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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e9d0c1e | How is that weird?" Dark the First asked incredulously. "Literally everyone does it. Literally." "I really wish you'd stop saying literally," Dark the Second said. "I literally don't think you understand what that word means." | T.J. Klune | ||
| 0ea130d | It's not destiny, Ox. You're not bound by this. Not yet. There's a choice. There is always a choice. My wolf chose you. I chose you. And if you don't choose me, then that's your choice and I will walk out of here knowing you got to choose your own path. But I swear to god, if you choose me, I will make sure that you know the weight of your worth every day for the rest of our lives because that's what this is. I am going to be a fucking Alph.. | T.J. Klune | ||
| e2e5ec0 | I'm a dragon, and maybe if you're lucky, I'll be dragon my balls across your face later. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 8dbe955 | The first time I met him, I accidentally turned his nose into a penis. I was young and thought about dick a lot." Ryan almost fell down. For no apparent reason. He wasn't even . I arched an eyebrow at him. "You okay?" "I just...," Ryan started. "I don't.... ." "That pretty much sums up how we all feel about Sam," Gary said. "Fond with strong overtures of horror." | T.J. Klune | ||
| e6b14a8 | I wasn't smiling," he said. "I was doing lip stretches." -- | T.J. Klune | ||
| cebc4fd | He came back into the room and frowned at the calendar. He didn't want to know what today's message said, because yesterday's was the absolute worst. He'd said hello and everything had turned upside down. Gus frowned, because he was good at it. "Ugh," he said. "Fine." Gus stared at the inspirational calendar. "Are you spying on me?" he eventually whispered. The inspirational calendar did not reply." | T.J. Klune | ||
| e719c40 | An illusion threatens no one with harm. Neither can it be dispelled by armed force. | Janny Wurts | ||
| 2337f8a | Certainly not! I didn't build a machine to solve ridiculous crossword puzzles! That's hack work, not Great Art! Just give it a topic, any topic, as difficult as you like..." Klapaucius thought, and thought some more. Finally he nodded and said: "Very well. Let's have a love poem, lyrical, pastoral, and expressed in the language of pure mathematics. Tensor algebra mainly, with a little topology and higher calculus, if need be. But with feeli.. | mathematics poetry | Stanisław Lem | |
| ab05e3f | Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler. --ALBERT EINSTEIN | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| f6abf12 | Goggie!" she exclaimed, holding both hands out urgently to Lad, who'd been dozing by the fire. "By all means," Michael replied amicably, as if he and Mary were having a conversation. "Let's bring the mutt with us, as well. He's almost presentable now that he stinks o' roses." | lad-the-dog mary-darling mickey scandalous-desires | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| b0a6f33 | Good." He straddled her, caging her with his body. "Were it up to me, all of London would know what we do here. -Griffin to Hero." | lord-reading | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| d9502fa | But like the legless man, I'm unaccountably fascinated by those who can dance. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| ebd04df | I watched you for years," she whispered. The tears were drying on her cheeks, and heat was building within her. If he would just touch her. Touch her there. "I watched you and you never saw me." | jasper melisande to-seduce-a-sinner | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 831f8ba | In fact, he sorely hoped that it would happen, because otherwise, the world made no sense, there was no justice, and life was just a tangled ball of chaos. | Christopher Moore | ||
| e5d6c3c | A hundred brilliant witticisms died suffocating on the captain's heavy glove. Thus muted, I pumped my codpiece at the duke and tried to force a fart, but my bum tumpet could find no note. | fool | Christopher Moore | |
| 865cdbc | You sure about this writer thing son? | writer | Christopher Moore | |
| 2def6d0 | Sometimes this high-tech world calls for low-tech solutions. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 20173b4 | People always stay the age that they died at. My big brother died of leukemia when I was six. He was eight. Now when I think of him, he's always eight, and he's still my big brother. He never changes, and the part of me that remembers him never changes. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 80e3099 | So Now You're Death: Here's What You'll Need | Christopher Moore | ||
| eb530c9 | When it appeared that even the most passive-aggressive attempts would not work, Charlie resorted to the ultimate Beta Male Attack, which was to tolerate Alvin and Mohammed's presence, but to resent the hell out of them and drop snide remarks whenever he had the chance. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 786597f | The Painting is not shit,' said Lucien. 'I know,' said Henri. 'That was just part of the subterfuge. I am of royal lineage; subterfuge is one of the many talents we carry in our blood, along with guile and hemophilia. | Christopher Moore | ||
| a5c0ac0 | You should never pass up an opportunity to be kind. You should never not thank someone. You should never not say something nice when you think it. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 0ce68fb | The Greeks believe the Fates are three sisters: one is Order, who spins out the linear thread of a life from the beginning; another is Irony, who gently cocks up the thread, marking it with some peculiar sense of balance, like justice, only blind drunk with a scale that's been bunged into the street so it never quite settles; and the third, Inevitability, simply sits in the corner taking notes and criticizing the other two for being shamele.. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 07f0e7c | But perhaps revelation often comes when you're not looking for it, resolution when you don't realize you need it. | Robert Goddard | ||
