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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2835c0b | best of luck, avoid roasted cabbage, don't eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life! | life-lessons | Christopher Paolini | |
| 7ba5b92 | It got so that when he closed his eyes, letters and words danced in his mind. He thought of little else during that time. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 2dd2ac2 | And the ship sailed onward, gliding serenely down the moonlit river toward the dark lands beyond. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| dce9d75 | Here's where the real power of generosity comes in. Often, the more we give, the more we receive. | Debbie Macomber | ||
| d46b014 | Every gesture was one of disorder and violence, as if a lioness had come into the room. | disorder erotica femme gesture lioness | Anaïs Nin | |
| 0aaa0d1 | Is there a secret? Yes. Anais Nin and Pauline Reage and Anne Rampling and Erica Jong all knew it. E. L. James knows it. It is the secret behind all of our writing. And our reading. Arousal starts in the mind. And grows in the mind. The brain is the most erogenous zone in a woman's body. That is our secret. And it is what we share. | M.J. Rose | ||
| 4650141 | What is love? Great minds have been grappling with this question through the ages, and in the modern era, they have come up with many different answers. According to the Western philosopher Pat Benatar, love is a battlefield. Her paisan Frank Sinatra would add the corollary that love is a tender trap. The stoner kids who spent the summer of 1978 looking cool on the hoods of their Trans Ams in the Pierce Elementary School parking lot used to.. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 6ed5ed5 | When you warned me that you would test me from time to time, I thought you meant spiking my food. But it seems there is more than one way to poison a person's heart, and it doesn't even require a meal. | yelena | Maria V. Snyder | |
| dc9a7f5 | I shook my head at Janco. "I've got the situation under control. Go back to the Keep, I'll meet you there." Janco stared at me in astonished silence. Ari, though, trusted me. "Come on, she doesn't need our help." Ari sheathed his sword. Janco recovered. He flashed me one of his mischievous grins. "I'll bet you a copper that she'll be free in five minutes," he said to Ari. Ari grunted in amusement. "A silver on ten minutes," he countered. | janco valek yelena | Maria V. Snyder | |
| 1c69153 | America had shifted from what influential cultural historian Warren Susman called a culture of character to a culture of personality, and opened up a Pandora's box of personal anxieties of which we would never recover. | Susan Cain | ||
| 6e79578 | So the next time you see a person with a compose face and a soft voice, remember that inside her mind she might be solving an equation, composing a sonnet, designing a hat. She might, that is, be deploying the powers of quiet. | inspiration introversion | Susan Cain | |
| 88d775f | Remember that introverts react not only to new people, but also to new places and events. So don't mistake a child's caution in new situations for an inability to relate to others. He's recoiling from novelty or overstimulation, not from human contact. Introverts are just as likely as the next kid to seek others' company, though often in smaller doses | Susan Cain | ||
| 053e5d6 | According to Free Trait Theory, we are born and culturally endowed with certain personality traits--introversion, for example--but we can and do act out of character in the service of "core personal projects." In other words, introverts are capable of acting like extroverts for the sake of work they consider important, people they love, or anything they value highly. Free Trait Theory explains why an introvert might throw his extroverted wi.. | Susan Cain | ||
| 7eb93d2 | Aber jeder Schatten ist im letzen doch auch Kind des Lichts, und nur wer Helles und Dunkles, Krieg und Frieden, Aufstieg und Niedergang erfahren, nur der hat wahrhaft gelebt. | Stefan Zweig | ||
| 10817ce | When the image of Nelson Mandela may be more familiar to us than the face of our next-door neighbour, something has changed in the nature of our everyday experience. | Anthony Giddens | ||
| 443753f | Everybody takes what they life from the teachings of the church, and ignores the parts that don't suit them. | Ken Follett | ||
| cba5bc4 | I think more people should shoot newspaper editors...it might improve the press | Ken Follett | ||
| dfe2bee | The Fuhrer's judgement will be proved right - again.' 'Of course it will, Erik.' 'He has never yet been wrong!' 'A man thought he could fly, so he jumped off the top of a ten-storey building, and as he fell past the fifth floor, flapping his arms uselessly in the air, he was heard to say: So far, so good! | erik-von-ulrich | Ken Follett | |
| 6e0f241 | There was a long moment of silence. Philip was holding his breath. When Remigius looked up again, his face was wet with tears. "Yes , please, Father," he said. "I want to come home." Philip felt a glow of joy. "Come on, then," he said. "Get on my horse." Remigius looked flabbergasted. Jonathan said: "Father! What are you doing?" Philip said to Remigius: "Go on, do as I say." Jonathan was horified, "but Ftaher, how will you travel?" "I'll w.. | Ken Follett | ||
