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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 830e1d2 | I'm also staring at the fortune cookie. Its got a lot of blood on it and I shrug and say, as jovially as I can, "Oh, you know me." | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 5c47124 | How do I know you're not crazy?" she asks. "How do I know you're not the craziest dude I've ever met?" "You'll have to test me out." "You have my info," she says. "I'll think about it." "Rain," I say. "That's not your real name." "Does it matter?" "Well, it makes me wonder what else isn't real." "That's because you're a writer," she says. "That's because you make things up for a living." "And?" "And"-- she shrugs--"I've noticed that.. | lies reality sanity socializing truth writing | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| c3c1b26 | I am a ghost to this man, I'm thinking. I am something unreal, something not quite tangible, yet still an obstacle of sorts and he nods, gets back on the phone, resumes speaking in a dialect totally alien to me. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 441f0cc | Hello, Halberstam," Owen says, walking by. Hello, Owen," I say, admiring the way he's styled and slicked back his hair, with a part so even and sharp it... devastates me and I make a mental note to ask him where he purchases his hair-care products, which kind of mousse he uses, my final guesses after mulling over the possibilities being Ten-X." -- | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| fd48c87 | Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all. | self | Hermann Hesse | |
| 203ce85 | He thought the fear of death was perhaps the root of all art, perhaps also of all things of the mind. We fear death, we shudder at life's instability, we grieve to see the flowers wilt again and again, and the leaves fall, and in our hearts we know that we, too, as transitory and will soon disappear. When artists create pictures and thinkers search for laws and formulate thoughts, it is in order to salvage something from the great dance of .. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 5f9e885 | Manhood is patience. Mastery is nine times patience. | mastery patience | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 273745c | What she had begun to learn was the weight of liberty. Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| d1e13ba | Would you really like to live in a society where you have no responsibility and no freedom, no choice, only the false option of obedience to the law, or disobedience followed by punishment? Would you really want to go live in a prison? | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| f0642a3 | When he found that the administrators were upset, he laughed. "Do they expect students not to be anarchists?" he said. "What else can the young be? When you are on the bottom, you must organize from the bottom up" | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 6cdd55d | If Feyre can't be bothered to listen to orders, then I can't be held accountable for the consequences." "Accountable?" I sputtered, placing my hands flat on the table. "You cornered me in the hall like a wolf with a rabbit!" Lucien propped an arm on the table and covered his mouth with has hand, his russet eye bright. | faith feyre funny lucien sarah-j-maas tamlin | Sarah J Maas | |
| 31f29eb | A moment of kindness. From a young woman who ended lives to a young woman who saved them. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 4daeb3b | Mikhail truly liked Ansel-that much was obvious. he always found excuses to touch her, always smiled at her, always looked at her as if she were the only person in the room. Celeana sloshed her wine around in her glass. If she were being honest, sometimes she thought Sam looked at her that way. But then he'd go and say something absurd, or try to undermine her, and she'd chide herself for even thinking about him. Her stomach tightened. What.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f62979e | What's this?" Amarantha said, her voice lilting despite the adder's smile she gave me . . . "Just a human thing I found downstairs," the Attor hissed, and a forked tongue darted out between his razor-sharp teeth." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 5b8e233 | She yawned, and Rowan rubbed his eyes, his other hand still in hers. But he didn't let go. And when she awoke before dawn, warm and safe and rested, Rowan was still holding her hand, clasped to his chest. Something molten rushed through her, pouring over every crack and fracture still left gaping and open. Not to hurt or mar--but to weld. To forge. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 5a2eb65 | You let Amarantha and the entire world think you rule and delight in a Court of Nightmares. It's all a front - to keep what matters most safe." The city lights gilded in his face. "I love my people, and my family. Do not think I wouldn't become a monster to keep them protected." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ac99077 | So Rhys went against orders, and marched in his whole legion to get Myriam out. For his friend, for my lover- and for that bastard Drakon's sake. Rhys sacrificed his legion in the process, got all of them captured and tortured afterward. Yet everyone insists Rhysand is soulless, wicked. But the male I knew was the most decent of them all. Better than that prick-prince. You don't lose that quality, no matter the centuries, and Rhys was too s.. | jurian rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ab42c50 | I hope you found peace, my brother. And in the Afterworld, I hope you find her again. | rowan-whitethorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| fb1e999 | Elide immediately shrugged out of Lorcan's grip. Aelin and Aedion had stopped ahead, waiting for her. Smiling faintly--welcomingly. So Elide headed for them, her court, and did not look back. | pg546 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 5bff7ed | No fear in her eyes - in her pretty, mortal face. None It'd be more trouble than it was worth. | manon | Sarah J. Maas | |
