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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bdad156 | Cuddles screamed. It wasn't a braying noise, it was an ear-slapping shriek of pure donkey outrage, like someone got hold of a foghorn and tried to strangle it. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 2da59e6 | House of Krahr!" the vampire with the banner barked quietly. "Krahr," the other four vampires exhaled and glared at me. Usually they roared their house name at the top of their lungs, trying to intimidate... Oh. They were trying to be inconspicuous. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I'd never had an attempt at intimidation whispered at me before. "My lord, why are you wearing trench coats?" "We must blend in," he said. "This is a covert o.. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 93a3675 | Is this my replacement?" What? "I didn't replace you!" "Of course not. I'm irreplaceable." -- | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 68cb52d | I'd give him a cup of coffee and a big helping of a knuckle sandwich. Generosity was a virtue and I was in the mood to be extremely virtuous. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 343cbbf | Curran, you can't bite his face off." "Yes, I can," Curran said in a monster voice. "You shouldn't." "He stole George's car. And he shot me." "He missed." "He missed, because I'm fast and I moved out of the way. If I bite his head off, he won't shoot me again." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 2633f68 | He had the prettiest hair she had ever seen on a man: dark brown, almost black, and soft like sable, it fell down to his shoulders. She wondered what he'd do if she threw some mud in it. Probably kill her. | cerise funny hair ilona-andrews the-edge william | Ilona Andrews | |
| bafe0b3 | Are you done?" he asked. "Just getting started." I was so brave over the phone." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 331c983 | I was at a dinner party many years ago,sitting along from Tom Stoppard, who in those days smoked not just between courses,but between mouthfuls. An American woman watched in disbelief. "And you so intelligent!" "Excuse me?" said tom "Knowing those things are going to kill you" she said "and still you do it." "How differently I might behave" Tom said, "if immortality were an option" | smoking witty | Stephen Fry | |
| 0743cfe | I will take his secret to the grave, telling people I meet on the way. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| cd899cc | We drift down time, clutching at straws. But what good's a brick to a drowning man? | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 930ac93 | A scholar's business is to add to what is known. That is all. But it is capable of giving the very greatest satisfaction, because knowledge is good. It does not have to look good or even sound good or even do good. It is good just by being knowledge. And the only thing that makes it knowledge is that it is true. You can't have too much of it and there is no little too little to be worth having. There is truth and falsehood in a comma. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 8f72996 | We're better at predicting events at the edge of the galaxy or inside the nucleus of an atom than whether it'll rain on auntie's garden party three Sundays from now. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 9ba9b66 | I don't know why it is, Captain Short, but whenever you start agreeing with me, I get decidedly nervous. | humor nervous uncertainty | Eoin Colfer | |
| 93fdbb4 | There were only two men on the planet better educated in the various martial arts than Butler, and he was related to one of them. The other lived on an island in the South China Sea, and spent his days meditating and beating up palm trees. You really had to feel sorry for those goblins. | humor martial-arts | Eoin Colfer | |
| 330b718 | The sarcasm made a slight whistling noise as it flew over Loafers' head. | sarcasm sarcasm-humor | Eoin Colfer | |
| 2d9c1e1 | Chaos reigned, and the survivalists eagerly unwrapped the kidskin from their crossbows. Phase one of Opal's plan was complete. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 60977dc | You display inordinate pride for someone who has completed a task which could have been performed by a lesser primate in a shorter time. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 989795f | The fact is that she was terribly undressed and I was extremely undressed too. The fact is that I still had my hand where she didn't have anything and she had hers where the same wasn't quite true of me. The fact is that I found myself underneath her and consequently she found herself on top of me. | Denis Diderot | ||
| 2218884 | From a political point of view, there is but one principle, the sovereignty of man over himself. This sovereignty of myself over myself is called Liberty | Victor Hugo | ||
| 554580e | The guillotine is the ultimate expression of Law, and its name is vengeance; it is not neutral, nor does it allow us to remain neutral. | law vengeance | Victor Hugo | |