| e0d2495 | How sad, he thought, that desire found new objects but did not abate, that when it came to longing there was no end. | longing | Allegra Goodman | |
| c0e73c4 | what is an imaginary friend? are there also imaginary enemies? | Lynda Barry | ||
| c113b10 | she said, "I think I'm having a crisis of faith." To which I thought, What the hell does that look like for a Unitarian? "Yeah," she continued. "I think I believe in Jesus." Oh. That's what it looks like. "I'm so sorry," I replied. "But sometimes Jesus just hunts your ass down and there's nothing you can do about it." | Nadia Bolz-Weber | ||
| c06915f | Sometimes the fact that there is nothing about you that makes you the right person to do something is exactly what God is looking for. | Nadia Bolz-Weber | ||
| 37e8030 | There are many reasons to steer clear of Christianity. No question. I fully understand why people make that choice. Christianity has survived some unspeakable abominations: the Crusades, clergy sex-scandals, papal corruption, televangelist scams, and clown ministry. But it will survive us, too. It will survive our mistakes and pride and exclusion of others. I believe that the power of Christianity -- the thing that made the very first dis.. | Nadia Bolz-Weber | ||
| c6a217e | XIII Lightly, lightly, very lightly A very light wind passes, And it goes away just as lightly, And I don't know what I'm thinking, Nor do I wish to know. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 12b5cc3 | In me all affections take place on the surface, but sincerely. I've always been an actor, and in earnest. Whenever I've loved, I've pretended to love, pretending it even to myself. | love | Fernando Pessoa | |
| c6949f6 | lHzyn l ynm yshr lyjd lfrH. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 2f26762 | Time, which grays hair and wrinkles faces, also withers violent affections, and much more quickly. | time | Fernando Pessoa | |
| fb2d0af | I try to say what I feel Without thinking about what I feel. I try to place words right next to my idea So that I won't need a corridor Of thought leading to words. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 52e0939 | A tree's shade is worth more than the knowledge of truth, my sons, for a tree's shade is true while it lasts, and the knowledge of truth is false in its very truth. The leaves' greenness is worth more, for a right understanding, than a great thought, for the leaves, greenness is something you can show others, but you can never show them a great thought. We are born without knowing how to talk and we die without having known how to express o.. | philosophy | Fernando Pessoa | |
| eced4e1 | I wander as I walk straight ahead. When it's time, I show up at the office like everyone else. When it's not time, I go to the river to gaze at the river, like everyone else. I'm no different. And behind all this, O sky my sky, I secretly constellate and have my infinity. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| dd04d78 | fj'@, km lw 'n qdr mdwy shfn~ mn `m~ mzmn bTryq@ mbGt@, 'rf` lr's, `n Hyt~ lGfl, nHw lm`rf@ lwDH@ bkyfy@ wjwd~, f'r~ 'n kl m qmt bh, kl m fkrt bh, kl m knth, hw khd` wjnwn. 't`jb mm twSlt l~ `dm lntbh lyh. 'stGrb m knth, w'r~ 'nn~ f~ nhy@ lmTf, lst 'n. 'nZr, km lw f~ tmdd llshWms mksWir llGywm, l~ Hyt~ lmDy@; w'lHZ, bdhhwl mytfyzyq~, kyf 'n kl Hrkt~, l'kthr yqyny@, 'fkr~ l'shd wDwH, wGyt~ l'kthr mnTqy@, lm tkn, f~ lnhy@, Gyr sukr mtSl mndh .. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 752eaca | Meditarias: as pessoas falam coisas, e por tras do que falam ha o que sentem, e por tras do que sentem ha o que sao e nem sempre se mostra. Ha os niveis nao formulados, camadas imperceptiveis, fantasias que nem sempre controlamos, expectativas que quase nunca se cumprem e sobretudo como dizias, emocoes. | Caio Fernando Abreu | ||
| e98525b | And leaning out the window, enjoying the day above the varying volume of the entire city, only one thought swells my soul - the intimate will to die, to finish, not to see more light over any city, not to think, not to feel, to leave behind like wrapping paper the course of the sun and the days, to rid myself, at the edge of the grand bed, as of a heavy suit, of the involuntary effort to be. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 7f097ed | I have to choose what I detest - either dreaming which my intelligence hates, or action, which my sensibility loathes; either action, for which I wasn't born, or dreaming, for which no one was born. Detesting both, I choose neither; but since I must on occasion either dream or act, I mix the two things together. | reality | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 6822ccb | You will not fight in the shield wall," my father said. "No, Father." "Only men can stand in the shield wall," he said, "but you will watch, you will learn, and you will discover that the most dangerous stroke is not the sword or ax that you can see, but the one you cannot see, the blade that comes beneath the shields to bite your ankles." | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| f7b3e97 | You'll call me a damned Jew, a Christ murderer, a secret worshipper of pigs and a kidnapper of christian children." This was all said cheerfully. "How absurd! Who would want to kidnap children, Christian or otherwise? Vile things. The only mercy of children is that they grow up, as my son has but then, tragically, they beget more children. We do not learn life's lessons." | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 63ef315 | Our ancestors," he went on after a while, "took this land. They took it and made it and held it. We do not give up what our ancestors gave us. They came across the sea and they fought here, and they built here and they're buried here. This is our land, mixed with our blood, strengthened with our bone. Ours!" He was angry, but he was often angry. He glowered at me, as if wondering whether I was strong enough to hold this land of Northumbria .. | patriotic | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 10771d1 | Wyrd bio ful araed," I said. Fate is fate. It cannot be changed or cheated." | Bernard Cornwell |