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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1cd43f1 | Grace is the face that love wears when it meets imperfection. | inspirational | Joseph R. Cooke | |
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| 81d255a | Time is what stops history happening at once; time is the speed at which the past disappears. | David Mitchell | ||
| 7564162 | To be left alone is the most precious thing one can ask of the modern world. | solitude privacy | Anthony Burgess | |
| 0ae2d65 | The truth is, some relationships are supposed to last forever, and some are only supposed to last a few days. That's the way life is. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 2a44ef7 | We knew exactly what we wanted in each other. And even so, it ended. One day it stopped, as if the film simply slipped off the reel. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 04679c1 | I'm wondering what to read next." Matilda said. "I've finished all the children's books." | Roald Dahl | ||
| c8b9c46 | If no words come, you can always give him the finger. | tucker-reese | Simone Elkeles | |
| e99c29d | The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright -- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night. The moon was shining sulkily, Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there After the day was done -- "It's very rude of him," she said, "To come and spoil the fun!" The sea was wet as wet could be, The sands were dry as dry. You could no.. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 0edf618 | I mean, who cares about SpongeBob SquarePants? I'm sitting here with Wolverine! -random kid talking to Ari | James Patterson | ||
| 524bb53 | They were within twenty yards of each other, and so abrupt was his appearance, that it was impossible to avoid his sight. Their eyes instantly met, and the cheeks of each were overspread with the deepest blush. He absolutely started, and for a moment seemed immoveable from surprise; but shortly recovering himself, advanced towards the party, and spoke to Elizabeth, if not in terms of perfect composure, at least of perfect civility. | romance love | Jane Austen | |
| f307fbc | But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| be7d429 | Because I don't care what anyone says or how often or winningly they say it: no one will ever, ever be able to persuade me that life is some awesome, rewarding treat. Because, here's the truth: life is a catastrophe. The basic fact of existence - of walking around trying to feed ourselves and find friends and whatever else we do - is a catastrophe. Forget all this ridiculous 'Our Town' nonsense everyone talks: the miracle of a newborn babe,.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 1b1bb02 | The young people think the old people are fools -- but the old people know the young people are fools. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 265bd76 | No, my dear, I'm not in love with you, no more than you are with me, and if I were, you would be the last person I'd ever tell. God help the man who ever really loves you. You'd break his heart, my darling, cruel, destructive little cat who is so careless and confident she doesn't even trouble to sheathe her claws. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 8d4c449 | Severus Snape wasn't yours," said Harry. "Snape was Dumbledores, Dumbledores from the moment you started hunting down my mother..." -- | J.K.Rowlings | ||
| 56b88ab | Now what state do you live in?' 'Denial. | humor | Bill Watterson | |
| b090257 | I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey? | paper-towns leaving sad | John Green | |
| 87d9723 | I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, .. | suffering john-coffey sins | Stephen King | |
| 0f61e07 | It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. | F. Scott Fitzgerald | ||
| eebf9f3 | Jesus Christ lived in the midst of his enemies. At the end all his disciples deserted him. On the Cross he was utterly alone, surrounded by evildoers and mockers. For this cause he had come, to bring peace to the enemies of God. So the Christian, too, belongs not in the seclusion of a cloistered life but in the thick of foes. There is his commission, his work. 'The kingdom is to be in the midst of your enemies. And he who will not suffer th.. | christianity love inspirational luther cross christ enemies | Dietrich Bonhoeffer | |
| aa0c257 | The past can't hurt you anymore. Not unless you let it. They made you into a victim, Evey. They made you into a statistic. But, that's not the real you. That's not who you are inside. | inspirational favourite-quote | Alan Moore | |
| dce3883 | A thing of beauty is a joy for ever | inspirational | John Keats | |
| c96a6f1 | It is much easier to be brave if you do not know everything. | inspirational | Lois Lowry | |
| f5ffe24 | There's an epigram tacked to my office bulletin board, pinched from a magazine -- "Wanting to meet an author because you like his work is like wanting to meet a duck because you like pate." | epigrams fandom similes on-writing disappointment writers | Margaret Atwood | |
| 83dd988 | I am not your justification for existence. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| bc32738 | That's how stories happen -- with a turning point, an unexpected twist. There's only one kind of happiness, but misfortune comes in all shapes and sizes. It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story. | unhappiness life misfortune stories | Haruki Murakami | |
| 6528d8a | If it weren't for music, I would think that love is mortal. | music power-of-music | Mark Helprin | |
| cee06bf | I'd give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life's decay, | Lewis Carroll | ||
| b987f05 | You look at where you're going and where you are and it never makes sense, but then you look back at where you've been and a pattern seems to emerge. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| 8709224 | Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. | color sunset | Jack Kerouac | |
| 9f30ed1 | It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 03d6940 | He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 2168e70 | Children are knives, my mother once said. They don't mean to, but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don't we, we clasp them until the blood flows. | knives hurt mother | Joanne Harris | |
| c3619a3 | I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said, Harry. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| de1ea40 | He gaped at the controls. "Why is my ship talking back to me?" | Marissa Meyer | ||
| 96f970e | Hello?" A girl again. "I know you can hear me. I'm sorry my friend is such a wing nut. You can just ignore him." "That's usually what we do," said the other feminine voice." | scarlet cress thorne | Marissa Meyer | |
| 4895c55 | The Bible may, indeed does, contain a warrant for trafficking in humans, for ethnic cleansing, for slavery, for bride-price, and for indiscriminate massacre, but we are not bound by any of it because it was put together by crude, uncultured human mammals. | god noremorse atheist | Christopher Hitchens | |
| 22581e5 | One describes a tale best by telling the tale. You see? The way one describes a story, to oneself or to the world, is by telling the story. It is a balancing act and it is a dream. The more accurate the map, the more it resembles the territory. The most accurate map possible would be the territory, and thus would be perfectly accurate and perfectly useless. The tale is the map that is the territory. You must remember this. | fiction contemporary mythology | Neil Gaiman | |
| d3f85bb | We often confuse what we wish for with what is. | wishes sad | Neil Gaiman | |
| f73a34c | Drink the milk. | Brandon Mull | ||
| 3d8e5bd | Far, far below, red liquid bubbled. Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup? None of the posibilities were good. | Rick Riordan | ||
| f4117ea | Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry. | inspirational | Mark Twain | |
| a0605f7 | I want you to kno | poetry love inspirational | Pablo Neruda |