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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9b3cf2f | Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart - one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to vio.. | man perverseness | Edgar Allan Poe | |
| 2529eed | It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood. | Edgar Allan Poe | ||
| 837f3d6 | It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic. | Edgar Allan Poe | ||
| 514512e | bear in mind that, in general, it is the object of our newspapers rather to create a sensation-to make a point-than to further the cause of truth." Dupin in "The Mystery of Marie Roget" | the-beautiful-cigar-girl | Edgar Allan Poe | |
| 6ffa323 | And, when the friendly sunshine smil'd, / And she would mark the opening skies, / I saw no Heaven--but in her eyes. | Edgar Allan Poe | ||
| a54e16a | On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for. Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven, Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door. 'Raven's very tasty,' thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor. 'There is nothing I like more.' [...] Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered In a voice that shrieked and sputtere.. | edgar-allan-poe humor raven | Henry N. Beard | |
| 069cc0b | After all we'd been through, we still couldn't take our heads from out of our asses or our hands from around each other's throats. | pride | Max Brooks | |
| 138d3b4 | I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair, and pass like dreams. | H.G. Wells | ||
| 459479f | Preheat the oven to full whack. | Jamie Oliver | ||
| 5f6314e | I'm ALIVE!!!!!!! | Darren Shan | ||
| ea09898 | Kebanyakan orang merasa takut suatu waktu dalam hidupnya. Itu tidak berarti mereka pengecut. Pengecut adalah mereka yang tidak melakukan apapun ketika rasa takut mengancam menghancurkan mereka. | Darren Shan | ||
| 0d60a6d | You didn't want to die. Most mortals don't, even if they find themselves in as desolate and soul-destroying a spot as you. Almost all of those who take their own lives wish at the last moment that they hadn't. They see at the end how much they've given up, how precious life is, even when it's treated them like dirt and crushed their dreams. Many think they've passed beyond hope, but they never really have, not until they pass beyond life it.. | Darren Shan | ||
| 5f7fd94 | I thought I saw him once, but it turned out to be a yeti | John Scalzi | ||
| 80dc073 | There are many things in this world that are an outrage, to be sure, but death at our current life expectancy doesn't strike me as one of them. Maybe I sound like some Victorian who felt that forty years ought to be enough for any man, but one of the marks of a life well lived has to be reaching a state of finally getting it, of not needing more, and of being able to sign off with something approaching peace of mind. | David Rakoff | ||
| 367f8a8 | The track lingered on the surface like a long pale scar. In maritime vernacular, this trail of fading disturbance, whether from ship or torpedo, was called a "dead wake." | Erik Larson | ||
| c26c87d | Place has always been important to me, and one thing today's Chicago exudes, as it did in 1893, is a sense of place. I fell in love with the city, the people I encountered, and above all the lake and its moods, which shift so readily from season to season, day to day, even hour to hour. | Erik Larson | ||
| bac817f | She had an insult waiting for Summerset, who she knew would comment about her being home early. She'd say it was Mortician's Day, and she'd taken off in his honor. Quick and to the point. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 2894faf | Christ, she missed him outrageously. Disgusted with herself, she ducked her head under the spray and let it pound on her brain. When hands slipped around her waist, then slid up to cup her breasts, she barely jolted. But her heart leaped. She knew his touch, the feel of those long, slim fingers, the texture of those wide palms. She tipped her head back, inviting a mouth to the curve of her shoulder. "Mmm. Summerset. You wild man." Teeth nip.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| fbd7ce2 | Sir." Several expressions passed over Peabody's face before it went carefully blank. "That's a lovely dress, Lieutenant. Are you premiering a new style?" Baffled, Eve looked down, then rolled her eyes. "Shit. You've seen my tits before." But she set the communicator down and struggled the bodice into place. "And may I say, sir, they're quite lovely." "Sucking up, Peabody?" "You bet." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 00dfebd | So he found her. Most people would have said she was relaxed. But then, Roarke thought, most people didn't really know and certainly didn't understand Eve Dallas. He was more intimate with her, closer to her mind and heart than he had ever been with another. Yet there were still pockets of her he had yet to plumb. She was, always, a fascinating learning experience. She was naked, dipped to her chin in steamy water and perfumed bubbles. Her .. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 4b268c9 | Was it ever . . ." She winced, wished she could muffle the need to ask. "Before, with anyone else--" "No." He touched his lips to her brow, her nose, the dip in her chin. "It was never, with no one else." Not for me, either." She simply breathed him in. "Put your hands on me. I want your hands on me." "I can do that." He did, tumbling with her to a spread of floor cushions while the sun died brilliantly in the ocean." | J.D. Robb | ||
