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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| edb6ec2 | Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, offsetting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, eevn in the firelight They twinkled with amusent as he beheld me. | rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 17108a4 | I was created, then the Society ordered the destruction of all mods. The day after I was born, the date of my death was set! So I sweated in that pill, just waiting to die. Day after day, my brothers and sisters were killed. Then I got lucky and got shipped out with a load of goods by mistake. Still, I always expected to be discovered and destroyed. I had a lot of time to think about things. I decided no one has the right to take a life. I .. | anti-abortion prolife | Tite Kubo | |
| edda854 | Where no paths exist, a man strays only when he misses his destination. There is no crime, no transgression, no sin save foolishness or incompetence, and no obscenity save the tyranny of custom. | truth | R. Scott Bakker | |
| a7a594f | The world is a circle that possesses as many centres as it does men. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| b93dac4 | Consequences lost all purchase when they became mad. And desperation, when pressed beyond anguish, became narcotic. | insight | R. Scott Bakker | |
| 81b6952 | Men, Kellhus had once told her, were like coins: they had two sides. Where one side of them saw, the other side of them was seen, and though all men were both at once, men could only truly know the side of themselves that saw and the side of others that was seen--they could only truly know the inner half of themselves and the outer half of others. At first Esmenet thought this foolish. Was not the inner half the whole, what was only imperfe.. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| d6b90dd | Victory has a thousand fathers, but defeat is an orphan. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| b798f19 | I'm very gullible when it comes to my own words. I believe everything I say, though I know I am a liar. | inspirational lies reality truth words | Roger Zelazny | |
| 96653b7 | But I recall the springtime of the world as though it were yesterday--those days when we rode together to battle, and those nights when we shook the stars loose from the fresh-painted skies! | Roger Zelazny | ||
| ce39eb8 | Which one the right way?" "Huh? You're asking me ? How should I know?" "Mortals call you Buddha." "That is only because they are afflicted with language and ignorance." | buddha ignorance | Roger Zelazny | |
| 9f216d2 | He smelled the smells of commerce and listened to the cursing of the sailors, both of which he admired: the former, as it reeked of wealth, and the latter because it combined his two other chief preoccupations, these being theology and anatomy. | cursing irony swear-words swearing | Roger Zelazny | |
| e0be8db | As I sailed into Shadow, a white bird of my desire came and sat upon my right shoulder, and I wrote a note and tied it to its leg and set it on its way. The note said "I am coming," and it was signed by me. A black bird of my desire came and sat upon my left shoulder, and I wrote a note and tied it to its leg and sent it off into the west. It said, "Eric- I'll be back," and it was signed: Corwin, Lord of Amber. A demon wind propelled me eas.. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 102c541 | Feelings, she learned, were hard to fight. She treasured his smiles and compliments and tried not to dwell on the fact that he gave this things to his friend Kel. His dreamy-eyed gazes, poems, and fits of passionate melancholy were for Uline. It was hard not to resent the older girl. | jealousy love | Tamora Pierce | |
| 4b760a7 | They returned to the gallery and circled its rim, then went down a short hall. Scrap's tail twitched angrily when they reached Tristan's door: it was shut. Daine grabbed the knob. It stung her hand, making her yelp. "Kit? This ones magicked. Can you do anything?" Kitten stood on her hind feet and peered into the lock, then whistled two cheerful notes. Nothing happened. She scowled and whistled again, less cheerfully, more as a demand. Nothi.. | daine kitten scrap | Tamora Pierce | |
| ed61b27 | You get too excited over big flashes, Tunstall. Mages rely on that to make you think they have more power than you. | Tamora Pierce | ||
| 907ac29 | I don't have so many friends that I can afford to turn my back on any of them. | Tamora Pierce | ||
| bfe8f12 | The usual antonym for the word "spiritual" is "material." That at least is what I believed when I began this inquiry--that the whole issue with spirituality turned on a question of metaphysics. Now I'm inclined to think a much better and certainly more useful antonym for "spiritual" might be "egotistical." Self and Spirit define the opposite ends of a spectrum, but that spectrum needn't reach clear to the heavens to have meaning for us. It .. | Michael Pollan | ||
| d69a40d | Farewell, my friend," Drizzt whispered, trying futilely to keep his voice from breaking. :This journey you make alone." | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| b5ebaee | I am no longer amazed by how quickly a man will justify his change of heart when a spear is leveled his way. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| afdbeb1 | Of all the forces in the universe, the hardest to overcome is the force of habit. | humor | Terry Pratchett | |
| 120105b | a man needs no camel to ride to hell, yea, nor horse, nor mule; a man may ride into hell on his tongue... | words | Terry Pratchett | |
| c82dec9 | But too much reading had taken its toll. William found that he now thought of prayer as a sophisticated way of pleading with thunderstorms. | pratchett terry-pratchett the-truth william-de-worde | Terry Pratchett | |
| 766e7b6 | Miss Dearheart gave him a very brief look, and shook her head. There was movement under the table, a small fleshy kind of noise and the drunk suddenly bent forward, colour draining from his face. Probably only he and Moist heard Miss Dearheart purr: 'What is sticking in your foot is a Mitzy "Pretty Lucretia" four-inch heel, the most dangerous footwear in the world. Considered as pounds per square inch, it's like being trodden on by a very p.. | drunkenness feminism high-heels humor | Terry Pratchett | |
