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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bf93f3e | When you smile it takes up half your face.' 'Simon!' she exclaimed. 'That sounds horrible.' 'It's enchanting.' 'Distorted.' 'Desirable. | Julia Quinn | ||
| c5baf74 | Annabel stared at the door, then turned to Sebastian, feeling quite dazed. "I think my grandmother may have just given me permission to ruin myself." "I'll do all the ruining tonight," he said with a grin. "If you don't mind." | bevelstoke julia-quinn sebastian-grey ten-things-i-love-about-you | Julia Quinn | |
| 011c47b | Do you miss a parent you never knew?" he whispered. Kate considered his question for some time. His voice had held a hoarse urgency that told her there was something critical about her reply. Why, she couldn't imagine, but something about her childhood clearly rang a chord within his heart. "Yes," she finally answered, "but not in the way you would think. You can't really miss her, because you didn't know her, but there's still a hole in yo.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 921699e | Annabel looked down. Her hands were shaking. She couldn't do this. Not yet. She couldn't face the man she'd kissed who happened to be the heir to the man she didn't want to kiss but whos she probably was going to marry. Oh yes, and she could not forget that if she did marry the man she didn't want to kiss, she was likely to provide him with a new heir, thus cutting off the man she did want to kiss. | Julia Quinn | ||
| ff2e27c | I just -- I know my own heart and I love you, Turner. And if you have even the tiniest shred of decency, you'll say something because I've said everything I possibly can, and I can't bear the silence, and -- oh for heaven's sake! Will you at least blink?" He couldn't even manage that." | julia-quinn miranda-cheever nigel-bevelstoke viscount-turner | Julia Quinn | |
| 156bf45 | I do love it when I am right," Hyacinth said triumphantly. "Which is fortunate, since I so often am." Penelope just looked at her. "You do know that you are insufferable." "Of course." Hyacinth leaned toward Penelope with a devilish smile. "But you love me, anyway, admit it." "I admit nothing until the end of the evening." "After we have both gone deaf?" "After we see if you behave yourself." Hyacinth laughed. "You married into the family. .. | Julia Quinn | ||
| f1e2f7c | I've already instructed the others to keep their mouths shut." "Even Hyacinth?" Penelope asked doubtfully. "Especially Hyacinth." "Did you bribe her?" Violet asked. "Because it won't work unless you bribe her." "Good Lord," Colin muttered. "One would think I'd joined this family yesterday. Of course I bribed her." He turned to Penelope. "No offense to recent additions." "Oh, none taken." | Julia Quinn | ||
| 9c1a078 | He'd been waiting for a love fraught with passion and drama; it hadn't even occurred to him that true love might be something that was utterly comfortable and just plain easy. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 33dd4fa | Oh, Elizabeth," he murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her mouth, "I love you so much. You must believe me." "I believe you," she said softly, "because in your eyes, I see what I feel in my heart." | Julia Quinn | ||
| 05bc321 | She glared at him. "I'm not asking you to apologize." "Well, that's a relief.I doubt I could find the words." | Julia Quinn | ||
| 45f895f | And then what would she say? | Julia Quinn | ||
| 9f429ab | But if I feel, may I never express?" "Never!" declared Reason. I groaned under her bitter sternness. Never - never - oh, hard word! This hag, this Reason, would not let me look up, or smile, or hope; she could not rest unless I were altogether crushed, cowed, broken-in, and broken down. According to her, I was born only to work for a piece of bread, to await the pains of death, and steadily through all life to despond. Reason might be righ.. | feelings villette | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 637921b | Our natures own predilections and antipathies alike strange. There are people from whom we secretly shrink, whom we would personally avoid, though reason confesses that they are good people: there are others with faults of temper, &c., evident enough, beside whom we live content, as if the air about them did us good. | faults nature people personality predilection temper | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 6a8a27c | Oh, why was he so handsomely blond, so courteously aloof, so maddeningly boring with his talk about Europe and books and music and poetry and things that interested her not at all - and yet so desirable? | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 05f2aae | There was no one to tell Scarlett that her own personality, frighteningly vital though it was, was more attractive than any masquerade she might adopt. Had she been told, she would have been pleased but unbelieving. And the civilization of which she was a part would have been unbelieving too, for at no time, before or since, had so low a premium been placed on feminine naturalness. