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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 43886e9 | Blessed be shock. Blessed be the part of us that protects us from too much pain and sorrow. At the heart of life is a fusebox. | Yann Martel | ||
| 45f5128 | It's not atheists who get stuck in my caw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for awhile. We all must pass through the garden of Gethsemane. If Christ played with doubt, so must we... But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as means of transportation. | doubt atheists | Yann Martel | |
| 699dc6f | science can only take you so far and then you have to leap | Yann Martel | ||
| b54ef3a | Slice a pear and you will find that its flesh is incandescent white. It glows with inner light. Those who carry a knife and a pear are never afraid of the dark. | Yann Martel | ||
| e06a5a2 | The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity -- it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud. | Yann Martel | ||
| 17eba11 | There will always be a easy path and a right path. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 6e3ecd8 | Dumbledore was on his feet again, pale as any of the surrounding Inferi, but taller than any too, the fire dancing in his eyes; his wand was raised like a torch and from its tip emanated the flames, like a vast lasso, encircling them all with warmth. | harry-potter the-cave the-coolest j-k-rowling dumbledore fearless powerful | J.K. Rowling | |
| 4932032 | Oh, why don't we have the night off?... D'you know... I think I'm feeling a bit... Rebellious. | rebellious | J.K. Rowling | |
| 96c0a19 | Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 5c79fd4 | On the other hand, the Prince had proved a much more effective teacher than Snape so far. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 48c64f6 | Yeah,' said Ron. 'Could've been worse. Remember those birds she set on me?' 'I still haven't ruled it out,' came Hermione's muffled voice from beneath her blankets, but Harry saw Ron smiling slightly as he pulled his maroon pajamas out of his rucksack. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 7b67627 | Being fed, and having a soft bed, and other people being in charge, seemed the most wonderful prospect in the world at that moment. | funny | J.K. Rowling | |
| 319d72d | He hardly heard what Professor McGonagall was telling them about Animagi (wizards who could transform at will into animals), and wasn't even watching when she transformed herself in front of their eyes into a tabby cat with spectacle markings around her eyes. "Really, what has got into you all today?" said Professor McGonagall, turning back into herself with a faint pop, and staring around at them all. "Not that it matters, but that's the .. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 93bb0f7 | THIRTY-ZERO! TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING --" "Jordan, if you can't commentate in an unbiased way -- !" "I'm telling it like it is, Professor!" | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 8fe857e | Sword? Haven't got a sword. That boy has, though. He'll lend you one. | J.K Rowling | ||
| 1d9d719 | Voldemort's fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb. | voldemort | J.K. Rowling | |
| bafc6c5 | And then a silver hare, a boar, and a fox soared past Harry, Ron, and Hermione's heads: The dementors fell back before the creatures' approach. Three more people had arrived out of the darkness to stand beside them, their wands outstretched, continuing to cast their Patronuses: Luna, Ernie, and Seamus. "That's right," said Luna encouragingly, as if they were back in the Room of Requirement and this was simply spell practice for the D.A. "Th.. | pain harry-potter elder-wand | J.K. Rowling | |
| b0c715e | And anyway, life's too short.... | harry-potter | J.K. Rowling | |
| d3a7393 | How thick can you get? | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 3f20d00 | Neville kicked aside the broken fragments of his own wand as they walked slowly toward the door. "My gran's going do kill be," said Neville thickly, blood spattering from his nose as he spoke, "dat was by dad's old wand..." | harry-potter old-wand neville j-k-rowling sad | J.K. Rowling | |
| 43bec50 | Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress? | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 0bef751 | But I was willing to embrace mortal life again, before chasing immortality. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| f5a4921 | but then the general trouble with ignorance is always that the ignorant person has no idea that that's what they are. You can be ignorant and stupid and go through your whole life without ever encountering any evidence against the hypothesis that you're a genius. | Louis de Bernières | ||
| 8731d06 | I will never forget the vision of Jamie walking towards me. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| f12a38b | It can be coins or sports or politics or horses or music or faith... the saddest people I've ever met in life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there's nothing to make it last. | passion | Nicholas Sparks | |
