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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 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." | flying friendship funny humor lol love relief understanding wings | 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. | maya-angelou poetry | Maya Angelou | |
| f91c782 | Time plays tricks between here and home," said Mogget sepulchrally, frightening the life out of the telephone operator." | humor mogget time | 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. | catelyn-stark george-r-r-martin robb-stark 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.. | charles-de-lint childhood fantasy folklore magical-realism myth mythic-fiction power-of-stories troubled-backgrounds 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 | ||
| da40b15 | You're alive!" Fezzik cried. The man in black sat immobile, like a ventriloquist's dummy, just his mouth moving. "That is perhaps the most childishly obvious remark I have ever come across..." | fezzik no-duh obvious revival the-man-in-black weasly | William Goldman | |
| ca3f106 | I fear you may become a lonely man, even in the company of others. | Christopher Moore | ||
| a756ae9 | Will there be heinous fuckery, Pocket? | Christopher Moore | ||
| 38ebef1 | A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both. | Yvon Chouinard | ||
| 813a479 | Stories are bulls. Writers come of age full of vigor, and they feel the need to drive the old stories from the herd. One bull rules the herd awhile but then he loses his vigor and the young bulls take over. Stories are nations, empires. They can last as long as ancient Rome or as short as the Third Reich. Story-nations rise and decline. Governments change, trends rise, and they go on conquering their neighbors. Stories are people. I'm a st.. | Jess Walter | ||
| 857b4c8 | He wished he could reassure his mother: a man wants many things in life, but when one of them is also the right thing, he would be a fool not to choose it. | right-and-wrong | Jess Walter | |
| 68eae94 | If we were given one word of information in our entire history, how we'd treasure it! how we'd pore over ever syllable, divining it's meaning, arguing its importance; how we'd examine it and wring every lesson we could from it. Yet today we have trillions of words, tidal waves of information and the smallest detail of every action our government and businesses take is easily available to us at the touch of a button. And yet...we ignore it, .. | Karen Traviss | ||
| d5ead8a | When she said sweet things in my ear, it would slide right down into my heart | Heather O'Neill | ||
| f692609 | What she saw, she felt. Her eyes went straight to her heart. | emotion feel feelings perception sense sympathy | Jerry Spinelli | |
| 90ee553 | Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don't rent them out to tomorrow. | today | Jerry Spinelli | |
| 4b712c1 | Peace and harmony do not require perfection. Thank goodness for that--because life so often seems to be an itch here, a glitch there, a mess waiting to happen. Harmony is flexible. It bends with imperfection. So should you. | Jerry and Eileen Spinelli | ||
| 67624c8 | Work is finding yourself alone at the track when the weather kept everyone else indoors. Work is pushing through the pain and crappy first drafts and prototypes. It is ignoring whatever plaudits others are getting, and more importantly, ignoring whatever plaudits you may be getting. Because there is work to be done. Work doesn't want to be good. It is made so, despite the headwind. | Ryan Holiday | ||
| 0bc33a8 | we are always slow in admitting any great change of which we do not see the intermediate steps | Charles Darwin | ||
| 7e486b2 | Jean-Jacques Rousseau defined civilization as when people build fences. A very perceptive observation. And it's true--all civilization is the product of a fenced-in lack of freedom. The Australian Aborigines are the exception, though. They managed to maintain a fenceless civilization until the seventeenth century. They're dyed-in-the-wool free. They go where they want, when they want, doing what they want. Their lives are a literal journey... | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 3e9974b | It's not necessary to tell all you know. It's not ladylike- in the second place, folks don't like to have somebody around knowin' more than they do. | calpurnia-to-scout | Harper Lee | |
| a49d938 | The city glitters past us with its sharp edges, reminding us of how tiny, how weak, how totally unimportant we are. | Joe Meno | ||
| 85cae2a | For reasons I have yet to understand, many people don't like chemicals, which might explain the perennial movement to rid foods of them. <...> Personally, I am quite comfortable with chemicals, anywhere in the universe. My favorite stars, as well as my best friends, are all made of them. | popular-science | Neil deGrasse Tyson | |
| a09ae1a | Science is not just about seeing, it's about measuring, preferably with something that's not your own eyes, which are inextricably conjoined with the baggage of your brain. That baggage is more often than not a satchel of preconceived ideas, post-conceived notions, and outright bias. | Neil deGrasse Tyson | ||
| 1b4e4d7 | Human rights, dissidence, antiracism, SOS-this, SOS-that: these are soft, easy, post coitum historicum ideologies, 'after-the-orgy' ideologies for an easy-going generation which has known neither hard ideologies nor radical philosophies. The ideology of a generation which is neo-sentimental in its politics too, which has rediscovered altruism, conviviality, international charity and the individual bleeding heart. Emotional outpourings, soli.. | Jean Baudrillard | ||
| de2f1eb | It is wrong to ask for more than you give freely. In this way, we come to resemble what we hate. | freedom giving | Stephen R. Donaldson |