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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8fc1f3e | You couldn't have it if you DID want it. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| ca689ba | Well, it's no use your talking about waking him, said Tweedledum, when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real. I am real! said Alice, and began to cry. You won't make yourself a bit realer by crying, Tweedledee remarked: there's nothing to cry about. If I wasn't real, Alice said- half laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous- I shouldn't be able to cry. I hope you don't think those are .. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 3e65c75 | What do you suppose is the use of a child without any meaning? Even a joke should have some meaning-- and a child's more imporant than a joke, I hope. You couldn't deny that, even if you tried with both hands. | funny jokes meaning trying | Lewis Carroll | |
| 80c0a02 | Do let's pretend that I'm a hungry hyena, and you're a bone! | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 51b1ed5 | Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through the land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast - And half believe it true. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 9d96c3a | Josh is a romantic. He likes being in love, and he craves love to fill the void left by his absentee parents. Maybe our relationship didn't happen quickly because we're perfect for each other, but because we each got swept away by it - him because of this insatiable need, me because of my pre-existing crush. Did those three years of longing cloud my perception of reality? How well do I really know him? Since I've last seen him in person, I'.. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| f701fe3 | Why doesn't he have the same effect on them that he has on me? Don't they see him? | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| dd1b580 | It doesn't matter. I'm with you. I'm happy to be anywhere with you. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| cec95ac | How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him? | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 214b983 | Suddenly I register that St. Clair is shorter than Josh. Much shorter. It's odd I didn't notice earlier, but he doesn't carry himself like a short guy. Most are shy or defensive, or some messed-up combination of the two, but St. Clair is confident and friendly and-- | self-confidence short | Stephanie Perkins | |
| f41fcfd | But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else. | lola-and-the-boy-next-door love relationships stephanie-perkins | Stephanie Perkins | |
| 808c3bb | He grinned at me so unexpectedly I forgot to flap for a second and dropped several feet."You looove me," he crooned smugly holding his arms out wide, he added,"You love me this much." | James Patterson | ||
| 419bda8 | and I think that everything in life is kind of unreal, isn't it? | James Patterson | ||
| dd7298b | you'll see, jane,' he promised her. 'you'll forget me, and it won't hurt tomorrow. besides, you said it yourself: love means you can never be apart. so we'll never be apart, jane, because i love you so much. i'll always, always love you. | James Patterson | ||
| 3dc1262 | If you're not reading - with your heart as well as your brain - you will be one stupid grown up. Even worst, you'll be missing out on one of the best experiences you can possibly have. Nowhere will you meet more interesting people than in books. | James Patterson | ||
| c4e9df5 | Jeb climbed the ladder Fang had just lowered and I indulged in a moments fantasy about someone slamming the trapdoor on his head."-max" | James Patterson | ||
| 085bbfe | Can't Do is like Don't Care. Neither of them have a home. | Maya Angelou | ||
| 1ff7ef8 | I couldn't tell fact from fiction, Or if the dream was true My only sure prediction | poetry | Maya Angelou (Author) | |
| e2f1990 | Go," she whispered. "Go. Show them you spell your name W-O-M-A-N." | inspirational our-shared-shelf | Maya Angelou | |
| 2a07ad3 | Even now, she wished she could write a note, push it across the table, and go away to her room. But she was no longer a Second Assistant Librarian of the Great Library of the Clayr. Those days were gone, vanished with everything else that had defined her previous existence and identity. | fantasy identity | Garth Nix | |
| fc322b5 | I am Abhorsen..." He looked at the baby again and added, almost with a note of surprise, "Father of Sabriel" | Garth Nix | ||
| 4c3c58a | Robin Stewart] was your man. True for you, you had withdrawn the crutch from his sight, but still it should have been there in your hand, ready for him. For you are a leader-don't you know it? I don't, surely, need to tell you?-And that is what leadership means. It means fortifying the fainthearted and giving them the two sides of your tongue while you are at it. It means suffering weak love and schooling it till it matures. It means giving.. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 0592ebe | I have learned,' said Lymond, 'that kindness without love is no kindness. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| d80594b | The thing to remember when you're writing," he said, " is, it's not whether or not what you put on paper is true. It's whether it wakes a truth in your reader. I don't care what literary device you might use, or belief systems you tap into--if you can make a story true for the reader, if you can give them a glimpse into another way of seeing the world, or another way that they can cope with their problems, then that story is a succes." | Charles de Lint | ||
