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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bb5eabb | I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. People think pleasing God is all God cares about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back. | joy-of-life | Alice Walker | |
| 125cbfa | You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f12c38e | she is the of my eyes and the sultan of my heart. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| d097c9b | I look at the blanked-out faces of the other passengers--hoisting their briefcases, their backpacks, shuffling to disembark--and I think of what Hobie said: beauty alters the grain of reality. And I keep thinking too of the more conventional wisdom: namely, that the pursuit of pure beauty is a trap, a fast track to bitterness and sorrow, that beauty has to be wedded to something more meaningful. Only what is that thing? Why am I made the wa.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 31ad84d | I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: "Do you like me?" | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 19987cd | The next suitable person you're in light conversation with, you stop suddenly in the middle of the conversation and look at the person closely and say, "What's wrong?" You say it in a concerned way. He'll say, "What do you mean?" You say, "Something's wrong. I can tell. What is it?" And he'll look stunned and say, "How did you know?" He doesn't realize something's always wrong, with everybody. Often more than one thing. He doesn't know ever.. | David Foster Wallace | ||
| c2c1add | Wo wei ni xie de," he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucking it under his chin. He had told her many violinists used a shoulder rest, but he did not: there was a slight mark on the side of his throat, like a permanent bruise, where the violin rested. "You -- made something for me?" Tessa asked. "I wrote something for you," he corrected, with a smile, and began to play." | tessa-gray | Cassandra Clare | |
| d5cfd52 | Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish--a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow--to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll. | heaven life | Hunter S. Thompson | |
| 9b12050 | You weren't an accident. You weren't mass produced. You aren't an assembly-line product. You were deliberately planned, specifically gifted, and lovingly positioned on the earth by the Master Craftsman. | Max Lucado | ||
| 7903d09 | I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| fdea5ba | People are supposed to fear the unknown, but ignorance is bliss when knowledge is so damn frightening. | unknown | Laurell K. Hamilton | |
| 8570a0e | Foaly: Anyone see you come in here? Holly: The FBI, CIA, NSA, DEA, MI6. Oh, and the EIB. Foaly: The EIB? Holly: (smirking) Everyone in the building. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 431f832 | Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins. | winter rain sadness | Gustave Flaubert | |
| fe7e276 | I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. On the other hand, when I got drunk I screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. One .. | nihilism hedonism | Charles Bukowski | |
| dfcd013 | EARLY BIRD Oh, if you're a bird, be an early bird And catch the worm for your breakfast plate. If you're a bird, be an early early bird-- But if you're a worm, sleep late. | poem life | Shel Silverstein | |
| 2a18c37 | This could be the last night of our lives, certainly the last even barely ordinary one. The last night we go to sleep and get up just as we always have. And all I could think of was that I wanted to spend it with you." Her heart skipped a beat. "Jace-" "I don't mean it like that," he said. "I won't touch you, not if you don't want me to. I know it's wrong - God, it's all kinds of wrong - but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with.. | jace-wayland | Cassandra Clare | |
| f710272 | Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy. | passion love sexuality | Anaïs Nin | |
| e112d2b | We are all equal in the fact that we are all different. We are all the same in the fact that we will never be the same. We are united by the reality that all colours and all cultures are distinct & individual. We are harmonious in the reality that we are all held to this earth by the same gravity. We don't share blood, but we share the air that keeps us alive. I will not blind myself and say that my black brother is not different from me. I.. | sisterhood equality unity color individuality humanism human humanity inspiration inspirational-life inspirational-quotes life-and-living living life inspirational brotherhood differences difference society race harmony respect | C. JoyBell C. | |
| 52a97a8 | Stay hungry. Stay foolish. | inspirational | Steve Jobs | |
| dda476b | So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough. | plath | Sylvia Plath | |
| 1e804e9 | How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known? | understanding experience | Orhan Pamuk | |
| b1295aa | Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow. | solitude sorrow | Kahlil Gibran | |
