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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e1b1611 | I am not at all cynical, I have merely got experience, which, however, is very much the same thing. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| c0b42d5 | tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play-- I tell you, Dorian, that it is on things like these that our lives depend. | poem music | Oscar Wilde | |
| cef2bcd | Once you look past the hype, actors are nothing more than fugitives from reality who specialize in contradiction: we are both children and hardened adults--wide-eyed pupils and jaded working stiffs. | Bruce L. Campbell | ||
| 47c0a47 | I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. | Robert Fulghum | ||
| 63f518f | As it says in the Bible, God fights on the side with the heaviest artillery. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| f022604 | a book need never die and should not be killed; books were the immortal part of man. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| d6d829e | A learned man came to me once. He said, "I know the way, -- come." And I was overjoyed at this. Together we hastened. Soon, too soon, were we Where my eyes were useless, And I knew not the ways of my feet. I clung to the hand of my friend; But at last he cried, "I am lost." | Stephen Crane | ||
| 8db5410 | The questioners had that beautiful detachment and devotion to stern justice of men dealing in death without being in any danger of it. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| b5b81ca | I know you're right. I'm just low, and when I'm low I talk like a fool. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 4706e1d | I kissed her neck and shoulders. I felt faint with loving her so much. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 41cd486 | Each day of not writing, of comfort, of being that which he despised, dulled his ability and softened his will to work so that, finally, he did no work at all. | work will-to-work work-ethic self-hatred | Ernest Hemingway | |
| f74bfd3 | But after I got them to leave and shut the door and turned off the light it wasn't any good. It was like saying good-by to a statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain. | rain | Ernest Hemingway | |
| c607be0 | I don't know. There isn't always an explanation for everything. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| c1c5493 | I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated. | shakespeare poet | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley | |
| a3fba18 | I have read somewhere that we often spend a lifetime searching for what we already have. | Mary Balogh | ||
| b3ba276 | I know it is something of a cliche to say that love makes all things possible, but I believe it does. It is not a magic wand that can be waved over life to make it all sweet and lovely and trouble free, but it can give the energy to fight the odds and win. | magic love wand | Mary Balogh | |
| 5baae7d | Honor is for the living. Dead is dead. | science-fiction star-wars | Drew Karpyshyn | |
| 5eed03a | Why do we get out of bed? Is there any feeling better then being in bed? What could possibly feel better than this? What is going to happen in the course of my day that will be an improvement over lying on something very soft, underneath something very warm, wearing only underwear, doing absolutely nothing, all by myself? | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| edeaa91 | Sometimes I think that the amount of time you live on earth is just an inverse reflection of how good you were in a previous existence. For example, infants who die from SIDs were actually great people when they were alive for real, so they get to go to heaven after a mere five weeks in purgatory. Meanwhile anyone Willard Scott ever congratulated for turning one hundred two was obviously a terrible individual who had many many previous sins.. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| 89e6cea | In New York, people are unhappy on purpose, because unhappiness makes them seem more complex; in Washington DC it just sort of works out that way. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| 01b2cd0 | Why do you keep saying that " he asked in response "Apples and oranges aren't that different really. I mean they're both fruit. Their weight is extremely similar. They both contain acidic elements. They're both roughly spherical. They serve the same social purpose. With the possible exception of a tangerine I can't think of anything more similar to an orange than an apple. If I was having lunch with a man who was eating an apple and-while I.. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| 9cb3096 | It is only when a man tames his own demons that he becomes the king of himself if not of the world. | man courage tame demons kind | Joseph Campbell | |
| c7cb7f1 | The multitude of men and women choose the less adventurous way of the comparatively unconscious civic and tribal routines. But these seekers, too, are saved--by virtue of the inherited symbolic aids of society, the rites of passage, the grace-yielding sacraments, given to mankind of old by the redeemers and handed down through millenniums. It is only those who know neither an inner call nor an outer doctrine whose plight truly is desperate;.. | myth | Joseph Campbell | |
