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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| dba4d4c | One of the few freedoms that we have as human beings that cannot be taken away from us is the freedom to assent to what is true and to deny what is false. Nothing you can give me is worth surrendering that freedom for. At this moment I'm a man with complete tranquillity...I've been a real estate developer for most of my life, and I can tell you that a developer lives with the opposite of tranquillity, which is perturbation. You're perturbed.. | Tom Wolfe | ||
| 28505a1 | Light is constant, we just turn over in it. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| 95152d5 | Boughton says he has more ideas about heaven every day. He said, "Mainly I just think about the splendors of the world and multiply by two. I'd multiply by ten or twelve if I had the energy." | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| ff8e518 | I would advise you against defensiveness on priciple. it precludes the best eventualities along with the worst. At the most basic level it expresses a lack of faith. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| eacb50a | Then there is the matter of my mother's abandonment of me. Again, this is the common experience. They walk ahead of us, and walk too fast, and forget us, they are so lost in thoughts of their own, and soon or late they disappear. The only mystery is that we expect it to be otherwise. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| 7a6a17b | This is not to say that joy is a compensation for loss, but that each of them, joy and loss, exists in its own right and must be recognised for what it is... So joy can be joy and sorrow can be sorrow, with neither of them casting either light or shadow on the other. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| 084d069 | I want to overhear passionate arguments about what we are and what we are doing and what we ought to do. I want to feel that art is an utterance made in good faith by one human being to another. I want to believe there are geniuses scheming to astonish the rest of us, just for the pleasure of it. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| 4f0eaae | I do what I want to do. It was a brash statement of(her)girlhood. Now she was an adult, the boast seemed quaint. For rarely do you know what you want. Even after you've done it you can't say clearly if that was what you'd wanted or just something that happened to you, like weather. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| af6077f | My color is my joy and not my burden... | Bebe Moore Campbell | ||
| 5441805 | I saw my whole life flash before my eyes, boss. It was horrific. I haven't done anything to regret yet and it's been way too brief. I at least want a license before I check out, you know? | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 3a09740 | You really don't want to take that tone with me. (Varyk) Well, I do have several others we can choose from. Contemptuous. Angry. Snide. Aggravated. How about I just settle on extreme sarcasm and we call it even? (Dev) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 7761f31 | But I had concluded that being myself, with all my intrinsic flaws, was more important than having the thing I wanted most. | Graeme Simsion | ||
| fa1b58e | Simon's walls were covered in what looked like pages ripped from a comic book, but when I squinted, I realized they were hand drawn. Some were black-and-white, but most were in full color, everything from character sketches to splash panels to full pages, done in a style that wasn't quite manga, wasn't quite comic book. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 9e5ae4e | This is so cool," I said as Dad walked away. "Have you met the tattoo artist? Is he hot? "He's a she," Mom said. "Is she hot? Cause I'm still young, you know. My sexual identity isn't fully formed." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| bc4c665 | With no chance to take off, I had to play my role, searching for the rendezvous spot, which gave me the excuse to look for an escape opportunity. Maybe a hole in the wall too small for Tori's mom to follow me through or a precarious stack of boxes I could topple onto her head or an abandoned hammer I could brain her with. I'd never "brained" anyone in my life, but with Tori's mom, I was willing to try." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 68d09df | So, let me get this straight," he said to me. "You save my ass and you're a loser. I stick up for you because of it and I'm a hero. How does that work?" "I don't know. But it's so sweet." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 4885fa8 | I'd been staring at the search term for at least five minutes. One word. Necromancer. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| cf09a72 | Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to a butterfly. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| a720ef3 | The moon was gone, but to the magician's eyes the unicorn was the moon, cold and white and very old, lighting his way to safety, or to madness. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| a24c317 | I'll miss you every day for the rest of my life. You're my heart and it'll go with you. I'll be here, and I'll hold your hand, and you focus on me, and when you leave me, you won't be alone. Don't be afraid. We won't be saying good-bye, baby. Just, 'til later. | T.A. Webb | ||
| 3738625 | Existence and proof are inseparables. You have to have the second to have the first. I | Jim Thompson | ||
| 9d782cd | I told her the world was full of nice people. I'd have hated to try to prove it to her, but I said it, anyway. | Jim Thompson | ||