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| b4fbda2 | Now she knew the haven she had sought in dreams, the place of warm safety which had always been hidden from her in the mist. It was not Ashley -- oh, never Ashley! There was no more warmth in him than in a marsh light, no more security than in quicksand. It was Rhett -- Rhett who had strong arms to hold her, a broad chest to pillow her tired head, jeering laughter to pull her affairs into proper perspective. And complete understanding, beca.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 0601956 | He looked on people, and he neither liked nor disliked them. He looked on life and was neither heartened nor saddened. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 239c4a4 | It's a very bad thing for a woman to face the worst that can happen to her, because after she's faced the worst she can't ever really fear anything again. And it's very bad for a woman not to be afraid of something ... always have something to fear - even as you save something to love ... and don't think you can lay down the load, ever. Because you can't. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 0995624 | Many signs point to the fact that the youth of the Third World will no longer tolerate living in circumstances that give them no hope for the future. From the young boys I met in the demobilization camps in Sierra Leone to the suicide bombers of Palestine and Chechnya, to the young terrorists who fly planes into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, we can no longer afford to ignore them. We have to take concrete steps to remove the caus.. | chechnya international palestine politics rwanda sierra-leone suicide-bombers terrorism | Roméo Dallaire | |
| 98eb07a | When I was a little girl,' I said, sitting down, 'the wallpaper in my room had pictures of Noah's story.' [...] You know what's weird though? It's weird that the ark would be such a kids' story, you know? I mean, it's...really a story about death. Every person who isn't in Noah's family? They die. Every animal, apart from two of each on the boat? They die. They all die in the flood. Billions of creatures. It's the worst tragedy ever,' I fin.. | noah-s-ark wallpaper | Adam Rex | |
| 8547e45 | There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, | Archibald MacLeish | ||
| aab917e | I am Wrath. I had neither father nor mother: I leaped out of a lion's mouth when I was scarce half an hour old, and ever since I have run up and down the world, with this case of rapiers, wounding myself when I had nobody to fight withal. I was born in hell - and look to it, for some of you shall be my father. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| e81576b | I must have wanton Poets, pleasant wits, Musitians, that with touching of a string May draw the pliant king which way I please: Musicke and poetrie is his delight, Therefore ile have Italian maskes by night, Sweete speeches, comedies, and pleasing showes, And in the day when he shall walke abroad, Like Sylvian Nimphes my pages shall be clad, My men like Satyres grazing on the lawnes, Shall with their Goate feete daunce an antick hay. Someti.. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| aef88b4 | It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 52357f2 | You have made me smile again; in fact I may be sore from it- it's been awhile. | Ben Folds | ||
| 847fb27 | It was actually pretty common for women not to scream or call the cops in rape cases I prosecuted," Roe said, "at least partly because women aren't wired to react that way. We are socialized to be likeable and not to create friction. We are brought up to be nice. Women are supposed to resolve problems without making a scene--to make bad things go away as if they never happened." | Jon Krakauer | ||
| 6b6b4f6 | In coming to Alaska, McCandless yearned to wander uncharted country, to find a blank spot on the map. In 1992, however, there were no more blank spots on the map---not in Alaska, not anywhere. But Chris, with his idiosyncratic logic, came up with an elegant solution to this dilemma: He simply got rid of the map. In his own mind, if nowhere else, the terra would thereby remain incognita. | wandering | Jon Krakauer | |
