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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f70f5f0 | She wouldn't mind working with him - but not in the way Roland meant. Her way would include a dagger, a shovel, and an unmarked grave. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 9b67b76 | He didn't object as she took up a place at the head of the tub and dumped some of the tonic into his short hair. The sweet, night-filled scent of jasmine floated up, caressing and kissing her. Even Rowan breathed it in as she scrubbed the tonic into his scalp. "I could still probably braid this," she mused. "Very teensy-tiny braids, so - " He growled, but leaned back against the tub, his eyes closed. "You're no better than a house cat," she.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 97fc864 | I will bow to no one and nothing but my crown. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 69b8058 | I said, "Don't you have other things to deal with?" "Of course I do," he said, shrugging. "I have so many things to deal with that I'm sometimes tempted to unleash my power across the world and wipe the board clean. Just to buy me some damned peace." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 6d155a0 | She bellowed the last word with such soul-deep hatred that he felt it like a punch to the gut. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 840e4d1 | I lifted a hand toward that darkness, and met with a soft, silky material--his wing, cocooning and warming me. I traced my finger along it, and he shuddered, his arms tightening around me. "Your finger ... is very cold," he gritted out, the words hot on my neck. I tried not to smile, even as I tilted my neck a bit more, hoping the heat of his breath might caress it again. I dragged my finger along his wing, the nail scraping gently against .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 90d6c77 | His eyes blazed with hunger that matched her own, and she kissed him again, tugging him into her bedroom. He let her pull him, not breaking the kiss as he kicked the door shut behind them. And then there was only them, and skin against skin, and when they reached that moment when there was nothing more between them at all, Celaena kissed Chaol deeply and gave him everything she had. | chaol-westfall | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 57eafd5 | My name is Sam Cortland... and I will not be afraid. | the-assassin-s-blade throne-of-glass | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 6254478 | want you out of Velaris," Feyre breathed, her voice shaking. Nesta tried--tried and failed--not to feel the blow, the sting of the words. Though she didn't know why she was surprised by it. There were no paintings of her in this house, they did not invite her to parties or dinners anymore, they certainly didn't visit-- "And where," Nesta asked, her voice mercifully icy, "am I supposed to go?" Feyre only looked to Cassian. And for once, the .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 3d41c6a | Shivering, Elide rose. He seemed bigger with every step. But that wing remained extended, as if she were the animal in need of calming. As she reached his side, she could hardly breathe as she extended a hand and stroked the curving, scaly hide. It was surprisingly soft, like worn leather. And toasty, as if he were a furnace. Carefully, aware of the head he angled to watch her every move, she sat down against him, her back instantly warmed. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b4f00a4 | Shit. He was in such deep, unending shit. | rowan-whitethorn throne-of-glass throne-of-glass-book-4 throne-of-glass-series time time-passing | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 77a28c1 | I put a hand on my chest, leaning against the wood panels of the stair wall. Rhy's hand covered my own a heartbeat later. "That's what I felt," he said, "when I saw you smile that night we dined along the Sidra." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d32eeae | It might have looked beautiful, had she not known what corruption and filth dwelt within it. And what monstrosity ruled over it all. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 821182a | Who can tell truth from falsehood any more? I say it, and you feel it in your hearts: no man or woman on this big small earth. How should our sages miss the mark of life, and our most skillful players lose the game? | six-nonlectures truth wisdom | E.E. Cummings | |
| 92192e6 | Tinea la el! Ei, si? Si el tinea la ea, si unde scrie ca lucrul cel mai potrivit care urmau sa-l faca ei doi era sa-si rapeasca unul altuia libertatea? Numai pentru ca dintre atitia barbati ti-a placut la un moment dat unul singur? Acest moment dat nu e numai un "moment", cum spune si cuvintul, adica ceva trecator, dar mai e si "dat", adica impus de imprejurari. Nu e deci clar ca valoarea lui dispare indata ce dispar imprejurarile?" | Marin Preda | ||
| dfb9224 | i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands | somewhere-i-have-never-traveled | e.e. cummings | |
| 43e891a | We stopped to browse in the cases, and now that William - with his new glasses on his nose - could linger and read the books, at every title he discovered he let out exclamations of happiness, either because he knew the work, or because he had been seeking it for a long time, or finally because he had never heard it mentioned and was highly excited and titillated. In short, for him every book was like a fabulous animal that he was meeting i.. | books | Umberto Eco | |
| 79306f0 | In that face, deformed by hatred of philosophy, I saw for the first time the portrait of the Antichrist, who does not come from the tribe of Judas, as his heralds have it, or from a far country. The Antichrist can be born from piety itself, from excessive love of God or of the truth, as the heretic is born from the saint and the possessed from the seer. Fear prophets, Adso, and those prepared to die for the truth, for as a rule they make ma.. | fanaticism prophets religion | Umberto Eco | |
| 4c8f9b7 | The trouble with Clare was, not only that she wanted to have her cake and eat it too, but that she wanted to nibble at the cakes of other folk as well. | Nella Larsen | ||
| d4aa5c0 | We were always getting away with something, which implied that someone was always watching us, which mean were are not alone in this world. | Miranda July | ||
| ea315ec | We had fallen in love; that was still true. But given the right psychological conditions, a person could fall in love with anyone or anything. A wooden desk--always on all fours, always prone, always there for you. What was the lifespan of these improbable loves? An hour. A week. A few months at best. The end was a natural thing, like the seasons, like getting older, fruit turning. That was the saddest part--there was no one to blame and no.. | Miranda July | ||
