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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ab700ba | Engaging with haters is like rearranging pictures on the Titanic. What's the point? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 44df336 | There is no cosmic scale on which you can weigh your actions; you learn too late what choices ruin the fragile balance. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 541ff21 | Stories are all around us, caught in the throats of the strangers you walk past and scrawled on the pages of locked diaries. They're in love letters that were never sent and between the lines of every conversation ever spoken. Just because your story's not written down doesn't mean it doesn't exist. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| a25108f | Prejudice goes both ways, you know. There are people who suffer from it, and there are people who profit from it. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| b76e571 | We are all drowning slowly in the tide of our opinions, oblivious that we are taking on water every time we open our mouths. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 202e99d | Fire and hope are connected, just so you know. The way the Greek told it, Zeus put Prometheus and Epimetheus in charge of creating life on earth. Epimetheus made the animals, giving out bonuses like swiftness and strenght and fur and wings. By the time Prometheus made man, all the best qualities had been given out. He settled for making them walk upright, and he gave them fire. Zeus, pissed off, took it away. But prometheus saw his pride a.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| c44ad43 | Jamie," I panted. He pushed his kilt out of the way and pressed my hand against him. "Bloody Christ," I said, impressed despite myself. My sense of propriety slipped another notch. "Fighting gives ye a terrible cockstand, after. Ye want me, do ye no?" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e5fdab3 | I may be out of bed, but I'm in no way equipped to conduct hypothetical conversations before I've had a cup of tea. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d13c6e4 | So now it's space and time," he said. "You ever watch Doctor Who on PBS?" "All the time," she said dryly, "on the BBC. And don't think I wouldn't sell my soul for a TARDIS." | doctor-who tardis time-travel | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 67baf88 | He bent and kissed me briefly, then headed for the door. Just short of it, though, he turned back. "The, um, sperms ..." he said, a little awkwardly. "Yes?" "Can ye not take them out and give them decent burial or something?" I hid my smile in my teacup. "I'll take good care of them," I promised. "I always do, don't I?" | the-fiery-cross | Diana Gabaldon | |
| a157208 | still I dinna expect anything to happen to me. But if it should...If it does, then I want there to be a place for you; I want someone for you to go to if I am...not there to care for you. If it canna be me, then I would have it be a man who loves you. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3edc145 | Ye gave me a child, mo nighean donn," he said softly, into the cloud of my hair. "We are together for always. She is safe; and we will live forever now, you and I." He kissed me, very lightly, and laid his head upon the pillow next to me. "Brianna," he whispered, in that odd Highland way that made the name his own." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9c3824a | It's a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here. | myth root | Diana Gabaldon | |
| be82fbf | He leaned close, rubbing his bearded cheek against my ear. 'And how about a sweet kiss, now, for the brave lads of the clan MacKenzie? Tulach Ard!' Erin go bragh,' I said rudely, and pushed with all my strength. | outlander | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 115074e | I notice how it takes a lazy man, a man that hates moving, to get set on moving once he does get started off, the same as when he was set on staying still, like it aint the moving he hates so much as the starting and the stopping. And like he would be kind of proud of whatever come up to make the moving or the setting still look hard. He set there on the wagon hunched up, blinking, listening to us tell about how quick the bridge went and ho.. | William Faulkner | ||
| 1d1cb18 | surely there is something in madness, even the demoniac, which Satan flees, aghast at his own handiwork, and which God looks on in pity.. | William Faulkner | ||
| d3ffb0e | how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life. | William Faulkner | ||
| b75bc83 | An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder | William Faulkner | ||
| 22e318a | It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow, feeling with each breath himself diffuse in the natural grayness, becoming one with loneliness and quiet that has never known fury or despair. "That was all I wanted," he thinks, in a quiet and slow amazement. "That was all, for thirty years. That didn't seem.. | literature | William Faulkner | |
| 0be75b1 | Her image had passed into his soul for ever and no word had broken the holy silence of his ecstasy. Her eyes had called him and his soul had leaped at the call. To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life! A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory. On and o.. | James Joyce | ||
