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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0522c42 | Usually, there is nothing more pleasing that returning to a place where you have endured hardship. | travel return pleasure | Tahir Shah | |
| 7de7b03 | Mirabelle is attractive; it's just that she is never the first or second girl chosen. | Steve Martin | ||
| 1d8a0d7 | Her silence was worth more to her than a thousand words.In that silence,she had peace and clarity.Except during the night,when her own jumbled thoughts would keep her awake. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 19885fb | Rosie: I don't know what you're talking about! I am not waiting for Alex! Ruby: Yes you are, my dear friend. He must be some man because nobody can ever measure up to him. And I know that's what you do every time you meet someone: compare. I'm sure he's a fabulous friend and I'm sure he always says sweet and wonderful thing to you. But he's not here. He's thousands of miles away, working as a doctor in a great big hospital and he lives in a.. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 5f73746 | I used to think that it was better to have too much than too little, but now I think if the too much was never supposed to be yours, you should just take what is yours and give the rest back. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| fd7e8fa | Holly smiled weakly. Gerry would know exactly how she was feeling, he would know exactly what to say and he would know exactly what to do. He would give her one of his famous hugs and all her problems would melt away. She grabbed a pillow from her bed and hugged it tight. She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone. And the depressing thing was that she couldn't imagine ever embracing anyone the same way ag.. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| d7cb604 | Elizabeth's hands flew to her mouth; tears filled her eyes with happiness as she realized he was fulfilling yet another of her and her mother's intended activities. "Why are you fulfilling all of my mother's dreams?" she asked, studying his face and searching for answers. "So you don't run away like she did in search of them," he replied, taking her hand. "Come on, join in!" he said, leaping around." | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| b12a1fb | Rosie: Marrying someone you don't love is not right. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 2904c4d | He was comparing you to the butterflies that you both adore and cherish, and he said you were special for the same reasons: you were rare, exotic and entirely you. He said you're beautiful exactly the way are now. | names true-love love inspirational exotic cecelia-ahern | Cecelia Ahern | |
| a4eb70e | Wealth can also be that attitude of gratitude with which we remind ourselves everyday to count our blessings. | Chris Gardner | ||
| 8787193 | so i do what i do best. i move in the opposite direction. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| b6b6ce4 | I was starting to see that what looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you understood what you wanted out of it. | understanding life truth garbage crisis yourself | Jodi Picoult | |
| 473a9dc | I could not remember my first kiss, but I could have told you Charlotte would be my last. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| aab9f40 | I] don't think I was trying to kill myself. I just wanted to hurt, and understand exactly whay I was hurting. This made sense: you cut, you felt pain, period. | humor life | Jodi Picoult | |
| 110994c | Do you know how, when you are on the verge of a breakdown, the world pounds in your ears; a rush of blood, of consequence? Do you now how it feels when the truth cuts your tongue to ribbons, and still you have to speak it? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 394962a | Houses are cellular walls; they keep our problems from bleeding into everyone else's. | problems | Jodi Picoult | |
| eb44531 | My grandmother told me that her father used to ask her a riddle: What must you break apart in order to bring a family close together? Bread, of course. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 86b9318 | Grandmothers in Botswana tell their children that if you want to go quickly, go alone. If you want to go far, you must go together. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| a7cbdc5 | The thing that most people didn't understand, if they weren't in his line if work, was that a rape victim and a victim of a fatal accident were both gone forever. The difference was that the rape victim still had to go through the motions of being alive. | rape tenth-circle sexual-assault victim survivor | Jodi Picoult | |