| ba4d4fa | I nodded, pretending I was relaxed. I watched the sunlight sparkling on the water and practiced mind-body integration for a few seconds by quietly hyperventilating. | relaxing | Miranda July | |
| 7c29b15 | It would have been perfect if my grandfather hadn't interrupted us. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| 7aa9161 | I suppose one gets to know men quickest by the things they take for granted. | Mary Stewart | ||
| 39a5fb3 | Hell," Shane spit in disgust. "I can't hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her." He tossed her the bat. Claire grabbed it and came to a clumsy batting stance, wishing she'd paid more attention in phys ed. Lillian screamed again and ran into the open doorway of Eve's room. Eve, coming up the stairs, screamed, too, for different reasons. "Hey! That's my room, bitch!" | Rachel Caine | ||
| fd898b7 | She was starting to feel a little like a hamburger at a dieters' convention. Nobody was likely to snack on her, but absolutely everybody noticed she was edible. | Rachel Caine | ||
| 89a6eef | Oliver . . . well. Who knew if Oliver's problem was the disease or just a bad attitude? | Rachel Caine | ||
| c7566cf | It's a good thing I've got to live with you two or I'd be putting this on YouTube later. And mocking you | Rachel Caine | ||
| fefe176 | shane:you only love me for my abs clair:shut up loser shift off | Rachel Caine | ||
| d3e144b | Run first," Shane said. "Mourn later." It was the perfect motto for Morganville." "Chapter 13" | Rachel Caine | ||
| 1fb918f | Ever since I was fifteen, that is to say from that moment when I lost all that was left me of my childhood, from the moment when I ceased to be aware of the present and knew only the past hurrying into the future, that is to say into the abyss, ever since I became fully conscious of time I have felt old and I have wanted to live. I have run after life as though to catch time, and I have tried to live. I have run after life so much that it h.. | the-present time | Eugène Ionesco | |
| dc80995 | There isn't a story to tell, because a relationship is a story you construct together and take up residence in, a story as sheltering as a house. You invent this story of how your destinies were made to entwine like porch vines, you adjust to a big view in this direction and no view in that, the doorway that you have to duck through and the window that is jammed, how who you think you are becomes a factor of who you think he is and who he t.. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 1d0b1e2 | This is hurting me a lot more than it's hurting you," he said. It was his standard line, but I knew that this time he was right. Worse than the boil was the stuff that came out of it. What got to me, and got to him even worse, was the stench, which was unbearable, and unlike anything I had come across before. It was, I thought, what evil must smell like--not an evil person but the wicked ideas that have made him that way. How could a person.. | David Sedaris | ||
| 3bbe164 | clatter of a typewriter suggests that you're actually building something. | David Sedaris | ||
| 4d8b9f5 | Missing rubs the soul raw. | Sarah Dunant | ||
| 3673ff7 | Wait a minute," Hadrian said. "Was it a beat-up brown leather notebook? About this big?" He gestured with his hands. "Yes," the Patriarch said. Arista looked back and forth between them. "How do you know that?" "I know it because I have lived in the Crown Tower," the Patriarch said. "And you?" Arista looked at Hadrian, who hesitated. "Ha-ha! Of course, of course. I knew it!" Cosmos DeLur chuckled and clapped his hands together in single app.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 1f083f1 | This book is entirely dedicated to my wife, Robin Sullivan. Some have asked how it is I write such strong women without resorting to putting swords in their hands. It is because of her. She is Arista. She is Thrace. She is Modina. She is Amilia. And she is my Gwen. This series has been a tribute to her. This is your book, Robin. I hope you don't mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world. --ELTON JOHN, BER.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 16408bf | There are still eight of us," Guy pointed out. "Not exactly an even fight." "I was thinking the same thing," Mauvin said. "Sadly, there's no one else here we can ask to join your side." Guy looked at Mauvin, then Hadrian, for a long moment as the men glared across the ash at each other. Then he nodded and lowered his blade. "Well, I can see I'll have to report your misconduct to the archbishop." "Go ahead," Hadrian said. "His body is buried.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 409a9b0 | One of my teachers told me I was a nihilist. He meant it as an insult but I took it as a compliment. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 15e1ad1 | This time I read the title of the painting: Girl Interrupted at Her Music. Interrupted at her music: as my life had been, interrupted in the music of being seventeen, as her life had been, snatched and fixed on canvas: one moment made to stand still and to stand for all the other moments, whatever they would be or might have been. What life can recover from that? | life loss recovery sad stolen | Susanna Kaysen | |
| 84cb74e | I felt the sensation of each of the directions I mentally and emotionally turned into amazed at all the possible directions you can take with different motives that come in like it can make you a different person -- I've often thought of this since childhood of suppose instead of going up Columbus as I usually did I'd turn into Filbert would something happen that at the time is insignificant enough but would be like enough to influence my w.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 5bfe880 | don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 691f1a8 | From this, one can make a deduction which is quite certainly the ultimate truth of jigsaw puzzles: despite appearances, puzzling is not a solitary game: every move the puzzler makes, the puzzlemaker has made before; every piece the puzzler picks up, and picks up again, and studies and strokes, every combination he tries, and tries a second time, every blunder and every insight, each hope and each discouragement have all been designed, calcu.. | meditations puzzles | Georges Perec | |
| 3c5f5bb | But the real fierceness of desire, the real heat of a passion long continued and withering up the soul of a man, is the craving for identity with the woman that he loves. He desires to see with the same eyes, to touch with the same sense of touch, to hear with the same ears, to lose his identity, to be enveloped, to be supported. For, whatever may be said of the relation of the sexes, there is no man who loves a woman that does not desire t.. | Ford Madox Ford |