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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0bc2ed5 | She now knew her death was inevitable, and with that acceptance came liberation. The courage of the condemned. | Tess Gerritsen | ||
| cf106d5 | The Christmas tree, twinkling with lights, had a mountain of gifts piled up beneath it, like offerings to the great god of excess. | gifts holidays materialism tess-gerritsen | Tess Gerritsen | |
| f7c4f9f | There was a silent moment when everything held its breath, and then the sun rose. | S.E. Hinton | ||
| 5f900b8 | You can be the hunter, or you can be the hunted. | hunter life retribution revenge | Lisa Gardner | |
| ef169dd | It wasn't that strangers couldn't hurt you. It was simply that the people you loved could do it so much better. | Lisa Gardner | ||
| 8e216b6 | But more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret lore of ocean. Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent. All my days have I watched it and listened to it, and I know it well. At first it told to me only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but with the years it grew more friendly and spoke of other things; of things more strange and more d.. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 0e16360 | So through endless twilights I dreamed and waited, though I knew not what I waited for. Then in the shadowy solitude my longing for light grew so frantic that I could rest no more, and I lifted entreating hands to the single black ruined tower that reached above the forest into the unknown outer sky. And at last I resolved to scale that tower, fall through I might; since it were better to glimpse the sky and perish, than to live without eve.. | forest light longing sky solitude tower unknown waiting | H.P. Lovecraft | |
| aea4c43 | Love accepts. Forgiveness comes in time. | lisa-unger love | Lisa Unger | |
| 7c7e5a6 | Motherhood was an ever widening circle of good-byes. | Lisa Unger | ||
| de2267d | How many people can you claim truly care about you? I mean, not just the people in your life who are fun to hang out with, not just the people who you love and trust. But people who feel good when you are happy and successful, feel bad when you are hurt or going through a hard time, people who would walk away from their lives for a little while to help you with yours. Not many. I felt that from Jake and I wasn't sure how to handle it. Becau.. | Lisa Unger | ||
| 6565215 | New Rule: You're never going to pick up women at a coffee shop pretending to be working on your laptop. You don't look like you're sensitive, you look like you're homeless.The last guy to pick up a chick with an Apple was Adam. And when you sit across from another dateless loser with a laptop, it still doesn't look like you're working--it looks like you're playing Battleship. | dating humor | Bill Maher | |
| e1bee83 | She always has close calls when she solves a mystery! | Carolyn Keene | ||
| 5773e7f | We could certainly use a detective. And I've got to hand it to you, Nancy - you sure can keep your head. | Carolyn Keene | ||
| b63d8c9 | He is quiet and small, he is black From his ears to the tip of his tail; He can creep through the tiniest crack He can walk on the narrowest rail. He can pick any card from a pack, He is equally cunning with dice; He is always deceiving you into believing That he's only hunting for mice. He can play any trick with a cork Or a spoon and a bit of fish-paste; If you look for a knife or a fork And you think it is merely misplaced - You have see.. | conjurer magician mephisto mr-mistoffelees | T.S. Eliot | |
| 7e9f2a1 | The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows, Are proud and implacable, passionate foes; It is always the same, wherever one goes. And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say that they do not like fighting, will often display Every symptom of wanting to join in the fray. And they Bark bark bark bark bark bark Until you can hear them all over the park. | poetry | T.S. Eliot | |
| bd4b67c | I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the w.. | T.S. Eliot | ||
| c752a8b | I do not know much about gods;but I think that the river is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable . . . | T.S. Eliot | ||
| 9ee0ac1 | I am no prophet--and here's no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. | T.S. Eliot | ||
| 1923dd1 | Why should men love the Church? Why should they love her laws? She tells them of Life and Death, and of all that they would forget. She is tender where they would be hard, and hard where they like to be soft. She tells them of Evil and Sin, and other unpleasant facts. They constantly try to escape From the darkness outside and within By dreaming of systems so perfect that no one will need to be good. But the man that is will shadow The man .. | T.S. Eliot | ||
| 9ca6b0c | Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we ne.. | T. S. Eliot Four Quartets | ||
| 2803736 | And therefore, Reader, I myself am the subject of my book: it is not reasonable that you should employ your leisure on a topic so frivolous and so vain. Therefore, Farewell: | Michel de Montaigne | ||
| c88f3d5 | Certainly, if he still has himself, a man of understanding has lost nothing. | Michel de Montaigne | ||
