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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 81939c4 | She had never been a pretty crier. She sobbed the way she did everything else - with passion and excess. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| b3fd97b | Instead of doing the best thing, we sometimes have to settle for the rightest thing. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| c0232ba | But rules only work when everyone plays by them. What happens when someone doesn't, and the fallout bleeds right into his life? Whats stronger- the need to uphold the law, or the motive to turn one's back on it? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| a542272 | Mistakes are something that happen by accident. You didn't walk out the door one morning and fall into some guy's bed. You thought about it, for a while. You made that choice. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| e3c20d6 | How do you tell an adult that maybe everything wrong in the world stems from the fact that she's stopped believing the impossible can happen? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| f9963d8 | And then she thought that you went on living one day after another, and in time you were somebody else, your previous self only like a close relative, a sister or brother, with whom you shared a past. But a different person, a separate life. Certainly neither she nor Inman were the people they had been the last time they were together. And she believed maybe she liked them both better now. | Charles Frazier | ||
| 6aacdf8 | He's a man...and that's no small thing to be. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0b8d176 | I have loved others, and I do love many, Sassenach--but you alone hold all my heart, whole in your hands," he said softly. "And you know that." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6991520 | I only said I felt like God, Sassenach," he murmured. "I never said I was." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 917ce26 | That dog is a wolf, is he not?' 'Aye, well, mostly.' A small flash of hazel told him not to quibble. 'And yet he is thy boon companion, a creature of rare courage and affection, and altogether a worthy being?; 'Oh, aye,' he said with more confidence. 'He is." She gave him an even look. 'Thee is a wolf, too, and I know it. But thee is my wolf, and best thee know that.' He'd started to burn when she spoke, an ignition swift and fierce as the .. | romance shipping | Diana Gabaldon | |
| b34295a | He touched the rough crucifix that lay against his chest and whispered to the moving air, "Lord, that she might be safe, she and my children." Then turned his cheek to her reaching hand and touched her throught the veils of time." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e3814e9 | I know what it felt . . . like when I . . . thought you were dead, and-" A small gasp for breath, and her eyes locked on his. "And I wouldn't do that to you." Her bosom fell and her eyes closed. It was a long moment before he could speak. "Thank ye, Sassenach," he whispered, and held her small, cold hand between his own and watched her breathe until the moon rose." | loss vigil jamie-fraser near-death | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 7ea5882 | I wanted ye from the first I saw ye - but I loved ye when you wept in my arms and let me comfort you, that first time at Leoch. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e107838 | In the South you are ashamed of being a virgin. Boys. Men. They lie about it. Because it means less to women, Father said. He said it was men invented virginity not women. Father said it's like death: only a state in which the others are left and I said, But to believe it doesn't matter and he said, That's what's so sad about anything: not only virginity and I said, Why couldn't it have been me and not her who is unvirgin and he said, That'.. | William Faulkner | ||
| 200a079 | He just thought quietly, 'So this is love. I see, I was wrong about it too', thinking as he had thought before and would think again and as every other man has thought: how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life. [...] 'Perhaps they were right in putting love into books,' he thought quietly. 'Perhaps it could not live anywhere else. | William Faulkner | ||
| f368cbb | Do you know what a pearl is and what an opal is? My soul when you came sauntering to me first through those sweet summer evenings was beautiful but with the pale passionless beauty of a pearl. Your love has passed through me and now I feel my mind something like an opal, that is, full of strange uncertain hues and colours, of warm lights and quick shadows and of broken music. | James Joyce | ||
| 2ec1739 | He asked himself what is a woman standing on the stairs in the shadow, listening to distant music, a symbol of. If he were a painter he would paint her in that attitude. Her blue felt hat would show off the bronze of her hair against the darkness and the dark panels of her skirt would show off the light ones. Distant Music he would call the picture if he were a painter. | James Joyce | ||
| 2af608f | The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived. | James Joyce | ||
| 321e94d | Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. | James Joyce | ||
| c511d3c | Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life. | obituary | James Joyce | |
| 54cfd88 | a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend. | to-think-about | James Joyce | |