| a4ba755 | Alis's lips thinned, but she said, "The next time that fool Lucien gives you advice on how to trap the Suriel, you come to me. Dead chickens, my sagging ass. All you needed to do was offer it a new robe, and it would have groveled at your feet." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 47bb097 | Aelin wiped her hands. "Well, that's over and done with," she announced, and strode to the desk and map. "Shall we discuss where you all plan to march once we beat the living shit out of this army?" | koa sarah-j-maas throne-of-glass tog | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ff4b1c2 | He scanned the skies beyond her for the Thirteen, for Asterin Blackbeak, undoubtedly roaring her victory to the stars. Manon said quietly, "You will not find them. In this sky, or any other." His heart strained as he understood. As the loss of those twelve fierce, brilliant lives carved another hole within him. One he would not forget, one he would honor. Silently, he crossed the balcony. Manon did not back away as he slid his arms around h.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| c7164b9 | What about Ianthe--and Jurian?" Rhysand's powerful chest heaved beneath my hand as he blew out a breath. "Reports are murky on both. Jurian, it seems, has returned to the hand that feeds him. Ianthe ..." Rhys lifted his brows. "I assume her hand is courtesy of you, and not the commanders." "She fell," I said sweetly. "Must have been some fall," he mused, a dark smile dancing on those lips as he drifted even closer," | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 4bc0ade | I know you can look after yourself. But I worry because I care. Gods help me, I know I shouldn't, but I do. So I will always tell you to be careful, because I will always care what happens. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 8794f9c | His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, off-setting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, even in the firelight. | brutally-beautiful retelling rhysand sarahjmaas | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 5dcf22a | wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate | e e cummings | ||
| 36361c6 | Nu crezi dumneata in iubire? Nu te atrage iubirea?... - Ba da, ma atrage... Poate ca e singurul rost al unei vieti marginite, comune, cum e viata noastra. Si-mi place... dar stiu ca nu dureaza... ca nu corespunde unei realitati... Imi place mult sa privesc o noapte cu luna... si uneori stau vreme indelungata la fereastra mea, privind, dar stiu bine ca luna e altceva decat ceea ce pare... Nu intind mana s-o prind... E mult si ceea ce da, far.. | Camil Petrescu | ||
| 949479e | Ma leg pe tine, pamantule, ca eu voi fi a lui Allan, si a nimanui altuia. Voi creste din el ca iarba din tine. Si cum astepti tu ploaia, asa ii voi astepta eu venirea, si cum iti sunt tie razele, asa va fi trupul lui mie. Ma leg in fata ta ca unirea noastra va rodi, caci mi-e drag cu voia mea, si tot raul, daca va fi, sa nu cada asupra lui, ci asupra-mi, caci eu l-am ales. Tu ma auzi, mama pamant, tu nu ma minti, maica mea. Daca ma simti ap.. | Mircea Eliade | ||
| 7237662 | Then we are living in a place abandoned by God," I said, disheartened. "Have you found any places where God would have felt at home?" William asked me, looking down from his great height." | profound thought-provoking | Umberto Eco | |
| d478cb5 | All of us, I suppose, like to believe that in a moral emergency we will behave like the heroes of our youth, bravely and forthrightly, without thought of personal loss or discredit. Certainly that was my conviction back in the summer of 1968. Tim O'Brien: a secret hero. The Lone Ranger. If the stakes ever became high enough--if the evil were evil enough, if the good were good enough--I would simply tap a secret reservoir of courage that had.. | cowardice | Tim O'Brien | |
| f61b067 | We don't really believe in mowing the lawn; we do it only to avoid unnecessary engagement with the neighbors. | Miranda July | ||
| 30bfcbe | Colin : "Perhaps now is the time to tell you that I have a weakness for agreeable women." Sugar Beth : "Well, that sure does leave me out." Colin : "Exactly. With agreeable women, I'm unendingly considerate. Gallant even." Sugar Beth : "But with tarts like me, the gloves are off, is that it?" Colin : "I wouldn't exactly call you a tart. But then, I tend to be broad-minded." She suppressed the urge to dump her porridge in his lap." | susan-elizabeth-phillips | Susan Elizabeth Phillips | |
| 6cf2f76 | The Drake farmhouse was like the chimpanzee enclosure at the zoo when feeding time was late. You know, if all the chimpanzees were undead. And insane. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| ef3cc6b | He kissed me as if we had all the time in the world, as if it weren't cold outside, as if winter weren't coming, or the dawn, or any of the dangers that waited for us outside this field. I kissed him back as if he were right, as if there were only the two of us, as if the only worry we had were my curfew. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| cb4c024 | With her long dark hair and green eyes, she was pretty as a doll. You know, the kind of doll that came to life at night to kill monsters. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| 534ddf5 | My brothers are idiots. Anyone can see that under the scars and the attitude, Isabeau is more fragile than she looks. And as a reclusive Hound princess, her first introduction to the royal family shouldn't be a dose of Hypnos and four idiots gawking at her. If I'd managed not to gawk, they sure as hell could have. She was beautiful, fierce, and utterly unlike anyone I'd ever known. It was really hard not to gawk. Much better to pace outside.. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| 92f7996 | There, in the tin factory, in the first moment of the atomic age, a human being was crushed by books. | books death hiroshima japan ways-to-die world-war-ii wwii | John Hersey | |
| 9bb36f4 | The worse they are the more they see beauty in each other. | behavior people | Alan Hollinghurst | |
| 03e83ec | The essence of wisdom is to know when to be doing, and when it's useless even to try | arthurian-saga fantasy mary-stewart merlin the-last-enchantment wisdom | Mary Stewart | |
| 538a03c | Is it crazy right now to say I love you?" She didn't even pause. "Given that I just stabbed you? Seems a little weird, yeah." | Rachel Caine | ||
| 0d8f57f | You never heard ofplugging her in ? My God, Myrnin, you made a vampire computer? | Rachel Caine | ||
| 5a3bd2c | You couldn't be romantic if your life depended on it." "You know what's lucky? Most bad guys don't ask you to be romantic on command, so that probably won't matter." | funny shane-collins | Rachel Caine | |
| 9f100fe | The ringtone was a dead giveaway, emphasis on dead . . . creepy organ music. She didn't even have to glance at the image of fanged bunny slippers on the screen to know who was calling. She just sighed, thumbed it on, and held it to her ear. "Claire! I need you here immediately. Something's wrong with Bob." Myrnin, her mad-scientist, blood-addicted boss, sounded actually shaken. "I can't get him to eat his insects, and I used his favorites. .. | Rachel Caine-Last Breath |