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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 585ee4c | In the deepest slumber-no! In delirium-no! In a swoon-no! In death-no! even in the grave all is not lost. | Edgar Allan Poe | ||
| cefadf9 | You will observe that the stories told are all about money-seekers, not about money-finders. | money | Edgar Allan Poe | |
| 9b90c5c | That Anarchist world, I admit, is our dream; we do believe - well, I, at any rate, believe this present world, this planet, will some day bear a race beyond our most exalted and temerarious dreams, a race begotten of our wills and the substance of our bodies, a race, so I have said it, 'who will stand upon the earth as one stands upon a footstool, and laugh and reach out their hands amidst the stars,' but the way to that is through educatio.. | H.G. Wells | ||
| 64f65d8 | Art and religion, carnivals and saturnalia, dancing and listening to oratory - all these have served, in H. G. Wells's phrase, as Doors in the Wall. | Aldous Huxley | ||
| 3641c1b | He says every story has at least some truth in it, even if most are made up. | truth | Darren Shan | |
| a9d59a2 | Leave him alone!" Debbie shouted. "Shut up, please, or I'll kill you," Mr Tiny replied." | darren-shan debbie mr-tiny vampires | Darren Shan | |
| e963fc1 | I could tell you all the medical terminology,' She says. 'But what finally happened is his heart got to big for his body' | rodman-philbrick | Rodman Philbrick | |
| e7d756d | Expel the object!" Freak shouts. "Regurgitate, you big moron!" and he gives me another thump and I cough up this yucky mess, but I'm still laughing so hard my nose is running." | Rodman Philbrick | ||
| 3d892c9 | I never understand why women think drama and bullshit are attractive to guys. They're not. I'm going to be real clear about this, ladies, so pay attention: Prince Charming doesn't come to rescue cunty lunatics. | Tucker Max | ||
| ccfe703 | Don't leave me again. God. God. Don't leave me again." "I didn't" "Part of you did." He moved her back, and his eyes swarmed with emotion. "Part of you left me, and I couldn't stand it." | roarke | J.D. Robb | |
| 5fb7fca | I don't mind being a suspect when the corpse is a shit-for-brains fuckwit, but if I'd killed her it would've been bloody and loud. And I'd have enjoyed it too much to keep it to myself. | J.D. Robb | ||
| d78624b | NO MATTER YOUR RACE, CREED, SEXUAL ORIENTATION OR POLITICAL AFFILIATION, WE PROTECT AND SERVE. BECAUSE YOU COULD GET DEAD. | J.D. Robb | ||
| c21128d | Tell him I took the cat | J.D. Robb | ||
| 82e35cb | Mavis.' He paled a bit. 'Eve, tell me you're not going shopping with Mavis.' His reaction brightened her mood a little. 'She has this friend. He's a designer.' 'Dear Christ.' 'She says he's mag. Just needs a break to make a name for himself. He has a little workshop in Soho.' 'Let's elope. Now. You look fine.' Her grin flashed. 'Scared?' 'Terrified.' 'Good. Now we're even.' Delighted to be on level footing, she leaned in and kissed him. 'No.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| fb5ec11 | Three weeks hadn't changed Cop Central. The coffee was still poisonous, the noise abominable, and the view out of her stingy window was still miserable. She was thrilled to be back. | humor j-d-robb romance science-fiction | J.D. Robb | |
| ae4a0e7 | I have to say you don't look anything like a policewoman." Maxia's perfect eyebrows arched as she gave Eve's dress a quick scan. "Leonardo dresses you, doesn't he?" "No, I usually do it myself." | eve-dallas leonardo | J.D. Robb | |
| 9e32227 | That's what family does: They bring home with them. | Elizabeth May | ||
| e5f028c | Self-assertion may deceive the ignorant for a time; but when the noise dies away, we cut open the drum, and find it was emptiness that made the music. | observant | Mary Elizabeth Braddon | |
| 7539658 | Nothing sinister. Just getting exercise. Although some might consider that sinister. | keyes | Marian Keyes | |
| a88ec44 | What does it say about a society that it devotes more care and patience to the selection of those who handle its money than of those who handle its children? | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| 8c7620b | In life, most of us are highly skilled at suppressing action. All the improvisation teacher has to do is to reverse this skill and he creates very 'gifted' improvisers. Bad improvisers block action, often with a high degree of skill. Good improvisers develop action. | self-criticism spontaneity | Malcolm Gladwell | |
| 9860fba | Lately, it had been an endless procession of long, black nights and gray mornings, when her sense of failure swept over her like a five-hundred-pound wave; and she was scared. But it wasn't death that she feared. She had looked down into that black pit of death and had wanted to jump in, once too often. As a matter of fact, the thought began to appeal to her more and more. She even knew how she would kill herself. It would be with a silver .. | Fannie Flagg | ||
