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| 9763eae | fmn byn jmy` 'slH@ ldmr lty ystTy` lnsn btkrh, t`tbr "lklm@" hy l'kthr thr@ llr`b wl'qw~. flkhnjr wlrmH ttrk athr mn ldm , wlshm ymkn rw'yth `n b`d , lsmwm tkshf fy lnhy@ wytm tjnbh. 'm "lklm@" ftstTy` ltdmyr dwn 'n ttrk 'y@ 'dl@." | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 6c1ef1f | The all-powerful Zahir seemed to be born with every human being and to gain full strength in childhood, imposing rules that would thereafter always be respected: People who are different are dangerous; they belong to another tribe; they want our lands and our women. We must marry, have children, reproduce the species. Love is only a small thing, enough for one person, and any suggestion that the heart might be larger than this may seem perv.. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| c75be08 | there is nothing worse than the feeling that no one cares whether we exist or not, that no one is interested in what we have to say about life, and that the world can continue turning without our awkward presence. I began to imagine how many millions of people were, at that moment, feeling utterly useless and wretched--however rich, charming, and delightful they might be--because they were alone that night, as they were yesterday, and as th.. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 3b57b32 | How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? | paulo-coelho | Paulo Coelho | |
| 403a67d | What happened was, I got the idea in my head-and I could not get it out eu that college was just one more dopey, inane place in the world dedicated to piling up treasure on earth and everything. I mean treasure is treasure, for heaven's sake. What's the difference whether the treasure is money, or property, or even culture, or even just plain knowledge? It all seemed like exactly the same thing to me, if you take off the wrapping eu and it .. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 29946a2 | When we sat down to eat I took inventory of the people in the room, and the remnants of my good mood evaporated when I realized how very little I had in common with them - the career dads, the responsible and diligent moms - and I was soon filled with dread and loneliness. I locked in on the smug feeling of superiority that married couples give off and that permeated the air - the shared assumptions, the sweet and contented apathy, it all l.. | parents | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| d456bb2 | I think about other things while she describes her recent past: air, water, sky, time, a moment, a point somewhere when I wanted to show her everything beautiful in the world. | melancholia | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 4680792 | Will you call me before Christmas?' she asks. Maybe.' I pull on my vest, wondering why I even came here in the first place. You've still got my number, don't you?' She reaches for a pad and begins to write it down. Yeah, Blair. I've got your number. I'll get in touch.' I button up my jeans and turn to leave. Clay?' Yeah, Blair.' If I don't see you before Christmas,' she stops. 'Have a good one.' I look at her a moment. 'Hey, you too.' She p.. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 50cea8c | Patrick Bateman: I'm on a diet. Jean: What, you're kidding, right? You look great... so fit... and thin. Patrick Bateman: Well, you can always be thinner... look better. Jean: Then maybe we shouldn't go out to dinner. I wouldn't want you to lose your willpower. Patrick Bateman: That's okay. I'm not very good at controlling it anyway. Share this quote | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 9894460 | Bigfoot was interviewed on The Patty Winters Show this morning and to my shock I found him surprisingly articulate and charming. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 3efba57 | Women aren't very bright," Rip says. "Studies have been done." | women | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 0ddd814 | 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 | ||
| eff71f4 | I think we've all lost some sort of feeling | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 9cac857 | there was a song i heard when i was in los angeles by a local group. the song was called "los angeles" and the words and images were so harsh and bitter that the song would reverberate in my mind for days. the images, i later found out, were personal and no one i knew shared them. the images i had were of people being driven mad by living in the city. images of parents who were so hungry and unfulfilled that they ate their own children. ima.. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| dece649 | A young girl, a freshman, I met in a bar in Cambridge my junior year at Harvard told me early one fall that "Life is full of endless possibilities." I tried valiantly nog to choke on the beer nuts I was chewing while she gushed this kidney stone of wisdom, and I calmly washed them down with the rest of a Heineken, smiled and concentrated on the dart game that was going on in the corner. Needless to say, she did not live to see her sophomore.. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| f0c97ae | On the plane leaving Tokyo I'm sitting alone in back twisting the knobs on Etch-A-Sketch and Roger is next to me singing "Over the Rainbow" straight into my ear, things changing, falling apart, fading, another year, a few more moves, a hard person who doesn't give a fuck, a boredom so monumental it humbles, arrangements so fleeting made by people you don't even know that it requires you to lose any sense of reality you might have once acqui.. