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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f8c5403 | Sometimes she was even sure that she had ever really existed. | disconnect dissociation the-van-alen-legacy | Melissa de la Cruz | |
| bb7463c | I am not sorry for a moment . It was worth every moment, every second we were together. I would not change it for an immortal lifetime | Melissa de la Cruz | ||
| 3db4ede | She was made after the time of ribs and mud. By papal decree there were to be no more people born of the ground or from the marrow of bones. All would be created from the propulsions and mounts performed underneath bedsheets- rare exception granted for immaculate conceptions. The mixing pits were sledged and the cutting tables, where ribs were extracted from pigs and goats, were sawed in half. Although the monks were devout and obedient to .. | Salvador Plascencia | ||
| fde22e6 | I'm not a bloodhound, your lordships." "Woof, woof," Cameron said, giving Fellows an evil grin. "Good dog." | Jennifer Ashley | ||
| b17fb92 | Hart, you'd schedule Christ's second comimg and have Wilfred send him an itinery. | Jennifer Ashley | ||
| b46c268 | This was too absurd, and at the same time dismayingly tempting. | Jennifer Ashley | ||
| 401ee0b | I am really here. Yet I know I am not. I am inside something that must be buried in my head. I am layers deep in my own brain. | Emily Barr | ||
| 9aaec41 | My platitudes don't hold their interest and I can hardly blame them for that. My real stories are all out of date. So what if I can speak firsthand about the Spanish flu, the advent of the automobile, world wars, cold wars, guerrilla wars, and Sputnik -- that's all ancient history now. But what else do I have to offer? Nothing happens to me anymore. That's the reality of getting old, and I guess that's really the crux of the matter. I'm not.. | Sara Gruen | ||
| 87a4bca | You think that drinking with a serial killer takes you into the midnight currents of the culture? I say bullshit. There's been twelve TV documentaries, three movies and eight books about me. I'm more popular than any of these designed-by-pedophile pop moppets littering the music television and the gossip columns. I've killed more people than Paris Hilton has desemenated, I was famous before she was here and I'll be famous after she's gone. .. | black-humour irony-of-life murder serial-killers | Warren Ellis | |
| aa75891 | Each day, life will send you little windows of opportunity. Your destiny will ultimately be defined by how you respond to these windows of opportunity. | Robin S. Sharma | ||
| db8b3e2 | I kept hearing that "better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Another falsehood. Trust me, it is not better. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down" | Harlan Coben | ||
| 6d7bf49 | Girl in the wind blowing wide open the closed doors of my life - which way are we going? Standing against the lurid sky on the stark brink of ocean arms outstretched as if your love and hunger would embrace the world and I in my inner room playing my poetic premutations can only look and ask the unanswerable. Brave and cunning I speak to my typewriter knowing it will not answer back knowing it will not reply what I ask and do not want to he.. | Christy Brown | ||
| 69046de | The things young women read nowadays and profess to enjoy positively frighten me. | reading | Agatha Christie | |
| 7b44fc5 | Do you not realize, Hastings, that each and everyone of us is a complete mystery with layers. We each try to judge each other, but nine times out of ten, we are wrong. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 4719831 | Real evidence is usually vague and unsatisfactory. It has to be examined---sifted. But here the whole thing is cut and dried. No, my friend, this evidence has been very cleverly manufactured---so cleverly that it has defeated its own ends. | railroad | Agatha Christie | |
| 507ca21 | Mrs. Cavendish: I am charming to my friends one day, and forget all about them the next. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 6861f36 | The rottenness comes from within. | Agatha Christie | ||
| f2940bd | The truth is people are an extraordinary mixture of heroism and cowardice. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 2b54531 | They conceive a certain theory, and everything has to fit into that theory. If one little fact will not fit it, they throw it aside. But it is always the facts that will not fit in that are significant. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 71f8bf3 | Do you believe in the value of truth, my dear, or don't you?" "Of course I believe in the truth," said Rhoda, staring. "Yes, you say that, but perhaps you haven't thought about it. The truth hurts sometimes - and destroys one's illusions." "I'd rather have it all the same." said Rhoda. "So would I. But I don't know that we're wise." Mrs. Oliver; Rhoda Dawes" | truth | Agatha Christie | |
| f4b36e3 | What they need is a little immorality in their lives. Then they wouldn't be so busy looking for it in other people's. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 5d339e0 | If only-if only, Hastings, you would part your hair in the middle instead of at the side! What a difference it would make to the symmetry of your appearance. And your moustache. If you must have a moustache, let it be a real moustache-a thing of beauty such as mine. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 540c172 | When will a woman lie? Sometimes for herself. Usually for the man she loves. Always for her children. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 4638676 | Youth is a failing only too easily outgrown. | foolishness youth | Agatha Christie | |
