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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bf60582 | Open-plan offices have been found to reduce productivity and impair memory. They're associated with high staff turnover. They make people sick, hostile, unmotivated, and insecure. | work | Susan Cain | |
| 6b7b90e | it makes sense that introverts are uniquely good at leading intiative-takers. Because of their inclination to listen to others and lack of interest in dominating social situations, introverts are more likely to hear and implement suggestions. Having benefited from the talents of their followers, they are then likely to motivate them to be even more proactive. Introverted leaders create a virtious circle of proactivity. | Susan Cain | ||
| abd73a4 | true self-esteem comes from competence, not the other way around. | Susan Cain | ||
| d09450f | In the early ages of the world, according to the scripture chronology, there were no kings; the consequence of which was there were no wars; it is the pride of kings which throws mankind into confusion. | Thomas Paine | ||
| 309d56c | Forget your voice, sing! Forget your feet, dance! | awareness awareness-quotes be become beloved conscious consciousness consciousness-quotes dance enjoy feet forget hafez hafiz harmony inspirational kamand kamand-kojouri khayyam kojouri let-go letting-go-quotes life live living-in-the-now love lover moment music present rumi saadi sing song spiritual spirituality sufi surrender voice yourself | Kamand Kojouri | |
| f360e5f | A lame creature, a cripple like myself, has no right to love. How should I, broken, shattered being that I am, be anything but a burden to you, when to myself I am an object of disgust, of loathing. A creature such as I, I know, has no right to love, and certainly no right to be loved. It is for such a creature to creep away into a corner and die and cease to make other people's lives a burden with her presence. | burden cease creature creep cripple die disgust hide lame loathing love right shattered | Stefan Zweig | |
| 5e4701d | We're all cliches, all following scripts that have been written and played out long before we landed the role. | meditative | Jonathan Tropper | |
| e3139d3 | Whatever the opposite of a plan is, that's what I've got. | Jonathan Tropper | ||
| 029e15f | You can't plan for everything or you never get started in the first place. | getting-started planning | Jim Butcher | |
| a421bd3 | But I am dead certain--ba-dump-bump-ching--that I'm the first guy to lead an army of spirits in an assault from the spirit-world side...and had them start off screaming, "BOO!" | Jim Butcher | ||
| 198b0bf | I'd had a key to the marina's locks at one time, but I'd lost track of it when I got shot, drowned, died, got revived into a coma, haunted my friends for a while, and then woke up in Mab's bed. (My life. Hell's bells.) | harry-dresden humor | Jim Butcher | |
| 35de7f5 | Michael half-smiled. "The Lord will never give you a burden bigger than your shoulders can bear, Harry. All we can do is face what comes and have faith." I gave him a sour glance. "I need to get myself some bigger shoulders, then. Someone in accounting must have made a mistake." | harry-dresden | Jim Butcher | |
| 9482bef | Uh, the Council," I said. "Big shock, they aren't helping." Murphy looked like she might be asleep, but she snorted. "So we're on our own." Yeah." Good. It's more familiar." | humor karrin-murphy | Jim Butcher | |
| f38d5b9 | He whom the gods love dies young. | books dark gavriel holly-black literature paranormal paranormal-romance romance tana-bach the-coldest-girl-in-coldtown vampires ya | Menander | |
| df9e8e4 | Cardan's gaze catches mine, and I can't help the evil smile that pulls up the corners of my mouth. His eyes are bright as coals, his hatred a living thing, shimmering in the air between us like the air above black rocks on a blazing summer day. | Holly Black | ||
| 69a462a | My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin. | Holly Black | ||
| 9e68fc3 | I swear to fucking God, I will spray you again, | Holly Black | ||
| 031cb52 | So, what did you think of the Unseelie Court?" A slow, wicked smile spread on his face. "Oh, Kaye," he breathed. "It was marvelous. It was perfect." She narrowed her gaze. "I was joking. They were killing things, Corny. For fun. Things like us." He didn't seem to hear her, his eyes looking past her to the bright window. "There was this knight, not yours. He ... " Corny shivered and seemed to abruptly change the direction of his sentence. "H.. | Holly Black | ||
| ba821f0 | Life is like a fruit basket. You can eat some of it or wast it and throw some of it out. Only you can chose on wat to do with that fruit basket. | Takaya Natsuki | ||
| bf6ebcc | Marion fought back the urge to shove the candle in his face and did her best to broaden her smile... | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| 1330d88 | What the hell is this? Station after station, talk, talk, talk about the devil and the liberal democrats, what??? They still looking for communists? I dont believe this shit. Give me an amen and thank you jesus...whats with these people? This whole world is one big trailer park. They hate everybody. If theyre not hanging 'gays' they are hanging 'feminists', oh thank god for an 'off' button. Krist, my heart is pounding. Where am I? This cant.. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| 8fd7cc6 | They luxuriated in the feeling of deep and all pervading satisfaction, a feeling of knowing absolutely that all was well with the world...Not only were all things possible, but all things were theirs. | feelings life life-lessons love perfection psychological satisfaction | Hubert Selby Jr. | |
