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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 80b66ad | Every event has a purpose and every setback its lesson. I have realized that failure, whether of the personal, professional or even spiritual kind, is essential to personal expansion. It brings inner growth and a whole host of psychic rewards. Never regret your past. Rather, embrace it as the teacher that it is. | Robin S. Sharma | ||
| 751314f | I do not like the killers, and the killing bravely and well crap. I do not like the bully boys, the Teddy Roosevelt's, the Hemingways, the Ruarks. They are merely slightly more sophisticated versions of the New Jersey file clerks who swarm into the Adirondacks in the fall, in red cap, beard stubble and taut hero's grin, talking out of the side of their mouths, exuding fumes of bourbon, come to slay the ferocious white-tailed deer. It is the.. | killing masculinity manhood | John D. MacDonald | |
| 5711165 | That is why most great love stories are tragedies. | agatha christie | ||
| dc8af8d | One book calls to another unexpectedly, creating alliances across different cultures and centuries. | books culture | Alberto Manguel | |
| 5e414a2 | She didn't bother to understand it all; it was --boring boring boring. | Frank Beddor | ||
| 6df2ebe | Olly: jesus. is there a girl on this planet who doesn't love mr.darcy Madeline: All girls love Mr. Darcy? Olly: are you kidding? even my sister loves darcy and she doesn't love anybody Madeline: She must love somebody. I'm sure she loves you Olly: what's so great about darcy? Madeline: That's not a serious question Olly: he's a snob Madeline: But he overcomes it and eventually realizes that character matters more than class! He's a man open.. | love chat madeline-whittier mr-darcy olly | Nicola Yoon | |
| df2758a | He never looked at her; and yet, the careful avoidance of his eyes betokened that in some way he knew exactly where, if they fell by chance, they would rest on her. If she spoke, he gave no sign of attention, and yet his next speech to any one else was modified by what she had said; sometimes there was an express answer to what she had remarked, but given to another person as though unsuggested by her. It was not the bad manners of ignoranc.. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| f31b19f | Maybe I'm a human, but I'm a me-and-Ma as well. | thoughts-on-life ma jack | Emma Donoghue | |
| d72ed00 | Your red dress,' she said, and laughed. But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread across the room. It was beautiful and it reminded me of something I must do. I will remember I thought. I will remember quite soon now. | red dress fire remember | Jean Rhys | |
| 9e2fe9c | If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic. | Jean Rhys | ||
| bd5289d | It's so easy to make a person who hasn't got anything seem wrong. | Jean Rhys | ||
| 9dd8bc8 | Nathan Sutter," the teacher read. Here. My mother never calls me Nathan." Is it Nate?" She calls me Honeylips." -- | Brandon Mull | ||
| fca6653 | She pictured herself running from a hoard of ravenous zombies on a hot day eventually collapsing from heatstroke and getting devoured. Then she imagined Hal giving a rousing eulogy at her funeral explaining how Kendra's death was a beautiful sacrifice allowing the noble zombies to live on delighting future generations by mindlessly trying to eat them. With her luck it could totally happen. | Brandon Mull | ||
| 00abf9b | By all means break the rules, and break them beautifully, deliberately and well. | Robert Bringhurst | ||
| ce5ef05 | Knowledge was not meant to be locked behind doors. It breathes best in the open air where all men can inhale its essence. | Louis L'Amour | ||
| 7a70b9d | the greatest danger is always the one we are ignorant of. | Robin Hobb | ||
| b8497e0 | Just because it's a bad job doesn't mean I need to do it badly. | Hugh Laurie | ||
| ac2a74b | You convinced yourselves we're just a bunch of regular lads who got a bad break in life. Anything else would have cracked your dream open and made you face reality. Illusion is easy. Illusion is the loser's way out. Your way. | Peter F. Hamilton | ||
| 732eb53 | El verdadero dolor es indecible. Si puedes hablar de lo que te acongoja estas de suerte: eso significa que no es tan importante. Porque cuando el dolor cae sobre ti sin paliativos, lo primero que te arranca es la #Palabra. | Rosa Montero | ||
| e489ec1 | I suppose that in no educational institution can one become an educated person. | satire | Mikhail Bulgakov | |
| 9512ae7 | The only reason you say that race was not an issue is because you wish it was not. We all wish it was not. But it's a lie. I came from a country where race was not an issue; I did not think of myself as black and I only became black when I came to America. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| da0d939 | I'm worried I will leave grad school and no longer be able to speak English. I know this woman in grad school, a friend of a friend, and just listening to her talk is scary. The semiotic dialetics of intertextual modernity. Which makes no sense at all. Sometimes I feel that they live in a parallel universe of academia speaking acadamese instead of English and they don't really know what's happening in the real world. | funny elitism english graduate-school intellects long-words pomposity language university | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | |
| 683136a | And her joy would become a restless thing, flapping its wings inside her, as though looking for an opening to fly away. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| d2b1cd9 | We have a world full of women who are unable to exhale fully because they have for so long been conditioned to fold themselves into shapes to make themselves likeable. | women | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | |
