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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e36ae68 | It never ceased to amaze him how quickly a small child's face could turn from peach to beetroot. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 1fd8fc9 | Kryptonite doesn't bother me, either. | superhero-reference | stephenie meyer | |
| ba68ba0 | Can't you just thank me and get over it?" "Thank you." I waited, fuming and expectant. "You're not going to let it go, are you?" "No." "In that case . . . I hope you enjoy disappointment." We scowled at each other in silence. I was the first to speak, trying to keep myself focused. I was in danger of being distracted by his livid, glorious face. It was like trying to stare down a destroying angel. "Why did you even bother?" I asked frigidly.. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| d250346 | Laughter was like a fresh breeze - it cleaned its way through the body making everything feel good. Did other species have such a simple healer? | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| b6806f7 | Try not to trip," she added. "We don't have time for a concussion today." I groaned. That would be just like me - ruin everything, destroy the world, in a moment of klutziness." | funny bella-swan new-moon twilight-saga | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 04126a8 | Try not to get caught up in antiquated gender roles. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 882ae00 | This isn't about them. This is about Bella. She has never been the one for you, she had never chosen you, but you continue to destroy your life for her! | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 282fea9 | Damn it! This chick runs with vampires! | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 24cc94c | I have to step out for a second. Don't do anything funny while I'm gone. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 6df9134 | Isabella Swan? I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever. Will you marry me? | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| e62e62f | When he left, you spent all your energy holding on to him. You could be happy if you let go. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 2b4eb8d | That's certainly a problem. But that's not what I was thinking of. It's just that you are so soft, so fragile. I have to mind my actions every moment that we're together so that I don't hurt you. I could kill you quite easily, Bella, simply by accident." His voice had become just a soft murmur. He moved his icy palm to rest it against my cheek. "If I was too hasty... if for one second I wasn't paying enough attention, I could reach out, mea.. | romance twilight | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 7d1f4d2 | How did people do this - swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had... | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 5e7f3c7 | This was why I was here. This was why I would take whatever reception waited for me when I got back. Because, underneath all the anger and the sarcasm, Jacob was in pain. Right now, it was very clear in his eyes. I didn't know how to help him, but I knew I had to try. It was more than that I owed him. It was because his pain hurt me, too. Jacob had become a part of me, and there was no changing that now. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 32781d7 | I think I summed up my attitude to philosophy when I said: philosophy ought really to be written only as a poetic composition. | Ludwig Wittgenstein | ||
| cb27d3a | In writing The Invention of Wings, I was inspired by the words of Professor Julius Lester, which I kept propped on my desk: "History is not just facts and events. History is also a pain in the heart and we repeat history until we are able to make another's pain in the heart our own." | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| a92c05c | I felt amazed at the choosing one had to do, over and over a million times daily--choosing love, then choosing it again...how loving and being in love could be so different. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 938e968 | Still everyone, including the abbot, had said that he was running away from his grief. They'd had no idea what they were talking about. He'd cradled his grief, almost to the point of loving it. For so long he refused to give it up, because leaving it behind was like leaving her. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| de04224 | Habit is a compromise effected between the individual and his environment, or between the individual and his own organic eccentricities, the guarantee of a dull inviolability, the lightning-conductor of his existence. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 05dcca7 | From Beckett's "The Unnamable": "They love each other, marry, in order to love each other better, more conveniently, he goes off to the wars, he dies at the wars, she weeps, with emotion, at having loved him, at having lost him, yep, marries again, in order to love again..., more conveniently again, they love each other, you love as many times as necessary, as necessary in order to be happy, he comes back, the other comes back, from the war.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 09e2836 | It's a lot to ask of one creature, it's a lot to ask, that he should first behave as if he were not, then as if he were, before being admitted to that peace where he neither is, nor is not, and where the language dies that permits of such expressions. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 30714d9 | We are no longer the same, you wiser but not sadder, and I sadder but not wiser, for wiser I could hardly become without grave personal inconvenience, whereas sorrow is a thing you can keep adding to all your life long, is it not, like a stamp or an egg collection, without feeling very much the worse for it, is it not. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 1f6fab9 | Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned. | solitude friendship | Samuel Beckett | |