| 39a5264 | and yet there was not a definable thought in his mind. Only a terrifying effort to get from one side of a match box to another. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| 881cad9 | Doctor doctor, what do you say, lets put the id back in yid | jewish | Philip Roth | |
| d1cec2c | The wood...taught us about survival, about overcoming difficulty, about prevailing over adversity, but it also taught us something about the underlying reason for surviving in the first place. Something about infinite beauty, about undying grace, about things larger and greater than ourselves. About the reasons we were all here. | Daniel James Brown | ||
| 552a86a | Such excess of passion is quite out of fashion | Edward Gorey | ||
| e9f9ac9 | But love, honest love, requires empathy. It is a sharing--of joy, of pain, of laughter, and of tears. Honest love makes one's soul a reflection of the partner's moods. And as a room seems larger when it is lined with mirrors, so do the joys become amplified. And as the individual items within the mirrored room seem less acute, so does pain diminish and fade, stretched thin by the sharing. That is the beauty of love, whether in passion or fr.. | the-silent-blade | R.A. Salvatore | |
| 3396a1e | We live and learn, or, perhaps more importantly we learn and live. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| fa35fdc | Well,----me," he said. "A----ing wizard. I hate----ing wizards!" "You shouldn't----them, then," muttered one of his henchmen, effortlessly pronouncing a row of dashes." | Terry Pratchett | ||
| ec5ab8d | He's probably their battle poet, too." "You mean he makes up heroic songs about famous battles?" "No, no. He recites poems that frighten the enemy....When a well-trained gonnagle starts to recite, the enemy's ears explode." | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 470c7f6 | Creators aren't gods. They make places, which is quite hard. It's men that make gods. This explains a lot. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 0c76b95 | Well, you know Esme. She wasn't one for that kind of thing - never one to push herself forward* * She hadn't ever needed to. Granny Weatherwax was like the prow of a ship. Seas parted when she turned up. | granny-weatherwax | Terry Pratchett | |
| c35ee26 | Don't try the paranormal until you know what's normal. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 86789eb | Carpe Jugulum," read Agnes aloud. "That's... well, Carpe Diem is 'Sieze the Day,' so this means-" "Go for the throat" | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 913c453 | I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, he said, BUT I COULD MURDER A CURRY. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| f6b5813 | And our lady friend, she thinks life works like a fairy tale.' Well, that's harmless, isn't it?' Yeah, but in fairy tales, when someone dies... it's just a word. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| ab5d68d | Dedication: My thanks to the people who showed me that opera was stranger than I could imagine. I can best repay their kindness by not mentioning their names here. | humor opera | Terry Pratchett | |
| 3b18181 | But...but you can't treat religion as a sort of buffet, can you? I mean, you can't say yes please, I'll have some of the Celestial Paradise and a helping of the Divine Plan but go easy on the kneeling and none of the Prohibition of Images, they give me wind. Its table d'hote or nothing, otherwise...well, it would be silly. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| dd4b26e | War, Nobby. Huh! What is it good for?" he said. "Dunno, Sarge. Freeing slaves, maybe?" "Absol--well, okay." "Defending yourself against a totalitarian aggressor?" "All right, I'll grant you that, but--" "Saving civilization from a horde of--" "It doesn't do any good in the long run is what I'm saying, Nobby, if you'd listen for five seconds together," said Fred Colon sharply. "Yeah, but in the long run, what does, Sarge?" | good long-run slavery totalitarianism war | Terry Pratchett | |
| 73c31f9 | Probably the last sound heard before the Universe folded up like a paper hat would be someone saying, "What happens if I do this?" | Terry Pratchett | ||
| fe20967 | WHERE'S MY COW? ARE YOU MY COW? | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 1d9921f | They avoided one another's faces, for fear of what they might see mirrored there. Each man thought: one of the others is bound to say something soon, some protest, and then I'll murmur agreement, not actually anything, I'm not stupid as that, but definitely murmur very firmly, so that the others will be in no doubt that I thoroughly disapprove, because at a time like this it behooves all decent men to nearly stand up and be almost heard.... | Terry Pratchett | ||
| fd74525 | Just being visible is my biggest confession, so they try to set me at ease by revealing our equality, by dragging out their own less-apparent deformities. | Katherine Dunn | ||
| e933dd3 | Then he dreamed that he was in the open door of a plane several thousand feet above the earth and he had to jump holding a baby in his arms. It was his baby. He jumped, pulled the rip cord on the parachute, and it didn't open. The emergency release didn't work. He was falling fast. The wind tore at him fiercely. He was gripping the baby as tightly as he could but the wind pried under his arms, strained at his muscles, and suddenly the baby .. | death dreams | Katherine Dunn |