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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d4ac040 | In the end we had changed the position of the hands so many times that we had no idea what the time really was. | Dai Sijie | ||
| 31302a6 | Any new corpses today?" "None yet." "Pity. I'm getting so I miss my morning coffee and corpse." -- | Ed McBain | ||
| b7cc0c4 | When Springsteen meets a future girlfriend on the boardwalk in Asbury Park, he delivers this electric introduction: "She was Italian, funny, a beatific tomboy, with just the hint of a lazy eye, and wore a pair of glasses that made me think of the wonders of the library." | Bruce Springsteen | ||
| bc43aef | I am not going to say you are right because I could not take it if you smirked." "I do not smirk," Vikirnoff claimed. "Yes, you do. And I detest that after all these centuries, you are making sense. Frankly, its scary." "It is only that you are not making sense sunce you acquired a lifemate. I hope that does not happen to all men. It would be a shame." "Your sense of humor is not improving," Nicolae pointed out dryly. "I do not have a sense.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| eac0cb6 | He tasted passion. He tasted emotion. He tasted a world he'd never imagined, one he could never enter. It was right there in front of him, suddenly open to him. Unexpected. Exciting. Scary. | kiss passion | Christine Feehan | |
| 0dc20ed | Sebastian it is. You can tell me what a patron saint is later, since I have no knowledge of such things. Sebastian Kane. "Sebastian Kane Cannon. You're going to marry me and use my last name, right?" "Is that supposed to be a proposal?" | children humor marriage-proposal | Christine Feehan | |
| dc55d4c | He glanced at Ken. "Why the hell does a women complete a family?" Ken shrugged and exchanged a small smile with him. "I don't know, but let's keep her. She's mellowed you out, and I didn't think that was possible." "I've always been mellow." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 8f190b0 | I made the decision fifteen years ago that you were my life. My everything. You were with me in my dreams my dark lover my friend and confidant. | christine-feehan dark-dream dark-dreamers paranormal romance vampire | Christine Feehan | |
| 9af1970 | Life should imitate romance literature far more often. | Charlaine Harris | ||
| a5e88a5 | He was one of those people who would be neither a follower nor a leader, but only an aspiring heart, impatient in the failing body which imprisoned it. | T.H. White | ||
| 48fe9e9 | Perhaps man was neither good nor bad, was only a machine in an insensate universe--his courage no more than a reflex to danger, like the automatic jump at the pin-prick. Perhaps there were no virtues, unless jumping at pin-pricks was a virtue, and humanity only a mechanical donkey led on by the iron carrot of love, through the pointless treadmill of reproduction. | meaninglessness the-absurd virtues | T.H. White | |
| a0606a5 | The sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just can't reach | Stephen Chbosky | ||
| 2bec59a | When we were all getting ready to leave, I walked up to my grandfather and gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. He wiped my lip print off with his palm and gave me a look. He doesn't like the boys in the family to touch him. But I'm very glad that I did it anyway in case he dies. I never got to do that with my Aunt Helen. | Stephen Chbosky | ||
| f5daf85 | I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away. And disappear. I know that's wrong because it's my responsibility, and I know that things get worse before they get better because that's what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big. | Stephen Chbosky | ||
| b325525 | I couldn't believe Sam actually got me a present because i honestly thought the "I love you" was it." | Stephen Chbosky | ||
| b49af14 | We are who we are for a lot of reasons | Stephen Chbosky | ||
| 6f74477 | And she looked at me like she couldn't believe I knew she loved Anne Rice. I guess he didn't know how much she talked or how much I listened. | Stephen Chbosky | ||
| 1fafbcc | I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is. | Stephen Chbosky | ||
| 47c0afa | You can afford to be compassionate, lax, and courteous if, once in a while, when it is least expected of you, but completely justified, you sue someone, or savage an enemy, just to show that you can walk the walk. | Nassim Nicholas Taleb | ||
| 86330a2 | You know you have influence when people start noticing your absence more than the presence of others. | Nassim Nicholas Taleb | ||
| 3436daf | This idea that in order to make a decision you need to focus on the consequences (which you can know) rather than the probability (which you can't know) is the central idea of uncertainty. | Nassim Nicholas Taleb | ||
| 6fa1479 | Among adults - and among orphans - Wilbur Larch noted that delirious happiness was rare. | John Irving | ||
| 6b1ba36 | Love is love, and loss is loss. We all love, and we all die, and everyone suffers the pain of grieving. The trick is to enjoy what you have while you have it. | grief love | Lynsay Sands | |
| 8517b1a | I'm mortal. You really don't want me falling down stairs and breaking my neck." "I'd catch you," he assured her solemnly. "I'll always be there to catch you, Inez." | thomas | Lynsay Sands | |
| a7255c9 | I'll talk to Mortimer and see what he thinks, and then get back to you tomorrow. In the meantime, you should really get to sleep and get those shared dreams going." Cale grimaced at the suggestion, and reminded him, "She has a splitting headache, Bricker." "I thought that was a married woman's complaint?" Bricker responded quickly, and then laughed at his own joke as he hung up." | cale | Lynsay Sands | |
| 56d0801 | Vivimos rompiendo nuestro mundo a cada rato... | Juan Rulfo | ||
| fa0900e | The time has come for an all-out war against poverty. The rich nations must use their vast resources of wealth to develop the underdeveloped, school the unschooled, and feed the unfed. Ultimately a great nation is a compassionate nation. No individual or nation can be great if it does not have a concern for "the least of these"." -- | Martin Luther King Jr. | ||