| b766eba | Excellent memories are often coupled with feeble judgments. | memory | Michel de Montaigne | |
| 7e80716 | He could not wait to get rid of them so he could enjoy remembering them. | short-story | Amy Hempel | |
| 166a119 | sixteenth-century philosopher Michel de Montaigne once wrote, "When I play with my cat, how do I know that she is not playing with me rather than I with her?" | Michio Kaku | ||
| b35a999 | Recent brain scans have shed light on how the brain simulates the future. These simulation are done mainly in the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex, the CEO of the brain, using memories of the past. On one hand, simulations of the future may produce outcomes that are desirable and pleasurable, in which case the pleasure centers of the brain light up (in the nucleus accumbens and the hypothalamus). On the other hand, these outcomes may also hav.. | brain freud mind neuroscience prediction simulation | Michio Kaku | |
| 1eb9a66 | To understand the difficulty of predicting the next 100 years, we have to appreciate the difficulty that the people of 1900 had in predicting the world of 2000. | Michio Kaku | ||
| eff654e | If chocolate were a mandatory part of breakfast, people wouldn't be so grouchy in the morning. | Joanne Fluke | ||
| 2006dee | Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength. | doubting doubts effort efforts mankind men secret silence strength strive toil wise-men | Bram Stoker | |
| a617803 | What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is it in the semblance of man? | Bram Stoker | ||
| 7f9af00 | Davy's kiss tasted like vodka and disaster, and even while she kissed him back, Tilda thought, He slipped his hand under her T-shirt, and she said, "You know," as his hand slid up to her breast, but the only thing left to say was, and of course she was." | sex | Jennifer Crusie | |
| 133e71a | I suppose you had to," Wes said when Phin went back to join him at the table. "Pretty much. She seduced me." "Yeah, right," Wes said. "She said, 'Please fix the kitchen drain,' and you interpreted that--" "She said, 'Fuck me.' " Phin put two balls on the table and picked up his cue. "I interpreted that to mean she wanted sex." "Oh." Wes picked up his cue. "That would have been my call, too." He squinted at the table. "Why would she have sai.. | sex | Jennifer Crusie | |
| 01a8a60 | There wasn't enough gratitude in the world for a server who kept drinks coming at a time like this. | Jennifer Crusie | ||
| e955868 | And it is I, Raksha [The Demon], who answers. The man's cub is mine, Lungri-mine to me! He shall not be killed. He shall live to run with the Pack and to hunt with the Pack; and in the end, look you, hunter of little naked cubs-frog-eater- fish-killer-he shall hunt thee! | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| fd5c470 | Good Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public? | public-opinion | Rudyard Kipling | |
| e8c8c36 | The fatal errors of life are not due to man's being unreasonable: an unreasonable moment may be one's finest moment. They are due to man's being logical. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 6a90ede | What a silly thing Love is. It is not as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 798c3b9 | For a year after that was done to me I wept every day at the same hour and for the same space of time. That is not such a tragic thing as possibly it sounds to you. To those who are in prison tears are a part of every day's experience. A day in prison on which one does not weep is a day on which one's heart is hard, not a day on which one's heart is happy. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| a43ce4e | When first I was put into prison some people advised me to try and forget who I was. It was ruinous advice. It is only by realising what I am that I have found comfort of any kind. Now I am advised by others to try on my release to forget that I have ever been in a prison at all. I know that would be equally fatal. It would mean that I would always be haunted by an intolerable sense of disgrace, and that those things that are meant for me a.. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 1a534c5 | If one were to live his life fully and completely were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 8c551a6 | How sad it is!" murmured Dorian Gray with his eyes still fixed upon his own portrait. "How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of June... . If it were only the other way! If it were I who was to be always young, and the picture that was to grow old! For that--for that--I would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole wo.. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 5efb719 | Well, I don't like your clothes. You look perfectly ridiculous in them. Why on earth don't you go up and change? It's perfectly childish to be in mourning for a man who is actually staying a whole week with you in your house as a guest. I call it grotesque. | jack oscar-wilde the-importance-of-being-earnest | Oscar Wilde | |
| 714a5fa | I have got to make everything that has happened to me good for me | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 97dfda9 | Death is a great price to pay for a red rose," cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of .. | Oscar Wilde |