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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 86610dd | What a rapist takes from a woman is her future. The person she is going to become, who she is supposed to be, is gone. In many ways, it's worse than murder, because he has killed that potential person, eradicated that potential life, yet she still lives and breathes, and has to figure out another way to thrive. | Karin Slaughter | ||
| 10bf0a0 | He made a good salary but he did not flaunt it. He'd been raised in Chicago proper by a Lithuanian Jewish mother who had grown up in poverty, telling stories, often, of extending a chicken to its fullest capacity, so as soon as a restaurant served his dish, he would promptly cut it in half and ask for a to-go container. Portions are too big anyway, he'd grumble, patting his waistline. He'd only give away his food if the corners were cleanly.. | fathers | Aimee Bender | |
| 2b60e1d | But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think? Before she knew it was candles, did she think she'd done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips, and the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived? | Aimee Bender | ||
| 27e7518 | nobody ever wrote to me saying"you know ender's game was a pretty good book, but you know what it really needs a n introduction!".....so be assured the novel stands on its own, and if you skip this intro and go straight to the story, i not only won't stand in your way i'll even agree with you!" | Orson Scott Card | ||
| f166dbf | Someday stars will wind down or blow up. Someday death will cover us all like the water of a lake and perhaps nothing will ever come to the surface to show that we were ever there. But we WERE there, and during the time we lived, we were alive. That's the truth - what is, what was, what will be - not what could be, what should have been, what never can be. | inspiration olhado religion | Orson Scott Card | |
| 662b828 | The trouble with coins is, when one face is up, the other face is down. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 3b26dce | The tribe is whatever we believe it is. If we say the tribe is all the Little Ones in the forest, and all the trees, then that is what the tribe is. Even though some of the oldest trees here came from warriors of two different tribes, fallen in battle. We become one tribe because we say we're one tribe." Ender marveled at his mind, this small raman [member of another sentient species]. How few humans were able to grasp this idea, or let it .. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 0dc9eca | Mom," said Peter, "nobody thinks you're a lackwit, if that's what you're worried about." Lackwit? In what musty drawer of some dead English professor's dust-covered desk did you find that word? I assure you that never in my worst nightmares did I ever suppose that I was a lackwit." | ender lackwit orson puppets shadow | Orson Scott Card | |
| b078de1 | All you did was sit there, he said. Why are you so tired? I sat very diligently, she said. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 72e1d9e | Thirty seconds can be very long sometimes. Long enough to work a miracle or a revolution. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 0e837b7 | In my opinion, moderation is a vastly overrated virtue, particularly when applied to work | Barbara Taylor Bradford | ||
| 5c17cc3 | Priceless things matter not for their value, but because they offer us an enduring reminder of stability and permanence. | values-in-life | Barbara Taylor Bradford | |
| b693e39 | When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, "What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?" "They are the days of a long time ago, Laura," Pa said. "Go to sleep, now." But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa's fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods. She looked at Pa sitting on the bench by the hearth, the firelight gleaming on his brown hair and beard and glistening on the honey-brown .. | Laura Ingalls Wilder | ||
| d4d0e02 | So what do you do for a living? Staying alive is nice, but you can't do that forever. It's how you live the life you have while you have it. | Frank E. Peretti | ||
| 25cb07a | I am in favour of leaving people alone, however imperfect their polity may seem. It appears to me that you must not tell other nations how to set their house in order; nor must you compel them to be happy. | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| f3bb21e | It is a great while since I felt the grind of bone under my saw,' he added, smiling with anticipation. | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| 5f3e6e5 | Wallis,' said Maturin, 'I am happy to see you. How is your penis? | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| 77df805 | Never mind manoeuvres, always go at them. | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| acf5c8d | Of course his dust would be absorbed in other living things and to that degree at least he would exist again, though it was plain enough that the specific combination which was he would never exist again. | death nothingness | Gore Vidal | |