| cac87d9 | Oh fuck. I shouldn't have said that. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 26cba4d | I would like a cappuccino," says Linus politely. "Thank you." "Your name?" "I'll spell it for you," he says. "Z-W-P-A-E-N--" "What?" She stares at him, Sharpie in hand. "Wait, I haven't finished. Double F-hyphen-T-J-U-S. It's an unusual name, Linus adds gravely. "It's Dutch." | humorous-quotes | Sophie Kinsella | |
| fe69a69 | In the end, we'll all become stories. Or else we'll become entities. Maybe it's the same. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| b9ecdf7 | When I get out of here, if I'm ever able to set this down, in any form, even in the form of one voice to another, it will be a reconstruction then too, yet another remove. It's impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too may parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances; too many gestures, which could mean this or that, too many shapes which can neve.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 9052755 | This afternoon held that special quality of mournful emptiness I've connected with late Sunday afternoons ever since childhood: the feeling of having nothing to do. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 21780b7 | Maybe sadness was a kind of hunger, she thought. Maybe the two went together. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 621285f | it's doors I'm afraid of because I can't see through them, its the door opening by itself in the wind I'm afraid of. | door | Margaret Atwood | |
| e152552 | But hatred and viciousness are addictive. You can get high on them. Once you've had a little, you start shaking if you don't get more. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 2cf57c2 | Things that are falling apart encourage me: whatever else, I'm in better shape than they are. | perspective | Margaret Atwood | |
| e756ac5 | People change, though, especially after they are dead. | idealism identity impressions redefine redefining reflection reputation | Margaret Atwood | |
| 3de3976 | I've learned quite a lot, over the years, by avoiding what I was supposed to be learning. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| b0dffc0 | But the adjectives change," said Jimmy. "Nothing's worse than last year's adjectives." | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 874938a | I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant. Then I would not know how ignorant I was. | shame | Margaret Atwood | |
| b2990fa | Some of the best things are done by those with nowhere to turn, by those who don't have time, by those who truly understand the word helpless. they dispense no thought with the calculation of risk and profit, they take no thought for the future, they're forced to spearpoint into the present tense. Thrown over a precipice, you fall or else you fly; you clutch at any hope, however unlikely; however - if I may use such an overworked word - mir.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 9a76a46 | I want, I don't want. How can one live with such a heart? | Margaret Atwood | ||
| e770e43 | Karen wasn't hard, she was soft, too soft. A soft touch. Her hair was soft, her smile was soft, her voice was soft. She was so soft there was no resistance. Hard things sank into her, they went right through her, and if she made a real effort, out the other side. Then she didn't have to see them or hear them, or even touch them. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 2d66327 | Money does talk, but it has a limited vocabulary. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 74bcc4b | We battled in secret, undeclared, and after a while I no longer fought back because I never won. The only defense was flight, invisibility. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 20a729a | You believed you could transcend the body as you aged, she tells herself. You believed you could rise above it, to a serene, nonphysical realm. But it's only through ecstasy you can do that, and ecstasy is achieved through the body itself. Without the bone and sinew of wings, no flight. Without that ecstasy you can only be dragged further down by the body, into its machinery. Its rusting, creaking, vengeful, brute machinery. | ecstasy transcendence | Margaret Atwood | |
| 756d294 | While I have been writing I have lived in the past, the light of it has been all around me... | Dodie Smith | ||
| 5be73b1 | All through your life your soul takes care of you...your soul is alive and awakened, gathering, sheltering and guiding your ways and days in the world. In effect, your soul is your secret shelter. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 0cd703e | we are custodians of deep and ancient thresholds. In the human face you see that potential and the miracle of undying possibility. | John O'Donohue |