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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 49c1bad | we must be precise with love, its language and its gestures. If it is to save us, we must look at it as clearly as we should learn to look at death | Julian Barnes | ||
| 44ad390 | His air of failure had nothing desperate about it; rather, it seemed to stem from an unresented realisation that he was not cut out for success, and his duty was therefore to ensure only that he failed in the correct and acceptable fashion. | Julian Barnes | ||
| e93fc6d | When we're young, everyone over the age of thirty looks middle-aged, everyone over fifty antique. And time, as it goes by, confirms that we weren't that wrong. Those little age differentials, so crucial and so gross when we are young erode. We end up all belonging to the same category, that of the non-young. I've never much minded this myself. | middle-age | Julian Barnes | |
| 41ec6d2 | Remorse, etymologically, is the action of biting again: that's what the feeling does to you. Imagine the strength of the bite when I reread my words. They seemed like some ancient curse I had forgotten even uttering. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 85e17ea | Though why should we expect age to mellow us? If it isn't life's business to reward merit, why should it be life's business to give us warm comfortable feelings towards its end? What possible evolutionary purpose could nostalgia serve? | Julian Barnes | ||
| db19c35 | Did you hear that?" the duke asked with a wide grin, turning to Dare. "She said 'papa.'" The viscount returned the candy dish and tea tray to the relocated end table. "I distinctly heard 'baboon.'" "Hm, well, you're distinctly deaf." | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| ff26166 | Many governments employ torture but this was the first time that the element of Saturnalia and pornography in the process had been made so clear to me. If you care to imagine what any inadequate or cruel man might do, given unlimited power over a woman, then anything that you can bring yourself to suspect was what became routine in ESMA, the Navy Mechanics School that became the headquarters of the business. I talked to Dr. Emilio Mignone, .. | esma hell sadism sexual-abuse torture | Christopher Hitchens | |
| 1692807 | And the mystery knight should defeat all challengers and name the wolf maid the queen of love and beauty. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 59734f9 | Tyrion turned to his nephew. "Joffrey, it is past time you called on Lord Eddard and his lady, to offer them your comfort." Joffrey looked as petulant as only a boy prince can look. "What good will my comfort do them?" "None," Tyrion said. "Yet it is expected of you. Your absence has been noted." "The Stark boy is nothing to me," Joffrey said. "I cannot abide the wailing of women." Tyrion Lannister reached up and slapped his nephew hard acr.. | tyrrion-lannister | George R.R. Martin | |
| f2be030 | One-and-twenty sorts of birds," said Ser Kyle. "One-and-twenty sorts of bird droppings," said Ser Maynard. "You have no poetry in your heart, ser." "You have shit upon your shoulder." | cynicism poetry shit | George R.R. Martin | |
| 0b9de8a | Is it treason to say the truth? A bitter truth, but no less true for that. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 41fa611 | An old septon once claimed I was living proof of the goodness of the gods. (...) Why, if the gods were cruel, they would have made me my mother's firstborn, and Doran her third. I am a bloodthirsty man, you see. And it is me you must contend with now, not my patient, prudent, and gouty brother. -- Oberyn Martell | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 448c5ff | The gods are blind. And men see only what they wish. | men | George R.R. Martin | |
| 83f949f | At the Trident, those brave men Viserys spoke of who died beneath our dragon banners - did they give their lives because they believed in Rhaegar's cause, or because they had been bought and paid for?" Dany turned to Mormont, crossed her arms, and waited for an answer. "My queen," the big man said slowly, "all you say is true. But Rhaegar lost on the Trident. He lost the battle, he lost the war, he lost the kingdom, and he lost his life. Hi.. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| e19c100 | Men of honor will do things for their children that they would never consider doing for themselves. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 9ca57ef | I am the blood of the dragon, she thought. If they are monsters, so am I. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 313d54b | I am only a little lion, child, and I vow, I shall not savage you. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 197ab7d | It's so much easier to walk away than it is to have to explain to someone that you never want to see them again. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 21f732f | But if that was really true, why in the name of all that is holy would anyone have ever liked Nikki in the first place? I was becoming more and more convinced she was a cross between Heidi Montag and Hitler. | hitler | Meg Cabot | |
| de9df97 | It wasn't me," Lars supplied, from the front seat. "I didn't tell." "Of course it wasn't Lars," Michael said, having overheard him. "Tell Lars no one is blaming him." Seriously, if my life were one of those romance novels with a love triangle, Lars and Michael would be the sexy paranormal alpha males, but the two of them would be in love with each other and just ignore me." | Meg Cabot | ||