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 73f5224 | Open the hood of a car and it will tell you something about the people who designed it, is just one of many phrases I'm tortured by. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| ebca4c7 | What you need is a chick from Camden,' Van Patten says, after recovering from McDermott's statement. Oh great,' I say. 'Some chick who thinks it's okay to fuck her brother.' Yeah, but they think AIDS is a new band from England,' Price points out. Where's dinner?' Van Patten asks, absently studying the question scrawled on his napkin. 'Where the fuck are we going?' It's really funny that girls think guys are concerned with that, with disease.. | sex men | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| c052524 | Why do I sense hostility on your part, Patrick?" she asks softly, then sips her wine. "Maybe because I'm hostile," I spit out. "Maybe because you sense this." -- | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 49eba72 | You should never mistake affection for ... passion, | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| b912e7b | I wanted all of her and resented other boys for wanting any part of her. | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| 71d6ee5 | I, also, would like to look and smile, sit and walk like that, so free, so worthy, so restrained, so candid, so childlike and mysterious. A man only looks and walks like that when he has conquered his Self. I also will conquer my Self. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 27db48a | A soul that is ruined in the bud will frequently return to the springtime of its beginning and its promise-filled childhood, as though it could discover new hopes there and retie the broken threads of life. The shoots grow rapidly and eagerly, but it is only a sham life that will never be a genuine tree. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 4d51b0b | You have a picture of life within you, a faith, a challenge, and you were ready for deeds and sufferings and sacrifices, and then you became aware by degrees that the world asked no deeds and no sacrifices of you whatever, and that life is no poem of heroism with heroic parts to play and so on, but a comfortable room where people are quite content with eating and drinking, coffee and knitting, cards and wireless. And whoever wants more and .. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| cfc1c37 | I think there is no way to write about being alone. To write is to tell something to somebody to communicate to others. . . . Solitude is noncommunication, the absence of others, the presence of a self sufficient to itself. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| fef3124 | What is a woman's power then?" she asked. "I don't think we know." "When has a woman power because she's a woman? With her children, I suppose. For a while..." "In her house, maybe." She looked around the kitchen. "But the doors are shut," she said, "the doors are locked." "Because you're valuable." "Oh yes. We're precious. So long as we're powerless." | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| e9c1dca | The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can't lick 'em, join 'em. If it hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everythin.. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| a744564 | I need help. Getting into the bath." "Do you, now." His voice was near-guttural. Elide bit her lip, her breasts becoming heavy, tingling. "I might slip." His eyes drifted down her body, but he made no move. "A dangerous time, bath time." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 10ab370 | Because," he went on, his eyes locked with mine, "I didn't want you to fight alone. Or die alone." And for a moment, I remembered that faerie who had died in our foyer, and how I'd told Tamlin the same thing. "Thank you," I said, my throat tight." | rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| c263b90 | The Court of Dreams. The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. | sacrifice friendship inspirational price | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 47af119 | Marriage is a legal contract -- it's not a sacred thing. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| cb7a88f | And then she went to save her cousin. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 3736883 | He supposed he'd learned that strength could be hidden beneath the most unlikely faces. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 0fa043c | Alone in my bedroom, I realized I couldn't remember the last time I'd truly laughed. | introverted depressing laughing lonely sad | Sarah J. Maas | |
| eb27ef9 | Aedion yawned--the lousiest attempt at one Rowan had ever seen--and excused himself. | wingman aelin rowan | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 6430004 | We do not look bad, Chaol. It helps no one and nothing to look back. We can only go on.' 'What if we go on only to more pain and despair? What if we go on, only to find a horrible end waiting for us?' 'Then it is not the end. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 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 .. | pg164 nehemia-ytger 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 .. | love dorian-havilliard | 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 | ||
| 64244f7 | I have many names, and none of them matter. Names are not important. To speak is to name names, but to speak is not important. A thing happens once that has never happened before. Seeing it, a man looks upon reality. He cannot tell others what he has seen. Others wish to know, however, so the question him saying, 'What is it like, this thing you have seen?' So he tries to tell them. Perhaps he has seen the very first fire in the world. He t.. | Roger Zelazny |