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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 59abe0f | A kid might help another kid who fell into a river, and a kid might help another kid search for a lost baseball, but there isn't a kid I've met who will help another kid out of a humiliating situation. We just aren't built that way. | David Lubar | ||
| f29645d | Let's not get naughty. How about homicidal instead? | jaci | Lora Leigh | |
| 267250d | She snorted. I haven't negotiated near enough where you are concerned, Jacob. If I had, I wouldn't have suffered with terminal horniness for the past six years. I get my coffee, you get the sex. No limits allowed. No crying foul if you can't keep up. How much coffee can you drink? he asked her suspiciously. Faith made certain her smile was innocent and non-threatening. The question is, Jacob, how often can you fuck? | Lora Leigh | ||
| ba58541 | I need you more than I need freedom. | Lora Leigh | ||
| 39c1100 | T]he Christian is unable to sin and not care ... They may sin, but they cannot do so comfortably and continually. They are very much aware of their wrong actions, and they are very miserable. | inspirational religious | Joyce Meyer | |
| 5dc69cc | People living in the vanity of their own mind not only destroy themselves, but far too often, they bring destruction to others around them. | Joyce Meyer | ||
| 79be157 | That's what happens to the stepmother in . Nothing. | Melissa Kantor | ||
| 2236ff2 | There can be neither beauty, nor trust, nor security between a man and a woman if there is not truth. | Grace Metalious | ||
| f44d48d | I'm old-fashioned beyond my years. | Muriel Spark | ||
| 1e0798d | She couldn't make him look just like any other man to her. He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom - a pear tree blossom in the spring. He seemed to be crushing scent out of the world with his footsteps. Crushing aromatic herbs with every step he took. Spices hung above him. He was a glance from God. | Zora Neale Hurston | ||
| d173473 | The sun had become a light yellow yolk and was walking with red legs across the sky. | Zora Neale Hurston | ||
| 4a4ca1a | When it rains, the moisture in the humid air blankets our town with the smell of damp coffee grounds wafting in from the Nescafe factory at the town's eastern edge. I don't like coffee but I like that smell. It's comforting; it unites the town in a common sensory experience; it's good industry, like the roaring rug mill that fills our ears, brings work and signals our town's vitality. There is a place here--you can hear it, smell it--where .. | Bruce Springsteen | ||
| 6c15ad9 | And that point is, it doesn't matter how long you've known somebody. People change. Or you don't really know them as well as you thought you did in the first place. | Mary Kay Andrews | ||
| 7be9d5f | THEY FOUND LEO AT THE TOP of the city fortifications. He was sitting at an open-air cafe, overlooking the sea, drinking a cup of coffee and dressed in...wow. Time warp. Leo's outfit was identical to the one he'd worn the day they first arrived at Camp Half-Blood--jeans, a white shirt, and an old army jacket. Except that jacket had burned up months ago. Piper nearly knocked him out of his chair with a hug. "Leo! Gods, where have you been?" ".. | Rick Riordan | ||
| a6f3810 | He had known he wanted her, that it was for all time, but he hadn't realized what was between them. A priceless gift, a treasure beyond his dreams. She was wrapped so tight inside of him, he knew it was more than his body and mind. More than his heart. She was entrenched in his soul. (Ryland, on Lily) | Christine Feehan | ||
| f46dfa7 | He was demanding. He always would be. But sometimes, he was so vulnerable and she realized she had power in the relationship as well. She hadn't expected that. He was as vulnerable to her as she was to him. He just acted arrogant and bossy, but deep down, where it counted, he didn't want to lose her either. | power relationship vulnerable | Christine Feehan | |
| 570ba26 | There were a thousand secrets in her eyes, a thousand wounds. A lifetime of distrust and betrayal. Isolation. How did one overcome such things? | Christine Feehan | ||
| a7330ad | He was desperate for her to see inside, to look past all the layers of darkness and find that part of him she'd touched. The part that needed her to save him. | paranormal-romance | Christine Feehan | |
| e3ea91a | And she kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life. | Stephen Chbosky | ||
| 1c28a26 | Because the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way. | Stephen Chbosky | ||
| 0b1c99c | calls her beautiful, but she cannot hear... | Stephen Chbosky | ||
| 2f3aa7d | there was a time when these weren't memories. | Stephen Chbosky | ||
| ef6acca | He says when you're smoking a cigarette with someone, and you have a lighter, you should light their cigarette first. But if you have matches, you should light your cigarette first, so you breathe in the 'harmful sulfur' instead of them. He says it's the polite thing to do. He also says it's bad luck to have "three on a match." He heard that from his uncle who fought in Vietnam. Something about how three cigarettes was enough time for the e.. | cigarette-lighters cigarette-lighting cigarette-lore cigarettes matches vietnam-war | Stephen Chbosky | |
