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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bff8a78 | If somebody thinks they're a hedgehog, presumably you just give 'em a mirror and a few pictures of hedgehogs and tell them to sort it out for themselves. | Douglas Adams | ||
| b4a4de7 | Gandalf and Pippin came to Merry's room, and there they found Aragorn standing by the bed. 'Poor old Merry!' cried Pippin, and he ran to the bedside, for it seemed to him that his friend looked worse and a greyness in his face, as if a weight of years and sorrow lay upon him; and suddenly a fear seized Pippin that Merry would die. 'Do not be afraid,' Aragorn said, 'I came in time, and I have called him back. He is weary now, and grieved, a.. | athelas gandalf j-r-r-tolkien lord-of-the-rings meriadoc-brandybuck merry merry-brandybuck peregrin-took pipe pippin pippin-took return-of-the-king riders-of-rohan rohan supper tolkien | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 5475901 | The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and dells; He drank from yet untasted wells; He stooped and looked in Mirrormere, And saw a crown of stars appear, As gems upon a silver thread, Above the shadow of his head. The world was fair, the mountains tall, In Elder Days before the fall Of mighty kings in Nar.. | J. R. R. Tolkien | ||
| 9fad88d | I do not know what is happening. The reason of my waking mind tells me that great evil has befallen and we stand at the end of days. But my heart says nay; and all my limbs are light, and a hope and joy are come to me that no reason can deny. [...] I do not believe that darkness will endure! | hope | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| ac5dfda | My name is growing all the time, and I've lived a very long, long time; so my name is like a story. Real names tell you the story of the things they belong to in my language, in the Old Entish as you might say. It is a lovely language, but it takes a very long time to say anything in it, because we do not say anything in it, unless it is worth taking a long time to say, and to listen to. | language name the-two-towers tolkien | J. R. R. Tolkien | |
| 106eaf1 | Seek for the Sword that was broken In Imladris it dwells; There shall be counsels taken Stronger than Morgul-spells. There shall be shown a token That Doom is near at hand, For Isuldur's Bane shall waken, And the halfling forth shall stand. | victory | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 0dde786 | On their deathbed men will speak true, they say. | deathbed truth | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 2835a5d | That was Thorin's style. He was an important dwarf. If he had been allowed, he would probably have gone on like this until he was out of breath, without telling anyone there anything that was not known already. But he was rudely interrupted. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| b54a380 | Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself,' said Denethor. 'Have I not tasted it now many nights upon my tongue, foreboding that worse lay in the dregs? | cynicism metaphor sadness | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| bd58331 | Man, Sub-creator, the refracted light through whom is splintered from a single White to many hues, and endlessly combined in living shapes that move from mind to mind. Though all the crannies of the world we filled with Elves and Goblins, though we dared to build Gods and their houses out of dark and light, and sowed the seed of dragons, 'twas our right (used or misused). The right has not decayed. We make still by the law in which we're ma.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 34e7687 | We have years to converse with someone, to blurt and rant, to explain our desires and anger and regrets - and oh how we squander those moments. | Jeffery Deaver | ||
| 8e22913 | Who ain't a slave? Tell me that. Well, then, however the old sea-captains may order me about--however they may thump and punch me about, I have the satisfaction of knowing that it is all right; that everybody else is one way or other served in much the same way-- either in a physical or metaphysical point of view, that is; and so the universal thump is passed round, and all hands should rub each other's shoulder-blades, and be content. | Herman Melville | ||
| 83d3466 | Let faith oust fact; let fancy oust memory; I look deep down and do believe. | Herman Melville | ||
| 278946c | It was in their friendship they just wanted to run forever, shadow and shadow. | childhood descriptions friend friends friendship running shadows together | Ray Bradbury | |
| cc9d52f | So in sum, what are we? We are the creatures that know and know too much. That leaves us with such a burden again we have a choice, to laugh or cry. No other animal does either. We do, depending on the season and the need. | love | Ray Bradbury | |
| 6a3fd20 | When rivers flooded, when fire fell from the sky, what a fine place the library was, the many rooms, the books. With luck, no one found you. How could they!--when you were off to Tanganyika in '98, Cairo in 1812, Florence in 1492!? | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 8e1f9e4 | It was September. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 9bd389e | Use your mind to think about things, rather than think of them. You want to be adding value as you think about projects and people, not simply reminding yourself they exist. | gtd value | David Allen | |
| 254fd2c | Intimate, loving, and enduring relationships with our family and close friends will be among the sources of the deepest joy in our lives. | Clayton M. Christensen | ||
| 8757a36 | It is amazing to me, now, how such wild imaginings and philosophies - inspired by a night charged with frights and calamities - made such perfectly good sense to Owen Meany and me, but good friends are nothing to each other if they are not supportive. | John Irving | ||
| c6bfde6 | Bookish people, who are often maladroit people, persist in thinking they can master any subtlety so long as it's been shaped into acceptable expository prose. | books readers reading subtlety | Carol Shields | |
