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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1aa9523 | I walked inside Macy's and faced the pathetic spectacle of a department store full of shoppers, none of whom were shopping for themselves. Without the instant gratification of a self-aimed purchase, everyone walked around in the tactical stupor of the financially obligated. | shopping | Rachel Cohn | |
| eb7bf4f | Good? No, that didn't go far enough. She'd made him feel... alive. Awakened. | black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward zsadist vampires | J.R. Ward | |
| cb77bd1 | Then again, the urge to commit matricide was stressful as shit-when you couldn't act on it. | J.R. Ward | ||
| cec9a6c | Butch was quiet for a time. Then he said, "I think that's why I like Jane." "huh?" "When you look at her? You actually see her, and when's the last time that's happened for you?" V geared himself up, then stared hard into Butch's eyes. "I saw you. even though it was wrong. I saw you." Shit, he sounded sad. Sad and...lonely. Which made him want to change the subject." | v lover-unbound | J.R. Ward | |
| 982a0b6 | No offense-but until I see it, I'm not going to believe it." "And that is why you will fail." Adrian cursed and hit the door. "Great, you've got him channeling Yoda again. Can we get moving before he levitates my fucking bike?" | J.R. Ward | ||
| 07a55ed | The hardest thing is being with other people - it's like they're on a different wavelenght, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and what's wrong with them, and you kind of, like, just let them go. It's a whole different language, and you've got to remember that you can only respond in their mother tongue. It's really hard to relate. | relationship life-and-living life-lessons life | J.R. Ward | |
| dc13070 | Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of nanosecond. Or the knock on a door. Kind of made a male believe in the divine. It really did. | inspirational page-418 phury john heroin | J.R. Ward | |
| 7b7713a | This place is just too frickin precious," the cop said, eyeing a guy dressed in a hot pink leisure suit with makeup to match. "Give me rednecks and home-grown beer any day of the week over this X-culture bullshit." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 7c1d9cb | She'd ended up passing out, and sometime later, John must have gotten up to use the loo and left the light on. Probably to make sure she didn't feel lost if she woke up. Because that's the kind of male he was. | J.R. Ward | ||
| f5fddd7 | Man, that did his ego good. Matter of fact, she hit him with anything like that again, he was going to feel like he could bench-press a city bus. With a jet plane on its roof. | tohr tohrment | J.R. Ward | |
| b580d08 | I will not fall in love with you," she said. "I can't let myself. I won't." "That's all right. I'll love you enough for the both of us." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 5880bb1 | Yanking his inner manwhore back to the land of polite conversating, he forced his hands to stop | J.R. Ward | ||
| c8ecfc9 | When he nodded, the physician disappeared into thin air, and then a moment later, Payne felt a warm palm encompass hers. It was Vishous's un-gloved hand against her own and the connection between them eased her in ways she couldn't name. Verily, she had lost her mother . . . but if she lived through this, she still had family. On this side. | payne sister vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| d04f72f | Phury Syndrome--a condition whereupon one brother was so fucked-up that the other fell into a black hole trying to save him. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 18d76c1 | Courage doesn't mean you aren't scared. | J.R. Ward | ||
| b7dd1be | Tohr shrugged. "Assuming he's kept the same ones on, they're a total of five. Three cousins. That porn star Zypher--" Rhage harrumphed at that. Clearly, even though he was now very happily mated, he felt like the race had one, and only one, sex legend--and it was him." | J.R. Ward | ||
| b6b0fa8 | And I'll wash your other clothes. Shall I also order you a new set of leathers?" "Don't-" Wrath shut his mouth. "Sure. That'd be great. And, ah, could you get me some boxers? Black? XXL?" | J.R. Ward | ||
| 7cbd38a | His stare shifted back over to Qhuinn. The guy's huge body was arching into the human woman, his broad shoulders and his tight hips and his long, powerful legs guaranteeing her one hell of a ride. He was amazing at sex. Not that Blay would know firsthand. He'd seen it and he'd heard it...and he'd imagined what it would be like. But when the opportunity had arisen, he'd been relegated to a small, special class: denied. Actually, it was more .. | qhuinn-and-blay blay qhuinn black-dagger-brotherhood | J.R. Ward | |
| 5c02333 | It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 351c2a6 | Wrath what do you say" "Fuck' came the reply "Appropriate word choice, my lord, but not really an answer"." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 6bcc40c | But, when nothing subsists of an old past, after the death of people, after the destruction of things, alone, frailer but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, smell and taste still remain for a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, on the ruin of all the rest, bearing without giving way, on their almost impalpable droplet, the immense edifice of memory. | smell taste | Marcel Proust | |
