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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 385cf3b | Holy green guacamole! (Selena) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| b60a4c0 | Derek said Andrew never went to bed before midnight. If we wanted to get him after he was sound asleep, that meant waiting until two. To my surprise, I fell asleep, so soundly that i didn't hear the alarm on the watch Derek had given me earlier. I woke to Tori shaking me with one hand, while trying to shut off the alarm with the other. I yawned and blinked hard. "Running away after you've barley slept in a week isn't a great idea," she said.. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| b00a288 | Stuffing people into boxes is for those who have issues about their own box. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| a3c835e | So consider your options, make your choice and call me home. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 216700a | Any woman can weep without tears," she answered over her shoulder, "and most can heal with their hands. It depends on the wound. She is a woman, Your Highness, and that's riddle enough" | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 7ed5e87 | It had soaked in on him at last, the spot he was in. Soaked clear through a quart of booze until it hit him where he lived and rubbed the place raw. | Jim Thompson | ||
| 3d2ecb6 | Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. | Jim Thompson | ||
| 4a793e8 | what else is there to do but laugh and joke...how else can you bear up under the unbearable? | Jim Thompson | ||
| 2cefb95 | Bella." He strocked my face anxiously. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right here as long as you need me." "Do you swear you won't leave me?" I whispered. I tried to control the gasping, at least. My ribs were throbbing. He put his hands on either side of my face and brought his face close to mine. His eyes were wide and serious. "I swear." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 48c0dd2 | I always needed that extra fantasy world. I had to have another world I could be in at the same time. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 46c9c03 | All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings of a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was - my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self - disconnected from me in that second - snip, snip, snip - and floated up into space. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 5e38600 | Do you have a multiple personality disorder? | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| ce34e47 | I felt like - like I don't know what. Like this wasn't real. Like I was in some Goth version of a bad sitcom. Instead of being the A/V dweeb about to ask the head cheerleader to the prom, I was the finished-second-place werewolf about to ask the vampire's wife to shack up and procreate. Nice. - Jacob | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 9efb8b9 | Spider-Man is such a whiny loser. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 7763094 | It's not what you are. It's what you do. | jacob-black | Stephenie Meyer | |
| a052dcf | Edward and I had not had a last grand scene of farewell, nor did I plan one. To speak the word was to make it final. It would be the same as typing the words The End on the last page of a manuscript. So we did not say our goodbyes, and we stayed very close to each other, always touching. Whatever end found us, it would not find us separated. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 541e8d8 | We write to taste life twice," Anais Nin wrote, "in the moment and in retrospection." | Sue Monk Kidd & Ann Kidd Taylor | ||
| 2b6b832 | Everybody needs a seashell in her bathroom to remind her the ocean is her home. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 1448a05 | Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed....To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 4df00a6 | There is no escape from the hours and the days. Neither from tomorrow nor from yesterday, because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us... We are not merely more weary because of yesterday, we are other, no longer what we were before the calamity of yesterday | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 1444b63 | Not one person in a hundred knows how to be silent and listen, no, nor even to conceive what such a thing means. Yet only then can you detect, beyond the fatuous clamour, the silence of which the universe is made. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 5ebe86f | But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| b160153 | I am still alive then. That may come in useful. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 2091054 | I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there is not this pang, this pathos, this fatality which clings to love. Friendship never has that doomed look. Why, what is the matter? I have not stopped loving you, but because I cannot go on kissing your dim dear face, we must part, we must part. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 11ea5f7 | My task which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feel -- it is, before all, to make you see. That -- and no more, and it is everything. If I succeed, you shall find there according to your deserts: encouragement, consolation, fear, charm -- all you demand; and, perhaps, also that glimpse of truth for which you have forgotten to ask. