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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4cddbb4 | When given the choice, we'd all rather be happy now ... even if that guarantees we'll all be sad later. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| 2b70081 | When The Matrix debuted in 1999, it was a huge box-office success. It was also well received by critics, most of whom focused on one of two qualities--the technological (it mainstreamed the digital technique of three-dimensional "bullet time," where the on-screen action would freeze while the camera continued to revolve around the participants) or the philosophical (it served as a trippy entry point for the notion that we already live in a .. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| dd0f698 | I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart -I am listening and I am listening because what I'm playing isn't something I'm thinking about, it's something I'm feeling all over. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| f2c9f3c | Why should I tell you?" he asked, with no small amount of petulance. "If you tell me, I will leave you alone," I said. "And if you don't tell me, I'm going to grab the nearest ghostwritten James Patterson romance novel and I am going to follow you through this store reading it out loud until you relent." Now I could see the fright beneath the defiance." | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 2d17735 | Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| f3868ad | As her eyes scanned his face, he feared that she saw everything, right down t the core of him. Where his obsession with her was the strongest. -Butch and Marissa | marissa | J.R. Ward | |
| bef766b | He's into you, isn't he. Answer the question, Marissa. Flyboy with the superhero plasma... he wants you, doesn't he?" -Butch and Marissa" | J.R. Ward | ||
| c602ffd | I didn't know you were a sherry man." "Huh?" Qhuinn glanced down at what he'd poured himself. Fuck. In the midst of the self-lecture, he'd picked up the wrong bottle. "Oh, you know... I'm good with it." To prove the point, he tossed back the hooch--and nearly choked as the sweetness hit his throat. He served himself another only so he didn't look like the kind of idiot who wouldn't know what he was dishing out into his own glass. Okay, .. | j-r-ward qhuinn saxton sherry | J.R. Ward | |
| e6952ac | In the silence that followed, Blay knew he had something he was supposed to say. Yeah...it was right on his tongue. It was... Shit. With Qhuinn looking at him like that, he couldn't remember his own name. Blaysox? Blacklock? Blabberfox? Who the fuck knew... | J.R. Ward | ||
| 099402d | I'll call you," Manny said. "You do that, my man. You frickin' do that." -Manny to V" | j-r-ward manny vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| 51c3914 | Sorry about the question thing," Butch said to the black robes. "But I just... I'm glad I know what's in my veins. And honestly, if I die today, I'm grateful I finally know what I am." He took Marissa's hand. "And who I love. If this is where my life took me after all those years of being lost, I'd say my time here wasn't wasted." There was a long silence. Then the Scribe Virgin said, "Do you regret that you leave behind your human family?".. | black-dagger-brotherhood butch j-r-ward lover-revealed marissa scribe-virgin vishous wrath | J.R. Ward | |
| 2afcd32 | I miss you...." He stroked the indentation of the gown where her waist would have been--should have been. "I miss you so much." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 6aeeb00 | I have no words," he said hoarsely. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 6ccbe98 | Conflict is the microscope of a book. When it's trained on a character, you see what's underneath the narratives of physical description. You see whether someone is strong or weak, principled or apathetic, heroic or villainous." (J.R. on writing the BDB series)" | J.R. Ward | ||
| 813fcec | Without time," the angel said, "you have only the bottomless, shapeless mire of eternity." "FYI, philosophy bores me." "Not philosophy. Reality. Time is what gives life significance." | thor | J.R. Ward | |
| 17fac57 | From across the dark bedroom, Lassiter stood in the corner next to the highboy, feeling like crap while Tohr whispered to the dress. Scrubbing his face, he wondered why ... why in the hell, of all the ways he could have gotten free of the In Between, did it have to be this one. The shit was starting to get to him. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 998abc3 | Qhuinn gave in immediately, as he was categorically incapable of denying the female anything -- most certainly not one of her hugs. They were even better than her lasagna. | J.R. Ward | ||
| d2e148f | V?" "What?" "I will die rather than hurt you." ~Vutch moments~" | black-dagger-brotherhood butch j-r-ward lover-revealed vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| 9791cbc | Oh, by the way, Phury's here again, and he brought that Chosen with him. Figured you'd want to know in case you see a random female ghosting around here." Whoa. Surprise. "How's he doing?" Zsadist paused. "I don't know. He's pretty tight about shit. Not real talkative. The bastard." "Oh, and you're a candidate for The View?" "Right back at you, Bahbwa." "Touche." -- | black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward lover-unbound vishous zsadist | J.R. Ward | |
