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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ddb19e7 | The junior hoodlums who roamed their streets were symptoms of a greater sickness; their citizens (all of them counted as such) glorified their mythology of 'rights' . . . and lost track of their duties. No nation, so constituted, can endure. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| ce32327 | If Satan should ever replace God he would find it necessary to assume the attributes of Divinity. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| 9f55d2b | She taught me to love by loving me, and I learned--rather slowly; I wasn't too good a pupil, being set in my ways and lacking her natural talent. But I did learn. Learned that supreme happiness lies in wanting to keep another person safe and warm and happy, and being privileged to try. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| 2494a82 | History has the relation to truth that theology has to religion -- ie., none to speak of | religion theology truth | Robert A. Heinlein | |
| 2bbf47b | I gazed around the room and my eyes stopped dead on a little boy standing in the corner. This was a particularly eerie doll. Life-sized and blond-haired and blue-eyed. I saw a little Nazi boy, pockets probably stuffed with scissors and retractable blades. My grandfather on my mother's side was rumored to be half Jewish, which practically makes me Jerry Seinfeld's brother, and thus wary of blond German boys with their hands out of sight. | Augusten Burroughs | ||
| adf9fb6 | It perhaps might be said--if any one dared--that the most worthless literature of the world has been that which has been written by the men of one nation concerning the men of another. | value writing | Stephen Crane | |
| 83ac46d | I loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time while we were alone. I worked well and we made great trips, and I thought we were invulnerable again, and it wasn't until we were out of the mountains in late spring, and back in Paris, that the other thing started again. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| e47df85 | No Pilar," Agustin said. "You are not smart. You are brave. You are loyal. You have decision. You have intuition. Much decision and much heart. But you are not smart." | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| b8e1d51 | b`d lnth mn ktb 'sh`r b'nny mstnzf `Tfyan. dh lm yHdth m`k dhlk, ln ttmkn mn nql lmsh`r lqry'k. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| d37d537 | Be patient, hand," he said. "I do this for you." | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 35a798a | I think perhaps I can too. But I try not to borrow. First you borrow. Then you beg. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 3741bf3 | He thought about alone in Constantinople that time, having quarreled in Paris before he had gone out. He had whored the whole time and then, when that was over, and he had failed to kill his loneliness, but only made it worse, he had written her, the first one, the one who left him, a letter telling her how he had never been able to kill it . . . . How when he thought he saw her outside the Regence one time it made him go all faint and sick.. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 3beed9f | Put me down, I'm too heavy." "You're small enough to fit in my pocket." | funny humour romance | Sarah Mayberry | |
| 0434579 | And you can't help but worry for them, love them, want for them - those who go on down the close, foetid galleries of time and space without you. | Tim Winton | ||
| 59df4c4 | This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 042654b | My whole life had been an uninterrupted act of loving him. | Christopher Pike | ||
| 79c03ab | I'm Paige," I whispered. He was serious, for once. "Are you the first page, or the last?" I didn't answer, not right then." | Christopher Pike | ||
| 90c61a2 | It's ironic, isn't it? Our goal was great. Our path was dark. | Christopher Pike | ||
| 4bc370a | Alone.'Twas her destiny to be ever surrounded by others, yet ever alone. | Teresa Medeiros | ||
| 7078b02 | Failure to act always brings consequences. But sometimes, those consequences can be turned to one's advantage. | Timothy Zahn | ||
| b4d8982 | A tale is told of twin boys born to different mothers. One is dark by nature, the other light. One is rich, the other poor. One is harsh, the other gentle. One is forever youthful, the other old before his time. One is mortal. They share no bond of blood or sympathy, but they are twins nonetheless. They each live without ever knowing that they are brothers. They each die fighting the blind god. | Matthew Woodring Stover | ||
| f2bd92f | The dark is generous, and it is patient. It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt. The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout. The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light. The dar.. | Matthew Woodring Stover | ||
