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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 25208ba | I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| ad38f9a | Cinderella!" Dov cried. "Let down your hair!" | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 6adf8f0 | I feel like you may be a special and kind person. And I would like to make it my business to know special and kind people. Especially if they are boys my age. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| ead7161 | Otherwise, three little words would have leaked from his mouth. And undoubtedly doomed him in ways he couldn't even guess at. Bad time. Bad place. For that kind of thing. Forever. | J.R. Ward | ||
| ed4bb96 | From out of nowhere, Phury felt an overwhelming tide of guilt, like someone had popped the lid off all his deepest concerns and his fears for the future of the race. He had to respond to it, couldn't bear the pressure. Riding the wave, he found himself saying in a rush, "We live and die for our kind. The species is our first and only concern. We fight every night and count the jars of thelessers we kill. Stealth is the way we protect the c.. | duty phury sacrifice secrecy | J.R. Ward | |
| 53300de | I am barren of words my female. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 3625ba0 | Cursing herself, she said, "I'm going to man up here. I'm going to so be twenty-one. You're not going to believe how tight in the head I'm going to be. Really. For real." | J.R. Ward | ||
| f0bbe79 | You sure about this?" he asked in a guttural voice. "I get down on that mattress right now, I'm not stopping until I'm inside of you." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 98febf8 | Are you wet for me, Mary? I think you are. I think you're covered with honey. | J.R. Ward | ||
| a13a52b | Hey, it's a party already," Trez called out as he and iAm arrived. "Oh, nice tux. Isn't that Tom Ford?" "Or was it Dick Chrysler," Rhage interjected. "Harry GM--wait, that sounds dirty...." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 29ae228 | Phury?" "No, I'm not gay." "Don't feel like you need to hide it or anything." "I wouldn't. I'm just not." "You bi, then?" -- | phury | J.R. Ward | |
| f462771 | Personally, I like to mix and match--I prefer to get a couple of milk shakes, a banana split ... a sundae or two. Then I top it off with a mocha chip in a cone. I don't know why. I guess that's like the dinner mint at the end of a meal to me. Know what I mean?" Mary had to turn around again. Bitty was looking forward, her brows super-high, her little face the picture of surprise. "He's not kidding," Mary murmured. "Even if you're not into t.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| a9251da | That's so sweet." He sighed again. "Jeez, I feel sorry for Bits, though." Mary lifted her head again. "Why?" "BECAUSE SHE IS NEVER DATING--" "Rhage, seriously. You gotta give that a rest. . . ." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 4f84738 | Rehvenge, I'm talking to you more than I speak with my mahmen." "I thought your mother was dead." "She is." "You have a very low standard for communication." | black-dagger-brotherhood humor j-r-ward rehvenge | J.R. Ward | |
| a199e8c | Because that's what the Brotherhood and their families were. Close as siblings, tighter than blood because they were chosen. | J.R. Ward | ||
| d046288 | We work together. That's it. So I want you to do us both a favor before you think I 'need' to know something. Ask yourself, 'If I were flipping burgers at McDonald's, would I be telling the fucking fry guy this?' If the answer is no, then shut the hell up. | J R Ward | ||
| a0c3e95 | I cannae believe you let me touch you." His voice grew hoarse. "I shall remember this for all my nights." Tears speared into her eyes. Dearest Virgin Scribe, for all her life, she had waited for a moment like this.... "Do not cry." His thumb went to her cheeks. "Beautiful female of worth, do not cry." | xcor | J.R. Ward | |
| 87bd82b | We may, indeed, say that the hour of death is uncertain, but when we say so we represent that hour to ourselves as situated in a vague and remote expanse of time, it never occurs to us that it can have any connexion with the day that has already dawned, or may signify that death -- or its first assault and partial possession of us, after which it will never leave hold of us again -- may occur this very afternoon, so far from uncertain, this.. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 7f656ed | What we have not had to decipher, to elucidate by our own efforts, what was clear before we looked at it, is not ours. From ourselves comes only that which we drag forth from the obscurity which lies within us, that which to others is unknown. | self | Marcel Proust | |
| eb40003 | Asparagus, tinged with ultramarine and rosy pink which ran from their heads, finely stippled in mauve and azure, through a series of imperceptible changes to their white feet, still stained a little by the soil of their garden-bed: a rainbow-loveliness that was not of this world. I felt that these celestial hues indicated the presence of exquisite creatures who had been pleased to assume vegetable form, who, through the disguise which cover.. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 044951f | In the sort of screen dappled with different states of mind which my consciousness would simultaneously unfold while I read, and which ranged from the aspirations hidden deepest within me to the completely exterior vision of the horizon which I had, at the bottom of the garden, before my eyes, what was first in me, innermost, the constantly moving handle that controlled the rest, was my belief in the philosophical richness and beauty of the.. | reading | Marcel Proust | |
| 8e7914c | The novelist's happy discovery was to think of substituting for those opaque sections, impenetrable by the human spirit, their equivalent in immaterial sections, things, that is, which the spirit can assimilate to itself. After which it matters not that the actions, the feelings of this new order of creatures appear to us in the guise of truth, since we have made them our own, since it is in ourselves that they are happening, that they are .. | literature reading words writing | Marcel Proust | |
| ce13467 | People who, not being in love themselves, feel that a clever man should only be unhappy about a person who is worth his while; which is rather like being astonished that anyone should condescend to die of cholera at the bidding of so insignificant a creature as the comma bacillus. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 215d0f5 | The idea that one will die is more painful than dying, but less painful than the idea that another person is dead, that, becoming once more a still, plane surface after having engulfed a person, a reality extends, without even a ripple at the point of disappearance from which that person is excluded, in which there no longer exists any will, any knowledge, and from which it is as difficult to reascend to the idea that that person has lived .. | Marcel Proust | ||