| cd78c3d | Our desires interweave with one another; and in the confusion of existence, it is seldom that a joy is promptly paired with the desire that longed for it. | Marcel Proust | ||
| dc9d254 | A man is worked upon by what he works on. He may carve out his circumstances, but his circumstances will carve him out as well. | occupation situation lifestyle cause-and-effect condition work-ethic circumstances job trade | Frederick Douglass | |
| 4119c35 | The Homunculi may have started the war, but we were the ones who carried it out. | war guilt | Hiromu Arakawa | |
| ad6e785 | Teachings that do not speak of pain have no meaning...because humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. | Hiromu Arakawa | ||
| a67101e | Our only real pleasure is to squander our resources to no purpose, just as if a wound were bleeding away inside us; we always want to be sure of the uselessness or the ruinousness of our extravagance. | Georges Bataille | ||
| c84c184 | And I don't really have anyone upon whom I want to rain down my wrath," I said, because in truth I didn't. I always felt like you had to be important to have enemies. Example: Historically, Germany has had more enemies than Luxembourg, Margo Roth Spiegelman was Germany. And Great Britain. And the United States. And czarist Russia. Me, I'm Luxembourg. Just sitting around, tending sheep, and yodeling." | John Green | ||
| 81127c2 | Barnacles on the container ship of consciousness. | John Green | ||
| 5d87e06 | My favorite book, by a wide margin, was An Imperial Affliction, but I didn't like to tell people about it. Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you withthis weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read thebook. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that.. | John Green | ||
| 8feb0f0 | There is no try," I said, "There is only do." | John Green | ||
| 73f3af9 | I worked hard to meet his eyes, even though they were the kind of pretty that's hard to look at.. | John Green | ||
| e43da90 | She waited for me to play out the string, to find the place where she had stopped and was waiting for me, to follow the breadcrumb tail until it dead-ended into her. | John Green | ||
| 95e9281 | That brief walk was one of those moments he knew he'd remember and look back on, one of those moments that he'd try to capture in the stories he told. Nothing was happening, really, but the moment was thick with mattering. [p214] | recollection memory | John Green | |
| 7064cb6 | Nature in her green, tranquil woods heals and soothes all affliction,' wrote John Muir. 'Earth hath no sorrows that earth cannot heal.' Now I knew this for what it was: a beguiling but dangerous lie. I was furious with myself and my own conscious certainty that t his was the cure I needed. Hands are for other humans to hold. They should not be reserved exclusively as perches for hawks. And the wild is not a panacea for the human soul; too m.. | nature healing | Helen Macdonald | |
| afa3843 | Best day of my life hasn't happened yet. But I know it. I see it every day. The best day of my life is the day I buy my mom a huge fucking house. And not just like out in the woods, but in the middle of Mountain Brook, with all the Weekday Warriors' parents. With all y'all's parents. And I'm not buying it with a mortgage either. I'm buying it with cash money, and I am driving my mom there, and I'm going to open her side of the car door and .. | John Green | ||
| 1794a95 | I'm Chip Martin," he announced in a deep voice, the voice of a radio deejay. Before I could respond, he added, "I'd shake your hand, but I think you should hold on damn tight to that towel till you can get some clothes on." | John Green | ||
| 1986ad3 | The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rockstar and you think, "They'll remember me now," but (a) they don't remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion." | memories legacy scars | John Green | |
| e9a2c59 | I hated cranberry sauce, but for some reason my mom persisted in her lifelong belief that it was my very favorite food, even though every single Thanksgiving I politely declined to include it on my plate. | favorite-food | John Green | |
| 0b30e97 | He missed that, too, and it hadn't even happened. | John Green | ||
| 0414130 | The whole problem with boys is that ninety-nine percent of them are, like, okay. If you could dress and hygiene them properly, and make them stand up straight and listen to you and not be dumbasses, they'd be totally acceptable. | John Green | ||
| 11483bc | The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness. | John Green | ||
| 1b9f2d8 | Love is not a tragedy or a failure, but a gift. | love | John Green | |
| 44ca3eb | maybe she'd been scared of being paralyzed by fear again. | John Green | ||
| 54b6e9a | i wanted more time so we could fall in love. | John Green |