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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5334506 | I was confident that I was a special person. But time slowly chips away at life. People don't just die when their time comes. They gradually die away, from the inside. And finally the day comes when you have to settle accounts. Nobody can escape it. People have to pay the price for what they've received. I have only just learned that truth. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 2d54aff | Nah, I shook my head, things that come out of nowhere go back to nowhere, that's all. We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died long ago. Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claimed me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness. | separation | Haruki Murakami | |
| 254e1c9 | We were young, and we had no need for prophecies. Just living was itself an act of prophecy. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d8c7131 | A fire can be any shape it wants to be. It's free. So it can look like anything at all, depending on what's inside the person looking at it. If you get this deep, quiet kind of feeling when you look at a fire, that's because it's showing you the deep, quiet kind of feeling you have inside yourself... | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 6245406 | Now for a good twelve-hour sleep, I told myself. Twelve solid hours. Let birds sing, let people go to work. Somewhere out there, a volcano might blow, Israeli commandos might decimate a Palestinian village. I couldn't stop it. I was going to sleep. | israeli-palestinian-conflict sleep volcano | Haruki Murakami | |
| 97a5349 | tw z mrg nmytrsy? - rstsh nh, khly adm byrzsh dydhm khh mrdn, w gr anh btwnnd bmyrnd, mn hm mytwnm. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| e717b14 | Have your dream...What you need now more than anything is discipline. Cast off mere words. Words turn into stone. (from Thailand) | dreams words | Haruki Murakami | |
| 1b352ad | If you lose your ego, you lose the thread of that narrative you call your Self. Humans, however, can't live very long without some sense of a continuing story. Such stories go beyond the limited rational system (or the systematic rationality) with which you surround yourself; they are crucial keys to sharing time-experience with others. Now a narrative is a story, not a logic, nor ethics, nor philosophy. It is a dream you keep having, whet.. | lose-one-s-self self-identity | Haruki Murakami | |
| 0737876 | It may well be that we can never fully adapt to our own deformities. Unable to find a place inside ourselves for the very real pain and suffering that these deformities cause, we come here to get away from such things. As long as we are here, we can get by without hurting others or being hurt by them because we know that we are "deformed". That's what distinguishes us from the outside world: most people go about their lives unconscious of t.. | flaws hurt lives outside-world people precondition truth | Haruki Murakami | |
| 6b6ae5b | Men don't need linguistic talent; they just need courage and words. | truth | Helen Fisher | |
| c7d100e | We know ourselves only as far as we've been tested. | Wisława Szymborska | ||
| c2acf8c | We frequently pass so near to happiness without seeing, without regarding it, or if we do see and regard it, yet without recognizing it. | Alexandre Dumas | ||
| b1f4742 | When one loves, one is only too ready to believe one's love returned. | Alexandre Dumas | ||
| 90d578a | High School is the penalty for transgressions yet to be specified. | Frank Portman | ||
| a4842e4 | The fact is I am quite happy in a movie, even a bad movie. Other people, so I have read, treasure memorable moments in their lives... | Walker Percy | ||
| 895b7a5 | If poets often commit suicide, it is not because their poems are bad but because they are good. Whoever heard of a bad poet committing suicide? The reader is only a little better off. The exhilaration of a good poem lasts twenty minutes, an hour at most. Unlike the scientist, the artist has reentry problems that are frequent and catastrophic. | poetry reentry-problems suicide | Walker Percy | |
| 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. | families humor | 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 |