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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8ae3787 | One must gauge one's trust carefully. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| ae6156e | I know what you are. I've always known from the beginning, Kushiel's Chosen. It is folly, to make claim on one whom the gods have marked for their own. And unlike the others, I am no fool, to grasp at that which burns to the touch. What you have given..." she raised one hand, palm upward, the garnet seal dangling at her wrist, "... I hold in an open hand." | letting-go | Jacqueline Carey | |
| ce32211 | Hear, hear.' Sister Martha hoisted her water glass. 'Let the rigid stick of self-righteousness be dislodged from her very uptight ass.' Father Ramon coughed. 'A-fucking-men,' Loup supplied helpfully. | convent dystopian orphanage toast | Jacqueline Carey | |
| c279c1f | That was the problem ... with trusting to the written word ... We were human, mortal and fallible. We forgot, we made errors, argued ambiguities, and twisted meanings to suit our own ends. And in doing so, mayhap we reshaped the gods themselves. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| d344cb9 | Wounded vanity can make a woman more vindictive than a lioness robbed of her cubs. | W. Somerset Maugham | ||
| 2294afd | I have always hesitated to give advice, for how can one advise another how to act unless one knows that other as well as one knows himself? Heaven knows. I know little enough of myself: I know nothing of others. We can only guess at the thoughts and emotions of our neighbours. Each one of us is a prisoner in a solitary tower and he communicates with the other prisoners, who form mankind, by conventional signs that have not quite the same me.. | choices-and-consequences | W. Somerset Maugham | |
| 4e5ffff | Do you absolutely despise me, Walter?" "No." He hesitated and his voice was strange. "I despise myself." | W. Somerset Maugham | ||
| 209e94e | He began to read at haphazard. He entered upon each system with a little thrill of excitement, expecting to find in each some guide by which he could rule his conduct; he felt himself like a traveller in unknown countries and as he pushed forward the enterprise fascinated him; he read emotionally, as other men read pure literature, and his heart leaped as he discovered in noble words what himself had obscurely felt. | literature reading words | W. Somerset Maugham | |
| 52f5edb | Then he saw that the normal was the rarest thing in the world. Everyone had some defect, of body or of mind: he thought of all the people he had known (the whole world was like a sick-house, and there was no rhyme or reason in it), he saw a long procession, deformed in body and warped in mind, some with illness of the flesh, weak hearts or weak lungs, and some with illness of the spirit, languor of will, or a craving for liquor. At this mom.. | W. Somerset Maugham | ||
| e1232d6 | It must be that there is something naturally absurd in a sincere emotion, though why there should be I cannot imagine, unless it is that man, the ephemeral inhabitant of an insignificant planet, with all his pain and all his striving is but a jest in an eternal mind. | W. Somerset Maugham | ||
| 5dd3754 | When you read a manuscript that has been damaged by water, fire, light or just the passing of the years, your eye needs to study not just the shape of the letters but other marks of production. The speed of the pen. The pressure of the hand on the page. Breaks and releases in the flow. You must relax. Think of nothing. Until you wake into a dream where you are at once a pen flying of vellum and the vellum itself with the touch of ink tickli.. | reading writing | Diane Setterfield | |
| fa51228 | You smoke?" "Smoke? Do I look like a fucking idiot?" | cigarette cigarettes health idiocy idiot lung-cancer poison slow-death smoking stupidity suicide tobacco | Richard K. Morgan | |
| 44ceeba | Everyone has their own personality, its own character, and if he respects that, everything would finally fall over for good only. | Irving Stone | ||
| 631d912 | What meaning has a compliment if one hears it night and day. | Irving Stone | ||
| 730f2b6 | Men lose their birthrights for a mess of pottage only if they stop using the gifts given them by God for their betterment. By prayer. That is the first and greatest gift. Use the gift of prayer. Ask for strength of mind, and a clear vision. Then sense. Use your sense. ... Think long and well. By prayer and good thought you will conquer all enemies. | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| ec4c0b2 | He was about to find out that when you open a door with a psychiatrist's name on it, you'd better be prepared to witness exactly how fucked up your life has become. | Jim Carroll | ||
| cfffe4f | I'm beginning to have second thoughts regarding the validity of Gloria's theory that I can overcome my heroin addiction by the simple process of shooting up vast quantities of speed with her twenty times daily. | jim-carroll | Jim Carroll | |
| 0482f6c | I think of poetry and how I see it as just a raw block of stone ready to be shaped, that way words are never a horrible limit to me, just tools to shape. | Jim Carroll | ||
| 1a3160a | Now I got these diaries that have the greatest hero a writer needs, this crazy fucking New York. | Jim Carroll | ||
