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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 40a0967 | The talent for being happy is appreciating and liking what you have, instead of what you don't have. | Woody Allen | ||
| a07b2dd | We haven't lost everything, if we haven't lost our hope. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 20fcdb7 | The Brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear, | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 86aa3c2 | It's funny because when you're a child, you believe you can be anything you want to be, go whenever you want to go. There's no limit to what you can dream. You expect the unexpected, you believe in magic, in fairy tales, and in possibilities. Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered and somewhere along the way the reality of life gets in the way and you're hit by the realization that you can't be all you wanted to be, you just mi.. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| ef9ca98 | You know, it's interesting. Children learn much more, far more quickly than adults. Do you know why that is?" Elizabeth assumed there was some scientific explanation for it, but shook her head. "Because they're open-minded. Because they want to know and they want to learn. Adults"--he shook his head sadly--"think they know it all. They grow up and forget so easily instead of opening their minds, they choose what to believe and what not to b.. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 7dfdf4a | I know the difference between right and wrong. I understand the rules. But today I feel that the rules have been blurred, because today they were literally on my front doorstep. | morality right-and-wrong rules | Cecelia Ahern | |
| 7bde675 | Love can change us beyond recognition, we become love-sick, soft-eyed jelly-bellied fools. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 562b7d2 | I always pushed myself. Whenever I felt I needed to stop, I made myself run faster. | pushing-the-limits running | Cecelia Ahern | |
| 8d43313 | when people we love make choices, we don't always understand them. But we can go on loving them, just the same. It isn't a matter of comprehension. It's forgiveness. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| dc62081 | When your mother is made out of your dreams, anything real is bound to disappoint you. | dream real | Jodi Picoult | |
| bc183da | I can see myself now, she said. And I can see what I want to be, ten years from now. But I don't understand how I'm going to get from here to there. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 19e6e64 | We'd sit with a big bowl of popcorn, wrapped together in a queen-size blanket, and would escape to a place where magic was ours for the taking, where men rescued the people they loved instead of abandoning them. A place where, no matter how bad things looked at that moment, there would always be a happy ending. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 38268cd | It's hard to be the one always waiting. I mean, there's something to be said for the hero who charges off to battle, but when you get right down to it there's a whole story in who's left behind. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 50a449e | How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 31d5da7 | Ask a kid who's struggling in math if he likes being in a mixed-level class, and he'll tell you he feels like a moron. Ask the math genius if he likes being in a mixed-level class, and he'll tell you he's sick of doing all the work during group projects. Sometimes, it's better to sort like with like. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| d6695ca | parenting isn't a noun but a verb--an ongoing process instead of an accomplishment. And that no matter how many years you put into the job, the learning curve is, well, fairly flat. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 96dab53 | If he says jump, she doesn't even ask "How high?" She goes out and buys a pogo stick." | Jodi Picoult | ||
| e5d72c2 | There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| ac25aa6 | This is what it always comes down to, I realized. There are the ones who believe, and the ones who don't, and caught in the space between them are guns. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 58d91f0 | I would rather be in minority and be right, than in the majority and wrong. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 5ab42d8 | She understood how a world jammed with phones, email, and faxes could still leave you feeling utterly alone. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| cf2b3fb | Life is not a plot; it's in the details. | life plot | Jodi Picoult | |
| f0d453a | I only just found you, I can't lose you now | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 18844c8 | I grew up in a household where we didn't really talk about our feelings, and where the only reason you went to a doctor was because you'd accidentally cut off a limb with a chain saw. | humor families | Jodi Picoult | |
| b39dbd6 | When this is over...we will got to the rainforest, or a beach as white as bone. We will eat grapes from the vine, we will swim with sea turtles, we will walk miles on cobblestone streets. We will laugh and talk and confess. We will. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 830b1f9 | They say this war is a cloud over the land! But they make the weather and then they stand in the rain and say, 'Shit, it's raining! | Charles Frazier | ||
