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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 01418ce | What shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? | Anonymous | ||
| 5fb3ee7 | I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. (Song of Solomon 6:3a) | Anonymous | ||
| 5d892b6 | Do you know the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results." "Wrong. That's the definition of determination." -- | Gena Showalter | ||
| 9da3401 | Performing the duty prescribed by (one's own) nature, one incurreth no sin. | krishna | Anonymous | |
| 14d2afe | In Mexico City they somehow wandered into an exhibition of paintings by the beautiful Spanish exile Remedios Varo: in the central painting of a triptych, titled "Bordando el Manto Terrestre," were a number of frail girls with heart-shaped faces, huge eyes, spun-gold hair, prisoners in the top room of a circular tower, embroidering a kind of tapestry which spilled out the slit windows and into a void, seeking hopelessly to fill the void: for.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 3890be3 | Our sorrows and wounds are healed only when we touch them with compassion. | Anonymous | ||
| d1cbcae | A vast and abandoned world laid out in anonymous grids and quadrants, a view that confirmed you were much more alone than you thought you were, a view that inspired the flickering thoughts of suicide. | suicide | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 686642e | That was all he said, except for "Aaaeerrgghhh." Which is not really a word. But the reason that he screamed "Aaaeerrgghhh" was that Franco had bitten him savegly on the wrist." | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 266e94b | Caballine likes me to be masterful. She calls me her stallion. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 20b7eed | Tea? At the beach? No time for luxuries, Holly. There is important work to be done." He winked at Butler. "Are you sure you're at the library? I thought I heard water." | young-adult humor | Eoin Colfer | |
| c3ec2c6 | Admirable, however, as the Paris of the present day appears to you, build up and put together again in imagination the Paris of the fifteenth century; look at the light through that surprising host of steeples, towers, and belfries; pour forth amid the immense city, break against the points of its islands, compress within the arches of the bridges, the current of the Seine, with its large patches of green and yellow, more changeable than a .. | scenery houses description paris | Victor Hugo | |
| c2d2976 | Sire, you are looking at a plain man, and I am looking at a great man. Each of us may benefit. | Victor Hugo | ||
| f2c6d13 | He was Antinous, wild. You would have said, seeing the thoughtful reflection of his eye, that he had already, in some preceding existence, been through the revolutionary apocalypse. He knew its tradition like an eyewitness. He knew every little detail of that great thing. A pontifical and warrior nature, strange in a youth. He was officiating and militant; from the immediate point of view, a soldier of democracy; above the movement of the t.. | revolution | Victor Hugo | |
| a60ffe0 | Look not at the face, young girl, look at the heart. The heart of a handsome young man is often deformed. There are hearts in which love does not keep. Young girl, the pine is not beautiful; it is not beautiful like the poplar, but it keeps its foliage in winter. | Victor Hugo | ||
| cf52383 | She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its hunger. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 22a3df5 | A man's every action is inevitably conditioned by what surrounds him and by his own body. | humanity | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 96f4eb8 | A wound in the soul, coming from the rending of the spiritual body, strange as it may seem, gradually closes like a physical wound. And once a deep wound heals over and the edges seem to have knit, a wound in the soul, like a physical wound, can be healed only by the force of life pushing up from inside. This was the way Natasha's wound healed. She thought her life was over. But suddenly her love for her mother showed her that the essence o.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| e9990ab | It's not so much that he can't fall in love, but he has not the weakness necessary. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 1471625 | Do you like him much? ~I told you I like him a little. Where is the use of caring for him so very much? He is full of faults. ~Is he? ~All boys are. ~More than girls? ~Very likely. Wise people say it is folly to think anyboy perfect, and as to likes and diskiles, we should be friendly to all, and worship none. | relationships romance love girls | Charlotte Brontë | |
| a49ee8e | It's not because I've -what is the phrase? -'swept you off your feet' by my -er- ardor? | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| a2807ee | But, Scarlett, did it ever occur to you that even the most deathless love could wear out? | sadness love | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 270f76e | Is there a short-eared koobish, then?' Mmmyes ...' said J.Lo. 'But it is technically not really a koobish. Is more alike a kind of singing pumpkin.' We had conversations like these all the time, where I just eventually gave up. | Adam Rex | ||
