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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 00e7585 | ytklm lns km lw 'nhm y`rfwn kl shy'. lkn dh tjr't ws'lthm, fnk tudrk 'nhm l y`rfwn shyy'. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| e62b4b5 | It isn't the desire to abide by the law that makes everyone behave as society requires, but the fear of punishment. Each one of us carries a gallows inside us. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 91a18bd | Everything depends on which path you take. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| a2b8aec | When you love each other, you have to be ready for anything. Because love is like a kaleidoscope, the kind we used to play with when we were kids. It's in constant movement and never repeats itself. If you don't understand this, you are condemned to suffer for something that really only exists to make us happy. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 3877390 | A warrior of light respects the main teaching of the I Ching: 'To persevere is favourable.' He knows that perseverance is not the same thing as insistence. There are times when battles go on longer than necessary, draining him of strength and enthusiasm. At such moments, the warrior thinks: 'A prolonged war finally destroys the victors too.' Then he withdraws his forces from the battlefield and allows himself a respite. He perseveres in his.. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| ced64a3 | It feels like my soul is slowly leaving my body and heading off to an unknown place, some "safe" place where it doesn't have to put up with me and my night terrors." | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 7a191fb | Sometimes an uncontrollable feeling of sadness grips us, he said. We recognize that the magic moment of the day has passed and that we've done nothing about it. Life begins to conceal its magic and its art. We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its voice. The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the chi.. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 4054d60 | Love transforms and love cures;but,sometimes,love builds deadly traps and can end up destroying a person who had resolved to give him or herself completely.What is this complex feeling which,deep down,is the only reason we continue to live,struggle and improve? | love | Paulo Coelho | |
| 2ae67ed | O God, when I listen to the voices of animals, the sounds of trees, the murmurings of water, the singing of birds, the whistling of the wind, or the boom of thunder, I see in them evidence of Your unity; I feel that You are supreme power, omniscience, supreme knowledge, and supreme justice. I recognize You, O God, in the trials I am going through. May Your pleasure be my pleasure, too. May I be Your joy, the joy that a Father feels for a so.. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 6b3a03d | No one is alone in their troubles; there is always someone else thinking, rejoicing, or suffering in the same way, and that gives us the stregnth to confront the challenge before us. Does that include suffering for love? It includes everything. If there is suffering, then it is best to accept it, because it won't go away because you pretend it is not there. If there is joy, then it is best to accept that too, even though you are afraid it m.. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 3eed7b2 | Millions of couples out there practiced the art of sadomasochism every day, without even realizing it. They went to work, came back, complained about everything, insulted their wife or were insulted by her, felt wretched, but were, nonetheless, tightly bound to their own unhappiness, not realizing that all it would take was a single gesture, a final goodbye, to free them from that oppression. | unhappiness sex limits sadomasochism sexuality oppression | Paulo Coelho | |
| 524904d | With every farewell comes a hidden hope. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 6c71d67 | They say that in the second before our death, each of us understands the real reason for our existence, and out of that moment, heaven or hell is born. | heaven life hell | Paulo Coelho | |
| 015e92e | if you force yourself to be the same as everyone else. It causes neuroses, psychoses, and paranoia. it's a distortion of nature, it goes against God's laws, for in all the world's woods and forests he did not create a single leaf the same as another. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 06635da | The Good Fight is the one that we fight in the name of our dreams. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 2dc5b3e | She wants to drink that man too, and then she can forget forever the cheap wine that you gulp down and that makes you feel drunk, but always leaves you with a headache and an empty space in your soul. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| d244fdf | She was always reading, and she read very good books. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| ff5a82f | I want to go back," Daniel says, quietly, with effort. "Where?" I ask, unsure. There's a long pause that kind of freaks me out and Daniel finishes his drink and fingers the sunglasses he's still wearing and says, "I don't know. Just back." | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 063cb40 | Listen," I say, pushing my chair in. "I just want everyone to know that I'm pro-family and anti-drug. Excuse me." | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| b0bf2b9 | If all of your friends are morons is it a felony, a misdemeanor or an act of God if | psycho | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 9f1f61b | Because the writer resented that she had turned to me I became the handsome and dazed narrator, incapable of love or kindness. That's how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wreckage, blood streaming from his nose, asking questions that never required answers. That's how I became the boy who never understood how anything worked. That's how I became the boy who wouldn't save a friend. That's how I became the boy who could.. | jealousy resentment | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 20e1fb3 | I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "I love you I love you I love you" while stripping. I want you so bad it stings." | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| bdd9125 | About a week ago I was sitting in L.A.'s chicest nightclub with a few