fan of Her, her dad, or Hannah Montana I tend to prefer the songs of Rihanna Racism against Asians is simply bananas! Oh Miley! Chinky eyes make you look wily prejudice isn't thought of so highly it doesn't make us all smiley Why is there nothing that Asians can do? To make fun of other r.. | Margaret Cho | ||
| 4c6029d | Because these wings are no longer wings to fly But merely vans to beat the air The air which is now thoroughly small and dry Smaller and dryer than the will | poetry | T.S. Eliot | |
| c6ca8ea | He wouldn't write a letter because he couldn't without beginning it 'Dear Sylvia' and ending it 'Yours sincerely' or 'truly' or 'affectionately.' He's that sort of precise imbecile. I tell you he's so formal he can't do without all the conventions there are and so truthful he can't use half of them. | manners | Ford Madox Ford | |
| 8a89caf | but to remain historically accurate, I would have had to leave out an important question that I felt needed to be addressed, which is, 'What if Jesus had known kung fu? | funny martial-arts | Christopher Moore | |
| db7ff89 | Charlie Asher: Mrs. Ling, is that duck wearing trousers? Mrs. Ling: Could be . . . . You hear of paper-wrap chicken? This duck in pants. | Christopher Moore | ||
| ad85744 | Only a fool wants war, but once a war starts then it cannot be fought half-heartedly. It cannot even be fought with regret, but must be waged with a savage joy in defeating the enemy, and it is that savage joy that inspires our bards to write their greatest songs about love and war. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 9df80fa | The idea, therefore, that religious faith is somehow a sacred human convention--distinguished, as it is, both by the extravagance of its claims and by the paucity of its evidence--is really too great a monstrosity to be appreciated in all its glory. Religious faith represents so uncompromising a misuse of the power of our minds that it forms a kind of perverse, cultural singularity--a vanishing point beyond which rational discourse proves i.. | Sam Harris | ||
| d6dd0f5 | Vodka Redbull: Upper meets downer in an effervescent hybrid of bubble gum and junkie piss | Diablo Cody |