| 2118371 | Wendy taught me to curse, matched my clothing, brushed my hair before school, and let me sleep in bed with her when bad dreams woke me up. She fell in love often, and with great fanfare, throwing herself into each romance with the focus of an Olympic athlete. Now she's a mother and a wife, who tries to get her screaming baby to sleep through the night, tries to stop her boys from learning curse words, and calls romantic love useless. Someti.. | Jonathan Tropper | ||
| 1269d07 | I look at her, wondering what it is about her that makes me want to simultaneously devote my life to her and get as far away from her as I can possibly get. | Jonathan Tropper | ||
| 880038a | Full of promise, full of dreams, full of shit. Mostly just full of yourself. So full you're bursting. And then you get out into the world, and people empty you out, little by little, like air from a balloon. | Jonathan Tropper | ||
| 1c31eb5 | I believe that there's a cloud for every silver lining,' I said. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 0f68b6e | Crows," Maximus breathed. "Was that who I think it was?" "Phrygiar Navaris," Tavi said, nodding. "What was she doing here?" Max asked. "Getting humiliated, mostly. Especially there at the end." | Jim Butcher | ||
| c31ec27 | One ravishing dark-haired beauty wearing leather pants and strategically applied electrical tape, stared hard at me and, when she saw me looking, licked her lips very, very slowly. She trailed a fingertip over her chin, down across her throat, and down over her sternum and gave me a smile so wicked that it's parents should have sent it to military school. | jim-butcher magic romance sidhe wizard | Jim Butcher | |
| 63cefa5 | I like to think of it less as embezzling and more as an involuntary goodwill contribution. | embezzlement gifts | Jim Butcher | |
| 1956038 | She studied my face for a long minute. "Are you going to help my mom?" It was a simple question. But how do you tell a child that things just aren't that simple, that some questions don't have simple answers--or any answer at all?" | Jim Butcher | ||
| 90b6390 | Got to die of something," Giraldi observed. "Might as well put back a few pints while you wait to see what it is." | Jim Butcher | ||
| 2b35be0 | People who ask questions and think about their faith are the last ones to embrace dogma -- and the last to abandon their path once they've set out on it. I felt fairly sure that the Almighty, whatever name tag He had on at the moment, could handle a few questions from people sincerely looking for answers. Hell, He might even like it. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 2fdbe1d | Five white candles surrounded my summoning circle, the points of an invisible pentacle. White for protection. And because they're the cheapest color at Wal-Mart. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 9da969a | I like dogs. They give Mister something to snack on. | Jim Butcher | ||
| d8e0475 | Karrin Murphy led the charge, and Sanya and I tried to keep up. She went through that sea of foes like a little speedboat, her enemies spun and tossed and turned and disoriented in her wake. Sanya and I hacked our way through stunned foes, pushing and chopping with unsophisticated brutality-and that big Russian lunatic just kept laughing the whole time. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 385e756 | Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways. | books dark gavriel holly-black literature paranormal paranormal-romance romance tana-bach the-coldest-girl-in-coldtown vampires ya | Holly Black | |
| 8c7c35f | A man may daydream of how he would spend a million dollars, but playing the same game with a billion dollars sours the fantasy. There are too many possibilities. The house he once wished for with all his heart is suddenly too small. The travel, too cheap. He wanted to visit an island. Now he contemplates buying one. | Holly Black | ||
| 5c903a1 | She wished it was an unfamiliar feeling, that ache, the urge that made her hit the gas when she ought to hit the brake. | Holly Black | ||
| 3002b4b | They were just buying time in scrapes and tatters. | Holly Black | ||
| d1ae59c | If they were real, then maybe the world was big enough to have magic in it. And if there was magic -- even bad magic, and Zach knew it was more likely that there was bad magic than any good kind -- then maybe not everyone had to have a story like his father's, a story like the kind all the adults he knew told, one about giving up and growing bitter. | Holly Black | ||
| bfb1569 | That's what heroes did. They ran straight toward danger and didn't ever give up. | Holly Black Cassandra Clare | ||
| a91d449 | She'd always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for. | contempt trade | Holly Black | |
| 384e3f9 | People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death. | death-and-dying dying | Holly Black | |
| f6bdfd8 | There's nothing like a gunshot to make you the life of the party. | Holly Black | ||
| 8bd8cdf | Three is an odd configuration of sisters. There's always one on the outside. | Holly Black | ||
| 9ed36ff | Be bold, be bold, but not too bold. Be good, but not too good. Be pretty, but not too pretty. Be honest, but not too honest. Maybe no one got lucky. Maybe it was too hard. | Holly Black | ||
| d303859 | Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse! | Harriet Beecher Stowe |