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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 46ba08b | And if he is lying and he double-crosses you, I'll kill him for you." From anyone else, it would have been an idle threat, and I smiled, feeling loved. (Ivy and Rachel)" | Kim Harrison | ||
| 77fab0f | Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies," Jenks whispered, empty and bereft. "My word silent, though I should howl. Muffled by death, my wings can't lift me high enough to find you. I feel you within. Unaware of my pain. Not knowing why I mourn. And why I breathe alone." | Kim Harrison | ||
| 7b26d3a | Hate is all that keeps us alive when love is gone. You're almost there. Not quite ready to let it go yet. | rachel-morgan | Kim Harrison | |
| 59443c4 | We can't believe what we believe to be untrue, and we can't love what we believe to be unreal. | faith love truth | Peter Kreeft | |
| c108103 | In his wolf-skin he was as strong as any of them, but he was a gentle person in many ways. He'd feel so bad about failing he'd probably step aside for someone else without a fight. | Annette Curtis Klause | ||
| dd8e9a9 | Cold as winter, strong as stone; She faced the darkness all alone. A silver goddess; a reflection. A mirage; a recollection. No return; no turning back. The past is gone, the future, black. Serpents gather in their nest, And she stands above the rest. Shadows hunt; she hunts the shadow. The moon is risen; she stands below. She views her world through the eyes of others. Black and white; there are no colors, | Amelia Atwater-Rhodes | ||
| e861dbd | Life was precious. Life was fragile. Here one moment, gone the next. Every second should be milked for all it's worth because you never know when the bottom was going to drop out. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 747ce3b | Sometimes it feels good to fuck with something. Instead of always being fucked with. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 007df76 | I will find you, Amy. Lovesick words, hateful intentions. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 0580bbc | Feeling sad means having too much time on your hands, usually. Really. I'm not a licensed therapist but usually it means too much time. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| f4218be | I am fat with love! Husky with ardor! Morbidly obese with devotion! A happy, busy bumblebee of marital enthusiasm. I positively hum around him, fussing and fixing. I have become a strange thing. I have become a wife. I find myself steering the ship of conversations- bulkily, unnaturally- just so I can say his name aloud. I have become a wife, I have become a bore, I have been asked to forfeit my Independent Young Feminist card. I don't care.. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 9078882 | The phrase fuck you may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but it's near. Midtongue. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 0067ac9 | I became hypnotized by my own loneliness, unwilling to stop until my eyes wouldn't stay open anymore, watching the white line of the highway as though it was the last thing that connected me to the earth. | Paul Auster | ||
| d8d122a | For a man who finds life tolerable only by staying on the surface of himself, it is natural to be satisfied with offering no more than his surface to others. There are few demands to be met, and no commitment is required. Marriage, on the other hand, closes the door. Your existence is confined to a narrow space in which you are constantly forced to reveal yourself - and therefore, constantly obliged to look into yourself, to examine your ow.. | Paul Auster | ||
| 6752750 | Real love...is when you get as much pleasure from giving pleasure as you do from receiving it. | Paul Auster | ||
| c21b3e3 | That's how it is with want. As long as you lack something you yearn for it without cease. if only I could have that one thing, you tell yourself, all my problems would be solved. But once you get it, once the object of your desires is thrust into your hands, it begins to lose its charm. Other wants assert themselves, other desires make themselves felt, and bit by bit you discover that you're right back where you started. | Paul Auster | ||
| 80f5508 | And then one day the walls of your house finally collapse. If the door is still standing, however, all you have to do is walk through it,and you are back inside. It's pleasant sleeping out under the stars. Never mind the rain. It can't last very long. | Paul Auster | ||
| 8e8287f | One day there is life . . . and then, suddenly, it happens there is death | Paul Auster | ||
| f5e768a | ttshkl fy l`ql mnTq mZlm@ , wdh lm tbdhl ,jhdan mtwSlan lstd` l'shy lty khtft, fsr`n m stDy` blnsb@ lyk l~ l'bd | Paul Auster | ||
| 4c108a0 | feelings were always feelings, subjectively true one hundred percent of the time... | Paul Auster | ||
| 5591809 | He slipped away slowly, withdrawing from this world by small, imperceptible degrees, and in the end it was as if he were a drop of water evaporating in the sun, shrinking and shrinking until at last he wasn't there anymore. | Paul Auster | ||
| ee5d177 | Language, then, not simply as a list of separate things to be added up and whose sum total is equal to the world. Rather, language as it is laid out in the dictionary: an infinitely complex organism, all of whose elements [...] are present in the world simultaneously, none of which can exist on its own. For each word is defined by other words, which means that to enter any part of language is to enter the whole of it | Paul Auster | ||
