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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e7d669c | Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 6ccc9cd | To have come on all this new world of writing, with time to read in a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were, was like having a great treasure given to you. You could take your treasure with you when you traveled too, and in the mountains where we lived in Switzerland and Italy, until we found Schruns in the high valley in the Vorarlberg in Austria, there were always the books, so that .. | reading travel | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 9f759d6 | To go to bed at night in Madrid marks you as a little queer. For a long time your friends will be a little uncomfortable about it. Nobody goes to bed in Madrid until they have killed the night. Appointments with a friend are habitually made for after midnight at the cafe. | night sleeping-at-night | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 93aa8e0 | But are there not many fascists in your country?" "There are many who do not know they are fascists but will find it out when the times comes." | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 3861b1a | Is there somebody out there? Amy, is that you?" her mother called. "No. Tell me this isn't happening." Quinn rested his forehead against hers. "Has she got a wiretap on you or something? I swear, she's like a walking hard-on detector." Amy bit her lip, trying not to laugh. Quinn levered himself up on his arms. "Mrs. P., if you value your life, you'll go back inside and turn off the light right now." | humour romance | Sarah Mayberry | |
| 269c490 | Thank you," she said. He looked bemused. "For what?" "For everything. For being amazing in bed and endlessly patient, for sacrificing the Savage Club for me and bringing me all the way around the world simply because you were worried about me, even though it meant you were probably going to spend your holidays alone. For the way you always put your hand on the small of my back to guide me across the street and the way you let me be in cha.. | gratitude love romance | Sarah Mayberry | |
| b558e80 | Will you look at us by the river! The whole restless mob of us on spread blankets in the dreamy briny sunshine skylarking and chiacking about for one day, one clear, clean, sweet day in a good world in the midst of our living. Yachts run before an unfelt gust with bagnecked pelicans riding above them, the city their twitching backdrop, all blocks and points of mirror light down to the water's edge. | slants-of-light | Tim Winton | |
| cc51a19 | Tears never were worth the effort of crying them. | sorrow tears | Mary Balogh | |
| 9e49c0d | It was strange how the heart clung to hope even when there was no reasonable basis for it, Morgan found. And how life went on. | life | Mary Balogh | |
| b2a7d3f | Slow down. The party won't start until I get there - Jo, Remember me. Page 43. | Christopher Pike | ||
| 64bc71f | I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the blac.. | dead fear forgetfulness memory needles nightmare whispers wind world | Christopher Pike | |
| 514cbc0 | He said how love was the sweetest expression of life. The one thing that made life worth living. Love made difficult tasks easy. Raising a family could be a great burden, but if there was love, the sacrifice was a pleasure. And when love matured into devotion then everything you did for your lover was a joy. You would give up your life to save those you loved. On the other hand, if love did not mature it could lead to bondage, to jealousy. .. | Christopher Pike | ||
| 277e2c4 | I can only give you some hints. You have to place him in a situation where your advantages are magnified. | Christopher Pike | ||
| 612b8b4 | People are responsible for their actions, but not the fruits of their actions. Always do what you think is right, but don't worry if good does not always come from what you do. | Christopher Pike | ||
| f4566fd | I am Revan reborn. And before me you are nothing. | Drew Karpyshyn | ||
| c553cb3 | Somewhere, at some point, somehow, somebody decided that death equals credibility. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| 1aaa23f | The only people who think the Internet is a calamity are people whose lives have been hurt by it; the only people who insist the Internet is wonderful are those who need it to give their life meaning. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| 4118f10 | Sometimes dreams are wiser than waking. | John G Neihardt | ||
| 15b3873 | I turn the key and I turn the key and I turn the key and she doesn't do a damn thing. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| f751992 | I can be a badass DJ when I want, but I am also an insufferable music snob. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 2390415 | Males are the most incomprehensible species. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 08dd6b5 | A bell rings and Pavlov's dog has a fucking seizure on the dance floor. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 8283a18 | She told me if I clean all the ashes out of the grate, then I'll be able to help my sisters get ready for the bal." "It's Christmas, Dashiel. Can't you give that atitude a rest?" "Merry Christmas, Dad. And thanks for the presents." "What presents?" "I'm sorry--those were all from Mom, weren't they?" | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 3ba6fed | Tohr: "Doesn't have to be easy to be right." John: "In that case, we're meant for each other." | lover-mine tohr tohrment xhex | J.R. Ward | |
