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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b2bf3e0 | Everything rests on the poisoned wine. If it were just the queen, I could force it down her gullet, but Declan Broekhart would run me through with that damned ceremonial sword, and if his wife's stares were daggers, he'd be dead already. | humor | Eoin Colfer | |
| a07e38a | Satan was crouched in the corner of his office, playing a gameboy, 'Die alien scum' he was saying feverishly.. | the-wish-list | Eoin Colfer | |
| eda2c9d | this was business. | funny clumsy fairies-leprecon mental genius | Eoin Colfer | |
| b825185 | Life is but a series of misunderstandings. | Denis Diderot | ||
| 2451a45 | Let us never fear robbers or murderers. They are dangers from without, petty dangers. Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves. What matters it if something threatens are head or our purse! Let us think only of that which threatens the soul. | quotes-by-the-bishop-in-les-mis religion-christianity les-mis les-misérables victor-hugo | Victor Hugo | |
| 7f5bc12 | Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 0e4de39 | For there are many great deeds done in the small struggles of life. There is a determined though unseen bravery that defends itself foot by foot in the darkness against the fatal invasions of necessity and dishonesty. Noble and mysterious triumphs that no eye sees and no fame rewards, and no flourish of triumph salutes. Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are the battlefields that have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 07fef45 | Just imagine! In the early nineteenth century, this cathedral was in such a state of disrepair that the city considered tearing it down. Luckily for us, Victor Hugo heard about the plans to destroy it and wrote to raise awareness of its glorious history. And, by golly, did it work! Parisians campaigned to save it, and the building was repaired and polished to the pristine state you find today. | the-hunchback-of-notre-dame paris victor-hugo | Stephanie Perkins | |
| 8e069e7 | The owl goes not into the nest of the lark. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 0d74d5d | in better company, they found among all those hideous carcasses two skeletons, one of which held the other in its embrace. One of these skeletons, which was that of a woman, still had a few strips of a garment which had once been white, and around her neck was to be seen a string of adrezarach beads with a little silk bag ornamented with green glass, which was open and empty. These objects were of so little value that the executioner had pr.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 31ec1b1 | But the older he grew and the more intimately he came to know his brother, the oftener the thought occurred to him that the power of working for the general welfare - a power of which he felt himself entirely destitute - was not a virtue but rather a lack of something: not a lack of kindly honesty and noble desires and tastes, but a lack of the power of living, of what is called heart - the aspiration which makes a man choose one out of all.. | russian-literature romances | Leo Tolstoy | |
| a042b11 | Having then for the first time clearly understood that before every man, and before himself, there lay only suffering, death, and eternal oblivion, he had concluded that to live under such conditions was impossible; that one must either explain life to oneself so that it does not seem to be an evil mockery by some sort of devil, or one must shoot oneself. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| a324570 | The whole trouble lies in that people think that there are conditions excluding the necessity of love in their intercourse with man, but such conditions do not exist. Things may be treated without love; one may chop wood, make bricks, forge iron without love, but one can no more deal with people without love than one can handle bees without care. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 33708b7 | Involuntarily it appeared to me that there, somewhere, was someone who amused himself by watching how I lived for thirty or forty years: learning, developing, maturing in body and mind, and how, having with matured mental powers reached the summit of life from which it all lay before me, I stood on that summit -- like an arch-fool -- seeing clearly that there is nothing in life, and that there has been and will be nothing. And he was amused.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 8227eb2 | The answer can't be found in books - or be solved by bringing it to other people. Not unless you want to remain a child all your life. You've got to find the answer inside you - feel the right thing to do. Charlie, you've got to learn to trust yourself | choice ethics | Daniel Keyes | |
| 49e111c | Some of the best people that ever lived have been as destitute as I am; and if you are a Christian, you ought not to consider poverty a crime. | respect | Charlotte Brontë | |