| 4d27543 | Avoidance of boredom is the only worthy mode of action. Life otherwise is not worth living.) | Nassim Nicholas Taleb | ||
| 143e7e2 | What matters isn't what a person has or doesn't have; it is what he or she is afraid of losing. | Nassim Nicholas Taleb | ||
| 6fc3875 | Bureaucracy is a construction by which a person is conveniently separated from the consequences of his or her actions. | Nassim Nicholas Taleb | ||
| 42299b3 | Curiosity is antifragile, like an addiction, and is magnified by attempts to satisfy it--books have a secret mission and ability to multiply, as everyone who has wall-to-wall bookshelves knows well. | Nassim Nicholas Taleb | ||
| e489720 | Human progress never rolls in on wheels of inevitability; it comes through the tireless efforts of men willing to be co workers with God, and without this hard work, time itself becomes an ally of the forces of social stagnation. We must use time creatively, in the knowledge that the time is always ripe to do right. | Martin Luther King Jr. | ||
| b752ffd | His was not the hatred that arises suddenly like a storm and as suddenly abates. It was, once the initial shock of anger and pain was over, a calculated thing that grew in a bloodless way. | anger gothic | Mervyn Peake | |
| 2973015 | JB's mother had taught him early on that appreciated women are happy women. | Charlaine Harris | ||
| c60e2db | But men are less used to the idea of being raped than women are, and it strikes them with a fresh horror. With women, that horror comes right along with the female genitals. | Charlaine Harris | ||
| eb8bb39 | Well, that's certainly... adequate," I told him, burying my face in his chest. I knew immediately I'd picked the wrong word. "Adequate?" He took my hand, placed it on the part in question. It immediately began to stir. He moved my hand on it, and I obligingly circled it with my fingers. "This is adequate?" "Maybe I should have said it's a gracious plenty?" "A gracious plenty. I like that," he said." | Charlaine Harris | ||
| 252e7a5 | Alcide: "It's on my right butt cheek. It's shaped like a rabbit." Sookie: "I love bunnies!" | bunnies sookie-stackhouse the-southern-vampire-mysteries true-blood | Charlaine Harris | |
| db3bc3b | All the pictures on the walls, they all white as lilies and smiling like alligators. | Charlaine Harris | ||
| 365a96d | Tall and straight I may appear, but I will always be Ada inside. A crooked little person trying to tell the truth. The power is in the balance: we are our injuries, as much as we are our successes | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| de34b5a | How is it right to slip free of an old skin and walk away from the scene of the crime? We came, we saw, we took away and we left behind, we must be allowed our anguish and our regrets. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| 0ecb12f | You force people to stop asking questions, and before you know it they have auctioned off the question mark, or sold it for scrap. No boldness. No good ideas for fixing what's broken in the land. Because if you happen to mention it's broken, you are automatically disqualified. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| 57eff43 | Maybe life doesn't get any better than this, or any worse, and what we get is just what we're willing to find: small wonders, where they grow. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| 25d30d4 | You're thinking of revolution as a great all-or-nothing. I think of it as one more morning in a muggy cotton field, checking the undersides of leaves to see what's been there, figuring out what to do that won't clear a path for worse problems next week. Right now that's what I do. You ask why I'm not afraid of loving and losing, and that's my answer. Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work.. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| 5ef36f6 | In asking for miracles, we are seeking a practical goal: a return to inner peace. We're not asking for something outside us to change, but for something inside us to change. We're looking for a softer orientation to life. | Marianne Williamson | ||
| be56374 | Always" and "never" are not words that have much meaning in literary study. For one thing, as soon as something seems to always be true, some wise guy will come along and write something to prove that it's not." | Thomas C. Foster | ||
| 6e4d019 | The problem with chasing after happiness was that it wasn't a destination you could reach. It was something that happened along the way. | Lisa Kleypas | ||
| 000f242 | I had learned this lesson so many times before. It was the great inner truth that didn't require the support of logic. Every time I loved, I lost, and I was diminished. I wondered how much of me would be left after tomorrow. | Lisa Kleypas | ||
| ab8bdb0 | Fear you?" she said without thinking. "Good God, I would never do that." Easing her head back, Westcliff looked at her while a slow smile spread across his face. "No, you wouldn't," he agreed. "You'd spit in the devil's eye if it suited you." | Lisa Kleypas |