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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a799039 | A friend is a loved one who awakens your life in order to free the wild possibilities within you. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 2f8060f | She's probably right on both counts, but there's something dark in her eyes. It's the same shadow I see whenever she stops me. "You're worth fighting for." "I'm not." The way she answers too fast with too much conviction twists my insides. When the three men who should be taking bullets for her stand by and let insults be thrown at her, how can I convince her otherwise?" | take-me-on west | Katie McGarry | |
| f4eeb39 | I convinced myself that everything was going to be okay. This is what happens when you believe in in hope. Karma comes around and destroy it. | hope karma | Katie McGarry | |
| 5f2a84b | If it wasn't for Noah, Echo would need me more... she would still be insecure, she would still be obsessing over the scars on her arms. She possibly wouldn't have recovered her memory of the night she got them. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't be moving on with her life. Damn him for being a great guy. | Katie McGarry | ||
| b6623f7 | My past told me no, but miracles had occured since Echo entered my life. | Katie McGarry | ||
| e3f3d1e | if you stay still, earth buries you, ready or not. | Annie Dillard | ||
| 4ad74e1 | A young wolfhound must meet his first wolf someday, but if the wolf sees him as a puppy, if he acts the puppy, the wolf will surely kill him. The wolfhound must be a wolfhound in the wolf's eyes even more than in his own, if he is to survive. | Robert Jordan | ||
| f553c08 | On the heights, all paths are paved with daggers. | Robert Jordan | ||
| 9c59836 | You're not asking me to guess the mind of Matrim Cauthon, are you?" Elayne asked. "I'm convinced that Mat only acts simple so that people will let him get away with more." | Robert Jordan | ||
| 95cf2a3 | The devil has made it his business to monopolize on three elements: noise, hurry, crowds. He will not allow quietness. | quiet solitude | Elisabeth Elliot | |
| c6d3307 | Maybe the critics are right. Maybe there's no escaping our great political divide, an endless clash of armies, and any attempts to alter the rules of engagement are futile. Or maybe the trivialization of politics has reached a point of no return, so that most people see it as just one more diversion, a sport, with politicians our paunch-bellied gladiators and those who bother to pay attention just fans on the sidelines: We paint our faces r.. | Barack Obama | ||
| 7f1e37e | Instead of the concrete individual, you have the names of organizations and, at the highest point, the abstract idea of the State as the principle of political reality. The moral responsibility of the individual is then inevitably replaced by the policy of the State (raison d'etat). Instead of moral and mental differentiation of the individual, you have public welfare and the raising of the living standard. The goal and meaning of individua.. | C.G. Jung | ||
| 24c02c6 | It was as if thousands and thousands of little roots and threads of consciousness in him and her had grown together into a tangled mass, till they could crowd no more, and the plant was dying. Now quietly, subtly, she was unravelling the tangle of his consciousness and hers, breaking the threads gently, one by one, with patience and impatience to get clear. | D. H. Lawrence | ||
| 9a53a7e | A fight like this was stunning, revealing not just how much he was on the lookout for enemies, but how she too was unable to abandon argument which escalated into rage. Neither of them would back off, they held bitterly to principles. Can't you tolerate people being different, why is this so important? If this isn't important, nothing is. The air seemed to grow thick with loathing. All over a matter that could never be resolved. They went t.. | fight | Alice Munro | |
| b14e1fc | We all make mistakes, don't we? But if you can't forgive yourself, you'll always be an exile in your own life. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| b0d5024 | I regret how much I believed in the future. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 0a642e5 | Yesterday I wanted to turn inside out. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| cdb12e6 | It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 37da543 | Your dad didn't die, so I won't be able to explain it to you. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| ab01283 | We tried so hard. We were always trying to help each other. But not because we were helpless. He needed to get things for me, just as I needed to get things for him. It gave us purpose. Sometimes I would ask him for something that I did not even want, just to let him get it for me. We spent our days trying to help each other help each other. I would get his slippers. He would make my tea. I would turn up the heat so he could turn up the air.. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 7e1caf5 | Between any two beings there is a unique, uncrossable distance, an unenterable sanctuary. Sometimes it takes the shape of aloneness. Sometimes it takes the shape of love. | love relationships | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| 31569c2 | My feelings have never once cared about what they should be. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| d0aaf85 | Everybody's got a mean side. Just don't feed it till it grows. | Denis Johnson | ||
| e80b2d1 | These thoughts were as familiar to her, and as comforting, as the precise configuration of her knees, their matching but competing, symmetrical and reversible, look. A second thought always followed the first, one mystery bred another: Was everyone else really as alive as she was? For example, did her sister really matter to herself, was she as valuable to herself as Briony was? Was being Cecilia just as vivid an affair as being Briony? Did.. | Ian McEwan | ||