| f79bf7b | How's it going down there?" "It's weird. They're too polite, they talk funny, and stuff has too much shine on it. But the coffee's worse than Central's, so that's something." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 18dfff3 | She had a rosebud on her ass, and wasn't happy about it. Standing naked in the bathroom, Eve adjusted the trifold mirror until she could get a good look. "I think I could bust her for this," she muttered. "Decorating a cop's posterior without a license?" Roarke suggested as he strolled in. "Felonious reproduction of floral imagery?'' | J. D. Robb | ||
| 6e3d5cb | He linked his fingers with hers. And because he had used it when he'd hurt her, he balanced that out by using it now. "Huh?" A line appeared between her brows. "Is that Gaelic again?" "Yes." He brought their joined fingers to his lips. "Love. My love." | love roarke | J.D. Robb | |
| 634040d | You're the husband?" the doctor asked with a nod to Roarke. "Yes. How is she?" "Spitting mad--I think she has some very ominous plans for you. And if you happen to be Peabody, you're in on them." "She's okay." Peabody let out a gush of air. "That's great." -- | J.D. Robb | ||
| 0f96bb3 | Peabody:] "Bite me." Though Eve managed to swallow a chuckle at her aide's use of her own standard response to annoyances, she didn't quite make it over McNab's cheerful, "Where?" | J.D. Robb | ||
| 020443a | There must be some piece of wiring left over in our brains, from our ancestors, something that means we can't help but stare into a fire, watch it move and dance, warding off evil spirits and dangerous animals . . . that's what fire's supposed to do, isn't it? | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 25b8d7e | A mist. A great mist. It covered the entire kingdom. And everyone in it - the good people and the not so good, the young people and the not-so-young, and even Briar Rose's mother and father fell asleep. Everyone slept: lords and ladies, teacher and tummlers, dogs and doves, rabbits and rabbitzen and all kinds of citizens. So fast asleep they were, they were not able to wake up for a hundred years. | holocaust sleeping-beauty | Jane Yolen | |
| a50a686 | The more we know about the former world, the better we'll understand what happened when it fell. | cosy-catastrophe end-of-the-world former-world | Emily St. John Mandel | |
| 7149777 | Healing comes from the healed; not from the physician. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8063eb8 | You walk into a room and flip a switch and the room fills with light. You leave your garbage in bags on the curbside, and a truck comes and transports it to some invisible place. When you're in danger, you call for the police. Hot water pours from faucets. Lift a receiver or press a button on a telephone, and you can speak to anyone. All the information in the world is on the Internet, and the Internet is all around you, drifting through th.. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| d5ca4c5 | Temporary Insanity had come a-knocking and I had shouted "Come on in the door is open." Luckily, Reality had come unexpectedly and found Temporary Insanity roaming the corridors of my mind unchecked, going into rooms, opening cupboards, reading my letters, looking in my underwear drawer, that kind of thing. Reality had run and got Sanity. And after a tussle, they both had managed to throw out Temporary Insanity and slam the door in his face.. | sanity | Marian Keyes | |
| ee1b3d7 | Our whole family thrives under pressure. It's like our family motto or something. Apart from my brother Peter, of course. He had a nervous break down. But the rest of us. | stress | Sophie Kinsella | |
| f644fd2 | It was in the forest. No one saw it or heard it. So did it actually happen? | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 263728c | though silence must add intensity to your intimate moments, it must also shrivel your soul to lie beside someone who doesn't talk to you. | Nuala O'Faolain | ||
| 459b2c3 | You're at the bottom of the mountain. May you climb up without suffering. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| a6b69a2 | We are a society dying, said Aunt Lydia, of too much choice. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 1f5f446 | Next to him lay his violin, trampled, an eerily poignant little corpse. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 1eff5d9 | Experiences were what you got when you couldn't get what you wanted. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 3e4b13e | Your friend is intellectually honourable," Jimmy's mother would say. "He doesn't lie to himself." | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 8e44d58 | What a lost person needs is a map of the territory, with his own position marked on it so he can see where he is in relation to everything else. Literature is not only a mirror; it is also a map, a geography of the mind. Our literature is one such map, if we can learn to read it as our literature, as the product of who and where we have been. We need such a map desperately, we need to know about here, because here is where we live. For the .. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 7d936fb | she was afraid of losing her shape, spreading out, not being able to contain herself any longer, beginning (that would be worst of all) to talk a lot, to tell everybody, to cry. | anorexia-nervosa body-dysmorphic-disorder dysmorphia | Margaret Atwood | |
| 948aedc | You can mean more than one. You can mean thousands. I'm not in any immediate danger, I'll say to you. I'll pretend you can hear me. But it's no good, because I know you can't. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| a27062f | More and more I feel like a letter--deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one. | Margaret Atwood |