| ffbcf75 | If I had to name my disability, I would call it an unwillingness to fall. On the one hand, this is perfectly normal. I do not know anyone who likes to fall. But, on the other hand, this reluctance signals mistrust of the central truth of the Christian gospel: life springs from death, not only at the last but also in the many little deaths along the way. When everything you count on for protection has failed, the Divine Presence does not fai.. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| 9d99175 | The effort to untangle the human words from the divine seems not only futile to me but also unnecessary, since God works with what is. God uses whatever is usable in a life, both to speak and to act, and those who insist on fireworks in the sky may miss the electricity that sparks the human heart. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| 321632c | I know that the Bible is a special kind of book, but I find it as seductive as any other. If I am not careful, I can begin to mistake the words on the page for the realities they describe. I can begin to love the dried ink marks on the page more than I love the encounters that gave rise to them. If I am not careful, I can decide that I am really much happier reading my Bible than I am entering into what God is doing in my own time and place.. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| d2a60aa | I had done everything I knew how to do to draw as near to the heart of God as I could, only to find myself out of gas on a lonely road, filled with bitterness & self-pity. To suppose that I had ended up in such a place by the grace of God required a significant leap of faith. If I could open my hands, then all that fell from them might flower on the way down. If I could let myself fall, then I too might land in a fertile place. | Barbara Brown Taylor | ||
| 209cfd8 | C.S. Lewis in his second letter to me at Oxford, asked how it was that I, as a product of a materialistic universe, was not at home there. 'Do fish complain of the sea for being wet? Or if they did, would that fact itself not strongly suggest that they had not always been, or would not always be, purely aquatic creatures? Then, if we complain of time and take such joy in the seemingly timeless moment, what does that suggest? It suggests tha.. | heaven time | Sheldon Vanauken | |
| 79db796 | When you've been really beaten, you realize that you are just an envelope of skin, an easily penetrated envelope that holds together a lot of fluids and some rigid structures, which in their turn can simply be broken and invaded. | Charlaine Harris | ||
| 48abd65 | And that's your fantasy? That I come into your house naked and have sex with you?" "After that, you tell me that you have sent Eric on his way, that you want to be mine forever, and that to share my life you will permit me to make you a vampire like me." The silence now was thick, and the fun had drained out of the fantasy. Then Bill added, "You know what I'd say when you told me this? I'd tell you I would never do such a thing. Because I l.. | Charlaine Harris | ||
| d426467 | The world seemed a bad and terrible place, all its denizens suspect, and I the lamb wandering through the valley of death with a bell around my neck. | Charlaine Harris | ||
| 3cdf9a8 | I could tell Hugo was convinced that he would get to walk back up these stairs: after all, he was a civilized person. These were all civilized people. Hugo really couldn't imagine that anything irreparable could happen to him, because he was a middle-class white American with a college education, as were all the people on the stairs with us. I had no such conviction. I was not a wholly civilized person. | Charlaine Harris | ||
| 46c5cd4 | He picked some unwise words. Saying, "I'll enjoy killing you for my lord", is just not the way to make my acquaintance." | dead-and-gone sookie-stackhouse | Charlaine Harris | |
| 435a632 | For time and eternity there have been fathers like Nathan who simply can see no way to have a daughter but to own her like a plot of land. To work her, plow her under, rain down a dreadful poison upon her. Miraculously, it causes these girls to grow. They elongate on the pale slender stalks of their longing, like sunflowers with heavy heads. You can shield them with your body and soul, trying to absorb that awful rain, but they'll still mov.. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| 1a46dfe | Culture is a slingshot moved by the force of its past | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| 1bea4e4 | If you ask me, when something extraordinary shows up in your life in the middle of the night, you give it a name and make it the best home you can. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| eab5b37 | We aimed for no more than to have dominion over every creature that moved upon the earth. And so it came to pass that we stepped down there on a place we believed unformed, where only darkness moved on the face of the waters. Now you laugh, day and night, while you gnaw on my bones. But what else could we have thought? Only that it began and ended with us. What do we know, even now? Ask the children. Look at what they grew up to be. We can .. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| f329343 | Art is the antidote that can call us back from the edge of numbness, restoring the ability to feel for another. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| 5c1f50f | Many bright people are really in the dark about vegetable life. Biology teachers face kids in classrooms who may not even believe in the metamorphosis of bud to flower to fruit and seed, but rather, some continuum of pansies becoming petunias becoming chrysanthemums; that's the only reality they witness as landscapers come to campuses and city parks and surreptitiously yank out one flower before it fades from its prime, replacing it with an.. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| f4b630c | My little beast, my eyes, my favorite stolen egg. Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow. | Barbara Kingsolver |