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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5637de4 | Better to die with my chin held high than groveling like a cowering worm. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 1d73e81 | Spirit that could not be broken. You do not yield. She would endure it again, if asked. She would do it. Every brutal hour and bit of agony. And it would hurt, and she would scream, but she'd face it. Survive against it. Arobynn had not broken her. Neither had Endovier. She would not allow this waste of existence to do so now. Her shaking eased, her body going still. Waiting. Maeve blinked at her. Just once. Aelin sucked in a breath--sharp .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 17eafde | Rolfe unlocked the door, muttering, "This had better be worth my time," and stalked into the awaiting dimness beyond. Then stopped dead. Even in the watery light, Dorian could perfectly see the woman sitting at Rolfe's desk, her black clothes dirty, weapons gleaming, and her feet propped on the dark wooden surface. Aelin Galathynius, her hands laced behind her head, grinned at them all and said, "I like this office far better thank your old.. | rolfe dorian-havilliard sass | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 74e3067 | There you are. I've been looking for you. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 29c381b | Rhys said, "We will walk onto that field and only accept Death when it comes to haul us away to the Otherworld. We will fight for life, for survival, for our futures. But if it is decided by that tapestry of Fate or the Cauldron or the Mother that we do not walk off that field today ..." His chin lifted. "The great joy and honor of my life has been to know you. To call you my family. And I am grateful--more than I can possibly say--that I w.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 09b6545 | I couldn't get out; I couldn't get out; I couldn't get out. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 881330c | Is that ... chocolate cake?" "I thought you might need some." "Need, not want?" A ghost of a smile was on her lips, and he almost sagged in relief as he said, "For you, I'd say that chocolate cake is most definitely a need." She crossed from the fireplace to where he stood, stopping a hand's breadth away and staring up at him. Some of the color had returned to her face. He should step back, put more distance between them. But instead, he fo.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 4341ef2 | He studied the warehouse door. "I wouldn't put it past Lorcan to return the favor you dealt him tonight. He forgets and forgives even less easily than you do. Especially when someone threatens to cut off his manhood." "At least I said it would be a big mistake," she said with a fiendish grin. "I was tempted to say 'little.'" Rowan laughed, his eyes dancing. "Then you definitely would have been dead." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d5a83af | You forgot to say 'please. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 0058e34 | Dorian said, "So here we are." "The end of the road," Aelin said with a half smile. "No," Chaol said, his own smile faint, tentative. "The beginning of the next." -- | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 58f1cc0 | She opened her eyes and found him watching her, his face a mixture of pride and wonder and such open affection that she could see that far-off land where they'd find a home, see that future that awaited them, and that glimmer of hope promised happiness she'd never considered or dared yearn for. | the-assassin-and-the-empire sam-cortland | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 404d26e | I want to share this bed with you, though," I breathed. "I want you to hold me." Stars flickered to life in his eyes. "Always," he promised, kissing my brow, his wings now enveloping me completely. "Always." | a-court-of-wings-and-ruin acotar acowar rhysand feyre rhys | Sarah J. Maas | |
| a4107c0 | Maybe teach the others who were like me: broken in places and trying to fight it - trying to learn who they were around the dark and pain. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| edecd50 | Daggers and blades, quivers and bows. I scratched my head at the heavy, wicked-looking mace that Rhys had somehow dumped beside the desk without my noticing. I didn't even want to know. Though I had no doubt Cassian was somehow behind it. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| c69bfba | Lysandra's smile grew. "I like your fangs," she said sweetly. Aelin choked on her grape. Of course Lysandra did. Rowan gave a little grin that usually sent Aelin running. "Are you studying them so you can replicate them when you take my form, shape-shifter?" Aelin's fork froze in midair. "Bullshit," Aedion said." | lysandra rowan-whitethorn aelin-ashryver-galathynius | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 3293d39 | Never before had she seen such creatures, though they looked much live very large, very shaggy white goats. Thin black horns punctuated the top of their long faces. You look like a collection of grandfathers, she thought, amused. | Tamora Pierce | ||
| 9f2fdfd | He's got courage," Alex said. "Courage!" Raoul bellowed. "That coward almost him and--" | courage alex raoul-of-goldenlake anger | Tamora Pierce | |
| 835dcaa | He shrugged. - They're just people - he said. - They're just doing what people do. Sir. Lord Vetinari gave him a friendly smile. - Of course, of course - he said. - You have to believe that, I appreciate. Otherwise you'd go quite mad. Otherwise you'd think you're standing on a feather-thin bridge over the vaults of Hell. Otherwise existence would be a dark agony and the only hope would be that there is no life after death. I quite understan.. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| bfbb1ee | There was no universe, anywhere, where a Sam Vimes would give in on this, because if he did then he wouldn't be Sam Vimes anymore. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 8e0b4b4 | It was a nice day. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| b25fa60 | Stories don't care who takes part in them. All that matters is that the story gets told, that the story repeats. Or, if you prefer to think of it like this: stories are a parasitical life form, warping lives in the service only of the story itself. | stories | Terry Pratchett | |
