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| d96bbe2 | Nothing frustrates me more than someone who reads something of mine or anyone else's and says, angrily, 'I don't buy it.' Why are they angry? Good writing does not succeed or fail on the strength of its ability to persuade. It succeeds or fails on the strength of its ability to engage you, to make you think, to give you a glimpse into someone else's head--even if in the end you conclude that someone else's head is not a place you'd really l.. | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| 7445580 | The people who stand before kings may look like they did it all by themselves. But in fact they are invariably the beneficiaries of hidden advantages and extraordinary opportunities and cultural legacies that allow them to learn and work hard and make sense of the world in ways others cannot. It makes a difference where and when we grew up. The culture we belong to and the legacies passed down by our forebears shape the patterns of our achi.. | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| 5c92dbf | No one-not rock stars, not professional athletes, not software billionaires, and not even geniuses-ever makes it alone | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| d78c0be | I have sometimes thought that the mere hearing of those songs would do more to impress some minds with the horrible character of slavery, than the reading of whole volumes of philosophy on the subject could do. I did not, when a slave, understand the deep meaning of those rude and apparently incoherent songs. I was myself within the circle; so that I neither saw nor heard as those without might see and hear. They told a tale of woe which wa.. | music frederick-douglass jazz | Frederick Douglass | |
| 937c2bb | O Life, How oft we throw it off and think, -- 'Enough, Enough of life in so much! -- here's a cause For rupture; -- herein we must break with Life, Or be ourselves unworthy; here we are wronged, Maimed, spoiled for aspiration: farewell Life!' -- And so, as froward babes, we hide our eyes And think all ended. -- Then, Life calls to us In some transformed, apocryphal, new voice, Above us, or below us, or around . . Perhaps we name it Nature's.. | life giving-up | Elizabeth Barrett Browning | |
| cd67a14 | I hated talking, and I hated listening to everyone else stumble on their words so they wouldn't sound dumb, and I hated how it was all just a game of trying to figure out what the teacher wanted to hear and then saying it. I'm in a class, so teach me. | John Green | ||
| 533020e | I always liked routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring. I doubted I could explain it to someone like Margo but drawing circles through life struck me as a kind of reasonable insanity. | John Green | ||
| 9f281c5 | Because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it. | John Green | ||
| 278cc55 | By saying you don't care if the world falls apart, in some small way you're saying you want it to stay together, on your own terms. | John Green | ||
| 6ffc2e2 | What happened?" "During the kiss?" "No, with you and Caroline." "Oh," he said. And then after a second, "Caroline is no longer suffering from personhood." | John Green | ||
| dbfb969 | Tiny takes a shot, grimaces, and exhales. "Tastes like Satan's fire cock," Tiny says, and then pushes another shot in my direction. "Sounds delightful," I say, "but I'll pass." | John Green | ||
| a765dba | And yes, again, that was it exactly. A retyper and not a writer. A prodigy and not a genius. | prodigy | John Green | |
| fdf02cc | You shall love your neighbour With your crooked heart, It says so much about love and brokenness -- it's perfect. | jesus heart love neighbor perfect | John Green | |
| 6aa4a4c | Daddy is trying really fugging hard to think of a not-terrifying reason why you'd wake Daddy up in the middle of the night to ask that fugging question. But no. No. Daddy does not have a match or a lighter. | hassan | John Green | |
| a34b318 | You can't just make me different and then leave. | John Green | ||
| c798a14 | All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters. | John Green | ||
| 7b2c350 | Cover me!' Augustus said as he jumped out from behind the wall and raced toward the school. Isaac fumbled for his controller and then started firing while the bullets rained down on Augustus, who was shot once and then twice but still ran, Augustus shouting,'YOU CAN'T KILL MAX MAYHEM!' and with a final flurry of button combinations, he dove onto the grenade, which detonated beneath him. His dismembered body exploded like a geyser and the sc.. | funny tfios | John Green | |
| b843880 | God does not always call us to go back physically to a place we have been. But if for example we have a difficult time submitting to a boss with a certain personality God may call us to continue working with someone who has the same personality until we master the situation in a godly way. God does not want us to be on the run He wants us to confront our fears and frustrations in order to find peace in Him. | Joyce Meyer | ||
| 17aaaf9 | I wanted to tell him that I will never be sorry for loving him. That in a way I still do - that maybe I always will. I'll never regret one single thing we did together because what we had was very special. Maybe if we were ten years older it would have worked out differently. Maybe. I think it's just that I'm not ready for forever. | Judy Blume | ||
| 6aa616c | You string some letters together, and you make a word. You string some words together, and you make a sentence, then a paragraph, then a chapter. Words have power. | words | Chloe Neill | |
| 1ed1870 | I swear to God, it never ends!" Ethan roared. "Not when you're immortal," Malik agreed. "That's actually the point." | Chloe Neill | ||