| 4211849 | There are so many ways to betray someone. You can whisper behind his back. You can deceive him on purpose. You can deliver him into the hands of his enemy, when he trusts you. You can break a promise. The question is, if you do any of those things, are you also betraying yourself? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 9d59738 | Jacob like a totally normal young man. He's clearly intelligent. But having his day disrupted probably makes him feel the same way I would if I was suddenly told to bungee off the top of the Sears Tower. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 7aca668 | What could it be like to find out, in a matter of minutes, that the person you believed the sun rose and set on was not the person you'd thought? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| afee75f | Could it be as simple as that? Could love be not grand gestures or empty vows, not promises meant to be broken, but instead a paper trail of forgiveness? A line of crumbs made of memories, to lead you back to the person who was waiting? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| ea75bc2 | It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach," he said simply." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d35b163 | We are bound, you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you."One large hand rose to stroke my hair."D'ye mind the blood vow that I swore ye when we wed?" "Yes, I think so. 'Blood of my blood, bone of my bone...'" "I give ye my body, that we may be one," he finished. "Aye, and I have kept that vow, Sassenach, and so have you." He turned me slightly,and one hand cupped itself gently over the tiny swell of my stomach. "Blood.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| afc76fe | He shook his head and squeezed my hand tight. "You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered, "You are my heart-- I am your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?" --Jamie" -- | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b87bfc6 | If one day, a bhailach...ye should meet a verra large mouse named Michael-ye'll tell him your grandsire sends his regards. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8038e0b | One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too. | William Faulkner | ||
| 989acd0 | Did you ever have a sister? did you? | William Faulkner | ||
| ec36488 | He thought that it was loneliness which he was trying to escape and not himself. But the street ran on: catlike, one place was the same as another to him. But in none of them could he be quiet. But the street ran on in its moods and phases, always empty: he might have seen himself as in numberless avatars, in silence, doomed with motion, driven by the courage of flagged and spurred despair; by the despair of courage whose opportunities had .. | William Faulkner | ||
| 38f2d6b | Between grief and nothing I will take grief. | William Faulkner | ||
| e5dd6df | That's what they mean by the womb of time: the agony and the despair of spreading bones, the hard girdle in which lie the outraged entrails of events. | William Faulkner | ||
| d851132 | I wish some man or other would take me sometime when hes there and kiss me in his arms theres nothing like a kiss long and hot down to your soul almost paralyses you...I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and waves rushing then the beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about.. | James Joyce | ||
| 261312e | The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. Paintings of Moreau are paintings of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the words of Hamlet bring our mind into contact with the eternal wisdom; Plato's world of ideas. All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys. | James Joyce | ||
| 488ab8f | The intellectual imagination! With me all or not at all. NON SERVIAM! | James Joyce | ||
| dee4325 | I'll tickle his catastrophe. | James Joyce | ||
| 34b6b94 | wherever you find the greatest good, you will find the greatest evil, because evil loves paradise as much as good. | good philosophy paradise | Wallace Stegner | |
| 6dff13e | In a way, it is beautiful to be young and hard up. With the right wife, and I had her, deprivation became a game. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| fb725a0 | Well, maybe it started that way. As a dream, but doesn't everything. Those buildings. These lights. This whole city. Somebody had to dream about it first. And maybe that is what I did. I dreamed about coming here, but then I did it. | dreams journeyss lights | Roald Dahl | |
| 77cdc33 | Words', he said, 'is oh such a twitch-tickling problem to me all my life. So you must simply try to be patient and stop squibbling. As I am telling you before, I know exactly what words I am wanting to say, but somehow or other they is always getting squiff-squiddled around. | words | Roald Dahl | |
| 23038e8 | All that five thousand kids lived in those five thousand houses, owned by guys that got off the train. The houses looked so much alike that, time and time again, the kids went home by mistake to different houses and different families. Nobody ever noticed. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 285bcfc | For now he knew what Shalimar knew: If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 43f8d60 | There's a difference between writing for a living and writing for life. If you write for a living, you make enormous compromises.... | Toni Morrison | ||
| def2908 | Most troubles are unnecessary. We have Nature beaten; we can make her grow wheat; we can keep warm when she sends blizzards. So we raise the devil just for pleasure--wars, politics, race-hatreds, labor-disputes. | Sinclair Lewis |