| afcdc37 | there was a reason why there was only a single stairway to heaven, but an entire highway to hell. | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| a020bba | If Rosie's mother had known that eye colour was not a reliable indicator of paternity, and organised a DNA test to confirm her suspicions, there would have been no Father Project, no Great Cocktail Night, no New York Adventure, no Reform Don Project--and no Rosie Project. Had it not been for this unscheduled series of events, her daughter and I would not have fallen in love. And I would still be eating lobster every Tuesday night. Incredibl.. | Graeme Simsion | ||
| c5a9059 | We'll meet you here. Hopefully everyone will be in human form." A wry smile. "Though I'll warn you, he's not a whole lot more pleasant that way. At least as a wolf, he can't talk." | derek-rydall funny | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 4dc95af | He stood and inhaled, then walked a few more feet, stooped, and prodded a chunk of rabbit fur. "I'm definitely thinking something with more body parts," I said. "Like a head." He gave a snort of a laugh. "It's probably around here somewhere, but I suppose you want the parts attached, too." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 51caf98 | And unless I'm remembering it wrong, mermaids don't sing and sirens don't swim." "Ariel sang in 'The Little Mermaid'," Corey said. Sam came over to join us. "Do I even want to know why you remember her name?" | kelley-armstrong maya sam the-calling the-little-mermaid | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 3691ec9 | One should never regret one's excesses, only one's failures of nerve. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| cd361f2 | I can't always be Lois Lane," I insisted. "I want to be Superman, too." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 49b1f61 | It Will Be As If I Never Existed | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| aa29721 | Out of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 0b8d392 | If you don't send Edward out, we're coming in after him! (Emmett) | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 4c798a0 | The temporal immortality of the soul of man, that is to say, its eternal survival also after death, is not only in no way guaranteed, but this assumption in the first place will not do for us what we always tried to make it do. Is a riddle solved by the fact that I survive forever? Is this eternal life not as enigmatic as our present one? The solution of the riddle of life in space and time lies space and time. | Ludwig Wittgenstein | ||
| 0c84032 | What do I know about God and the purpose of life? I know that this world exists. That I am placed in it like my eye in its visual field. That something about it is problematic, which we call its meaning. This meaning does not lie in it but outside of it. That life is the world. That my will penetrates the world. That my will is good or evil. Therefore that good and evil are somehow connected with the meaning of the world.The meaning.. | Ludwig Wittgenstein | ||
| e28166a | I didn't know what to think, but what I felt was magnetic and so big it ached like the moon had entered my chest and filled it up. The only think I could compare it to was the feeling I got one time when I walked from the peach stand and saw the sun spreading across the late afternoon, setting the top of the orchard on fire while darkness collected underneath. Silence had hovered over my head, beauty multiplying in the air, the trees so tra.. | feelings nature | Sue Monk Kidd | |
| a22ee2e | How could I choose someone who would force me to give up my own small reach for meaning? I chose myself, and without consolation. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 0e5ff32 | I'll write this all down for you," I said. "I'll put it in a story." I don't know if that's what he wanted to ask me, but it's something everybody wants--for someone to see the hurt done to them and set it down like it matters." | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 3b5c536 | At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles around the room, making that propeller sound, a high-pitched zzzzzz that hummed along my skin. I watched their wings shining like bits of chrome in the dark and felt the longing build in my chest. The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 44f3e0b | I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in. | krapp moments play relationship | Samuel Beckett | |
| 0bc0683 | Looking at the tree) Pity we haven't got a bit of rope. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 044e508 | You lean back against the door with bowed head making ready to set out. By the time you open your eyes your feet have disappeared and the skirt of your great coat come to rest on the surface of the snow. The dark scene seems lit from below. You see yourself at the last outset leaning against the door with closed eyes waiting for the word from you to go. To be gone.Then the snowlit scene. You lie in the dark with closed eyes and see yourself.. | samuel-beckett | Samuel Beckett | |
| 19af1fe | Clov: If I don't kill the rat, he'll die. Hamm: That's right. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 0f86259 | We all are weak, in one way or another. It does not matter the species. Some times that weakness is a strength in dusguise. Sometimes it is our utter undoing. Some times it is both. A wise man seeks to find a lesson from it. A fool lets it control and destroy him. And sometimes the wise man is the fool. | Christie Golden | ||
| 1004f71 | JERRY: Look at the way you're looking at me. I can't wait for you. I'm bowled over, I'm totally knocked out, you dazzle me, you jewel, my jewel, I can't ever sleep again, no, listen, it's the truth, I won't walk, I'll be a cripple, I'll descend, I'll diminish, into total paralysis, my life is in your hands, that's what you're banishing me to, a state of catatonia, do you know the state of catatonia? do you? do you? the state of...where the .. | Harold Pinter | ||
| 93d16f8 | There is no worse flaw in man's character than that of wanting to belong. | David Adams Richards |