| 1307edc | You've got better boobs," I acknowledged. And just as we'd done each time we'd had this boobs-versus-legs conversation, we looked down at our chests. Ogled. Compared." | Chloe Neill | ||
| f0ade40 | Don't let my youthful good looks confuse you. I now have two lifetimes of experience | Chloe Neill | ||
| 34ab8b2 | It was becoming clearer and clearer that if I wanted to come to the end of my life and not say, "I've wasted it!" then I would need to press all the way in, and all the way up, to the ultimate purpose of God and join him in it. If my life was to have a single, all-satisfying, unifying passion, it would have to be God's passion." | god purpose | John Piper | |
| 2332d0c | The secret weapon is cucumber.' Solange sat all the way up. 'Jasmine, cover your ears.' MaryAnn, Juliette and Jasmine burst out laughing. 'Sheesh, Solange. Get your mind out of the gutter.' 'MY mind is just fine, thank you. It's MaryAnn's I'm concerned about.' 'You put them on your eyes,' MaryAnn said, laughing even harder. | dark-possession vampire paranormal | Christine Feehan | |
| a22349f | Shadow and dust shall be reclaimed, earth sealing the tomb from which you came. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, warrior return, breathe your last. Air, earth, fire, water, hear my voice, obey my order, thrice around your grave do bound, evil sink into the ground. I now invoke the law of three, this is my will, so mote it be. | romance dark-demon vampire paranormal | Christine Feehan | |
| 8d582ea | We could get kinky and see how bats and rats make love, he suggested in a whisper, warm breath against her neck. You are a sick man, Jacques. Very, very sick. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 721a9f6 | If you need to talk about your childhood, you're safe with me. If you need to break into a million pieces, I'm right here, Lev. I'll find them all, I'm good at details, and I'll put you back together. You're safe here. | safe talk | Christine Feehan | |
| 6ec6af8 | I just listened to the music, and breathed in the day, and remembered things. Things like walking around the neighborhood and looking at the houses and the lawns and the colorful trees and having that be enough. | Stephen Chbosky | ||
| 7ae3b20 | Let me be more aggressive: we are largely better at doing than we are at thinking, thanks to antifragility. I'd rather be dumb and antifragile than extremely smart and fragile, any time. | Nassim Nicholas Taleb | ||
| aba0ff1 | In poor countries, officials receive explicit bribes; in D.C. they get the sophisticated, implicit, unspoken promise to work for large corporations | politics corporate-ethics corporatism government-corruption inside-job washington-dc-politics corporations corruption washington-dc government | Nassim Nicholas Taleb | |
| 51c09dc | The classical man's worst fear was inglorious death; the modern man's worst fear is just death | fear religion modern modern-life modernity-is-sickness modern-values evangelism narcissism modernity values | Nassim Nicholas Taleb | |
| 8874c7b | If you want to get an idea of a friend's temperament, ethics, and personal elegance, you need to look at him under the tests of severe circumstances, not under the regular rosy glow of daily life. | Nassim Nicholas Taleb | ||
| d37b1b3 | By all means, avoid words--threats, complaints, justification, narratives, reframing, attempts to win arguments, supplications; avoid words! | Nassim Nicholas Taleb | ||
| fbccacf | What is more tragic than to see a person who has risen to the disciplined heights of tough-mindedness but has at the same time sunk to the passionless depths of hard-heartedness? | mind love inspirational intellect | Martin Luther King Jr. | |
| 849bb45 | The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. | human-rights nations foundations revolt justice-system justification nation | Martin Luther King Jr. | |
| 0d7d3fc | I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine. | sex youth eagerness horniness virginity | Jacqueline Carey | |
| 1925777 | In this pause, I suddenly saw something very clearly. Whatever it was I wanted from my mother was simply not there to be had. It was not her fault. And it was therefore not my fault that I was unable to elicit it. | Alison Bechdel | ||
| 2c46032 | It was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body. | beauty male-beauty lust | Charlaine Harris | |
| 2fffa35 | The maturing of a woman who has continued to grow is a beautiful thing to behold. Or, if your ad revenue or your seven-figure salary or your privileged sexual status depend on it, it is an operable condition. | equality feminism beauty body-image sexual-violence cosmetic-surgery diet-industry fashion-industry mass-culture objectification plastic-surgery cosmetics images marketing pornography society culture double-standards magazines sexuality self-esteem aging | Naomi Wolf | |
| 4e67078 | I've always found that the better the book I'm reading, the smarter I feel, or, at least, the more able I am to imagine that I might, someday, become smarter. | reading | Francine Prose | |
| ad19172 | She had discovered that the best remedy for heartache was trying to make herself useful to others. | Lisa Kleypas | ||
| c517dc6 | We are hidiously rich Annabelle-- and I've got three older brothers, all unmarried. Would you consider one of them? If you like, I'll have one shipped across the Atlantic for your inspection." -Lillian Bowman" -- | Lisa Kleypas | ||
| a722a4b | I feel the curve of his smile against my skin. But as he lifts his head and looks into my eyes, his grin fades. "Haven . . . I don't know if I'm going to be a good father. What if I don't do it right?" I am touched by Hardy's concern, his constant desire to be the man he thinks I deserve. Even when we disagree, I have no doubt that I am cherished. And respected. And I know that neither of us takes the other one for granted. I have come to r.. | love haven travis | Lisa Kleypas |