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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8b68724 | The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die | William Shakespeare | ||
| 61310fa | Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye. | true love | William Shakespeare | |
| 1edcec3 | Few love to hear the sins they love to act. | hearing sin | William Shakespeare | |
| fa43dee | His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it. | revenge threat | William Shakespeare | |
| ad98c5b | A second chance--that's the delusion. There never was to be but one. We work in the dark--we do what we can--we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art. | Henry James | ||
| 1da3930 | She envied Ralph his dying, for if one were thinking of rest that was the most perfect of all. To cease utterly, to give it all up and not know anything more - this idea was as sweet as a vision of a cool bath in a marble tank, in a darkened chamber, in a hot land. ... but Isabel recognized, as it passed before her eyes, the quick vague shadow of a long future. She should never escape; she should last to the end. | Henry James | ||
| 0ce0256 | They were dancing around the fountain, arm in arm, in an old Dutch dance, their cheeks touching, their hands entwined. They had no music; they hummed. And there was no reason for them to be dancing that Peter Lake could see, except that it was an exceptionally beautiful night. | Mark Helprin | ||
| a259c16 | I'm not afraid," Rafi said. "Why not?" "If I die tomorrow it will have been useless to have been afraid today." | Mark Helprin | ||
| c29a390 | Grief dares us to love once more. | Terry Tempest Williams | ||
| 8f3cd89 | I want to feel both the beauty and the pain of the age we are living in. I want to survive my life without becoming numb. I want to speak and comprehend word of wounding without having these words becomg the landscape where I dwell. I want to possess a light touch that can elevate darkness to the realm of stars. | Terry Tempest Williams | ||
| 52f67ed | I'm sure I'm not Ada for her hair goes in such long ringlets, and mine does'nt go in ringlets at all; and I'm sure I'm not Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she's she and I'm I, and-oh dear, how puzzling it all is! i'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is tweleve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is-oh dear! I shall never get to tewnty at that rate! However, the Multiplica.. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| a3a5afe | I quite agree with you," said the Duchess; "and the moral of that is--'Be what you would seem to be'--or, if you'd like it put more simply--'Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise." | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 671c6c5 | You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret: All the best people are. | lewis-carroll | Lewis Carroll | |
| 139019d | And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry, And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, "The rest next time--" "It is next time!" The Happy voice cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland" | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 8aac31e | This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got up in great disgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and neither of the others took the least notice of her going, though she looked back once or twice, half hoping that they would call after her: the last time she saw them, they were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot. At any rate I'll never go THERE again!' said Alice as she picked her way through .. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 412ceb7 | The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, | Lewis Carroll | ||
| de053ae | I wonder if the snow the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 2023a48 | Art like life is an open secret. | life | Lawrence Durrell | |
| 190a6ff | Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down. | Lawrence Durrell | ||
| db1e411 | We live" writes Pursewarden somewhere, "lives based upon selected fictions. Our view of reality is conditioned by our position in space and time - not by our personalities as we like to think. Thus every interpretation of reality is based upon a unique position. Two paces east or west and the whole picture is changed." | Lawrence Durrell | ||
| 6626d86 | One more, final question came from the audience on my last night in Newtown, and it was the one I most did not want to hear: "Will God protect my child?" I stayed silent for what seemed like minutes. More than anything I wanted to answer with authority, "Yes! Of course God will protect you. Let me read you some promises from the Bible." I knew, though, that behind me on the same platform twenty-six candles were flickering in memory of victi.. | Philip Yancey | ||
| ee9cbb7 | Christians are not perfect, by any means, but they can be people made fully alive. | Philip Yancey | ||
