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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 217eb76 | Stew's so comforting on a rainy day. | rainy-day stew | Dodie Smith | |
| 589c273 | Grace is the permanent climate of divine kindness; the perennial infusion of springtime into the winter of bleakness. | kindness | John O'Donohue | |
| da5ca90 | Guys like you don't fall for girls like me. | Katie McGarry | ||
| c8afe3f | You use to hang out with cool people" I say. The right corner of her lips tilt up. "I used to hang out with you." "That's what I just said" | Katie McGarry | ||
| 215085e | Isn't it always the things that you can't see that hurt you? | true sad | Katie McGarry | |
| 05bad3c | Leaving her would be like tearing off my own arm. I've never been in love before. I thought I had been, but I wasn't. This overwhelming, encompassing feeling is love. It's not perfect and it's messy as hell. And it's exactly what I need. | Katie McGarry | ||
| cb9600c | Listen. I don't like to preach, but here's some advice. You'll meet a lot of jerks in life. If they hurt you, remember it's because they're stupid. Don't react to their cruelty. There's nothing worse than bitterness and revenge. Keep your dignity and be true to yourself. | Marjane Satrapi | ||
| 10095d7 | She didn't have any intention of crying. The tears caught her by surprise. She knew she was behaving like a child, that she was being terribly foolish and emotional, but she didn't know how to stop herself. "Judith?" His thumb brushed away one of the tears on her cheek. "Tell me why you're crying." "There weren't any flowers. Iain, there should have been flowers." Her voice had been so soft, he wasn't certain he understood her. "Flowers?" h.. | Julie Garwood | ||
| 86ad0b0 | You're taller than I am, but I'm stronger, and meaner right this minute than you could ever imagine" - Lady Madelyne." | romance humor julie-garwood | Julie Garwood | |
| 1a5da10 | A few minutes later, she was once again riding her own horse. Deciding to take the lead, she nudged the mare into a trot, and as she passed Brodick and Ramsey, she called out, "You used trickery." "Yes, I did," he admitted. "Are you angry with me?" She laughed again. "I don't get angry. I get even." Unbeknownst to her, she had just recited the Buchanan creed." | Julie Garwood | ||
| 6016435 | Listen, you. Don't threaten me. I could make your life a nightmare. He put his hand in front of her face and unfolded three fingers as he said, I'm F-B-I. She smiled. It wasn't the reaction he expected. You want to talk nightmares? she said. She put her hand up to his face and unfolded her three fingers. I'm I-R-S. | Julie Garwood | ||
| 6204a81 | You'll use it, boy, and as long as you hate using it, you will use it more wisely than most men would. Wait. If ever you don't hate it any longer, then will be the time to throw it as far as you can and run the other way. | Robert Jordan | ||
| fed4268 | There was a wild light in his eyes. "Bring your lightnings, Aes Sedai. I will dance with them." | Robert Jordan | ||
| 71a79e6 | Of all things difficult to rule, none were more so than my will and affections. | Elisabeth Elliot | ||
| e677e50 | We hang on to our values, even if they seem at times tarnished and worn; even if, as a nation and in our own lives, we have betrayed them more often that we care to remember. What else is there to guide us? Those values are our inheritance, what makes us who we are as a people. And although we recognize that they are subject to challenge, can be poked and prodded and debunked and turned inside out bu intellectuals and cultural critics, they.. | Barack Obama | ||
| 42717eb | Barack intrigued me. He was not like anyone I'd dated before, mainly because he seemed so secure. He was openly affectionate. He told me I was beautiful. He made me feel good. To me, he was sort of like a unicorn--unusual to the point of seeming almost unreal. He never talked about material things, like buying a house or a car or even new shoes. His money went largely toward books, which to him were like sacred objects, providing ballast fo.. | reading books | Michelle Obama | |
| fbd2e55 | Humans are animals of habit. | Arundhati Roy | ||
| cbd56c5 | D.H. Lawrence had the impression - that psychoanalysis was shutting sexuality up in a bizarre sort of box painted with bourgeois motifs, in a kind of rather repugnant artificial triangle, thereby stifling the whole of sexuality as a production of desire so as to recast it along entirely different lines, making of it a 'dirty little secret', a dirty little family secret, a private theater rather than the fantastic factory of nature and produ.. | Gilles Deleuze | ||
| a1c435a | The feelings I don't have I don't have. The feelings I don't have, I won't say I have. The felings you say you have, you don't have. | D. H. Lawrence | ||
| f57b84e | You could grow up in the city where history was made and still miss it all. | witnessing-history missing-out new-york-city | Jonathan Lethem | |
| 5043d9f | Who can ever say the perfect thing to the poet about his poetry? | Alice Munro | ||
| 57ef3fc | First the priests arrive. Then the conquistadores. | religion priests | James Clavell | |
