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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0ef93b5 | I'd managed to find a hobbit in the Caucasus Mountains. I wondered what he would do if I asked him about second breakfast. | humour kate-daniels | Ilona Andrews | |
| c2c2224 | True beauty isn't in how big your breasts are, or how large your eyes are, or how pretty your nose is. All that is temporary. Breasts sag, skin gets wrinkles, waists become wider, and strong backs stoop. I tried to teach you this when you were younger, but I must've done a bad job, because you never learned it. True beauty is in how that person makes you feel. When a man truly loves you, the longer you are together, the more beautiful you w.. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 22e8c38 | And your skin is like honey. I wonder how you taste." Bitter and tired. "Mhm." | nevada-baylor | Ilona Andrews | |
| 45c5718 | Player: Relax. Respond. That's what people do. You can't go through life questioning your situation at every turn. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 53c8353 | Princess," he said, spreading his arms in a shrug, "how does such a little thing like you get such a big temper?" I held up my hand to shield my eyes from the sun. "Marc Antony," I said, "how does such a big man like you have such a little brain?" -- | marc-antony | Kristiana Gregory | |
| a133644 | The boy who kidnapped Holly Short all those years ago would never have entertained the notion of sacrificing himself. But he was no longer that boy. His parents were restored to him, and he had brothers. And dear friends. Something else Artemis had never anticipated. | artemis-fowl-the-2nd | Eoin Colfer | |
| c39dfbe | Holly, do you trust me?" Holly groaned. "Artemis, don't ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming." | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 9a69f36 | This barricade is made neither of paving stones, nor of timbers, nor of iron; it is made of two mounds, a mound of ideas and a mound of sorrows. Here misery encounters the ideal. Here the day embraces the night, and says: I will die with you and you will be born again with me. | enjolras les-amis-d-abc | Victor Hugo | |
| 5973969 | The merciful precepts of Christ will at last suffuse the Code and it will glow with their radiance. Crime will be considered an illness with its own doctors to replace your judges and its hospitals to replace your prisons. Liberty shall be equated with health. Ointments and oil shall be applied to limbs that were once shackled and branded. Infirmities that once were scourged with anger shall now be bathed with love. The cross in place of th.. | crime cross gallows hospitals illness judges love prisons the-last-day-of-a-condemned-man victor-hugo | Victor Hugo | |
| 850d0a4 | Joie est mon caractere, C'est la faute a Voltaire; Misere est mon trousseau C'est la faute a Rousseau. [Joy is my character, 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Misery is my trousseau | rousseau voltaire | Victor Hugo | |
| 0833929 | Night and the day, when united, Bring forth the beautiful light. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 93607c3 | Books are cold but safe friends | Victor Hugo | ||
| 945f96a | Though we chisel away as best we can at the mysterious block from which our life is made, the black vein of destiny continually reappears. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 71a8f6a | A benevolent malefactor, merciful, gentle, helpful, clement, a convict, returning good for evil, giving back pardon for hatred, preferring pity to vengeance, preferring to ruin himself rather than to ruin his enemy, saving him who had smitten him, kneeling on the heights of virtue, more nearly akin to an angel than to a man. Javert was constrained to admit to himself that this monster existed. Things could not go on in this manner. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 9b6dd2a | A certain amount of reverie is good, like a narcotic in discreet doses. It soothes the fever, occasionally high, of the brain at work, and produces in the mind a soft, fresh vapor that corrects the all too angular contours of pure thought, fills up the gaps and intervals here and there, binds them together, and dulls the sharp corners of ideas. But too much reverie submerges and drowns. Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie it's pl.. | intellect reverie thought | Victor Hugo | |
| c345d97 | I advance in life, I grow more simple, and I become more and more patriotic for humanity. | human-rights humanity patriotism simplicity | Victor Hugo | |
| bce2826 | God manifests himself to us in the first degree through the life of the universe, and in the second degree through the thought of man. The second manifestation is not less holy than the first. The first is named Nature, the second is named Art. | capital-punishment inspirational-success-failure paris victor | Victor Hugo | |
| 1f2c850 | She was in that highly-wrought state when the reasoning powers act with great rapidity: the state a man is in before a battle or a struggle, in danger, and at the decisive moments of life - those moments when a man shows once and for all what he is worth, that his past was not lived in vain but was a preparation for these moments. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 207fa14 | At that instant he knew that all his doubts, even the impossibility of believing with his reason, of which he was aware in himself, did not in the least hinder his turning to God. All of that now floated out of his soul like dust. To whom was he to turn if not to Him in whose hands he felt himself, his soul, and his love? | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 938fd2c | Just when the question of how to live had become clearer to him, a new insoluble problem presented itself - Death. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 6c26929 | It seems as though mankind has forgotten the laws of its divine Saviour, Who preached love and forgiveness of injuries--and that men attribute the greatest merit to skill in killing one another. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 17311bc | Count Vronsky: I love you! Anna Karenina: Why? Count Vronsky: You can't ask Why about love! | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| f1b7ae7 | He felt like a man who, after straining his eyes to peer into the remote distance, finds what he was seeking at his very feet. All his life he had been looking over the heads of those around him, while he had only to look before him without straining his eyes. p 1320 | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| ba82ba1 | For man to be able to live he must either not see the infinite, or have such an explanation of the meaning of life as will connect the finite with the infinite. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 734613a | All were happy -- plants, birds, insects and children. But grown-up people -- adult men and women -- never left off cheating and tormenting themselves and one another. It was not this spring morning which they considered sacred and important, not the beauty of God's world, given to all creatures to enjoy -- a beauty which inclines the heart to peace, to harmony and to love. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| e41a4b8 | I have discovered nothing. I have only found out what I knew. I understand the force that in the past gave me life, and now too gives me life. I have been set free from falsity, I have found the Master. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 2fcac26 | The acquisition by dishonest means and cunning,' said Levin, feeling that he was incapable of clearly defining the borderline between honesty and dishonesty. 'Like the profits made by banks,' he went on. 'This is evil, I mean, the acquisition of enormous fortunes without work, as it used to be with the spirit monopolists. Only the form has changed. Hardly were the monopolies abolished before railways and banks appeared: just another way o.. | banks earnings labor leo-tolstoy monopolies profits railways work | Leo Tolstoy | |
| baf586d | The old oak, utterly transformed, draped in a tent of sappy dark green, basked faintly, undulating in the rays of the evening sun. Of the knotted fingers, the gnarled excrecenses, the aged grief and mistrust- nothing was to be seen. Through the rough, century-old bark, where there were no twigs, leaves had burst out so sappy, so young, that is was hard to believe that the aged creature had borne them. "Yes, that is the same tree," thought P.. | nature | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 9648785 | Power is a word the meaning of which we do not understand. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| ad3c1c8 | There is something so enchanting in the smile of melancholy. It is a ray of light in the darkness, a shade between sadness and despair, showing the possibility of consolation. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| bbb0d23 | So you see,' said Stepan Arkadyich, 'you're a very wholesome man. That is your virtue and your defect. You have a wholesome character, and you want all of life to be made up of wholesome phenomena, but that doesn't happen. So you despise the activity of public service because you want things always to correspond to their aim, and that doesn't happen. You also want the activity of the individual man always to have an aim, that love and famil.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| f84bad7 | You've said nothing, of course, and I ask nothing," he was saying; "but you know that friendship's not what I want: that there's only one happiness in life for me, that word that you dislike so...yes, love!..." | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 0062678 | Pretence about anything sometimes deceives the wisest and shrewdest man, but, however cunningly it is hidden, a child of the meanest capacity feels it and is repelled by it. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| eb769bf | How strange it is that when I was a child I tried to be like a grownup, yet as soon as I ceased to be a child I often longed to be like one. | child childhood grownup tolstoy youth | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 6ff122a | My fine visions are all very well, but I must not forget they are absolutely unreal. I have a rosy sky and a green flowery Eden in my brain; but without, I am perfectly aware, lies at my feet a rough tract to travel, and around me gather black tempests to encounter. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 2c24db3 | That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| e12acc4 | Oh, mention it! If I storm, you have the art of weeping." "Mr. Rochester, I must leave you." "For how long, Jane? For a few minutes, while you smooth your hair -- which is somewhat dishevelled; and bathe your face -- which looks feverish?" "I must leave Adele and Thornfield. I must part with you for my whole life: I must begin a new existence among strange faces and strange scenes." "Of course: I told you you should. I pass over the madness.. | passion torn | Charlotte Brontë | |
| f3508d8 | Great pains were taken to hide chains with flowers | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| a23076a | So you shun me? - you shut yourself up and grieve alone! I would rather you had come and upbraided me with vehemence. You are passionate: I expected a scene of some kind. I was prepared for the hot rain of tears; only I wanted them to be shed on my breast: now a senseless floor has received them, or your drenched handkerchief. But I err: you have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose, then, tha.. | crying pain tears | Charlotte Brontë | |
| f4f7574 | For years she had had her back against the stone wall of Rhett's love and had taken it as much for granted as she had taken Melanie's love, flattering herself that she drew her strength from herself alone. And even as she had realized earlier in the evening that Melanie had been beside her in her bitter campaigns against life, now she knew that silent in the background, Rhett had stood, loving her, understanding her, ready to help. Rhett at.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| e826da6 | Did it ever occur to you that I loved you as much as a man can love a woman? Loved you for years before I finally got you? During the war I'd go away and try to forget you, but I couldn't and I always had to come back. After the war I risked arrest, just to come back and find you. I cared so much I believe I would have killed Frank Kennedy if he hadn't died when he did. I loved you but I couldn't let you know it. You're so brutal to those w.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| f8eca89 | Somewhere, on the long road that wound through those four years, the girl with her sachet & dancing slippers had slipped away & there was left a woman with sharp green eyes, who counted pennies & turned her hands to many menial tasks, a woman to whom nothing was left from the wreckage except the indestructible red earth on which she stood. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 6d86485 | FAUSTUS: Where are you damn'd? MEPHISTOPHILIS: In hell. FAUSTUS: How comes it, then, that thou art out of hell? MEPHISTOPHILIS: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it: | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| bc69f91 | God Is, Lucifer is a devil, and there is a Hell. | christian christopher-marlowe creator demons devil eternity faust god hard-truths hell lucifer marlowe truth | E.A. Bucchianeri |