| 1979d69 | I'm just saying that if it were Anna, I'd want to meet her coworkers. See where she's spending her time." I stare at him, hard. "Obviously." | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| d72a529 | Everyone is worthy of love." - Hattie" | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 482d480 | Isla." Josh's voice catches on my name. "You look beautiful." Because I see it in his eyes, I feel it in my heart. He takes my hand. His skin touches mine, and he's real again. And then we lose restraint, and he sweeps me into an embrace and kisses my cheek. And then again. I hug him. He squeezes me too hard in return, but it's wonderful and perfect and sublime." | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 2f497d1 | Did you wake me up... to talk about candy? | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 579db8b | I watched the way our fingers intertwined, and I thought, What are hands made for but this? For holding. For holding on. | James Patterson | ||
| 1df8961 | Why, the little Voice inside my head, of course. You mean you don't have one? I did. | James Patterson | ||
| 7bbe6de | Fang swerved closer to me, big and supremely graceful, like a black panther with wings. Oh, God. I'm so stupid. Forget I just said that. "He needs a Band-Aid," I said. A look passed between me and Fang, full of suppressed humor, relief, understanding,love -- Forget I said that too. I don't know what's wrong with me." | understanding funny friendship humor love flying wings relief lol | James Patterson | |
| b993dfd | It was like meeting someone out of your dreams, or fantasies, or a beloved character from a favorite book. | James Patterson | ||
| 93ff430 | Write about us," Robinson urged. "Tell our story." And I did it; I told our story. You hold it in your hands." | story | James Patterson | |
| 49e6fa7 | Neither the mouse nor the boy was the least bit surprised that each could understand the other. Two creatures who shared a love for motorcycles naturally spoke the same language. | Beverly Cleary | ||
| 4345b2d | The sign of a great man is how you handle defeat. - Old Jack | Jeffrey Archer | ||
| baad5fd | See, you don't have to think about doing the right thing. If you're for the right thing, then you do it without thinking. | Maya Angelou | ||
| d11ee15 | Oh, Black known and unknown poets, how often have your auctioned pains sustained us? Who will compute the lonely nights made less lonely by your songs, or by the empty pots made less tragic by your tales? If we were a people much given to revealing secrets, we might raise monuments and sacrifice to the memories of our poets, but slavery cured us of that weakness. | Maya Angelou | ||
| 62ebb0c | Soft you day, be velvet soft, My true love approaches, Look you bright, you dusty sun, Array your golden coaches. Soft you wind, be soft as silk My true love is speaking. Hold you birds, your silver throats, His golden voice I'm seeking. Come you death, in haste, do come My shroud of black be weaving, Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet, My true love is leaving. | poetry maya-angelou | Maya Angelou | |
| f91c782 | Time plays tricks between here and home," said Mogget sepulchrally, frightening the life out of the telephone operator." | time humor mogget | Garth Nix | |
| f2b9171 | I'll sing you a song of the long ago - Seven shine the shiners, oh! What did the Seven do way back when? Why, they wove the Charter then! Five for the warp, from beginning to end. Two for the woof, to make and mend. That's Seven, but what of the Nine - What of the two who chose not to shine? The Eighth did hide, hide all away, But the Seven caught him and made him pay. The Ninth was strong and fought with might, But lone Orannis was put o.. | Garth Nix | ||
| 2746329 | Did you teach him wisdom as well as valor, Ned! She wondered. Did you teach him how to Kneel! The grave yards of the Seven Kinfdoms are full of brave men who had never learned that lesson. Cat. | robb-stark catelyn-stark george-r-r-martin winter-is-coming winterfell | George R.R. Martin | |
| 89e6722 | Some years ago I had a conversation with a man who thought that writing and editing fantasy books was a rather frivolous job for a grown woman like me. He wasn't trying to be contentious, but he himself was a probation officer, working with troubled kids from the Indian reservation where he'd been raised. Day in, day out, he dealt in a concrete way with very concrete problems, well aware that his words and deeds could change young lives for.. | myth fantasy charles-de-lint power-of-stories troubled-backgrounds magical-realism childhood mythic-fiction folklore urban-fantasy | Terri Windling | |
| 6ecd393 | The best change you can make is to hold up a mirror so that people can look into it and change themselves. That's the only way a person can be changed." By looking into yourself," Zia said. "Even if you have to look into a mirror that's outside yourself to do it." "And you know," Maida added. "That mirror can be a story you hear, or just someone else's eyes. Anything that reflects back so you can see yourself in it." | crow-girls | Charles de Lint | |
| b729be1 | Words don't change their shape, they change their meaning, their function...They don't have a meaning of their own any more, they refer to other words that you don't know, that you've never read or heard...you've never seen their shape, but you feel...you suspect...they correspond to...an empty space inside you...or in the universe... | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 244cb75 | To be feared of a thing and yet to do it, is what makes the prettiest kind of a man. | fear | Robert Louis Stevenson | |
| 4de0d12 | The world must be all fucked up," he said then, "when men travel first class and literature goes as freight." | Gabriel García Márquez |