| d46c7f1 | Sometimes in the afternoon sky the moon would pass white as a cloud, furtive, lusterless, like an actress who does not have to perform yet and who, from the audience, in street clothes, watches the other actors for a moment, making herself inconspicuous, not wanting anyone to pay attention to her. | Marcel Proust | ||
| b1bcefc | I read, therefore, I matter. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| dfcaa8c | He was prepared, he thought, for any wonder. The only thing he had never expected was the utterly commonplace. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| a03bdf1 | Bowman was aware of some changes in his behavior patterns; it would have been absurd to expect anything else in the circumstances. He could no longer tolerate silence; except when he was sleeping, or talking over the circuit to Earth, he kept the ship's sound system running at almost painful loudness. / At first, needing the companionship of the human voice, he had listened to classical plays--especially the works of Shaw, Ibsen, and Shakes.. | science-fiction space | Arthur C. Clarke | |
| 2e052f1 | And because, in all the Galaxy, they had found nothing more precious than Mind, they encouraged its dawning everywhere. They became farmers in the fields of stars; they sowed, and sometimes they reaped. And sometimes, dispassionately, they had to weed. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 0db1d8e | They would never know how lucky they had been. For a lifetime, mankind had achieved as much happiness as any race can ever know. It had been the Golden Age. But gold was also the color of sunset, of autumn: and only Karellen's ears could catch the first wailings of the winter storms. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| e773c56 | When two people talk, they don't just fall into physical and aural harmony. They also engage in what is called motor mimicry. If you show people pictures of a smiling face or a frowning face, they'll smile or frown back, although perhaps only in muscular changes so fleeting that they can only be captured with electronic sensors. If I hit my thumb with a hammer, most people watching will grimace: they'll mimic my emotional state. This is wha.. | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| 1d426d2 | For of all slaveholders with whom I have ever met, religious slaveholders are the worst. I have ever found them the meanest and basest, the most cruel and cowardly, of all others. | frederick-douglass hypocrisy religious religious-slaveholders slaveholders | Frederick Douglass | |
| 4036df0 | Freedom now appeared, to disappear no more forever. It was heard in every sound and seen in every thing. It was very present to torment me with a sense of my wretched condition. I saw nothing without seeing it, I heard nothing without hearing it, and felt nothing without feeling it. It looked from every star, it smiled in every calm, breathed in every wind, and moved in every storm. | beauty-in-literature freedom freedom-of-expression freedom-of-speech freedom-of-thought inspirational | Frederick Douglass | |
| 240f274 | Real love isn't about drama or heartbreak. Real love just is. | love oliver | Susan Dennard | |
| 912dc14 | Fast reading of a great novel will get us the plot. It will get us names, a shadowy idea of characters, a sketch of settings. It will not get us subtleties, small differentiations, depth of emotion and observation, multilayered human experience, the appreciation of simile and metaphor, any sense of context, any comparison with other novels, other writers. Fast reading will not get us cadence and complexities of style and language. It will n.. | reading | Susan Hill | |
| 746b9b2 | Pathetic creatures on their knees... Tirelessly, naively repeating, "Don't take word for it! Alas, we're not all that logical. We say God-though in reality God is a person, a particular individual. We speak to him. We address him by name-he is the God of Abraham and Jacob. We treat him just like anybody else, like a personal being..." "So he's a whore?" | Georges Bataille | ||
| 5f9af9a | Deneyin bizi alip goturdugu yere goturmesini istedim. | Georges Bataille | ||
| 5829015 | Boredom seeps from the monstrosity of Sade's work, but it is this very boredom which constitutes its significance. As the Christian Klossowski says, his endless novels are more like prayer books than books of entertainment. The accomplished technique behind them is that of the 'monk ... who sets his soul in prayer before the divine mystery'. One must read them as they were written, with the intention of fathoming a mystery which is no less .. | Georges Bataille | ||
| 85a0831 | Human life is exhausted from serving as the head of, or the reason for, the universe. To the extent that it becomes this head and this reason, to the extent that it becomes necessary to the universe, it accepts servitude. If it is not free, existence becomes empty or neutral, and if it is free, it is in play. The Earth, as long as it only gave rise to cataclysms, trees, and birds, was a free universe; the fascination of freedom was tarnishe.. | Georges Bataille | ||
| e6b51e8 | The Z's will kill us all, and then the Z's will die out and in sixty years there will be no one to remember our silly war, Caroline's wasted ammunition, my year of zombic survivalism, Rene DesCartes's musings, or Michelangelo's sculptures. And that is really only the sadness here as I drink a thousand-dollar bottle of wine down here in the cellar: We did a few things worth remembering, and I wish for someone to remember them. | John Green | ||
| 7cb184d | My parents always liked it when I cursed in front of them. I could see the pleasure of it in their faces. It signified that I trusted them, that I was myself in front of them. | John Green | ||
| a91ee22 | Right. I'd forgotten about her.' He shook his head. 'That keeps happening. | John Green | ||
| a361cb6 | Ben, if you get pee in my brand-new car, I am going to cut your balls off." Still peeing, Ben looks over at me smirking. "You're gonna need a hell of a big knife, bro." | friendship mystery philosophy road-trip young-adults | John Green | |
| 667a5b3 | I like this world. I like drinking champagne. I like not smoking. I like the sound of Dutch people speaking Dutch. And now...I don't even get a battle. I don't get a fight. | John Green |