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| 4078381 | What's so wrong with effort, anyway? It means you care. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 0beff48 | I wish there was a song called "Nguyen and Ari," a little ditty about a hardworking Vietnamese girl who helps her parents withthe franchised Holiday Inn they run, and does homework in thelobby, and Ari, a hardworking Jewish boy who does volunteerwork at his grandmother's old-age home, and they meet afterschool at Princeton Review. They help each other study for theSATs and different AP courses, and then, after months of study-ing, and mount.. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| cf7c1f6 | Who indeed knows the secret of the earthly pilgrimage? Who indeed knows why there can be comfort in a world of desolation? Now God be thanked that there is a beloved one who can lift up the heart in suffering, that one can play with a child in the face of such misery. Now God be thanked that the name of a hill is such music, that the name of a river can heal. Aye, even the name of a river that runs no more. Who indeed knows the secret of th.. | Alan Paton | ||
| 3e4308e | They crossed before the sun and vanished one by one and reappeared again and they were black in the sun and they rode out of that vanished sea like burnt phantoms with the legs of the animals kicking up the spume that was not real and they were lost in the sun and lost in the lake and they shimmered and slurred together and separated again and they were augmented by planes in lurid avatars and began to coalesce and there began to appear abo.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 6ec08c7 | Mr. Suttree it is our understanding that at curfew rightly decreed by law and in that hour wherein night draws to its proper close and the new day commences and contrary to conduct befitting a person of your station you betook yourself to various low places within the shire of McAnally and there did squander several ensuing years in the company of thieves, derelicts, miscreants, pariahs, poltroons, spalpeens, curmudgeons, clotpolls, murdere.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 7e95728 | Put. That coffee. Down. Coffee's for closers only. | David Mamet | ||
| 219f434 | I had been chipping at the world idly, and had by accident uncovered vast and labyrinthine further worlds within it. | Annie Dillard | ||
| 1ea3283 | I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you. Then even death, where you're going no matter how you live, cannot you part. | essays humor inspirational nature-writing weasels | Annie Dillard | |
| c829f0f | You don't want to spend your time around people who make you hold your breath. You can't fill up when you're holding your breath. And writing is about filling up, filling up when you are empty, letting images and ideas and smells run down like water - just as writing is also about dealing with the emptiness. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 2d220f8 | Or you might shout at the top of your lungs or whisper into your sleeve, "I hate you, God." That is a prayer too, because it is real, it is truth, and maybe it is the first sincere thought you've had in months." | prayer truth | Anne Lamott | |
| 74efa88 | One secret of life is that the reason life works at all is that not everyone in your tribe is nuts on the same day. Another secret is that laughter is carbonated holiness | insanity madness nuts sanity tribe | Anne Lamott | |
| e45da90 | But I don't have anything left inside of me to figure out where I fit in or what I want. If I want anything, it's to know what's possible to want. | Amy Tan | ||
| 5ca0d9e | A Boat O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival and he started crying when he saw the Ferris wheel. Electric green and red tears flowed down his furry cheeks. He looked like a boat | carnival ferris-wheel forest werewolf wolf | Richard Brautigan | |
| 06e9c2a | When you realize someone is trying to hurt you, it hurts less." "Unless you love them." -- | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| d6efb10 | There's always time for arguin' when you're a Fuentes. | humour romance young-adult-fiction young-adult-romance | Simone Elkeles | |
| 0b0035c | Is that your cheap way of telling me you want to kiss me?" He looks into my eyes, his dark gaze capturing mine. " , I always want to kiss you." | young-adult-fiction young-adult-romance | Simone Elkeles | |
| 84acc77 | A cell phone rings. I can feel the vibration through Brittany's pants. "It's hers," I say. "Answer it," Isa Instructs. I already feel like I've kidnapped the girl. Now I'm gonna answer her cell? Shit. Rolling her a bit, I feel for the bulge in her back pocket. "Contesta," Isa whispers loudly, this time in Spanish. "I am," I hiss, my fingers clumsy as I fumble for the phone. "I'll do it," Paco says, leaning over the seats and reaching towa.. | drunk-and-passed-out-brittany isabel paco | Simone Elkeles | |
| 337ecd5 | The world is full of love stories, and all lovers are in a sense the avatars of their predecessors. | lovers | Salman Rushdie | |
| e0caa9c | The inevitable triumph of illusion over reality that was the single most obvious truth about the history of the human race. | Salman Rushdie |