| 13db879 | We're all tourists, sort of. Life is tourism, sort of. As far as I'm concerned, the dinosaurs still hold the lease on this godforsaken rock. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| bd3db6e | Necessity used to be the mother of invention, but then we ran out of things that were necessary. The postmodern mother of invention is desire; we don't really "need" anything new, so we only create what we want." | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| 909b20d | We would sit in the living room, drink a case of Busch beer, and throw the empty cans into the kitchen for no reason whatsoever, beyond the fact that it was the most overtly irresponsible way for any two people to live. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| db7cdb3 | We are losing the ability to understand anything that's even vaguely complex. | thought understanding wisdom | Chuck Klosterman | |
| 95d1ab5 | Stories are masks of God. That's a story, too, of course. I made it up, in collaborations with Joseph Campbell and Scheherazade, Jesus and the Buddha and the Brother's Grimm. Stories show us how to bear the unbearable, approach the unapproachable, conceive the inconceiveable. Stories provide meaning, texture, layers and layers of truth. Stories can also trivialize. Offered indelicately, taken too literally, stories become reductionist tools.. | buddha children god jesus joseph-campbell masks-of-god scheherazade stories storytellers the-brothers-grimm truth | Melanie Tem | |
| 1beda6e | WHEN 99% OF PEOPLE DOUBT YOU, YOU'RE EITHER GRAVELY WRONG OR ABOUT TO MAKE HISTORY. | Timothy Ferriss | ||
| 4806068 | Pacifists become militants. Freedom fighters become tyrants. Blessings become curses. Help becomes hindrance. More becomes less. | Timothy Ferriss | ||
| 7455266 | Learn to be difficult when it counts | Timothy Ferriss | ||
| c344569 | What's a slut?" I ask him. "A girl who puts out too easily." "Puts out what?" I imagine Greer putting out dinner and don't understand what Iwan wouldn't like about that. "Puts out, you know..." His face, already beet red from our run, turns a darker scarlet. "Sex." I wonder where Greer puts the sex out." | funny ya | Rachel Cohn | |
| 8963081 | And for all he had learned to bandage himself up on the outside, the wound remained just as bad and deep as the moment it had been made - when it became obvious that the one male he wanted above all others was never, ever going to be with him. | lovers lovesickness painful | J.R. Ward | |
| 5510f8f | Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither! | black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward lover-awakened mistress vampires zsadist | J.R. Ward | |
| 038f87e | You're the love of my life, whether you're with me or not. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 5164470 | The angel popped his already mile high collar. "She said she wanted the holiest thing in the house to do it." "She got holey, all right," somebody muttered. "Is that Butche's Bible?" V asked. The angel flashed the goods. "Yup, and his BoC, he called it? I also got a sermon I did myself." "Saints preserve us," came from the opposite side of the crowd. "Wait, Wait, Wait." V waved his hand rolled around. "I'm the son of a deity and she picked .. | lassiter theking v vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| 0bba161 | Fear of change was a weakness | black black-dagger black-dagger-brotherhood brotherhood dagger love lovers-love-story vampire | J.R. Ward | |
| 9e39802 | John took his fucking time in Xhex's shower , washing himself thoroughly not because he was dirty, but because he figured two could play at the whole whip-the-state-clean, what-happened-didn't-happen thing. | J.R. Ward | ||
| fd37295 | Wrath clapped his brother on the shoulder. On the whole, though, the SOB was a total keeper. "Forgiven, forgotten." "Feel free to hammer me anytime." "Believe me, I do." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 9edf722 | You will leave now," she said softly, " or I will drag you out of here by your hair." The man had breath like a day-old tuna sandwich. "I hate dykes. You always think you're tougher than you really----" Xhex grabbed the man's wrist, turned him in a little circle, and cranked him arm up to the middle of his back. Then she clipped her leg around his ankles and shoved him off balance. He landed like a side of beef, the wind getting knocked out.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 21ce145 | Are you all right?" "Leg's shot" "How shot?" "Well, I'm looking at the heel of my shitkicker and the front of my knee at the same time. And there's a high probability I'm going to throw up." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 17f96d9 | Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 62386ea | If you've bullshitted me, angel, I'm going to kill you." The other male rolled his eyes. "I'm already dead, idiot." | black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward lassiter tohr tohrment | J.R. Ward | |
| 9a609d3 | The deadweight of his body,coupled with the aches, made him remember back to a time when he'd gotten colds or flus. Same feeling. Was it possible he was getting sick? Made him wonder if anyone had come up with a product like Dead-quil or some shit. Probably not. | lash lover-mine | J.R. Ward | |
| d3ad69a | United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole. | J.R. Ward |