| 58d50ed | But what are kings, when regiment is gone, | kings | Christopher Marlowe | |
| c0a5dcc | At times she had thought that this was the only kind of connection you could have with people--intense, inexplicable and ultimately incomplete. | human-interaction | Mary Gaitskill | |
| 84ffa84 | You understand now... how simple life becomes when things like mirrors are forgotten. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 47353c6 | as the slow sea sucked at the shore and then withdrew, leaving the strip of seaweed bare and the shingle churned, the sea birds raced and ran upon the beaches. Then that same impulse to flight seized upon them too. Crying, whistling, calling, they skimmed the placid sea and left the shore. Make haste, make speed, hurry and begone; yet where, and to what purpose? The restless urge of autumn, unsatisfying, sad, had put a spell upon them and t.. | winter seabirds birds | Daphne du Maurier | |
| 3d3649b | I could fight with the living but I could not fight the dead. If there was some woman in London that Maxim loved, someone he wrote to, visited, dined with, slept with, I could fight her. We would stand on common ground. I should not be afraid. Anger and jealousy were things that could be conquered. One day the woman would grow old or tired or different, and Maxim would not love her anymore. But Rebecca would never grow old. Rebecca would al.. | rebecca | Daphne du Maurier | |
| fc9cda8 | Sex is one of the most interesting things we as humans have to play with, and we've reduced it to polyester underpants and implants. We are selling ourselves unbelievably short. | Ariel Levy | ||
| a59734b | there are two different ways of writing history: one is to persuade men to virtue and the other is to compel men to truth. | Robert Graves | ||
| 54d82f2 | Holding Amy against me, I realize the simple truth is that power isn't control at all - power is strength, and giving that strength to others. | Beth Revis | ||
| 6e3bb00 | Heroes aren't allowed to be nervous." "Who made up that rule?" "It's a known fact..." | David Eddings | ||
| 6c9dbcb | If there's a noise in the woods, and there's nobody around to hear it, is it really a noise?" "Of course it is," she replied calmly. "How did you reach that conclusion?" Beldin demanded. "Because there's no such thing as an empty place, uncle. There are always creatures around --wild animals, mice, insects, birds --and they can all hear." "But what if there weren't? What if the woods are truly empty?" "Why waste your time talking about an i.. | David Eddings | ||
| 1dc0576 | To know you are ignorant is the beginning of wisdom, | Marion Zimmer Bradley | ||
| 64f81c8 | in the hands of politicians grand designs achieve nothing but new forms of the old misery... | John le Carré | ||
| b9c5c53 | When finally she finished and stood herself up, he put his arm around her, best-buddy style, and they walked on. There was no request for a kiss. Nothing like that. You can love Rudy for that, if you like. | love | Markus Zusak | |
| 229ad2f | Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot. | Markus Zusak | ||
| b27b52b | So I saw that there was only me. There was only me who could worry about what was happening here, inside these walls of my life. Other people had their own worlds to worry about, and in the end, they had to fend for themselves, just like us. | people only-me walls worlds worry | Markus Zusak | |
| a3f44d4 | She walked down the basement steps. She saw an imaginary framed photo seep into the wall - a quiet-smiled secret. No more than a few meters, it was a long walk to the drop sheets and the assortment of paint cans that shielded Max Vandenburg. She removed the sheets closest to the wall until there was a small corridor to look through. The first part of him she saw was his shoulder, and through the slender gap, she slowly, painfully, inched he.. | sleep friendship the-book-thief german jewish | Markus Zusak | |
| bd6b720 | 20 minutes later: a girl on Himmel Street. She looks up. She speaks in whisper. 'The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and...' She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her papa going to war and grabs her jacket at each side of her body. 'And it's cold, Max. It's so cold... | Markus Zusak | ||
| 5565aeb | I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d9245e5 | She hates everything that is not what she longs for. | passion mania obsession | George Eliot | |
| ca6c13a | Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. | George Eliot | ||
| c4d7150 | a book is not made of sentences laid end to end, but of sentences built, if an image helps, into arcades or domes. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 8e48992 | Submit to me." So she said nothing, but looked doggedly and sadly at the shore, wrapped in its mantle of peace; as if the people there had fallen alseep, she thought; were free like smoke, were free to come and go like ghosts. They have no suffering there, she thought." | Virginia Woolf |