| fe75d1b | I'm just really a wise ass kid getting wiser and I'm going to get even somehow for your dumb hatreds and all them war baby dreams you left in my scarred bed with dreams of bombs falling above that cliff I'm hanging steady to. | Jim Carroll | ||
| dbcacf3 | Hope is a psychological mechanism unaffected by external realities. | reality | Gene Wolfe | |
| 0ee5100 | No, he mustn't think about it, or indeed about anything, and especially not about heroin, because heroin was the one thing that really worked, the only thing that stopped him scampering around in a hamster's wheel of unanswerable questions. Heroin was the cavalry. Heroin was the missing chair leg, made with such precision that it matched every splinter of the break. Heroin landed purring at the base of his skull, and wrapped itself darkly a.. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 0f96f81 | For you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly. | Alan Moore | ||
| 36f7406 | and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout: 'Save us!'. And I'll look down and whisper: 'No. | rorschach watchmen | Alan Moore | |
| 698bd7a | Most people, in my opinion, steal much of what they are. If they didn't what poor items they would be. | personality stealing | Julian Barnes | |
| 6b9b86e | Start with the notion that yours is the sole responsibility unless there's powerful evidence to the contrary | Julian Barnes | ||
| 12daf33 | Listen to them again: 'I love you.' Subject, verb, object: the unadorned, impregnable sentence. The subject is a short word, implying the self-effacement of the lover. The verb is longer but unambiguous, a demonstrative moment as the tongue flicks anxiously away from the palate to release the vowel. The object, like the subject, has no consonants, and is attained by pushing the lips forward as if for a kiss. 'I love you.' How serious, how w.. | love | Julian Barnes | |
| 00af0d7 | I'm not surprised some people prefer books. Books make sense of life. The only problem is that the lives they make sense of are other people's lives, never your own. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 73b98f5 | The, at some point, sooner or later, for this reason or that, one of them is taken away. And what is taken away is greater than the sum of what was there. This may not be mathematically possible; but it is emotionally possible. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 76b04c7 | The heart of my life; the life of my heart. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 83f2bb7 | Ooooh," Kate groans, Kate herself now. "I'm so afraid." "I know." "What am I going to do?" "You mean right now?" "Yes." "We'll go to my car. Then we'll drive down to the French Market and get some coffee. Then we'll go home." "Is everything going to be all right?" "Yes." "Tell me. Say it." "Everything is going to be all right." -- | Walker Percy | ||
| a0b0342 | Now you're looking for the secret, but you won't find it, because of course you're not really looking. You don't really want to know. You want to be fooled. | Christopher Priest | ||
| 53067d7 | Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm.... | catelyn-stark mother mothers-love robb son starks | George R.R. Martin | |
| fb729a0 | He had no choice, he had told her, and then he left, choosing. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 37d8dfd | Con dos ojos puedes verme la cara. Con tres podrias verme el corazon. Con dos puedes ver aquel roble. Con tres podrias ver la bellota de la que nacio y el tocon seco en que se convertira algun dia. Con dos no ves mas alla de tus paredes. Con tres podrias ver el mar del Verano, al sur, y el norte mas alla del Muro | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 3bd5f41 | Kings rise and fall, Dunk thought, and cows and smallfolk go about their business. | george-r-r-martin | George R.R. Martin | |
| bc83dae | What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves... | George R.R. Martin | ||
| d6a9ba7 | Do dead man dream? The dead themselves are silent on the matter | George R.R. Martin | ||
| fef29c9 | Everything Syrio Forel had ever taught her vanished in a heartbeat. In that instant of sudden terror, the only lesson Arya could remember was the one Jon Snow had given her, the very first. She stuck him with the pointy end, driving the blade upward with a wild, hysterical strength. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 7ed12ad | Death is not the worst thing. It is His gift to us, and end to want and pain. On the day that we are born the Many-Faced God sends each of us a dark angel to walk through life beside us. When our sins and our sufferings grow to great to be borne, the angel takes us. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| f70ea15 | None of us is ever ready | George R.R. Martin | ||
| e8ad9cc | Some lights cast more than one shadow. Stand before nightfall and you'll see for yourself. The flames shift and dance, never still. The shadows grow tall and short, and every man casts a dozen. Some are fainter than others, that's all. Well, men cast shadows across the future, as well. One shadow or many." - Stannis" | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 1d99ec4 | So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 7b5d32f | No man can say with certainty what the future may hold. But perhaps, in knowing what has already transpired, we can all do our part to avoid the mistakes of our forebears, to emulate their successes, and to create a world more harmonious for our children and their children, for generations to come. | George R.R. Martin |