| 1d70fe6 | Words are the litmus paper of the minds. If you find yourself in the power of someone who will use the word "commence" in cold blood, go somewhere else very quickly. But if they say "Enter", don't stop to pack." | Terry Pratchett | ||
| fbd9a44 | She wore so much thick white makeup in order to conceal her naturally rosy complexion that if she turned around suddenly her face would probably end up on the back of her head. | humor humorous | Terry Pratchett | |
| 3c10892 | Gods?" said Xeno. "We don't bother with gods. Huh. Relics of an outmoded belief system, gods." There was a rumble of thunder from the clear evening sky. "Except for Blind Io the Thunder God," Xeno went on, his tone hardly changing." | Terry Pratchett | ||
| f9d2552 | Against one perfect moment, the centuries beat in vain. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| c44282c | Particles of raw inspiration sleet through the universe all the time. Every once in a while one of them hits a receptive mind, which then invents DNA or the flute sonata form or a way of making light bulbs wear out in half the time. But most of them miss. Most people go through their lives without being hit by even one. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 3d5337b | Vimes shook some lather off the blade. "Hah! I bet they have. Tell me, Willikins, did you fight much when you were a kid? Were you in a gang or anything?" "I was privileged to belong to the Shamlegger Street Rude Boys, sir," said the butler. "Really?" said Vimes, genuinely impressed. "They were pretty tough nuts, as I recall." "Thank you, sir," said Willikins smoothly. "I pride myself I used to give somewhat more than I got if we needed to .. | humourous | Terry Pratchett | |
| 7f81539 | I mean, it's a good job we've got a last desperate million-to-one chance to rely on, or we'd really be in trouble! | humour last-stand | Terry Pratchett | |
| b3f68e2 | A month went by quickly. It didn't want to hang around. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 31126aa | Hah!" said Granny Weatherwax. "I should just say it is a folk song! I knows all about folk songs. Hah! You think you're listenin' to a nice song about...cuckoos and fiddlers and nightingales and whatnot, and then it turns out to be about...something else entirely," she added darkly." | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 5d3a6f0 | Upstairs, in what had been until then the cash office, Young Sam slept peacefully in a makeshift bed. One day, Vimes hoped, he would be able to tell him that on one special night he'd been guarded by four troll watchmen. They'd been off duty but volunteered to come in for this, and were just for some dwarfs to try anything. Sam hoped the boy would be impressed; the most other kids could hope for was angels. | humourous | Terry Pratchett | |
| 2f67789 | they were in every colour sweets can be, such as Not-Really-Raspberry Red, Fake-Lemon Yellow, Curiously-Chemical Orange, Some-Kind-of-Acidy Green and Who-Knows-What Blue. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 050ce62 | Igor?' said Moist. 'You have an Igor?' Oh, yes,' said Hubert. 'That's how I get this wonderful light. They know the secret of storing lightning in jars! But don't let that worry you, Mr Lipspick. Just because I'm employing an Igor and working in a cellar doesn't mean I'm some sort of madman, ha ha ha!' Ha ha,' agreed Moist. Ha hah hah!,' said Hubert. 'Hahahahahaha!! Ahahahahahahhhhh!!!!!-' Bent slapped him on the back. Hubert coughed. Sorry.. | humour | Terry Pratchett | |
| d1e6ebc | Take it from me, whenever you see a bunch of buggers puttering around talking about truth and beauty and the best way of attacking Ethics, you can bet your sandals it's all because dozens of other poor buggers are doing all the real work around the place. | philosophy work | Terry Pratchett | |
| bd0f2e6 | Jaime had never realised that trees made a sound when they grew, and no-one else had realised it either, because the sound is made over hundreds of years in waves of twenty-four hours from peak to peak. Speed it up, and the sound a tree makes is . | trees unknown-phenomena | Terry Pratchett | |
| 384d85a | I nearly committed a terrible sin," said Brutha. "I nearly ate fruit on a fruitless day." "That's a terrible thing, a terrible thing," said Om. "Now cut the melon." | Terry Pratchett | ||
| d332183 | She had a tall bearing and a tall voice and a tall manner, and was tall in every respect except height. Amazingly, she'd apparently been able to keep this a secret from people. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 351ca7d | Well, the traveling teachers do come through every few months," said the Baron. "Yes, sir, I know, sir, and they're useless, sir. They teach facts, not understanding. It's like teaching people about forests by showing them a saw. I want a proper school, sir, to teach reading and writing, and most of all thinking, sir, so people can find what they're good at, because someone doing what they really like is always an asset to any country, and .. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 41a3bb4 | I SEE THE GIRL WRITES IN GREEN CRAYON ON PINK PAPER WITH A MOUSE IN THE CORNER. THE MOUSE IS WEARING A DRESS. 'I ought to point out that she decided to do that so the Hogfather would think she was sweet,' said Susan. 'Including the deliberate bad spelling. But look, why are you ...' SHE SAYS SHE IS FIVE YEARS OLD. 'In years, yes. In cynicism, she's about thirty-five. Why are you doing the...' BUT SHE BELIEVES IN THE HOGFATHER? 'She'd believ.. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| fd470a4 | Mort was hurt by this. It was one thing not to want to marry someone, but quite another to be told they didn't want to marry you. | marriage | Terry Pratchett | |
| 8ea5580 | I THINK NOT. I WASN'T CUT OUT TO BE A FATHER, AND CERTAINLY NOT A GRANDAD. I HAVEN'T GOT THE RIGHT KIND OF KNEES. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 16593f0 | I shall fear not. According to the Testament of Mezerek, the fisherman Nonpo spent four days in the belly of a giant fish," said Constable Visit. The thunder seemed particularly loud in the silence. "Washpot, are we talking miracles here?" said Reg eventually. "Or just a very slow digestive process?" | humourous | Terry Pratchett |