| 38fddcb | I've raised my voice at a human only twice in my entire life. Both times at the same human. Put differently: I've known only one human in my entire life. Put differently: I've allowed only one human to know me. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 2f58421 | We are being very nomadic with the truth, yes? | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 7d5688b | A few days after we came home from the hospital, I sent a letter to a friend, including a photo of my son and some first impressions of fatherhood. He responded, simply, 'Everything is possible again.' It was the perfect thing to write, because that was exactly how it felt. We could retell our stories and make them better, more representative or aspirational. Or we could choose to tell different stories. The world itself had another chance. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| ed2fd2e | Above all, she wanted to look as though she had not given the matter a moment's thought, and that would take time. | Ian McEwan | ||
| d3a1c56 | However, withered, I still feel myself to be exactly the same person I've always been. Hard to explain that to the young. we may look truly reptilian, but we're not a separate tribe. | Ian McEwan | ||
| f8182c0 | The luxury of being half-asleep, exploring the fringes of psychosis in safety. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 0f21bfc | He would work through the night and sleep until lunch. There wasn't really much else to do. Make something, and die. | work | Ian McEwan | |
| f5c6958 | When they kissed she immediately felt his tongue, tensed and strong, pushing past her teeth, like some bully shouldering his way into a room. Entering her. | kissing | Ian McEwan | |
| 6733706 | He never believed in fate or providence, or the future being made by someone in the sky. Instead, at every instant, a trillion trillion possible futures; the pickiness of pure chance and physical laws seemed like freedom from the scheming of a gloomy god. | Ian McEwan | ||
| f78db64 | There can be no more beautiful spot to die in, no spot more worthy of total despair, than one's own novel. | Franz Kafka | ||
| dc0cf76 | Is a novel anything but a trap set for a hero? | Milan Kundera | ||
| 8409a0d | The basis of the self is not thought but suffering, which is the most fundamental of all feelings. While it suffers, not even a cat can doubt its unique and uninterchangeable self. In intense suffering the world disappears and each of us is alone with his self. Suffering is the university of ego-centrism. | Milan Kundera | ||
| e260198 | Only after a while did it occur to me (in spite of the chilly silence which surrounded me) that my story was not of the tragic sort, but rather of the comic variety. At any rate that afforded me some comfort. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 573762a | Living for Sabina meant seeing. Seeing is limited by two borders: strong light, which blinds, and total darkness. Perhaps that was what motivated Sabina's distaste for all extremism. Extremes mean borders beyond which life ends, and a passion for extremism, in art and in politics, is a veiled longing for death. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 5d95e07 | What is human behavior, except trying to prove that we're not animals? | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 7d153a6 | Marcus couldn't believe it. Dead. A dead duck. OK, he'd been trying to hit it on the head with a piece of sandwich, but he tried to do all sorts of things, and none of them had ever happened before. He'd tried to get the highest score on the Stargazer machine in the kabab shop on Hornsey road - nothing. He'd tried to read Nicky's thoughts by staring at the back of his head every maths lesson for a week - nothing. It really annoyed him that .. | funny | Nick Hornby | |
| 378ae74 | Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 72ec383 | I have seen all, I have heard all, I have forgotten all. marie antoinette | Antonia Fraser | ||
| 8a6a8dc | Hey Kizuki, I thought, you're not missing a damn thing. This world is a piece of shit. The assholes are earning their college credits and helping to create a society in their own disgusting image. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| aeb0e24 | But tomorrow I'll be a different person, never again the person I was. Not that anyone will notice after I'm back in Japan. On the outside nothing will be different. But something inside has burned up and vanished. Blood has been shed, and something inside me is gone. Head down, without a word, that makes its exit. The door opens; the door shuts. The light goes out. This is the last day for the person I am right now. The very last twiligh.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 57d41af | The world follows its own course. Each possesses his own thoughts, each treads his own path. So it is with your mother, and so it is with your starling. As it is with everyone. The world follows its own course. | thoughts life | Haruki Murakami | |
| d937f20 | From a distance, most things look beautiful. | Haruki Murakami |