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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a36b3d5 | You're earlier than expected, and appear to have gotten through the day without destroying any article of clothing. I must note this event down on my calendar." "Bitch when I'm late, bitch when I'm early. You could go pro on the bitching circuit." | summerset | J.D. Robb | |
| ed0c638 | God is dead and I am his replacement. | god | J.D. Robb | |
| 7e87e6d | A banner hung over the break-room door, facing out so any who came in would see the sentiment: NO MATTER YOUR RACE, CREED, SEXUAL ORIENTATION, OR POLITICAL AFFILIATION, WE PROTECT AND SERVE, BECAUSE YOU COULD GET DEAD. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 38a3489 | I changed your life." She looked down at the peach they shared. "You changed min. I'm glad of it." And back into his eyes. "Every day. I'm glad of it. I'd like a pond, and maybe something to sit on so we could watch the creepy, interesting fish." "That would suit me very well." She linked her arms around his neck, laid her cheek on his. Love finds a way, she thought." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 4b51b9e | I'm not a creature of vengeance any more. I'm not just the girl whose gift is chaos. I'm the girl who endured. | Elizabeth May | ||
| 0b6670d | I do exist, don't I? It often feels as if I'm not here, that I'm a figment of my own imagination. There are days when I feel so lightly connected to the earth that the threads that tether me to the planet are gossamer thin, spun sugar. A strong gust of wind could dislodge me completely, and I'd lift off and blow away, like one of those seeds in a dandelion clock. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 21c7d26 | She looked at him with so much love that I had to turn away. At least I know what love looks like, I told myself. That's something. No one had ever looked at me like that, but I'd be able to recognize it if they ever did. | love | Gail Honeyman | |
| 52520ad | Grief is the price we pay for love, so they say. The price is far too high. The | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 51dea67 | We spend a lot of time thinking about the ways that prestige and resources and belonging to elite institutions make us better off. We don't spend enough time thinking about the ways in which those kinds of material advantages limit our options. | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| 600bd2a | You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls, do you not think? | darkness soul | James Joyce | |
| b46b268 | Lord, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low. | hoyce humor wake | James Joyce | |
| 69cc318 | Me too." I agree fervently. "Every film should definitely have a message." Which is true. I mean... take the Lord of the Rings movies- they've got loads of messages. Like "Don't lose your ring." -- | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| b50e2a3 | We all fail to appreciate each day just how much we already possess. Light, air, freedom, the companionship of friends. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 738d5de | Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 894a03a | We'll choose knowledge no matter what, we'll maim ourselves in the process, we'll stick our hands into the flames for it if necessary. Curiosity is not our only motive; love or grief or despair or hatred is what drives us on. We'll spy relentlessly on the dead; we'll open their letters, we'll read their journals, we'll go through their trash, hoping for a hint, a final word, an explanation, from those who have deserted us--who've left us ho.. | knowledge margaret-atwood snooping the-blind-assassin | Margaret Atwood | |
| 7398530 | I could end this with a moral, as if this were a fable about animals, though no fables are really about animals. | animals fable humans parable | Margaret Atwood | |
| 30caeee | Like the trains, she's never on time and always departing. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 8dc6b85 | The Chorus Line: A Rope-Jumping Rhyme we are the maids the ones you killed the ones you failed we danced in air our bare feet twitched it was not fair with every goddess, queen, and bitch from there to here you scratched your itch we did much less than what you did you judged us bad you had the spear you had the word at your command we scrubbed the blood of our dead paramours from floors, from chairs from stairs, from doors, we knelt in wat.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 5a26016 | we lived in the gaps between the stories | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 1cb372b | truth, whose mother is history, who is the rival of time, depository of deeds, witness of the past, example and lesson to the present, and warning to the future. | depository example future history lesseon past present rival time truth warning witness | Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra | |
| 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? | sad true | 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." | humor julie-garwood romance | 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.. | books reading | 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. | missing-out new-york-city witnessing-history | 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. | priests religion | 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 |