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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4ded890 | A good book will give you answers to questions you didn't know you had. A great book will give you questions to answers you thought you knew. | food-for-thought knowledge | Beth Revis | |
| 518cf9c | Amy looks up at me, her eyes melting jade. | Beth Revis | ||
| 05dcc6b | I want her so much that it overrides everything else, every other thought in my head, every instinct, every restraint. | Beth Revis | ||
| 71b4796 | Let's kill the big one with the red whiskers then," another suggested. "He looks like he might be troublesome, and he's probably too stupid to know anything useful." "I that one," Barak whispered." | David Eddings | ||
| 62cae49 | Ce'Nedra returned, frowning and a little angry. "They won't give me their eggs, Lady Polgara," she complained. "They're sitting one them." "You have to reach under them and take the eggs, dear." "Won't that make them angry?" "Are you afraid of a chicken?" | David Eddings | ||
| 590d57d | I note this hound of thine, Sir Knight," he said to Garion to ease them past an embarrassing moment, "a bitch, I perceive--" "Steady," Garion said firmly to the she-wolf. "That is a offensive term," she growled. "He didn't invent it. It's not his fault." "...Canst thou perhaps, Sir Knight, identify her breed?" "She is a wolf, my Lord," Garion told him. "A wolf!" the baron exclaimed, leaping to his feet. "We must flee ere the fearsome bea.. | David Eddings | ||
| c4b003c | Arthur, their young king, like a hero out of legend. | Marion Zimmer Bradley | ||
| 213415c | I am dedicated to the belief that it is God's will that all men should strive for wisdom in themselves, not look to it from some other. Babes, perhaps, must have their food chewed for them by a nurse, but men may drink and eat of wisdom for themselves. | Marion Zimmer Bradley | ||
| 2bf4203 | All my life I'd heard people tell their black boys and black girls to be "twice as good," which is to say "accept half as much." These words would be spoken with a veneer of religious nobility, as though they evidenced some unspoken quality, some undetected courage, when in fact all they evidenced was the gun to our head and the hand in our pocket. This is how we lose our softness. This is how they steal our right to smile. No one told thos.. | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| 70c84e6 | I did not tell you that it would be okay, because I have never believed it would be okay. What I told you is what your grandparents tried to tell me: that this is your country, that this is your world, that this is your body, and you must find some way to live within the all of it. | coping racism racism-in-america resilience | Ta-Nehisi Coates | |
| d12ea54 | You don't get to pick who you are in this life, but you can decide what you become. | life-lessons | Jodee Blanco | |
| 8eca0d1 | The book the snowman was the best book I have ever read it had suspence durring the whole book it was AWSOME!!! | R.L. Stine | ||
| 885cb09 | The kid moved, and Judith dropped her lunch tray on the table and took her seat. "Would you like to swap lunches?" she asked me. "Yours looks so much better than mine." I was holding a mashed-up tunafish sand-wich. "This?" I asked, waving it. Half the tunafish fell out of the soggy bread. "Yum!" Judith exclaimed. "Want my pizza, Sam? Here. Take it." She slid her tray in front of me. "You bring great lunches. I wish my mum packed lunches lik.. | R.L. Stine | ||
| 76bbaa5 | People tend to consider beig vulnerable a bad thing. It's not. Vulnerability reminds us that we're human. It keeps us open to giving and receiving love. Without at least a little, we can become someone living n a prison of our own making, where the walls are so thick that no one can get in or out. | Jodee Blanco | ||
| 50783f3 | Our model ships look perfect in their bottles, but we do not know if they are seaworthy. Sometimes the one that reaches your harbor has already been through the storm. | Sarah Kay | ||
| 1f46c95 | I now realize what Dorothy means in the final scene from The Wizard of Oz, when she says that if you have to look beyond your front door for your heart's desire, perhapsit was never there to begin with. Maybe, like Dorothy, I should embrace the love right in front of me and not search for some elusive dream that never mattered in the first place. | Jodee Blanco | ||
| c1749e2 | And I'm going to pain the solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, "Oh, I know that like the back of my hand." | Sarah Kay | ||
| 349b142 | Love me, love me, love me, Say you do. Let me fly away with you. For my love is like the wind, And wild is the wind. | david-bowie johnny-mathis lyrics nina-simone | Ned Washington | |
| 581d8c7 | Yet it's not for want of future that I'm here, he thought. It's for want of a present. | lack life present purpose | John le Carré | |
| d06d462 | Beautiful women are the torment of my existence. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3dc1cd6 | God. Twice I speak it. I say His name in a futile attempt to understand. "But it's not your job to understand." That's me who answers. God never says anything. You think you're the only one he never answers? "Your job is to..." And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 0935437 | Personally, I like a chocolate-covered sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see - the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes the edge off the stress. It helps me relax. | death perception stress | Markus Zusak | |