| 3bb33d4 | Where d'ye think he is now?" Jenny said suddenly. "Ian, I mean." He glanced at the house, then at the new grave waiting, but of course that wasn't Ian any more. He was panicked for a moment, for his earlier emptiness returning-but then it came to him, and, without surprise, he knew what it was Ian had said to him. "On your right, man." On his right. Guarding his weak side. "He's just here," he said to Jenny, nodding to the spot between them.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| fbc86a0 | I wish I could have fought him for you," he said abruptly, looking back at me. His blue eyes were dark and earnest. I smiled at him, touched. "It wasn't your fight, it was mine. But you won it anyway." I reached out a hand, and he squeezed it. "Aye, but that's not what I meant. If I'd fought him man to man and won, ye'd not need to feel any regret over it." He hesitated. "If ever--" "There aren't any more ifs," I said firmly. "I thought of .. | jamie-fraser | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 399d621 | Boldness in battle is nothing out of the way... but to face down fear in cold blood is rare in any man. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f065e9c | You're the best man I ever met," I said. "I only meant...it's such a strain, to try and live for two people. To try to make them fit your ideas of what's right...You do it for a child, of course, you have to, but even then, it's dreadfully hard work. I couldn't do it for you - it would be wrong even to try." I'd taken him back more than a little. He sat for some moments, his face turned half away. Do ye really think me a good man?" he said.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 65074ce | I would not piss on him was he burning in the flames of hell," Grey said politely. One of Hal's brows flicked upward, but only momentarily. "Just so," he said dryly. "The question, though, is whether Fraser might be inclined to perform a similar service for you." Grey placed his cup carefully in the center of the desk. "Only if he thought I might drown," he said, and went out." | pardloe lord-john-grey | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 142a2b0 | But how shall I tell you all these things," he said, the line of his mouth twisting. "And then say to you -- it is only you I have ever loved? How should you believe me?" The question hung in the air between us, shimmering like the reflection from the water below. "If you say it," I said, "I'll believe you." ..... "Only you," he said, so softly I could barely hear him. "To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To .. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 22e240e | Men go where they will, they do as they must; it is not a woman's part to bid them to stay, nor yet to reproach them for being what they are-or for not coming back. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b034cd0 | I didn't say you shouldn't worry, do you think I don't worry? But no, you probably can't do anything about me.' 'Well, maybe no, Sassenach, and maybe so. But I've lived a long enough time now to think it maybe doesna matter so much-- so long as I can love you.' -Claire & Jamie Fraser | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4bb5211 | I've never been afraid of ghosts. I live with them daily, after all. When I look in a mirror, my mother's eyes look back at me; my mouth curls with the smile that lured my great-grandfather to the fate that was me. No, how should I fear the touch of those vanished hands, laid on me in love unknowing? How could I be afraid of those that molded my flesh, leaving their remnants to live long past the grave?...All the time the ghosts flit past a.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 1505f4b | It's like it ain't so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it. | society | William Faulkner | |
| 312e62e | Knowing not grieving remembers a thousand savage and lonely streets. | William Faulkner | ||
| 5b6ce35 | I have left my book, I have left my room, | James Joyce | ||
| 967a4b8 | Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now. | sadness | James Joyce | |
| cea841c | When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water. | James Joyce | ||
| 3de6a39 | I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you? | James Joyce | ||
| 29a1f92 | Because God and the devil could be one and the same thing, and everybody understood it in his own way. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| bc9a6bd | Some people, I am told, have memories like computers, nothing to do but punch the button and wait for the print-out. Mine is more like a Japanese library of the old style, without a card file or an indexing system or any systematic shelf plan. Nobody knows where anything is except the old geezer in felt slippers who has been shuffling up and down those stacks for sixty-nine years. When you hand him a problem he doesn't come back with a cart.. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| d01c5c1 | Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking, loving and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken during the day takes on a new and deeper meaning. | Elie Wiesel |