| 7f0ae77 | Poets are simply those who have made a profession ans a lifestyle of being in touch with their bliss. | Joseph Campbell | ||
| 3e6db1c | Society has provided [children] no rituals by which they become members of the tribe, of the community. All children need to be twice born, to learn to function rationally in the present world, leaving childhood behind. | Joseph Campbell | ||
| 905f2a6 | Do you want to guess what's in here?" I asked Dash. "I think I've got it figured out already. There's a new supply of red notebooks in there, and you want us to fill them in with clues about the works of, say, Nicholas Sparks." "Who?" I asked. Please, no more broody poets. I couldn't keep up. "You don't know who Nicholas Sparks is?" Dash asked. I shook my head. "Please don't ever find out," he said." | Rachel Cohn | ||
| d873f01 | The reward is in the risk. | risk-taking reward | Rachel Cohn | |
| f5615a6 | The best is when we all go at once, like an army of interrelated popcorn zombies who laugh the same laughs and gasp the same gasps and aren't so germ-phobic with each other that we won't share a ginormous Coke with one straw. Family is useful like that. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| d44635b | See, this was his kind of decorating. An active mind don't need distractions in its physical environment. It needed a collection of outstanding books and a good lamp. Maybe some cheese and crackers | J.R. Ward | ||
| 540edbb | In the center was a tiny handprint in red paint. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 87aa204 | Phury nodded. "And if she lives with us, we get to keep the cat." | boo phury black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward dark-lover | J.R. Ward | |
| aa88df0 | Ehlena: Look, the reason I called was -- Rehv: Because you needed an excuse. You shut me down in the exam room, but really wanted to talk to me. So you called me on the phone. And now you have me. (That voice dropped even lower) Do I get to pick what you do with me? | rehv rehvenge | J.R. Ward | |
| c29b32a | Abruptly, she yanked the covers over her crippled one, hiding it from him. Tohr marched right back over to her, and resolutely pulled the duvet back where it had been. Tracing the badly healed wounds with his fingertips, he met her squarely in the eye. "You're beautiful. Every inch of you. Don't think for a moment there's anything wrong with you. We clear?" "But-" "Nope. I'm not hearing that." Bending down he pressed his lips to her shin, .. | tohrment | J.R. Ward | |
| 5b6eb6a | His blush was the color of Valentine's Day and she had to tell her heart to calm the fuck down as it started to beat fast. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 34322d2 | Wow," she breathed. "I know, right? Hung like a horse." "If you're really nice-and you live through this-I'll promise not to tell V." "About my size." She laughed a little, "No, that you assumed I'd look at you in any fashion other than professionally." | lassiter lover-reborn vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| 0a12df9 | Qhuinn looking a Blay] A tear escaped from that eye . Welling up along the lower lid, it coalesced at the far corner, formed a crystal circle, and grew so fat it couldn't hold on to the lashes. Slipping free, it meandered downward, getting lost in dark hair at the temple. | qhuay qhuinn-and-blay | J.R. Ward | |
| ca5e8ab | So what'd you do to the lesser?" a male voice said. "I lit his cigarette with a sawed-off," another one answered. "He didn't come down for breakfast, you feel me?" | J.R. Ward | ||
| 09556ca | Do you think I haven't noticed? You can't wait to be free of me. I drink and then you bolt up, as if you've had to force yourself to endure my presence." She'd started to sob then. "I've always tried to be clean when I come to you. I spend hours in the tub, washing myself. But I cannot find the dirt that you see." -Marissa to Wrath" | marissa wrath | J.R. Ward | |
| 1225061 | the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation | hibernation reclusion introversion | Marcel Proust | |
| c35786f | He knew that the very memory of the piano falsified still further the perspective in which he saw the elements of music, that the field open to the musician is not a miserable stave of seven notes, but an immeasurable keyboard (still almost entirely unknown) on which, here and there only, separated by the thick darkness of its unexplored tracts, some few among the millions of keys of tenderness, of passion, of courage, of serenity, which co.. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 9386363 | I felt myself still reliving a past which was no longer anything more than the history of another person; | Marcel Proust | ||
| 4332e1d | With women who do not love us, as with the "dear departed," the knowledge that there is no hope left does not prevent us from continuing to wait." | women unrequited-love | Marcel Proust | |
| 1079d37 | The first job of a leader--at work or at home--is to inspire trust. It's to bring out the best in people by entrusting them with meaningful stewardships, and to create an environment in which high-trust interaction inspires creativity and possibility. | trust | Stephen M.R. Covey | |
| cbc3f8f | Outliers are those who have been given opportunities--and who have had the strength and presence of mind to seize them. | Malcolm Gladwell |