| 64d670d | At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done--then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 56f20a4 | Cress?" "It's beautiful out there." A hesitation, before, "Could you be more specific?" "The sky is gorgeous, intense blue color." She pressed her fingers to the glass and traced the wavy hills on the horizon. "Oh, good. You've really narrowed it down for me." "I'm sorry, it's just..." She tried to stamp down the rush of emotion. "I think we're in a desert." "Cactuses and tumbleweeds?" "No just a lot of sand. It's kind of orangish-gold, wit.. | thorne desert | Marissa Meyer | |
| a725253 | He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the sight of her produced. He wondered why, not for the first time. Isabelle used her beauty like she used her whip, but Clary didn't know she was beautiful at all. Maybe that was why. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 4a0f1a5 | Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it. | Martin Luther King Jr. | ||
| bad52ab | So, the thing we're all not talking about," he says. He gestures to me. "You almost died, a sadistic pansycake saved you, and now we're all waging some serious war with the factionless as allies." "Pansycake?" says Christina. "Dauntless slang." Lynn smirks. "Supposed to be a huge insult, only no one uses it anymore." "Because it's so offensive," says Uriah, nodding. "No. Because it's so stupid no Dauntless with any sense would speak it, let.. | Veronica Roth | ||
| 5e95dcc | Oh, come on!' Percy complained. 'I get a little nosebleed and I wake up the entire earth? That's not fair! | nosebleed what-even percy-jackson | Rick Riordan | |
| 28ae5ce | Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us. | light world inspirational help alone | Walt Whitman | |
| bbcb4c2 | An eye is meant to see things | inspirational | Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi | |
| d7b9855 | She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 5818567 | Love is a great beautifier. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| a71391b | He took a sip of my father's weak coffee and spit it back into the mug. "This shit's like making love in a canoe." "Excuse me?" "It's fucking near water." | David Sedaris | ||
| b506c3c | But that quickly faded, and he frowned. "You're bleeding," he said. "What happened?" Claire sighed and held up her wrist to show him the bandage. "Man, you would be so embarrassed if I said it was something else." Michael looked blank. "I'm a girl, Michael, it could have been all natural, you know. Tampons?" | morganville-vampires | Rachel Caine | |
| fb9d92c | I don't want to live in the kind of world where we don't look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I cant change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit. | compassion inspirational personal-responsibility helping-others | charles de lint | |
| 4ef1eb6 | If you once forfeit the confidence of your fellow citizens, you can never regain their respect and esteem. It is true that you may fool all of the people some of the time; you can even fool some of the people all of the time; but you can't fool all of the people all of the time. -Speech at Clinton, Illinois, September 8, 1854. | trust honesty inspirational | Abraham Lincoln | |
| b7acc23 | This life is for loving, sharing, learning, smiling, caring, forgiving, laughing, hugging, helping, dancing, wondering, healing, and even more loving. I choose to live life this way. I want to live my life in such a way that when I get out of bed in the morning, the devil says, 'aw shit, he's up! | loving-choices learning motivational life inspirational wondering hugging forgiving loving dancing laughing healing sharing caring smiling helping devil | Steve Maraboli | |
| 2f0846f | Don't you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you're not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you've lived nearly half the time you have to live already? | the-present | Ernest Hemingway | |
| fc4c7e1 | You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss | opposites | Jodi Picoult | |
| 30f8544 | Leah: "That is easily the freakin' grossest thing I've ever heard in my life. Yuck. If there was anything in my stomach, it would be coming back." Seth: "They are vampires, I guess. I mean, it makes sense, and if it helps Bella, it's a good thing, right?" Leah and Jake stare at Seth. Seth: "What?" Leah: "Mom dropped him a lot when he was a baby." Jake: "On his head apparently." Leah: "He used to gnaw on the crib bars, too." Jake: "Lead pain.. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| b18c195 | A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages. | prayer wild-at-heart | Tennessee Williams | |
| 21a51b9 | Where should I go?" -Alice. "That depends on where you want to end up." - The Cheshire Cat." | books coming-of-age lewis-carroll | Lewis Carroll | |
| 352ee55 | No one who can read, ever looks at a book, even unopened on a shelf, like one who cannot. | Charles Dickens | ||
| 6c0eace | A true war story is never moral. It does not instruct, nor encourage virtue, nor suggest models of proper human behavior, nor restrain men from doing the things men have always done. If a story seems moral, do not believe it. If at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie. There is no re.. | Tim O'Brien |