| 047ef34 | I have, let me confess it in all humility, a pitiful human wish that someone should know just how clever I have been | Agatha Christie | ||
| 7b1ed9c | If the library in the morning suggests an echo of the severe and reasonable wishful order of the world, the library at night seems to rejoice in the world's essential, joyful muddle. | library order world | Alberto Manguel | |
| a6eaeab | lHSyl@ hy 'n lqry' wlktb ySbHn wHd@wHd@ l`lm kktb yulthm mn lqry' ldhy hw bdwrh Hrf fy nS l`lm | Alberto Manguel | ||
| af618ad | The power of readers lies not in their ability to gather information, in their ordering and cataloguing capability, but in their gift to interpret, associate and transform their reading. | Alberto Manguel | ||
| 7f8a977 | We read in slow, long motions, as if drifting in space, weightless. We read full of prejudice, malignantly. We read generously, making excuses for the text, filling gaps, mending faults. And sometimes, when the stars are kind, we read with an intake of breath, with a shudder... as if a memory had suddenly been rescued from a place deep within us--the recognition of something we never knew was there... | literature reading words | Manguel Alberto | |
| e7f8450 | llHH llHSwl `l~ ktb wtmlkh hw nw` mn lshhw@ lty l ymkn mqrnth b'y shhw@ 'khr~. | Alberto Manguel | ||
| 1dcc893 | The bullet that has hit us Muslims today left the gun centuries ago when we let the clergy decide that knowledge and education were not important. | islamism literature | Nadeem Aslam | |
| ab6b815 | I'd had a cold that day and wasn't as powerful as usual, otherwise Alyss would never have done so well," Redd said as, in the alcove, the final image dissolved. She blew at the cloud and it drifted out into the crypt. "Has a malicious ruler ever suffered more? I think not." | Frank Beddor | ||
| cd5089b | The black, hungry roses that Redd sent snaking towards the princess were easily squashed, the orbs and and unmanned, airborne blades of effortlessly waved off, and the spears of black energy (Alyss was flattered, her aunt borrowing this idea from her) pinned motionless to the air by Alyss's own white spears with no trouble. | Frank Beddor | ||
| d59076a | But fate it a cunning hussy, and builds up her plans as imperceptibly as a bird builds her nest; and with the same kind of unconsidered trifles. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| 6bda45a | Margaret opened the door and went in with the straight, fearless, dignified presence habitual to her. She felt no awkwardness; she had too much of society for that. Here was a person come on business to her father; and, as she was one who had shown himself obliging, she was disposed to treat him with full measure of civility. Mr. Thornton was a good deal more surprised and discomfited than she. Instead of a quiet, middle-aged clergyman, a y.. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| e729e62 | She had a fierce pleasure in the idea of telling Margaret unwelcome truths, in the shape of performance of duty. | Elizabeth Gaskell | ||
| d603ab8 | You turn the light on, you get all kinds of bugs. | hell religion spirtuality | Rob Bell | |
| 3cd9fc1 | It is madness. And if you don't know who you are, or if your real self has drifted away from you with the undertow, madness at least gives you an identity. It's the same with self-loathing. You're probably just normal and normal-looking but that's not a real identity, not the way ugliness is. Normality, just accepting that you're probably normal-looking, lacks the force field of self-disgust. If you don't know who you are, madness gives you.. | life-and-living | Emma Forrest | |
| 2e23fa1 | Yes, I have patterns of love addiction. But I'm a woman. Of course I do. | love love-addiction women | Emma Forrest | |
| fda3374 | I'm going to lie this one right on the line, right here, right now: I'm pro big pants. Strident feminism NEEDS big pants. Really big. I'm currently wearing a pair that could have been used as a fire blanket to put out the Great Fire of London at any point during the first 48 hours or so. They extend from the top of my thigh to my belly button, and effectively double up as a second property that I can escape to at weekends. If I were going t.. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 64c5fdb | You go out into your world, and try and find the things that will be useful to you. Your weapons. Your tools. Your charms. You find a record, or a poem, or a picture of a girl that you pin to the wall and go, "Her. I'll try and be her. I'll try and be her - but here." You observe the way others walk, and talk, and you steal little bits of them - you collage yourself out of whatever you can get your hands on. You are like the robot Johnny 5 .. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 34e0ee3 | Here's the amazing thing about sex: you get a whole person to yourself, for the first time since you were a baby. Someone who is looking at you--just you--and thinking about you, and wanting you, and you haven't even had to lie at the bottom of the stairs and pretend you're dead to get them to do it. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 9a85d73 | People with no upper-body strength, who read poetry. These are my people. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 6b21fc0 | The thing about the heart was that you could not coax it or force it, as you could any other disease. Will power meant nothing. | Michael Shaara |