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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 44802cd | But hands are sacred things. Touch is personal, fingers of love, feelers of blind eyes, tongues of those who cannot talk... | Keri Hulme | ||
| ae3224f | When I tried to remember her voice saying, 'Don't worry,' I found I had no memory for sounds. I couldn't imitate her voice. I couldn't even caricature it: when I tried to remember it, it was anonymous - just any woman's voice. The process of forgetting her had set in. We should keep gramophone records as we keep photographs. | Graham Greene | ||
| 075f63a | Growth is betrayal. | growth | John Updike | |
| 902231d | I like old men. They can be wonderful bastards because they have nothing to lose. The only people who can be themselves are babies and old bastards. | John Updike | ||
| 50ede7c | '`tqd 'n Hyty tqlyd lHy@ 'Sly@ yjb 'n tkwn `lyh , why kkl tqlyd .. mw'lm@ wmskyn@ yjb 'n tkhjl mnh ! | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 48a0dca | the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle. | orhan-pamuk snow snowflakes | Orhan Pamuk | |
| 368ef35 | I will either find a way, or make one. | Kate Elliott | ||
| 45846ba | Despite how entertaining certain stories were, at the bottom of every item of gossip there was someone getting hurt. | society truth | Sherwood Smith | |
| 45ca152 | The battle for our lives, and the lives and souls of our children, our husbands, our friends, our families, our neighbors, and our nation is waged on our knees. When we don't pray, it's like sitting on the sidelines watching those we love and care about scrambling through a war zone, getting shot at from every angle. When we do pray, however, we're in the battle alongside them, approaching God's power on their behalf. If we also declare the.. | inspirational | Stormie Omartian | |
| 5e8db66 | I believe in God. Maybe not the Catholic God or even the Christian one because I have a hard time seeing any God as elitist. I also have a hard time believing that anything that created rain forests and oceans and an infinite universe would, in the same process, create something as unnatural as humanity in its own image. I believe in God, but not as a he or she or an it, but as something that defines my ability to conceptualize within the r.. | religion | Dennis Lehane | |
| 619d881 | You have a humming dodo bird," I said stupidly." | Rick Riordan | ||
| 3769736 | I was wondering how you got all that out of a single moooooo | percy-jackson | Rick Riordan | |
| 331b867 | I plucked a ruby off the nearest plant and threw it at Hades. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 026913c | It's a strange thing, but somehow we expect more of girls than of boys. It is the sisters and wives and mothers, you know, Caddie, who keep the world sweet and beautiful. What a rough world it would be if there were only men and boys in it, doing things in their rough way! A woman's task is to teach them gentleness and courtesy and love and kindness. It's a big task, too, Caddie--harder than cutting trees or building mills or damming rivers.. | Carol Ryrie Brink | ||
| 83fc8a8 | People above you, they never want to share power with you. Why you look to them? They give you nothing. People below you, you give them hope, you give them respect, they give you power, cause they don't think they have any, so they don't mind giving it up. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| f61c92d | The Buggers have finally, finally learned that we humans value each and every individual human life... But they've learned this lesson just in time for it to be hopelessly wrong--for we humans do, when the cause is sufficient, spend our own lives. We throw ourselves onto the grenade to save our buddies in the foxhole. We rise out of the trenches and charge the entrenched enemy and die like maggots under a blowtorch. We strap bombs on our bo.. | buggers human-nature sacrifice value-of-life | Orson Scott Card | |
| 6552b9d | What a laugh, though. To think that one human being could ever really know another. You could get used to each other, get so habituated that you could speak their words right along with them, but you never know why other people said what they said or did what they did, because they never even know themselves. Nobody understands anybody. | understanding-oneself-and-others understanding-others | Orson Scott Card | |
| acb1ed6 | We could have chopped down the sycamore with this... | Brian Jacques | ||
| 9cfa62c | A farmer depends on himself, and the land and the weather. If you're a farmer, you raise what you eat, you raise what you wear, and you keep warm with wood out of your own timber. You work hard, but you work as you please, and no man can tell you to go or come. You'll be free and independent, son, on a farm. | Laura Ingalls Wilder | ||
| 1d6c73d | Phone calls like ours only happen when you've spent several years hurting and being hurt, until every work you utter or hear becomes coded and loaded, as complicated and full of subtext as a bleak and brilliant play. | Nick Hornby | ||
| e7c52f5 | Women's loyalty has to be earned with trust and affection, rather than barbaric rituals. The time has come to leave the old ways of suffering behind | Waris Dirie | ||