| 17df228 | I have spoken softly, gone my ways softly, all my days, as behoves one who has nothing to say, nowhere to go, and so nothing to gain by being seen or heard. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| c6fb3bf | In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness. | empty | Samuel Beckett | |
| efbacf8 | And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 5aae73d | What was God doing with himself before the creation? | Samuel Beckett | ||
| cc2e462 | que ferais-je sans ce monde que ferais-je sans ce monde sans visage sans questions ou etre ne dure qu'un instant ou chaque instant verse dans le vide dans l'oubli d'avoir ete sans cette onde ou a la fin corps et ombre ensemble s'engloutissent que ferais-je sans ce silence gouffre des murmures haletant furieux vers le secours vers l'amour sans ce ciel qui s'eleve sur la poussieere de ses lests que ferais-je je ferais comme hier comme aujour.. | poems french | Samuel Beckett | |
| b82016e | That is one of the many reasons why I avoid speaking as much as possible. For I always say either too much or too little, which is a terrible thing for a man with a passion for truth like mine. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| c512be1 | It shouldn't have happened at all, but their friendship had been cemented in only the time it took to get to school that morning - Adam demonstrating how to fasten the Camaro's ground wire more securely, Gansey lifting Adam's bike halfway into the trunk so they could ride to school together, Adam confessing he worked at a mechanic's to put himself through Aglionby, and Gansey turning to the passenger seat and asking, "What do you know about.. | the-dream-thieves richard-gansey-iii the-raven-cycle maggie-stiefvater | Maggie Stiefvater | |
| 5552d98 | To come to the end of a time of anxiety and fear! To feel the cloud that hung over us lift and disperse--the cloud that dulled the heart and made happiness no more than a memory! This at least is one joy that must have been known by almost every living creature. | Richard Adams | ||
| e9bb7a8 | Dangerous thing, a name. Someone might catch hold of you by it, mightn't they? | Richard Adams | ||
| f1f40ae | Have you ever happened, reader, to feel that subtle sorrow of parting with an unloved abode? The heart does not break, as it does in parting with dear objects. The humid gaze does not wander around holding back a tear, as if it wished to carry away in it a trembling reflection of the abandoned spot; but in the best corner of our hearts we feel pity for the things which we did not bring to life with our breath, which we hardly noticed and ar.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 09cfb5b | The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 1665e19 | His face was like the autumn sky, overcast one moment and bright the next. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| 6e2cccb | There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world - what I want to forget. | fiction marlow | Joseph Conrad | |
| 6986b53 | For a time I would feel I belonged still to a world of straightforward facts; but the feeling would not last long. Something would turn up to scare it away. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| d792c94 | I saw him open his mouth wide. . . as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| a264c72 | I didn't completely forget how to be nice or feminine because I have a career. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 65102d3 | But, especially in love, only counterfeit emotions exist nowadays. We have all been taught to mistrust everybody emotionally, from parents downwards, or upwards. Don't trust anybody with your real emotions: if you've got any: that is the slogan of today. Trust them with your money, even, but never with your feelings. They are bound to trample on them. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| a68f82b | The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on. He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door...and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother...I want to...fuck you | the-end killer kill | The Doors | |
| fdfac1e | Maybe life is a process of trading hopes for memories. | William T. Vollmann | ||
| ba74a4d | because life slips away, and because I need for the rest of my journey a star that will not play false to me, a compass that will not lie. | Alan Paton | ||
| b8172e1 | and for a moment he held out his hands as if to steady himself or as if to bless the ground there or perhaps as if to slow the world that was rushing away and seemed to care nothing for the old or the young or rich or poor or dark or pale or he or she. Nothing for their struggles, nothing for their names. Nothing for the living or the dead. | Cormac McCarthy |