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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 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 funny sarah-j-maas feyre tamlin lucien | 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 throne-of-glass sarah-j-maas 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 sarahjmaas rhysand retelling | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 6fc8dd6 | If I were useful, you wouldn't know it was me. | Tamora Pierce | ||
| 1fe408b | You'll see. I'm as good as any boy. I'm better. - Kel | Tamora Pierce | ||
| 53bf6f8 | Sadly for my wedding plans, I learned that Nestor is a bardash. I envy the men who enjoy his favors. He has always treated me with friendship which I now value more than my old romantic feelings. | friends homosexuality | Tamora Pierce | |
| 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?" | war slavery good long-run totalitarianism | 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 |