| 4203ac1 | It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed to break off their intercourse; every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow. | James Joyce | ||
| 771e646 | You can't retire to weakness -- you've got to learn to control strength. | power strength weakness | Wallace Stegner | |
| d896ad2 | I will not pretend I wasn't petrified. I was. But mixed in with the awful fear was a glorious feeling of excitement. Most of the really exciting things we do in our lives scare us to death. They wouldn't be exciting if they didn't. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 6a99c02 | Humanity? Humanity is not concerned with us. Today anything is allowed. Anything is possible. | life | Elie Wiesel | |
| 25808a2 | But if the strength ain't real, I recall thinking the very last thing that day, before I finally passed out, then the weakness sure enough is. Weakness is true and real. I used to accuse the kid of faking his weakness. But faking proves the weakness is real. Or you wouldn't be so weak as to fake it. No, you can't ever fake being weak. You can only fake being strong. . . | Ken Kesey | ||
| c6df4eb | What a Life: Give some of us pills to stop a fit, give the rest shock to start one. | pills shock-therapy | Ken Kesey | |
| 51a4d6c | I am not sure whether he's sane. -If there's any doubt about the matter, he is. | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| fa94362 | I have seen wicked men and fools, a great many of both; and I believe they both get paid in the end; but the fools first. | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| 725a023 | This was the shocking thing; that the slime of the pit seemed to utter cries and voices; that the amorphous dust gesticulated and sinned; that what was dead, and had no shape, should usurp the offices of life. And this again, that that insurgent horror was knit to him closer than a wife, closer than an eye; lay caged in his flesh, where he heard it mutter and felt it struggle to be born; and at every hour of weakness, and in the confidence .. | Robert Louis Stevenson | ||
| 5aeed35 | La ilusion no se come - dijo ella. - No se come, pero alimenta - replico el coronel. | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| 122d88c | n lbshr l ywldwn dwm ywm tldhm 'mhthm, wnm tjbrhm lHy@ `l~ wld@ 'nfshm b'nfshm thny@ wlmrt `dyd@. | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| 7cc18a8 | I may be mad, he thought, but I prefer the shit of this world to whatever sweet ambrosias the next may offer. | Tom Robbins | ||
| a2a53ae | The loony legacy of money was that the arithmetic by which things were measured had become more valuable than the things themselves. | Tom Robbins | ||
| ae27950 | I'll bet I'm as old as you are." "I'm older than Sanskrit." "Well, I was waitress at the Last Supper." "I'm so old I remember when McDonald's had only sold a hundred burgers." "You win." | Tom Robbins | ||
| e2dd9a7 | If we can find someone who has earned the right to hear our story, we need to tell it. Shame loses power when it is spoken. In this way, we need to cultivate our story to let go of shame, and we need to develop shame resilience in order to cultivate our story. | Brené Brown | ||
| fb0b97a | I assumed that people weren't doing their best so I judged them and constantly fought being disappointed, which was easier than setting boundaries. Boundaries are hard when you want to be liked and when you are a pleaser hellbent on being easy, fun, and flexible. | Brené Brown | ||
| 09eec33 | For me, vulnerability led to anxiety, which led to shame, which led to disconnection, which led to Bud Light. | Brené Brown | ||
| 87f2911 | In Jungian circles, shame is often referred to as the swampland of the soul. I'm not suggesting that we wade out into the swamp and set up camp. I've done that and I can tell you that the swampland of the soul is an important place to visit, but you would not want to live there. What I'm proposing is that we learn how to wade through it. We need to see that standing on the shore and catastrophisizing about what could happen if we talked hon.. | Brené Brown | ||
| ed5c494 | Yes, I agree with Tennyson, who wrote, " 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." But heartbreak knocks the wind out of you, and the feelings of loss and longing can make getting out of bed a monumental task. Learning to trust and lean in to love again can feel impossible." | Brené Brown | ||
| 54e65a1 | Any questions?" "Ya why do your drawings suck so bad?" | Tite Kubo | ||
| 8130f9f | Money talks and walks, but it does not bark. | bloodhound clary-goodwin goodwin money tamora-pierce | Tamora Pierce | |
| eb57548 | Stefan shook his head. , he thought. | guts thinking | Tamora Pierce | |
| 8bacf41 | Reflect as if you have all of time, even when time is short. | Tamora Pierce | ||
| 05301a8 | Her free hand was clenched in a fist. I held still, waiting for her to say something, to tell me she should have never left me here, where her friends might look to me for help. Finally she looked at me. Her eyes were hard, but she'd let no tears fall. "This is where we blame those who are responsible, Cooper, she told me, her voice very soft. "The colemongers, and the bought Dogs at Tradesmen's kennel. We'll leave an offering for him with .. | bad-news blame dread grief guilt justice response | Tamora Pierce |