| a75364a | The reality that I had known no longer existed. The places that we have known belong now only to the little world of space on which we map them for our own convenience. None of them was ever more than a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; remembrance of a particular form is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years. | Marcel Proust | ||
| f3b6c33 | People are not always very tolerant of the tears which they themselves have provoked. | provocation tears | Marcel Proust | |
| 19725a9 | But when one believes in the reality of things, making them visible by artificial means is not quite the same as feeling that they are close at hand. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 80f4ffd | man's beliefs were his own affair, so long as they did not interfere with the liberty of others. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| ddca407 | Some dangers are so spectacular and so much beyond normal experience that the mind refuses to accept them as real, and watches the approach of doom without any sense of apprehension. The man who looks at the onrushing tidal wave, the descending avalanche, or the spinning funnel of the tornado, yet makes no attempt to flee, is not necessarily paralyzed with fright or resigned to an unavoidable fate. He may simply be unable to believe that th.. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 1a7cfa4 | general intelligence and practical intelligence are "orthogonal": the presence of one doesn't imply the presence of the other." | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| 380fc72 | For younger kids, repetition is really valuable. They demand it. When they see a show over and over again, they not only are understanding it better, which is a form of power, but just by predicting what is going to happen, I think they feel a real sense of affirmation and self-worth. | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| bb97ead | they were not really afraid. They were just afraid of being afraid. | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| c9991d0 | Six degrees of separation doesn't mean that everyone is linked to everyone else in just six steps. It means that a very small number of people are linked to everyone else in a few steps, and the rest of us are linked to the world through those special few. | social-networking social-networks virality | Malcolm Gladwell | |
| 86c4715 | We have become obsessed with what is good about small classrooms and oblivious about what also can be good about large classes. It's a strange thing isn't it, to have an educational philosophy that thinks of the other students in the classroom with your child as competitors for the attention of the teacher and not allies in the adventure of learning. | education learning psychology teaching | Malcolm Gladwell | |
| 264c698 | I only know that from wherever it is that we're going there can be no turning back | Anya Seton | ||
| 59ab19c | The silver trump of freedom roused in my soul eternal wakefulness. | Frederick Douglass | ||
| 86fbed4 | In the violence of overcoming, in the disorder of my laughter and my sobbing, in the excess of raptures that shatter me, I seize on the similarity between a horror and a voluptuousness that goes beyond me, between an ultimate pain and an unbearable joy! | Georges Bataille | ||
| 49bdc31 | Laughing at the universe liberated my life. I escape its weight by laughing. I refuse any intellectual translations of this laughter, since my slavery would commence from that point on. | laughter liberation | Georges Bataille | |
| 3a2a59f | In any case, Klossowski, mentioned again during Acephale's sessional meeting of 25 July 1938, would later return to his opposition between Nietzsche and Bataille in a lecture given in 1941 at the end of a retreat in a Dominican monastery, 'Le Corps du neant', later printed in the first edition of his book Sade my Neighbour (1947) and which Bataille later told him he 'does not like'. Here Klossowski recapitulated the two stages in the evolut.. | Georges Bataille | ||
| 6b62281 | To others, the universe seems decent because decent people have gelded eyes. That is why they fear lewdness. They are never frightened by the crowing of a rooster or when strolling under a starry heaven. In general, people savour the "pleasures of the flesh" only on condition that they be insipid." | Georges Bataille | ||
| 27366e7 | She was crying, with wild entreaty, the way one vomits. | Georges Bataille | ||
| 9587d4c | Margo says, "I know what she's talking about. The something deeper and more secret. It's like cracks inside of you. Like there are these fault lines where things don't meet up right." | John Green | ||
| 32ea677 | Why would you try to kill this guy, Kevin? He's a genius. Nuts to your truce. | John Green | ||
| c3edbf5 | And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. | oblivion | John Green | |
| 19337ab | She was up and down--from fire and brimstone to smoke and ashes. | John Green | ||
| b67cf55 | the afterlife mattered to me. Heaven and hell and reincarnation. As much as I wanted to know how Alaska had died, I wanted to know where she was now, if anywhere. | John Green | ||
| c5f6fa4 | Parecia una eternidad, como si hubieramos estado juntos una breve pero infinita eternidad. Hay infinitos mas grandes que otros infinitos. | John Green | ||
| eb8d638 | And then it was the kind of dark your eyes never adjust to. | john-green | John Green | |
| e623b99 | you say you don't want pity, but your very existence depends upon it. | John Green |