| 8e60852 | Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom and hear the familiar song of water. The world did not deserve such a river. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e61cd45 | because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it. It's the ones in between that test you. They're the ones that bring questions with them. | questions test win worth-nothing | Markus Zusak | |
| 4a097e5 | Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e93851c | Her face was severe but smiling. "What the hell did you do with my hairbrush, you stupid Saumensch, you little thief?...The tirade went on for perhaps another minute, with Liesel making a desperate suggestion or two about the possible location of the said brush. It ended abruptly, with Rosa pulling Liesel close, just for a few seconds. Her whisper was almost impossible to hear, even at such close proximity. "You told me to yell at you. You .. | Markus Zusak | ||
| f69b5ef | Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 96e0ff7 | There are hundreds of thoughts per every word spoken, and that's if they're spoken at all. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 5b4c1da | Those images were the world, and it stewed in her as she sat with the lovely books and their manicured titles. It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words. You bastards, she thought. You lovely bastards. Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think something good can come from any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do.. | depressed | Markus Zusak | |
| d4e2fae | The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ce859d3 | Je n'ai pas cesse de l'etre si c'est d'etre jeune que d'aimer toujours !... L'humanite n'est pas un vain mot. Notre vie est faite d'amour, et ne plus aimer c'est ne plus vivre." (I have never ceased to be young, if being young is always loving... Humanity is not a vain word. Our life is made of love, and to love no longer is to live no longer.)" | sept-14 | George Sand | |
| 8d24dbc | But the flames did die down, perhaps from lack, perhaps from excess of fuel. Little by little, love was quenched by absence, and longing smothered by routine; and that fiery glow which tinged her pale sky scarlet grew more clouded, then gradually faded away. Her benumbed consciousness even led her to mistake aversion toward her husband for desire for her loved, the searing touch of hatred for the rekindling of love; but, as the storm still .. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 468efa8 | Abstraction can provide stumbling blocks for people of strange intelligence. | intelligence | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 94329cc | It was the fault of destiny! | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 34428ca | but very little achievement is required in order to pity another man's shortcomings. | George Eliot | ||
| 866e400 | In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past--sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories. | depression inaction inertia insomnia | George Eliot | |
| 9fc3c2d | Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow. | George Eliot | ||
| 6b66d57 | He once called her his basil plant; and when she asked for an explanation, said that basil was a plant which had flourished wonderfully on a murdered man's brains. | George Eliot | ||
| fc634ac | It is very difficult to be learned; it seems as if people were worn out on the way to great thoughts, and can never enjoy them because they are too tired. | education | George Eliot | |
| 5d693bb | Proust so titillates my own desire for expression that I can hardly set out the sentence. Oh if I could write like that! I cry. And at the moment such is the astonishing vibration and saturation and intensification that he procures--there's something sexual in it--that I feel I can write like that, and seize my pen and then I can't write like that. Scarcely anyone so stimulates the nerves of language in me: it becomes an obsession. But I mu.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| d201b32 | The cold stream of visual impressions failed him now as if the eye were a cup that overflowed and let the rest run down its china walls unrecorded. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 51404c9 | Listening (had there been any one to listen) from the upper rooms of the empty house only gigantic chaos streaked with lightning could have been heard tumbling and tossing, as the winds and waves disported themselves like the amorphous bulks of leviathans whose brows are pierced by no light of reason, and mounted one on top of another, and lunged and plunged in the darkness or the daylight (for night and day, month and year ran shapelessly .. | time-passing | Virginia Woolf | |
| 5dc82e0 | so now, Mrs. Ramsay thought, she could return to that dream land, that unreal but fascinating place, the Manning's drawing-room at Marlow twenty years ago; where one moved about without haste or anxiety, for there was no future to worry about. She knew what had happened to them, what to her. It was like reading a good book again, for she knew the end of that story, since it had happened twenty years ago, and life, which shot down even from .. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 796267a | He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence. | mr-carmichael | Virginia Woolf |