| f5eee57 | He was staring off across the long broad fields, raising his eyes above the red clay soil to the horizon, looking across the fiery-red plains of Hell with its endless gauntlet of dead-brown imps---the cotton, the cotton, cotton, cotton---closing his eyes to them and seeing only the horizon and its towering ranks of derricks. Steel giants, snorting and chuckling amongst themselves; sneering wonderingly at the cotton and the bent-backed pigmi.. | Jim Thompson | ||
| c6138b8 | He was his own victim, his own slave. He had made personality a profession, created a career out of selling himself. And he could not stray far, or for long, from his self-made self. | Jim Thompson | ||
| 95cdfc3 | He picked her up and tossed her on the bed. They had a hell of a time. But afterward, after she had gone back to her own room, depression came to him and what had seemed like such a hell of a time became distasteful, even a little disgusting. It was the depression of surfeit, the tail of selfindulgence's kit. You flew high, wide, and handsome, imposing on the breeze that might have wafted you along indefinitely; and then it was gone, and do.. | Jim Thompson | ||
| 8f82a95 | He could be breaking apart inside and you'd never know it from the way he acted. He'd be just as pleasant and polite as if he didn't have a care in the world. You had to be careful with someone like that. You could never know what he was thinking. | Jim Thompson | ||
| 05e1311 | Our lives are about development, mutation and the possibility of change; that is almost a definition of what life is: change... If you disable change, if you effectively stop time, if you prevent the possibility of the alteration of an individual's circumstances -- and that must include at least the possibility that they alter for the worse -- then you don't have life after death; you just have death. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| a0f5a14 | Empathize with stupidity and you're halfway to thinking like an idiot, | Iain M. Banks | ||
| e4c7b58 | It is especially important to remember that the ownership of humans is possible too; not in terms of actual slavery, which they are proud to have abolished, but in the sense that, according to which sex and class one belongs to, one may be partially owned by another or others by having to sell one's labour or talents to somebody with the means to buy them. In the case of males, they give themselves most totally when they become soldiers; th.. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 839bdbd | God, what did any of it matter, in the end? You lived; you died. You were as indistinguishable from a distance as one of these blades of grass, and who was to say more important? Growing, surrounded by your kin, you out-living some, some out-living you. You didn't have to adjust the scale much, either, to reduce us to the sort of distant irrelevance of this bedraggled field. The grass was lucky if it grew, was shone upon and rained upon, an.. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 565eeed | Was Fergus Urvill anywhere, still? Apart from the body - whatever was left of him physically, down there in that dark, cold pressure - was there anything else? Was his personality intact somehow, somewhere? I found that I couldn't believe that it was. Neither was dad's, neither was Rory's, nor Aunt Fiona's, nor Darren Watt's. There was no such continuation; it just didn't work that way, and there should even be a sort of relief in the compr.. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| e41089f | I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the one where you have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can't make your body move fast enough... But this was no dream, and, unlike the nightmare, I wasn't running for my life: I was racing to save something infinitely more precious. My own life meant little to me today. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| f383736 | After all, what was more important, in the end, than love? | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| a347725 | She's with us. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 2283dd6 | Bella." Edward's voice was right beside me, relieved now. "Can you hear me?" "No," I groaned. "Go away." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 961c785 | It's always better to be kind. I'm glad I know why." -Wanda" | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| eb936a0 | You aren't exactly the best judge of what is or isn't dangerous. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 3e8f0a0 | Chill, Bella. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| a0554cd | No one dressed by me ever looks like an idiot. | humor inspirational | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 50d80b9 | It's an extraordinary thing to meet someone who you can bare your soul to and accept you for what you are. I've been waiting, for what seems like a very long time, to get beyond what I am. With Bella I feel like I can finally begin. So I'd like to propose a toast to my beautiful bride. No measure of time with you will be long enough. But let's start with forever. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| ed694fc | He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature-or rather mob justice-take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn't hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 70eecfb | Try not to trip. We don't have time for a concussion today. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| b7466a7 | Yeah, it's an off day when I don't get somebody telling me how edible I smell." - Bella Swan." | twilight-saga | Stephenie Meyer | |
| f1a3d58 | A tautology's truth is certain, a proposition's possible, a contradiction's impossible. | Ludwig Wittgenstein |