| 71053ab | Good," he said. "We need to talk." Suddenly, I didn't feel so relaxed anymore. Talk? What does he want to talk about? The part where I nearly died? I didn't want to talk about that. Because the fact is, that whole part, the part where I nearly died, well, I nearly died trying to save him. Seriously. I was hoping he hadn't noticed, but I could tell by the look on his face that he totally had. Noticed, I mean. And now he wanted to talk ab.. | suze | Meg Cabot | |
| c896c9d | and standing before me a bloodied bottle of Absolut in her hand, is Mrs. Allington, her pink jogging suit drenched, her chest heaving, her eyes filled with contempt as she stared down at Rachel's prone body. Mrs. Allington shakes her head. "I'm a size twelve," she says." | Meg Cabot | ||
| 7073b19 | We kissed all the way through the fireworks display. We didn't even notice that there was a fireworks display... ...I guess because we'd been making fireworks of our own. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 76c5245 | I realized Michael was right. I mean, I am always writing in this journal. And I do compose a lot of poetry, and write a lot of notes and emails and stuff. I mean, I feel like I am always writing. I do it so much, I never even thought about it as a talent. It's just something I do all the time, like breathing. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 411cfb9 | Because my heat was too full of appreciation for what my friends-- my real friends-- had done for me. | meg-cabot teen-idol thatsaquote | Meg Cabot | |
| 46e74a6 | Eras are conveniences, particularly for those who never experienced them. We carve history from totalities beyond our grasp. Bolt labels on the result. Handles. Then speak of the handles as though they were things in themselves. | William Gibson | ||
| c0d49e1 | You know people don't get better as we get older- we just get more of who we are. | let-the-past-begin stories-all-new-tales | Jonathan Carroll | |
| cd3e91e | Life really is amazing, and when you're about to lose it, you finally notice that you never really took it in before. And you realize the sheer magnitude of what it involves, from your first kiss to your hundredth slice of pizza. I guess that's why those tears drifted down my cheeks. | Ryan C. Thomas | ||
| 7c4d23d | reality has an odd habit of catching up with satire. | Walter Isaacson | ||
| e4462f8 | Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point. | melissa-de-la-cruz witches-of-east-end | Melissa de la Cruz | |
| 0063ee0 | She could not trust herself to hope--but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on. | Melissa de la Cruz | ||
| 0f65b9d | Memory fills my body as much as blood and bones. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 1639523 | When I got the tattoo, I knew I was drawing a crooked line between myself and society. | Warren Ellis | ||
| 497e932 | I remember first learning about death quite vividly. I'm not sure how old I was, but I remember the conversation like it was yesterday. My grandfather had died, and my mother was trying to explain it to me. 'Sometimes, when someone gets ill, and they're very very old, they don't get better again. They just get iller and iller and then... then their body stops working.' 'I don't understand.' 'What's in them just goes away, and doesn't come b.. | Warren Ellis | ||
| 243e4a5 | Worry drains the mindof its power and, sooner or later, it injures the soul | Robin S. Sharma | ||
| 740e87b | life doesn't always give you what you ask for, but it always gives you what you need. | Robin S. Sharma | ||
| 79f776e | Vous eprouves trop d'emotion, Hastings, It affects your hands and your wits. Is that a way to fold a coat? And regard what you have done to my pyjamas. If the hairwash breaks what will befall them?' 'Good heavens, Poirot,' I cried, 'this is a matter of life and death. What does it matter what happens to our clothes?' 'You have no sense of proportion Hastings. We cannot catch a train earlier than the time that it leaves, and to ruin one's cl.. | humor | Agatha Christie | |
| 18628a5 | I suppose what I really am is restless. I want to go everywhere, see everything, do everything. I want to find something. Yes, that's it, I want to find something. | purpose restless | Agatha Christie | |
| 5760264 | Where do one's fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open? | philosophy questions | Agatha Christie | |
| f8dee79 | Fey...a Scotch word...It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know--it's too good to be true. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 09883db | I learned everything I know about plot from Dame Agatha (Christie). | plot plotting | Connie Willis | |
| b4087f6 | fiction is founded on truth... unless things did happen, people couldn't think of them. | Agatha Christie | ||
| c8a9b6c | Speech, so a wise old Frenchman said to me once, is an invention of man's to prevent him from thinking. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 9fcfa94 | If one could order a crime as one does a dinner, what would you choose? . . . Let's review the menu. Robbery? Frogery? No, I think not. Rather too vegetarian. It must be murder--red-blooded murder--with trimmings, of course. | murder mystery | Agatha Christie |