| 1f5efc6 | Why?' - Nasuada 'You know why' - Murtagh | love nasuada murtagh inheritance-cycle | Christopher Paolini | |
| a54dbda | Haven't had your fill of interesting events?" "Never. They are the spice of life." She held up her half-finished hat. "How do you like it?" "It's nice. The blue is pretty. But what do the runes say?" "Raxacori-Oh, never mind. It wouldn't mean a thing to you anyway. Safe travels to you and Saphira, Eragon. And remember to watch out for earwigs and wild hamsters. Ferocious things, wild hamsters." " | life earwigs hat wild-hamsters christopher-paolini eragon | Christopher Paolini | |
| 26ad6ad | They were quiet for a while, eating, then Oromis asked, "Can you tell me, What is the most important mental tool a person can possess?" It was a serious question, and Eragon considered it for a reasonable span before he ventured to say, "Determination." Oromis tore the loaf in half with his long white fingers. "I can understand why you arrived at that conclusion-determination has served you well in your adventures-but no. I meant the tool m.. | profound wisdom prescient | Christopher Paolini | |
| 0a8af1d | I feel that from the very beginning life played a terrible conjurer's trick on me. I lost faith in it. It seems to me that every moment now it is playing tricks on me. So that when I hear love I am not sure it is love, and when I hear gaiety I am not sure it is gaiety, and when I have eaten and loved and I am all warm from wine, I am not sure it is either love or food or wine, but a strange trick being played on me, an illusion, slippery an.. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| 34fb197 | We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| b517676 | Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death | Anaïs Nin | ||
| 82b5617 | Maximum damage. It was the beginning of the end. Either we would fail or not. At least we could say we tried. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| d7a33a6 | Your fear remains strong. You are not ready to face your story, preferring instead to surround yourself with knots. Someday, they will strangle you. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| a73f15d | I'm your mother. I see all. Hear all. Know all. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 7077dbf | Janco] paused. His eyes held a distant gleam as if seeing into his past. 'My first practice was a shock. I was a cocky smart aleck--' [Opal] 'Was?' [J] 'Be quiet. I'm telling a story here. | storytelling | Maria V. Snyder | |
| 05f67fb | Persistence isn't very glamorous. If genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration, then as a culture we tend to lionize the one percent. We love its flash and dazzle. But great power lies in the other ninety-nine percent. | Susan Cain | ||
| 17f9508 | Psychologists usually offer three explanations for the failure of group brainstorming. The first is social loafing: in a group, some individuals tend to sit back and let others do the work. The second is production blocking: only one person can talk or produce an idea at once, while the other group members are forced to sit passively. And the third is evaluation apprehension, meaning the fear of looking stupid in front of one's peers. | Susan Cain | ||
| 8a8939c | wl'wl mr@ fy Hyty bd't tbyn n lD`f - l lshr, wl lwHshy@ - hw lmsy'wl `n 'sw' lkwrth lty tq` fy hdhh ldny ! | Stefan Zweig | ||
| f7ae5c8 | Once a man has found himself there is nothing in this world that he can lose. And once he has understood the humanity in himself, he will understand all human beings. | Stefan Zweig | ||
| eec052e | She looked at his young face, so full of concern and tenderness; and she remembered why she had run away from everyone else and sought solitude here. She yearned to kiss him, and she saw the answering longing in his eyes. Every fiber of her body told her to throw herself into his arms, but she knew what she had to do. She wanted to say, I love you like a thunderstorm, like a lion, like a helpless rage; but instead she said: "I think I'm goi.. | Ken Follett | ||
| d624444 | The characters within a book were, from a certain point of view, identical on some fundamental level - there weren't any images of them, no physical tangibility whatsoever. They were pictures in the reader's head, constructs of imagination and ideas, given shape by the writer's work and skill and the reader's imagination. Parents, of a sort. | imagination characters ideas readers writers | Jim Butcher | |
| 994b905 | I've been a young man. Boobs are near the center of the universe, until you turn twenty-five or so. Which is also when young men's auto insurance rates go down. This is not a coincidence. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 96f5077 | Kincaid, evidently exhausted himself, drew a gun, took the safety off, placed it on his chest, and went to sleep too. "It's cute," I whispered to Murphy. "He has a teddy Glock." | Jim Butcher | ||
| 3561d9d | I am the foremost collector of velvet Elvii in the city of Chicago," I said at once. "Elvii?" Marcone inquired. "The plural would be Elvises, I guess," I said. "But if I say that too often, I start muttering to myself and calling things 'my precious,' so I usually go with the Latin plural." | art-collection elvis gollum lord-of-the-rings | Jim Butcher | |
| 576f498 | I made a sandwich out of things. I'm an American. We can eat anything as long as it's between two pieces of bread. | sandwich harry-dresden | Jim Butcher |