| 30bcb58 | Not having time for a person, not being able to sit in silence together with somebody, that's the same as rejecting them, as being scornful about them. | Henning Mankell | ||
| aad5f44 | The evil always comes from details. | Henning Mankell | ||
| 8390576 | That's the catch about betrayal, of course: that it feels good, that there's something immensely pleasurable about moving from a complicated relationship which involves minor atrocities on both sides to a nice, neat, simple one where one person has done something so horrible and unforgivable that the other person is immediately absolved of all the low-grade sins of sloth, envy, gluttony, avarice and I forget the other three. | relationships | Nora Ephron | |
| 540faac | SALLY Harry, I can't do this anymore. I am not your consolation prize. Goodbye. | Nora Ephron | ||
| 6681cea | You'd lay there after you'd drunk the old moloko and then you got the messel that everything all around you was sort of in the past. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 79d393b | Delimitation is always difficult. The world is one, life is one. The sweetest and most heavenly of activities partake in some measure of violence - the act of love, for instance; music, for instance. | lovemaking music violence | Anthony Burgess | |
| b6c2e37 | Oh, it was gorgeosity and yumyumyum. When it came to the Scherzo I could viddy myself very clear running and running on like the very light and mysterious nogas, carving the whole litso of the creeching world with my cut-throat britva. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| bd70f20 | Some of us have to fight. There are great traditions of liberty to defend. I am no partisan man. Where I see the infamy I seek to erase it. Party names mean nothing. The tradition of liberty means all. The common people will let it go, oh yes. They will sell liberty for a quieter life. That is why they must be prodded, prodded-. | party revolution rights | Anthony Burgess | |
| a9f77b2 | But this one was a writer, not a reader. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 901e036 | Is the man who chooses the bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him? | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 7749f0b | How is it possible for one to own the stars?" "To whom do they belong?" the businessman retorted, peevishly. "I don't know. To nobody." | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | ||
| a578d52 | It's much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others. | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | ||
| 09bee8d | Don't linger like this. You have decided to go away. Now go! | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | ||
| 9cbe8ba | You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me." | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | ||
| 72a2b73 | Oh, my gods. There were furies in the Covenant. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 06d48aa | Hey," I murmured. One side of his full lips tipped up. "Hey there, sleeping beauty..." Over his shoulder, the sky had deepened to a denim blue. "Did you kiss me awake?" "I did." Daemon was propped on his side, using his arm to support his head. He placed his hand on my stomach and my chest fluttered in response. "Told you, my lips have mystical powers." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 4b6ef59 | I laughed. "Oh, I like this little guy. If we can't let him go, can I keep him?" "Uh, no" "I shall name him Herbert," I announced, ignoring Dez. "Do you like the name, little puke-wedgie?" | herbert jas pukwudgie | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 4ba19e0 | I like your hair down." He twisted his fingers through the curls. My eyes drifted shut as I relaxed next to him. "It's a mess. I need to get a haircut." Hayden's fingers stilled. "No. You shouldn't cut your hair. It's beautiful." I would never cut my hair. Ever." | cute | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 8cd1934 | Sorry, but all I can think about are those people who were stranded in the snow and had to eat one another. | j-lynn jennifer-l-armentrout kyler-quinn sydney-bell | J. Lynn | |
| f60ad7e | Never trust the one who excels. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 38f87d2 | There are two of us," Seth said quietly. "Everything changed the moment you were born." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 8b13122 | I had a severe case of resting bitch face. If I had a dollar for every time some random person told me to smile, I would have more money than the Queen of England. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 0178595 | Nine floors underground. Ugh. It seemed like a long way to travel for the little origins to get out, but then again, they were like baby Einsteins on crack. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 4ed44ec | I loved him more than I loved pralines and beignets, and that was hardcore, because my love of sugary, sweet things rivaled the most epic love stories known to man. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| b7049e3 | We were out. And we were never going back. I'd take out an army, burn down an entire city and throw the world into chaos if I had to in order to keep Kat out of that place. | Jennifer L. Armentrout |