| 8a6d862 | The point is: his life was not centered around the place where he lived. His house was just one of many stopping places in a restless, unmoored existence, and this lack of center had the effect of turning him into a perpetual outsider, a tourist of his own life. You never had the feeling that he could be located. | Paul Auster | ||
| b626cfc | fy mnzl wldy kn lhtf yrn ywmy 20 mr@, wl 20 mr@ ywmy 'khbrt 'Hdhm b'nh myWt". " | Paul Auster | ||
| bb80390 | The world wasn't real anymore. Everything in it was a fraudulent copy of what it should have been, and everything that happened in it shouldn't have been happening. For a long time afterward, Ferguson lived under the spell of this illusion, sleepwalking through his days and struggling to fall asleep at night, sick of a world he had stopped believing in, doubting everything that presented itself to his eyes. | Paul Auster | ||
| b23fc9f | Bit by bit, I found myself relaxing into the conversation. Kitty had a natural talent for drawing people out of themselves, and it was easy to fall in with her, to feel comfortable in her presence. As Uncle Victor had once told me long ago, a conversation is like having a catch with someone. A good partner tosses the ball directly into your glove, making it almost impossible for you to miss it; when he is on the receiving end, he catches ev.. | love | Paul Auster | |
| 9226bb6 | b`d wf@ wldy b'ym wq`t 'sw' llHZt lty mrrt bh, knt `br lbH@ lmmy@ llmnzl tHt lmTr lGzyr lmnhmr, 'Hml fy ydy mjmw`@ mn rbTt l`nq lty mtlkh, Hwly my'@ rbT@ `nq 'w tzyd, tdhkrt b`Dh mn Tfwlty, lnqwsh, l'lwn, lshkl, lqd Tb`t fy dhkrty wDmyry mndh 'ymy l'wl~. lqyt bh fy Sndwq kbyr lltbr`t, wfy tlk llHZ@ bldht bkyt, bkyt wldy. kn lq rbTt l`nq fy lSndwq lDkhm 'shdW `ly mn lnZr ltbwth whw ynkhfD fy lrD, lq rbTt l`nq kn 'shbh bldfn. Hynh w'khyran 'd.. | Paul Auster | ||
| 693987f | The moon people do not eat by swallowing food but by smelling it. Their money is poetry - actual poems, written out on pieces of paper whose value is determined by the worth of the poem itself. | food inspirational money moon-palace peom planet poetry smelling | Paul Auster | |
| 4284b57 | that once you throw your life to the winds, you will discover things you had never known before, things that cannot be learned under any other circumstances. | life | Paul Auster | |
| 7fe8e48 | kn ykdhb klm shrf `l~ Zhr nfsh bwDwH, ykdhb wysrf wydllW kdhbth. `l~ 'y@ Hl kn lHl 'l yqwl l lqlyl `n nfsh kl mr@ | Paul Auster | ||
| 16913f0 | To care about words, to have a stake in what is written, to believe in the power of books - this overwhelms the rest, and beside it one's life becomes very small. | reading words writing | Paul Auster | |
| 6c89e74 | when a man's only assets are the brain in his head and the tongue in his mouth, he has to think carefully before he decides to open that mouth and speak. | Paul Auster | ||
| f0ec272 | You must get used to doing with as little as you can. By wanting less, you are content with less, and the less you need, the better off you are. | Paul Auster | ||
| 45bc216 | The fields were fruitful, and starving men moved on the roads. | politics | John Steinbeck | |
| 13b6b42 | They agreed passionately out of the depths of their tormented lives. | William Golding | ||
| 7b123b3 | He had a moment of clarity about how life should be lived: not as a child or as a woman. They were the two worst things to be. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 378df60 | I wish you all a long and happy life | Alice Sebold | ||
| 5d00dd5 | After telling the hard facts to anyone from lover to friend, I have changed in their eyes. Often it is awe or admiration, sometimes it is repulsion, once or twice it has been fury hurled directly at me for reasons I remain unsure of. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 60b8bda | Poison and medicine are often the same thing, given in different proportions | Alice Sebold | ||
| cc6ea4c | You cannot be happy until you understand that life is sad | Pearl S. Buck | ||
| e29496b | The way to see what looks good and understand the reasons it looks good, and to be at one with this goodness as the work proceeds, is to cultivate an inner quietness, a peace of mind so that goodness can shine through. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| 3af9ae4 | What was behind this smug presumption that what pleased you was bad or at least unimportant in comparison to other things? ... Little children were trained not to do "just what they liked' but ... but what? ... Of course! What others liked. And which others? Parents, teachers, supervisors, policemen, judges, officials, kings, dictators. All authorities. When you are trained to despise "just what you like" then, of course, you become a much.. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| 03a74be | How do you always manage to decide?" "How can you let others decide for you?" | Ayn Rand | ||
| 0cd8dce | Well, if I asked people whether they believed in life, they'd never understand what I meant. It's a bad question. It can mean so much that it really means nothing. So I ask them if they believe in God. And if they say they do -- then, I know they don't believe in life. Because, you see, God -- whatever anyone chooses to call God -- is one's highest conception above his own possibility thinks very little of himself and his life. It's a rare .. | Ayn Rand |