| f9f9ff3 | he wanted to prostrate at newton's alter and weep with gratitude for the blessing that made all things fall to the goddamn ground | J.R. Ward | ||
| cacff83 | Yeah, but going by that cold tone of voice, she had to wonder whether the best-laid plans of mice and vampires, blah, blah, blah... | J.R. Ward | ||
| 55affba | Out into the staff quarters. Over to the entrance to the movie theater. Tohr stopped dead. "If this is another Beaches marathon, I'm going to Bette your ass until you can't sit down." "Aw, look at you! Trying to be finny." "Seriously, if you have any compassion in you at all, you'll let me go to bed--" "I have peanut M&M's up there." "Not my style." "Raisinets." "Feh." "Sam Adams." Tohr narrowed his eyes. "Cold?" "Downright icy." .. | J.R. Ward | ||
| ffadfe6 | Trust me, true?" Butch barked a laugh. "Last time you said that i ended up with a vampire cocktail, remember?" | black-dagger-brotherhood butch j-r-ward vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| 935cc4a | Life is about doing what is necessary, and you did. | J.R. Ward | ||
| f032ec2 | Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean... hello? You're this beefy Irish white boy. He's like... bus exhaust or some shit. | rhage vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| 978441f | Fritz hates dead bodies in the front hall. | qhuinn rhage | J.R. Ward | |
| f9957d6 | I don't believe I'm better than anyone else. With beating hearts and open minds, we are all the same. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 251846b | I want to be with you, too," he said. "I'll come to your room after dawn." Qhuinn didn't want to ask. Had to. "What about Saxton?" "He's gone on vacation." Reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally. "For how long?" "Just a couple of days." Too bad. Any chance of an extension...for like a year or two? Maybe forever? "Okay, it's a--" Qhuinn stopped himself before he finished that with date. There was no sense kidding himself. Saxton was away. Blay wanted to .. | blay-qhuinn blaylock qhuinn-and-blay | J.R. Ward | |
| 075010d | His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they'd been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting. It wasn't the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs. "God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day..." | loss love | J.R. Ward | |
| 12daa1f | Vishous, could you stop grinning like that? You're beginning to freak me out. | black-dagger-brotherhood butch butch-vishous j-r-ward lover-unbound vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| 0a1b4fe | Qhuinn's head cranked around, leaving its cage of the hand that had remained, his blue and green eyes red rimmed and watery. "I have loved you for years. I have been in love with you for years and years and years... throughout school and training... before transitions and afterward... when you approached me and yes, even now that you're with Saxton and you hate me. And that... shit... in my fucking head locked me down, locked everything dow.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 753896d | Once we have reached a certain degree of enfeeblement, whether caused by age or by ill health, all pleasure taken at the expense of sleep, every disturbance of routine, becomes a nuisance. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 589c0e2 | What best remind us of a person is precisely what we had forgotten (because it was of no importance, and we therefore left it in full possession of its strength). That is why the better part of our memories exist outside us, in a blatter of rain, in the smell of an unaired room or of the first crackling brushwood fire in a cold grate: wherever, in short, we happen upon what our mind, having no use for it, had rejected, the last treasure tha.. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 41b295f | Most of our faculties lie dormant because they can rely upon Habit, which knows what there is to be done and has no need of their services. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 9c9d8f1 | a writer's works, like the water in an artesian well, mount to a height which is in proportion to the depth to which suffering has penetrated his soul. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 7ac0dd8 | And so it is with our own past. It is a labour in vain to attempt to recapture it: all the efforts of our intellect must prove futile. The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) of which we have no inkling. And it depends on chance whether or not we come upon this object before we ourselves must die. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 4369074 | We have such numerous interests in our lives that it is not uncommon, on a single occasion, for the foundations of a happiness that does not yet exist to be laid down alongside the intensification of a grief from which we are still suffering. | hope perserverance | Marcel Proust | |
| 75e69f3 | For often I have wished to see a person again without realising that it was simply because that personal recalled to me a hedge of hawthorns in blossom, and I have been led to believe, and to make someone else believe, in a renewal of affection, by what was no more than an inclination to travel. | Marcel Proust | ||
| f997fa7 | For everyone who, having no artistic sense-that is to say, no submission to subjective reality-may have the knack of reasoning about art till doomsday, especially if he be, in addition, a diplomat or financier in contact with the 'realities' of the present day, is only too ready to believe literature is an intellectual game which is destined to gradually be abandoned as time goes on. | Marcel Proust |