| 219e712 | There is, we are aware, a philosophy that denies the infinite. There is also a philosophy, classified as pathologic, that denies the sun; this philosophy is called blindness. To set up a theory that lacks a source of truth is an excellent example of blind assurance. And the odd part of it is the haughty air of superiority and compassion assumed toward the philosophy that sees God, by this philosophy that has to grope its way. It makes one t.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 4511202 | Cosette was not very timid by nature. There flowed in her veins some of the blood of the bohemian and the adventuress who runs barefoot. It will be remembered that she was more of a lark than a dove. There was a foundation of wildness and bravery in her | les-mis | Victor Hugo | |
| 8539354 | That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 3ccfc3b | A shadow is hard to seize by the throat and dash to the ground. | life phantom shadow struggle | Victor Hugo | |
| c9c2a85 | Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time. | Victor Hugo | ||
| c5c92cf | Because I want to see. I've got to know what's going to happen while I'm still enough in control to be able to do something about it. | flowers-for-algernon | Daniel Keyes | |
| 8158cd7 | Here I am...wanting to accomplish something and completely forgetting it must all end--that there is such a thing as death. | death philosophy | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 54337a6 | I have nothing to make me miserable," she said, getting calmer; "but can you understand that everything has become hateful, loathsome, coarse to me, and I myself most of all? You can't imagine what loathsome thoughts I have about everything." "Why, whatever loathsome thoughts can you have?" asked Dolly, smiling. "The most utterly loathsome and coarse; I can't tell you. It's not unhappiness, or low spirits, but much worse. As though everythi.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 065e4d7 | Speech is silver but silence is golden. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 1909a2a | It was clear that everything considered important and good was insignificant and repulsive, and that all this glamour and luxury hid the old well-known crimes, which not only remained unpunished but were adorned with all the splendor men can devise. | resurrection | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 59a3593 | but that what was for him the greatest and most cruel injustice appeared to others a quite ordinary occurrence. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 0029268 | Why nowadays there's a new fashion every day. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 5b024fd | I think that in order to know love one must make a mistake and then correct it. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| ba70cfa | A man can spend several hours sitting cross-legged in the same position if he knows that noting prevents him from changing it; but if he knows that he has to sit with his legs crossed like that, he will get cramps, his legs will twitch and strain towards where he would like to stretch them. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 061c018 | All the barriers were gone. I had unwound the string she had given me, and found my way out of the labyrinth to where she was waiting. I loved her with more than my body. | flowers-for-algernon | Daniel Keyes | |
| 5e27010 | I may not have all the time I thought I had... | flowers-for-algernon | Daniel Keyes | |
| 1545a32 | Wherefor are you knowing it? If you stacked all of the Gorg in the galaxy on top of eachother, the Gorg would kill you. | Adam Rex | ||
| 64d4c2a | First comes the day Then comes the night. After the darkness Shines through the light. The difference, they say, Is only made right By the resolving of gray Through refined Jedi sight. --Journal of the Whills, 7:477 | Alan Dean Foster | ||
| 7067cec | Evening Solace The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. And days may pass in gay confusion, And nights in rosy riot fly, While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion, The memory of the Past may die. But, there are hours of lonely musing, Such as in evening silence come, When, soft as birds their pinions closing, .. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 08884ec | You are no ruin sir--no lighting-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them or not, because they take delight in your bountiful shadow; and as they grow they will lean towards you, and wind round you, because your strength offers them so safe a prop. | happiness illness love marriage safety sickness strength | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 9cfe685 | I think I must admit so fair a guest when it asks entrance to my heart. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 0263960 | I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal--as we are! | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| e5e84f5 | In sunshine, in prosperity, the flowers are very well; but how many wet days are there in life--November seasons of disaster, when a man's hearth and home would be cold indeed, without the clear, cheering gleam of intellect. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 027b126 | I scorn your idea of love,' I could not help saying, as I rose up and stood before him, leaning my back against the rock. 'I scorn the counterfeit sentiment you offer: yes, St. John, and I scorn you when you offer it. | Charlotte Brontë |