| db19342 | And then I explained to him how naive we were, that the world did know and remained silent. And that is why I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| bb78890 | Take what you can use and let the rest go by. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 7f6bbe4 | For remember, that it is altogether your world now. You and all the rest. We have delivered you from evil, but the evil that is inside men is at the last a matter for men to control. The responsibility and the hope and the promise are in your hands-your hands and the hands of all men on this earth. The future can not blame the present, just as the present can not blame the past. The hope is always here, always alive, but only your fierce ca.. | Susan Cooper | ||
| 797bcf5 | Though fallen low God raised her up | god love reedeeming | Francine Rivers | |
| 7a47d33 | Life is too short to be anything but real with the cast of characters God has placed in the story of your life. Love well, laugh often, and find your life in Christ. Don't hide away or be a follower. Be the wonderful unique person God made you to be, and know that your purpose will always be best when defined by your faith in him | faith hope love truth inspirational | Karen Kingsbury | |
| 242732b | Anybody can observe the Sabbath, but making it holy surely takes the rest of the week. | Alice Walker | ||
| de298a5 | But fear is confusing. It tears you in two. Half of you wants to run far, far away, but the other half is paralyzed, frozen, immovable. And the hard part is that you never know which half is going to win. | Melody Carlson | ||
| 98afc33 | It seems, after all that there are no nonpeculiar people. | Saul Bellow | ||
| 84d2cbe | It was Joss Whedon's Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the television series, 1997-2003, not the lackluster movie that preceded it) that blazed the trail for Twilight and the slew of other paranormal romance novels that followed, while also shaping the broader urban fantasy field from the late 1990s onward. Many of you reading this book will be too young to remember when Buffy debuted, so you'll have to trust us when we say that nothing quite like.. | joss-whedon pop-culture twilight vampires | Ellen Datlow & Terri Windling | |
| 3d74068 | I couldn't picture heaven. How could a place be any good at all if it didn't have the things there you enjoyed doing? If there were no comic books, no monster movies, no bikes, and no country roads to ride them on? No swimming pools, no ice cream, no summer, or barbecue on the Fourth of July? No thunderstorms, and front porches on which to sit and watch them coming? Heaven sounded to me like a library that only held books about one certain .. | Robert R. McCammon | ||
| f1bdd1e | Worse even than your maddening song, your silence." -" | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 7acba52 | You are twenty. You are not dead, although you were dead. The girl who died. And was resurrected. Children. Witches. Magic. Symbols. Remember the illogic of the fantasy. The strange tableau in the closet behind the bathroom: the feast, the beast, and the jelly-bean. Recall, remember: please do not die again. Let there be continuity at least - a core of consistency - even if your philosophy must be always a moving dynamic dialectic. The thes.. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| af6f8fc | Ennui Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe, designing futures where nothing will occur: cross the gypsy's palm and yawning she will still predict no perils left to conquer. Jeopardy is jejune now: naive knight finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard of, while blase princesses indict tilts at terror as downright absurd. The beast in Jamesian grove will never jump, compelling hero's dull career to crisis; and when insouciant ange.. | poems | Sylvia Plath | |
| 3d31ba5 | I am made, crudely, for success. | yoel-goldenberg | Sylvia Plath | |
| f4f0e5e | I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn't stir. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 986d851 | shyd ykh rwz ykh nfr | Sylvia Plath | ||
| fc44fab | With me, the present is forever and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand...hopeless from the start. A story, a picture, can renew sensation a little, but not enough, not enough. Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some gi.. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 5f45f85 | Let everyone know, I lived a very happy life. | happy-life | Orhan Pamuk | |
| 5387b38 | When you look into the faces of these quiet creatures who don't know how to tell stories--who are mute, who can't make themselves heard, who fade into the woodwork, who only think of the perfect answer after the fact, after they're back at home, who can never think of a story that anyone else will find interesting--is there not more depth and more meaning in them? You can see every letter of every untold story swimming on their faces, and a.. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 515bc43 | We live but for a short time, we see but very little, and we know almost nothing; so, at least, let's do some dreaming. Have yourself a very good Sunday, my dear readers. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| b56e3b3 | But I think it must be easier for a girl to marry someone she doesn't know, because the more you get to know men, the harder it is to love them. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 9f34617 | I sense a learning: that much dumber people than you end up in charge. | vernon-god-little | D. B. C. Pierre | |
| f00abfe | Duty is what no-one else will do at the moment. | Penelope Fitzgerald |