| 2a30f90 | Well, you know this world isn't perfect.' 'No, you're wrong. This world IS perfect, people just come along and mess it up sometimes. | Charles De Lint | ||
| aec9193 | When the climbers in 1953 planted their flags on the highest mountain, they set them in snow over the skeletons of creatures that had lived in the warm clear ocean that India, moving north, blanked out. Possibly as much as twenty thousand feet below the seafloor, the skeletal remains had turned into rock. This one fact is a treatise in itself on the movements of the surface of the earth. If by some fiat I had to restrict all this writing to.. | geology | John McPhee | |
| ac8f4de | Soon you give up, don't look for her anymore, either in the town or at night or in the daytime. Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 6c08b20 | I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say I've always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness I've always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it's so like me. | sadness | Marguerite Duras | |
| 058bc74 | In a thousand years time this day will have existed for a thousand years to the day. And the ignorance of the whole world about what they've said today will have a date too. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| ecd168b | George, she says it's the truth that matters. We live and die for the chance to maybe tell a little bit of the truth, maybe shame the Devil just a little bit before we go. | truth truth-inspirational | Mira Grant | |
| 5f48364 | I suppose I was dying again, so I asked the Lord of Permanent Affection for the strength to live the day. Clearly, the answer came in the affirmative." "I didn't know there was such a Fellow," Buttercup said. "Neither did I, in truth, but if He didn't exist, I didn't much want to either." | William Goldman | ||
| cd77fb0 | You are wonderful, Father.""I'm more than wonderful, how dare you insult me." | William Goldman | ||
| ff93b94 | She emptied her mind of all thought of herself, of her children, of all anger, of all rebellion, of all questions. Then with a profound and deeply willed desire to believe, to be heard, as she had done every day since the murder of Carlo Rizzi, she said the necessary prayers for the soul of Michael Corleone. | Mario Puzo | ||
| e5ba199 | Taste of metal on my tongue. Poison the color of envy- I'm delirious, you're delicious, I'm deluded and delusional. I'm lost without you. I need you. | dan-humphrey gossip-girl | Cecily von Ziegesar | |
| 8bda5a8 | What business does memory have with time? | memory time | Jess Walter | |
| 21cad41 | Lonely children probably wrote the Bible. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| e272f68 | Events become feelings, feelings become events | Jerry Spinelli | ||
| 69b9310 | He tapped my chest. 'Happy is here.' He tapped his own chest. 'Here.' I looked down past my chin. 'Inside?' 'Inside.' It was getting crowded in there. First angel. Now happy. It seemed there was more to me than cabbage and turnips. | happy milkweed warsaw | Jerry Spinelli | |
| c5707e6 | It's okay to be discouraged. It's not okay to quit. To know you want to quit but to plant your feet and keep inching closer until you take the impenetrable fortress you've decided to lay siege to in your own life--that's persistence. | Ryan Holiday | ||
| e9bd460 | We will now discuss in a little more detail the Struggle for Existence. | Charles Darwin | ||
| 7d8eb44 | I believed that I was approaching the end of my days without having tasted to the full any of the pleasures for which my heart thirsted...without having ever tasted that passion which, through lack of an object, was always suppressed. ...The impossibility of attaining the real persons precipitated me into the land of chimeras; and seeing nothing that existed worthy of my exalted feelings, I fostered them in an ideal world which my creative .. | philosophy romantics | Jean-Jacques Rousseau | |
| eac9d8e | The people of England regards itself as free; but it is grossly mistaken; it is free only during the election of members of parliament. As soon as they are elected, slavery overtakes it, and it is nothing. | Jean-Jacques Rousseau | ||
| 7b7b881 | summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screeneed porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat;it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape. | Harper Lee | ||
| a18aad8 | Beneath all of her thoughts and worries, beneath the complication of conflicting identities and needs, maybe it's as simple as loving the way some other person looks when they're sleeping. | Joe Meno |