| fb2187c | Vimes struggled to his feet, shook his head and set off after it. No thought was involved. It is the ancient instinct of terriers and policemen to chase anything that runs away. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 2ae2141 | But you ain't part of it, are you?" said Granny conversationally. "You try, but you always find yourself watchin' yourself watchin' people, eh? Never quite believin' anything? Thinkin' the wrong thoughts?" | Terry Pratchett | ||
| d8e0692 | YOU'RE ONLY PUTTING OFF THE INEVITABLE, he said. That's what being alive is all about. | humor life | Terry Pratchett | |
| 8b06905 | The Auditors fluttered anxiously. And, as always happens in their species when something goes radically wrong and needs fixing instantly, they settled down to try to work how who was to blame. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 8efbb45 | I'm your worst nightmare!' said Teatime cheerfully. The man shuddered. 'You mean ... the one with the giant cabbage and the sort of whirring knife thing?' 'Sorry?' Teatime looked momentarily nonplussed. 'Then you're the one where I'm falling, only instead of the ground underneath it's all --' 'No. In fact I'm --' The guard sagged. 'Awww, the one where there's all this kind of, you know, mud and then everything goes blue --' 'No, I'm --'.. | humor pratchett | Terry Pratchett | |
| 1348fc1 | Stand before your god, bow before your king, kneel before your man. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| ace5cca | Vimes died. The sun dropped out of the sky, giant lizards took over the world, and the stars exploded and went out and all hope vanished and gurgled into the sinktrap of oblivion. And gas filled the firmament and combusted and behold! There was a new heaven - or possibly not. And Disc and Io and and possibly verily life crawled out of the sea - or possibly didn't because it had been made by the gods, and lizards turned to less scaly lizards.. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| a31a392 | When Mister Safety Catch Is Not On, Mister Crossbow Is Not Your Friend. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 4976a9d | When all else failed, she tried being reasonable. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| a50bb24 | Quick, someone's coming! Look real! | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 952c760 | Hilta laughed like someone who had thought hard about Life and had seen the joke. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 001a15a | God does not play games with His loyal servants", said the Metatron, but in a worried tone of voice. "Whoopee", said Crowley." | Terry Pratchett Neil Gaiman | ||
| 73ee9a5 | That's Third Thoughts for you. When a huge rock is going to land on your head, they're the thoughts that think: Is that an igneous rock, such as granite, or is it sandstone? | witches imagination science humor perspicacity tiffany-aching geology | Terry Pratchett | |
| f4e7b95 | Tiffany got up early and lit the fires. When her mother came down, she was scrubbing the kitchen floor, very hard. "Er...aren't you supposed to do that sort of thing by magic, dear?" said her mother, who'd never really got the hang of what witchcraft was all about. "No, Mum, I'm supposed not to," said Tiffany, still scrubbing. "But can't you just wave your hand and make all the dirt fly away, then?" "The trouble is getting the magic to unde.. | magic real-life | Terry Pratchett | |
| 7bd591b | Once you've ruled out the impossible then whatever is left, however improbable, must be the truth. The problem lay in working out what was impossible, of course. That was the trick, all right. There was also the curious incident of the orangutan in the night-time. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 4a3dd83 | He took his hands off the oars and pulled in the mooring rope. If I make a couple of loops, he thought, I can strap the axe on to my back. He had a mental picture of what could happen to a man who plunged into the cauldron below a waterfall with a sharp piece of metal attached to his body. GOOD MORNING. Vimes blinked. A tall dark robed figure was now sitting in the boat. 'Are you Death?' IT'S THE SCYTHE, ISN'T IT? PEOPLE ALWAYS NOTICE THE S.. | uncertainty | Terry Pratchett | |
| c01fe2c | Everyone has gods. You just don't think they're gods. | illusion god theology | Terry Pratchett | |
| 24110be | They shed a rather unpleasant glow that didn't so much illuminate, as the darkness. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| f51c14f | Smaller-than-Medium-Jock-but-bigger-than-Wee-Jock-Jock | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 408f233 | There is a plain under a dim sky. It is covered with gentle rolling curves that might remind you of something else if you saw it from a long way away, and if you did see it from a long way away you'd be very glad that you were, in fact, a long way away. Three gray figures floated just above it. Exactly what they were can't be described in normal language. Some people might call them cherubs, although there was nothing rosy-cheeked about the.. | humor | Terry Pratchett | |
| 3d009bb | It's interesting that when these individuals choose-and it is their choice always-to endure voluntary amputations for their own personal benefit, society professes itself shocked and disapproving. Yet this same society respects the concept that any individual should risk total annihilation in war, subject to the judgement of any superior officer at all and for purposes ranging from a promotion for the lieutenant to higher profits for the bu.. | Katherine Dunn | ||
| 9eea646 | Only a lunatic would want to be president. These lunatics are created deliberately by those who wish to be presided over. You've seen it a thousand times. We create a leader by locating one in the crowd who is standing up. This may well be because there are no chairs or because his knees are fused by arthritis. It doesn't matter. We designate this victim as a 'stand-up guy' by the simple expedient of sitting down around him." ARTURISM:" | Katherine Dunn | ||
| 9fdf216 | The classic definition of slapstick runs along the line of, "Funny is someone else ramming his face repeatedly into a brick wall." -- | Katherine Dunn |