| b4ce607 | Early on, he'd learned to enjoy simple things, things that couldn't be bought, and he had a hard time understanding people who felt otherwise. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 6282d1d | They continued to watch each other from across the room, both frozen for a moment by the shadow of distant possibilities. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 6f5682e | conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| ee3288f | Expert advice on improving ur relationship - 4A's - attention,appreciation, affection & attraction. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 8890fa5 | What you tend to find in the personal lives of brilliant men is devastation akin to a nuclear bomb going off. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 059c0d1 | Dad on Child-rearing: "There's no education superior to travel. Think of The Motorcycle Diaries, or what Montrose St. Millet wrote in Ages of Exploration: 'To be still is to be stupid. To be stupid is to die.' And so we shall live. Every Betsy sitting next to you in a classroom will only know Maple Street on which sits her boxy white house, inside of which whimper her boxy white parents. After your travels, you'll know Maple Street, sure, b.. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 000f71f | When something needs to be ironed I put it in the ironing basket. If a year goes by and the item is still in the basket I throw the item away. This is a good system since eventually I end up only with clothes that don't need ironing. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| ee3b17b | Nice tackle, babe." Ranger" | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 6399fd2 | He specializes in virgins! The brush of his fingertips turns virgins into slobbering mush." Mary Lou Molnar" | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 6369ca4 | Holy Crap,' Carolli said. 'You shot Jesus. That's gonna take a lot of Hail Marys. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| e83ecf0 | Excuse me?" I said, palms down on the Formica tabletop. "Coffee? I thought we came here for pie." "I don't eat the kind of pie they serve here." I felt a flash of heat go through my stomach. I knew firsthand the kind of pie Ranger liked." | romance stephanie-plum-ranger | Janet Evanovich | |
| 84ae1b7 | Most of us love a non-self, or something extrinsic and apart from our inner life; but a mother's love during the time she is a flesh-and-blood ciborium is not for a non-self but for one that is her very self, a perfect example of charity and love which hardly perceives a separation. Motherhood then becomes a kind of priesthood. She brings God to man by preparing the flesh in which the soul will be implanted; she brings man to God in offerin.. | motherhood selflessness | Fulton J. Sheen | |
| d731947 | The Nobodies Who are not, but could be. Who don't speak languages, but dialects. Who don't have religions, but superstitions. Who don't create art, but handicrafts. Who don't have culture, but folklore. Who are not human beings, but human resources. Who do not have faces, but arms. Who do not have names, but numbers. Who do not appear in the history of the world, but in the police | the-nobodies | Eduardo Galeano | |
| f1cb9c8 | Recognising, as I do, that you are the second highest expert in Europe--" "Indeed, sir! May I inquire who has the honour to be the first?" Asked Holmes, with some asperity. "To the man of precised, scientific mind the work of Monsieur Bertillon must always appeal strongly." "Then had you not better consult him?" "I said, sir, to the precisely scientific mind. But as a practical man of affairs it is acknowledged that you stand alone. I trust.. | humour sherlock-holmes | Arthur Conan Doyle | |
| 2cd83a2 | His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge. Of contemporary literature, philosophy and politics he appeared to know next to nothing... My surprise reached a climax, however, when I found incidentally that he was ignorant of the Copernican Theory and of the composition of the Solar System. | Arthur Conan Doyle | ||
| 2a60397 | Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature. | cocaine-and-ambition john-watson sherlock-holmes | Arthur Conan Doyle | |
| c3226c8 | 'this is real. This life. We're really here - this is really happening. Suffering is real. When you hurt people, it's real. When you fuck one of our best friends, that's a real thing and it hurts me. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 23c3b5e | Jericho lay back down on his side, watching her breathe just an arm's length from him. She was not beautiful while she slept; her mouth hung open and she snored very lightly, and this, despite everything that had happened, made him smile. | Libba Bray | ||
| 4ef7261 | They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all. | Libba Bray |