| 46c5b6c | At the age of fifteen he had bought off a twopenny stall in the market a duo-decimo book of recipes, gossip, and homilies, printed in 1605. His stepmother, able to read figures, had screamed at the sight of it when he had proudly brought it home. 1605 was 'the olden days', meaning Henry VIII, the executioner's axe, and the Great Plague. She thrust the book into the kitchen fire with the tongs, yelling that it must be seething with lethal ge.. | humor london | Anthony Burgess | |
| 0ed19d3 | There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 3f58d47 | You got shook and shook till there was nothing left. You lost your name and your body and your self and you just didn't care. | anthony-burgess book-quotes books | Anthony Burgess | |
| a91b7e1 | In a story you had to find a reason, but real life gets on very well without even Freudian motivations. | motivation reason | Anthony Burgess | |
| d30a40a | You were not put on this earth just to get in touch with God. That sort of thing could sap all the strength and the goodness out of a chelloveck. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 33bd306 | There she was, welcoming him in, farting prrrrrrp like ten thousand earthquakes, belching arrrp and og like a million volcanoes, while the whole universe roared with approving laughter. She swung tits like sagging moons at him, drew from black teeth an endless snake of bacon-rind, pelted him with balls of ear-wax and snuffled green snot in his direction. The thrones roared and the powers were helpless. Enderby was suffocated by smells: sulp.. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 0ca2c50 | Life's only choosing when to die. Life's a big postponement because the choice is so difficult. It's a tremendous relief not to have to choose. | interesting-quotes life | Anthony Burgess | |
| dbf124d | But the vain man did not hear him. Vain men never hear anything but praise. | vanity | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | |
| b77ba3a | For, to conceited men, all other men are admirers. | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | ||
| 5d3346f | Back in the day, I had this plan for the off chance that I was around for the whole end-of-the-world thing. It involved climbing up on my roof and blasting R.E.M.'s "It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" as loud as humanly possible, but real life rarely turns out that cool." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| e564ace | It was just a kiss and it was nearly too much and it still wasn't enough, and it was just beautiful. | romance ya | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 298ca6d | If I say thank you will you go away?" "Yes." "Thank you." "I lied." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 9441055 | God, I loved Daemon. | jennifer-armentrout katy-swartz lux opposition | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| c5c5840 | I smacked my hand across my mouth, muffling my scream. I wasn't sure what to be more freaked out about in this whole fucked-up situation-that light bulb wanted to kill me? or that he was a light bulb? or that Hunter could apparently shadow poof and put his hand inside someone? The options were limitless | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 537e9c2 | I smelled like an Upper Level demon. Roth was back and he was relatively unharmed. A Lilin had been born. Apparently an orgasm was apocalyptic. | layla roth | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 98395c5 | Don't make me sit here and watch you die. You don't do that to me. | layla roth | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 2a69e31 | Daemon cursed again and I moved, blocking him. "Who does that?" Daemon demanded.Heat rolled off his body. "Actually, Kiefer Sutherland did. In the original Buffy movie," he explained. When I continued to gape at him, he grimaced. "It was on TV a few nights ago. He threw one at Buffy and she caught it.""That was Donald Sutherland--the dad," Daemon corrected, much to my surprise.Blake shrugged"Same difference." "I'm not Buffy!" I yelled." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 5ba6edb | But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why, We can just make crazy together. | daemon insane | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 28d54d0 | We were all dressed like a ragtag group of reject ninjas. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 7cb0d58 | His shirt read MUGGLE IN THE STREETS, WIZARD IN THE SHEETS. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| bef3f86 | She giggled, then popped a lollipop back in her mouth. "Okay, before you tell me no, I already cleared it with Ash." I frowned. "Cleared what?" "Ash is throwing a little New Year's Eve party at her house. It's just going to be a few of us. Daemon is going." "Uh, I doubt Ash is okay with me going to her party." "No, she is." Dee pinged around the living room like a captured butterfly. "She promised she'd be cool with it. I think you're growi.. | dee-black humor katy-swartz | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| dc1a04f | An intercom popped on and Paris dais, "Knock. Knock." Static and then a woman's voice said, "Who's there?" Kat raised a brow at me, and I shrugged. "The interruption cow," Paris said, glancing at Luc, who shook his head. From the intercom, "The inter-" "Moooooo!" Pars dais, snickerin. Kat giggled. Archer rolled his eyes and shook his head. There was an audible huff from the intercom. "That was stupid. The gate is opening. Give ist a sec." ".. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| c89d82a | It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, lo.. | Edgar Allan Poe |