| fff455e | It was this feminine conspiracy which made Southern society so pleasant. Women knew that a land where men were contented, uncontradicted ans safe in possession of unpunctured vanity was likely to be a very pleasant place for women to live. So, from the cradle to the grave, women strove to make men pleased with themselves, and the satisfied men repaid lavishly with gallantry and adoration. In fact, men willingly gave ladies everything in the.. | male-female-relationships southern-women | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 187bcde | So furiously each other did assayle, As if their soules they would attonce haue rent Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent; That all the ground with purple bloud was sprent, And all their armours staynd with bloudie gore, Yet scarcely once to breath would they relent, So mortall was their malice and so sore, Become of fayned friendship which they vow'd afore. | friendship malice | Edmund Spenser | |
| ea1422e | Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out. | Robert Graves | ||
| 7f51917 | As I walked out one harvest night About the stroke of One, The Moon attained to her full height Stood beaming like the Sun. She exorcised the ghostly wheat To mute assent in Love's defeat Whose tryst had now begun. The fields lay sick beneath my tread, A tedious owlet cried; The nightingale above my head With this or that replied, Like man and wife who nightly keep Inconsequent debate in sleep As they dream side by side. Your phantom wore t.. | Robert Graves | ||
| 5695575 | Like walking through water. Like drowning. | Beth Revis | ||
| e4a9449 | If someone loves you, he'll wait for you to love him back | Beth Revis | ||
| fdca8b8 | See Scott run, Run Scott run. See Scott die, No such luck. | David Lubar | ||
| aeef2d0 | What happened to your foot?" "I had a little disagreement with an eagle --stupid birds, eagles. He couldn't tell the difference between a hawk and a pigeon. I had to educate him. He bit me while I was tearing out a sizable number of his wing feathers." "Uncle," Polgara said reproachfully. "He started it." | David Eddings | ||
| 4f39030 | A day in which you learn something isn't a complete loss. | motivational | David Eddings | |
| fc80e4e | Magic is a matter of focusing the disciplined will. But sometimes the will must be abandoned. The secret lies in knowing when to exercise control, and when to let go. | magic | Marion Zimmer Bradley | |
| 007ee3d | An enemy is someone whose story you have not heard. | Slavoj Žižek | ||
| bec3587 | And I know we live in different worlds, and we're always really busy, but in my dreams you spin around me so fast, I always wake up dizzy. So maybe one day you'll grow tired of the road and roll on back to me. | Sarah Kay | ||
| 5c76482 | Tessa distinguished absolutely between pain observed and pain shared. Pain observed is journalistic pain. It's diplomatic pain. It's television pain, over as soon as you switch off your beastly set. Those who watch suffering and do nothing about it, in her book, were little better than those who inflicted it. They were the bad Samaritans. | suffering | John le Carré | |
| 81b9951 | Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. | Markus Zusak | ||
| a18016f | She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness. | loneliness sadness | Markus Zusak | |
| b2c2cff | The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better. What good were the words? | Markus Zusak | ||
| 6053c1f | She was as sated with him as he was tired of her. Emma had rediscovered in adultery all the banality of marriage. | marriage boredom | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 32a3e88 | Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her hand. | self | George Eliot | |
| 1648614 | For nothing was simply one thing. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| eccf23d | I skim through our notebook, thick with words, and then through our Facebook messages--so many now--and then I write a new one, quoting Virginia Woolf: "Let us wander whirling to the gilt chairs.... Are we not acceptable, moon? Are we not lovely sitting together here ...?" | Jennifer Niven | ||
| 569e8d5 | In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 985d55a | What dissolution of the soul you demanded in order to get through one day, what lies, bowings, scrapings, fluency and servility! How you chained me to one spot, one hour, one chair, and sat yourselves down opposite! How you snatched from me the white spaces that lie between hour and hour and rolled them into dirty pellets and tossed them into the waste-paper basket with your greasy paws. Yet those were my life. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 93192e0 | Oh, I am in love with life! | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 00920fe | Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women. | lgbt sexuality | Virginia Woolf | |
| 7d4eb3f | The way to rock oneself back into writing is this. First gentle exercise in the air. Second the reading of good literature. It is a mistake to think that literature can be produced from the raw. One must get out of life...one must become externalised; very, very concentrated, all at one point, not having to draw upon the scattered parts of one's character, living in the brain. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 5eb285d | I think sometimes I am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground. I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 9286224 | The main thing is to write for the joy of it. Cultivate a work-lust that imagines its haven like your hands at night dreaming the sun in the sunspot of a breast. You are fasted now, light-headed, dangerous. Take off from here. | Seamus Heaney | ||
| e0de7df | A cynic by experience, a romantic by inclination and now a hero by necessity. | romance hero | David Gemmell |