friends and the DJ was playing Yaz and Bowie and the videos were on and I was on my third gin and tonic and I realized that no matter where I am it's always the same. Camden, New York, L.A., Palm Springs - it really doesn't seem to matter. Maybe this should be disturbing but it's really not. I find it kind of comforting. | l-a nightclub palm-springs | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 6deecdd | Robin turned and looked straight into her. "What's life for?" "I don't know." "I don't either. But I don't think it's about winning." | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| 85d1b83 | You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 9554d77 | A game master or teacher who was primarily concerned with being close enough to the "innermost meaning" would be a very bad teacher. To be candid, I myself, for example, have never in my life said a word to my pupils about the "meaning" of music; if there is one it does not need my explanations. On the other hand I have always made a great point of having my pupils count their eighths and sixteenths nicely. Whatever you become, teacher, sch.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 54376e6 | Yes. There's really only one question that can be answered, Genry, and we already know the answer....The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| eaee8b5 | Current-borne, wave-flung, tugged hugely by the whole might of ocean, the jellyfish drifts in the tidal abyss. The light shines through it, and the dark enters it. Borne, flung, tugged from anywhere to anywhere, for in the deep sea there is no compass but nearer and farther, higher and lower, the jellyfish hangs and sways; pulses move slight and quick within it, as the vast diurnal pulses beat in the moondriven sea. Hanging, swaying, pulsin.. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| a0577a2 | You don't speak of dreams as unreal. They exist. They leave a mark behind them. | reality dreams | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 187c276 | A dark hand had let go its lifelong hold upon her heart. But she did not feel joy, as she had in the mountains. She put her head down in her arms and cried, and her cheeks were salt and wet. She cried for the waste of her years in bondage to a useless evil. She wept in pain, because she was free. | freedom tenar the-tombs-of-atuan | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 3761e05 | War as a moral metaphor is limited, limiting, and dangerous. By reducing the choices of action to "a war against" whatever-it-is, you divide the world into Me or Us (good) and Them or It (bad) and reduce the ethical complexity and moral richness of our life to Yes/No, On/Off." | good-and-evil war life ethics morals | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 762cf48 | I see her slipping away, bit by bit, because you shove her down when she so desperately needs someone to help her back up. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e8093e8 | She could forgive the girl who had needed a captain of the guard to offer stability after a year in hell; forgive the girl who had needed a captain to be her champion. But she was her own champion now. | champion | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 4a4b74f | the doors to his father's council room were thrown open and Celaena prowled in, her dark cape billowing behind her. All twenty men at the table fell silent, including his father, whose eyes went straight to the thing dangling from Celaena's hand. Chaol was already striding across the room from his post by the door. But he, too, stopped when he beheld the object she carried. A head. The man's face was still set in a scream, and there was som.. | choal dorian | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 32011f2 | No, he had to remember she was an assassin with the blessing of a pretty face and sharp wits. She washed her hands with blood, and was just as likely to slit his throat as offer him a kind word. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f27d235 | I wonder if the gods have weighed the costs of that storm. And deemed the casualties worth it. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| a1d2ff2 | She lifted her face to the stars. She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir of two mighty bloodlines, protector of a once-glorious people, and Queen of Terrasen. She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius--and she would not be afraid. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d91a10c | I smelled jasmine first-then saw stars. A sea of stars flickering beyond glowing pillars of moonstone that framed the sweeping view of endless snowcapped mountains. "Welcome to the Night Court." | nightcourt rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 301921e | He tried not to think about last night--how the brief touch of Celaena's fingers through his hair and on his face had sent a pang of desire through him so strong he'd wanted to grab her and pin her on the couch. It had taken all his self-control to keep his breathing steady, to keep pretending that he was asleep. After she'd left, his heart had been pounding so hard it took him an hour to calm enough to actually sleep. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 30eedcc | Tell me what I must do to atone; tell me to crawl over hot coals, to sleep on a bed of nails, to carve up my flesh. Say the word, and it is done. But let me care for you as I once did, before ... before that madness poisoned my heart. Punish me, torture me, wreck me, but let me help you. Do this small thing for me--and let me lay the world at your feet. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e5841f1 | Aelin slumbered beside him, her breathing deep and even, yet again wearing one of his shirts. Some primal part of him snarled in satisfaction at the sight, at knowing she was covered in his scent. | love pg514 rowan-whitethorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 4b81eb9 | he realized that here, amongst the dunes and stars ... Here, in the heart of a foreign land ... Here, with her, he was home. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 022c6af | But she squared her shoulders. Straightened her spine. "My name is Celaena Sardothien," she whispered, "and I will not be afraid." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| caae92b | A minute of pleasant conversation, and then the territorial Fae bullshit comes raging out | Sarah J. Maas |