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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2c1fb3d | Far away, I could hear them lapping up my brains. Like Macbeth's witches, the three lithe cats surrounded my broken head, slurping up that thick soup inside. The tips of their rough tongues licked the soft folds of my mind. And with each lick my consciousness flickered like a flame and faded away. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 06f8397 | I sometimes think that people's hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what's at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while. Its only confusing if you believe it has to make sense. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 46acffe | Still, in the end, we all die just the same. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| b4bc49d | True love. Is it normal is it serious, is it practical? What does the world get from two people who exist in a world of their own? | Wisława Szymborska | ||
| acfbb90 | Well it's all right to cry. It helps a great deal sometimes... | Julie Andrews Edwards | ||
| 323e4e6 | After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly? | Kim Edwards | ||
| 9b90c36 | Normal: lacking in taste, compassion, understanding, kindness, and ordinary human decency. | Frank Portman | ||
| 586ed31 | When asked about what they regret most in the last six months, people tend to identify actions that didn't meet expectations. But when asked about what they regret most when they look back on their lives as a whole, people tend to identify failures to act. | Barry Schwartz | ||
| 5058e19 | I wonder if my watching him from the armchair is what it's like to be God, if there is a God. He sits back and sees the big picture, just as I could see that if the bluebottle just moved up a few inches, he'd be free. He wasn't really trapped at all, he was just looking in the wrong place. I wondered if God could see a way out for me and Mum. If I can see the open window for the bluebottle, maybe God can see the tomorrows for me and Mum. Th.. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| d135fda | So I left my wonderfully intelligent family and soaked myself in the bath and considered drowning myself. Then I remembered I still had chocolate cake left over from yesterday so I came back up for air. Some things are worth living for. | ruby | Cecelia Ahern | |
| 5aa03ad | Love was one of those feelings that you could never control. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 4eaade7 | At moments when life is at its worst there are two things that you can do: 1. Breakdown, lose hope and refuse to go on while lying on the facedown on the ground banging your fist and kicking your legs. 2. Laugh | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| abe350f | Dreams should make you think, 'If I had the guts to do it and I didn't care what anybody thought, this I what I'd really do'. | do dreams lesson life time | Cecelia Ahern | |
| 984a586 | I love it here in Boston and I love studying medicine. But it's not home. Dublin is home. Being back with you felt like home. I miss my best friend. I've met some great guys here, but I didn't grow up with any of them playing cops and robbers in my back garden. I don't feel like they are real friends. I haven't kicked them in the shins, stayed up all night on Santa watch with them, hung from trees pretending to be monkeys, played hotel, or .. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| b36ffaa | For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love. | memories music relationships romance | Jodi Picoult | |
| 8fde856 | I can't do this to you,' he said, drawing back. Emily put her hand on his and pulled the gun to her temple. 'Then do it for me,' she said. | death emily-gold love suicide | Jodi Picoult | |
| 358cf73 | There's a] point where you have to leave the dough alone. It's silly to anthropomorphize bread, but I love the fact that it needs to sit quietly, to retreat from touch and noise and drama, in order to evolve. I have to admit, I often feel that way myself. | evolution food humor jodi-picoult peace quietness reflection truth | Jodi Picoult | |
| c232daa | Men don't traipse. We... Swagger | Jodi Picoult | ||
| fe2bfd1 | Nobody, who looks at a shard of flint lying beneath a rock ledge, or who finds a splintered log by the side of the road would ever find magic in their solitude. But in the right circumstances, if you bring them together, you can start a fire that consumes the world. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 61c7a78 | Each memory is like a paper flower stowed up a magician's sleeve: invisible one moment and then so substantial and florid the next I cannot imagine how it stayed hidden all this time. And like those paper flowers, once they've been let loose in the world, the memories are impossible to tuck away again. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 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." | jamie-fraser loss near-death vigil | 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 | ||
| 46ab5bc | Los seres humanos no nacen para siempre el dia en que sus madres los alumbran, sino que la vida los obliga a parirse a si mismos una y otra vez. | Gabriel García Márquez |