| 2d7698c | I had some terrific experiences in the wilderness since I wrote you last - overpowering, overwhelming," he gushed to his friend Cornel Tengel. "But since then I am always being overwhelmed. I require it to sustain life. Everett Ruess" | nomad overwhelmed vagabond vagabond-for-beauty wanderer wilderness | Jon Krakauer | |
| 9e75af9 | There's something about sports. You can be setting fire to cats and burying them in your backyard, but as long as you're playing team sports, people think you're okay. | sports | Polly Horvath | |
| 522a700 | All whispers and echoes from a past that is gone teem into the sleeper's brain, and he is with them, and part of them. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| b30f034 | A familiar name on its own, however, does not carry its bearer far unless the talent is there, and the will to work. | talent | Daphne du Maurier | |
| 5ea04ef | The peace of Manderley. The quietude and the grace. Whoever lived within its walls, whatever trouble there was and strife, however much uneasiness and pain, no matter what tears were shed, what sorrows borne, the peace of Manderley could not be broken or the loveliness destroyed. The flowers that died would bloom again another year, the same birds build their nests, the same trees blossom. That old quiet moss smell would linger in the air, .. | eternal manderley peace | Daphne du Maurier | |
| bba0bad | People who mattered could not take the humdrum world. But this was not the world, it was enchantment; and all of it was mine. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| fb0e3ba | I am aware of sadness, of a sense of loss. Here, I say, we have lived, we have been happy. This has been ours, however brief the time. Though two nights only have been spent beneath a roof, yet we leave something of ourselves behind. Nothing material, . . . but something indefinable, a moment of our lives, a thought, a mood. The house sheltered us, we spoke, we loved within those walls. That was yesterday. To-day we pass on, we see it no mo.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 7ca66f2 | ONE OF THE LAST GREAT REALIZATIONS is that life will not be what you dreamed. | James Salter | ||
| adabc67 | alone in this city, alone on this sea. The days were strewn about him, he was a drunkard of days. He had achieved nothing. He had his life--it was not worth much--not like a life that, though ended, had truly been something. If I had had courage,he thought, if I had had faith. We preserve ourselves as if that were important, and always at the expense of others. We hoard ourselves. We succeed if they fail, we are wise if they are foolish, an.. | faith loneliness regret selfishness | James Salter | |
| 4632028 | I have never desired anything more than him in this moment. | Beth Revis | ||
| c254633 | When I finally get out of bed, the only thing I want to do is go straight to Amy and demand her forgiveness. Maybe we can at least go back to what we had before our fight, even if all we had was an awkward friendship punctuated by significant silences. | Beth Revis | ||
| 5e8bff1 | If I can only see him in madness, is it worth trying to hold onto sanity? | sanity sanity-insanity visions | Beth Revis | |
| 08f0a48 | I told Victria that love is a choice, and I told myself that I didn't have to choose Elder, but I can't forget the way my heart stopped when his did. | across-the-universe amy-martin beth-revis elder | Beth Revis | |
| f98cf00 | Silence and stars. | Beth Revis | ||
| 1660d30 | My daughter accepted without comment the fact that she wasn't going to age. The peculiar thing about the whole business in her case was the fact that she really . Beldin and the twins and I had all achieved the appearance of a certain maturity. We picked up wrinkles and grey hair and a distinguished look. Pol didn't...I guess a sorcerer is to look distinguished and wise, and that implies wrinkles and grey hair. A woman with grey hair and.. | David Eddings | ||
| e2f7b0a | Isn't it odd how the little things can change a man's entire life? | David Eddings | ||
| 7c516d5 | Rome was mud and smoky skies; the rank smell of the Tiber and the exotically spiced cooking fires of a hundred different nationalities. Rome was white marble and gilding and heady perfumes; the blare of trumpets and the shrieking of market-women and the eternal, sub-aural hum of more people, speaking more languages than Gaius had ever imagined existed, crammed together on seven hills whose contours had long ago disappeared beneath this encr.. | history italy language rome visceral-imagery | Marion Zimmer Bradley |