| d2452f9 | My grandfather used to say: Life is astoundingly short. To me, looking back over it, life seems so foreshortened that I scarcely understand, for instance, how a young man can decide to ride over to the next village without being afraid that -not to mention accidents- even the span of a normal happy life may fall far short of the time needed for such a journey. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 578fbd8 | This perversion of the truth, familiar to the artist though it was, always unnerved him afresh and proved too much for him. What was a consequence of the premature ending of his fast was here presented as the cause of it! To fight against this lack of understanding, against a whole world of nonunderstanding, was impossible. | Franz Kafka | ||
| a5a5b81 | Our winters are very long here, very long and very monotonous. But we don't complain about it downstairs, we're shielded against the winter. Oh, spring does come eventually, and summer, and they last for a while, but now, looking back, spring and summer seem too short, as if they were not much more than a couple of days, and even on those days, no matter how lovely the day, it still snows occasionally. | seasons | Franz Kafka | |
| 2105dbe | ktb@ lrsy'l .. t`ny 'n t`ry nfska 'mm l'shbH , w hw shy lTlm knw yntZrwnh bfrG lSbr. ktb@ lqubl fyh l y`ny 'nh stSl l~ mknh lmqSwd , bynm `l~ l`ks , ytkhTfh l'shbH `l~ Twl lTryq." (kfk l~ mylyn)" | Franz Kafka | ||
| 032e78f | Chance and chance alone has a message for us. Everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out, is mute. Only chance can speak to us. We read its message much as gypsies read the images made by coffee grounds at the bottom of a cup. | Milan Kundera | ||
| ff8bbde | When his wife was at his side, she was also in front of him, marking out the horizon of his life. Now the horizon is empty: the view has changed. | marriage | Milan Kundera | |
| 94903a2 | What is unique about the "I" hides itself exactly in what is unimaginable about a person. All we are able to imagine is what makes everyone like everyone else, what people have in common. The individual "I" is what differs from the common stock, that is, what cannot be guessed at or calculated, what must be unveiled, uncovered, conquered." | Milan Kundera | ||
| 7004ea8 | They [human lives] are composed like music. Guided by his sense of beauty, an individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence (Beethoven's music, death under a train) into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual's life. Anna could have chosen another way to take her life. But the motif of death and the railway station, unforgettably bound to the birth of love, enticed her in her hour of despair with .. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 54ca08b | The woman he had loved most (he was thirty at the time) would tell him (he was nearly in despair when he heard it) that she held on to life by a thread. Yes, she did want to live, life gave her great joy, but she also knew that her 'i want to live' was spun from the threads of a spiderweb. It takes so little, so infinitely little, for someone to find himself on the other side of the border, where everything-- love, convictions, faith, histo.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| c6babb9 | We will never cease our critique of those persons who distort the past, rewrite it, falsify it, who exaggerate the importance of one event and fail to mention some other; such a critique is proper (it cannot fail to be), but it doesn't count for much unless a more basic critique precedes it: a critique of human memory as such. For after all, what can memory actually do, the poor thing? It is only capable of retaining a paltry little scrap o.. | memory | Milan Kundera | |
| b44b87f | what's the matter?" he asked "nothing" "what do you want me to do for you?" "i want you to be old. ten years older. twenty years older" what she meant was: i want you to be weak. as weak as i am." -- | Milan Kundera | ||
| 87178cb | We live in an age of reproduction. Most of what makes up our personal picture of the world we have never seen with our own eyes--or rather, we've seen it with our own eyes, but not on the spot: our knowledge comes to us from a distance, we are televiewers, telehearers, teleknowers. | Max Frisch | ||
| c73e535 | A piece of writing is a trap," he said cheerily, "and the best kind. A book, you see, is the only kind of trap that keeps its captive--which is knowledge--alive forever." | Tad Williams | ||
| 1bd89fe | Remember that each light between sunrise and sunset is worth dying for at least once. | light sun | Tad Williams | |
| 9ed2a21 | The strong look for more strength, the weak for excuses. | Margaret George | ||
| f52213e | I don't know, I don't feel right unless I've got the sea and mountains nearby. People are mostly a product of where they were born and raised. How you think and feel's always linked to the lay of the land, the temperature. The prevailing winds, even. | Murakami Haruki | ||
| eb049b3 | No, I don't want your money. The world moves less by money than by what you owe people and what they owe you. I don't like to owe anybody anything, so I keep to myself as much on the lending side as I can. | money murakami owe | Haruki Murakami | |
| d09f892 | Life is like a box of cookies. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| fc2cac3 | Constipation was one of the things she hated most in the world, on par with despicable men who commit domestic violence and narrow-minded religious fundamentalists. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 320bb9b | Music has that power to revive memories, sometimes so intensely that they hurt. But | Haruki Murakami |