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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6b4f999 | Her whore I might be, but not without my reasons. | rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 1dfc9c6 | Mor opened her mouth, laughter dancing on her face, but Elain asked, "Could you have done it? Decided to take a male form?" The question cut through the laughter, an arrow fired between us. Amren studied my sister, Elain's cheeks red from our unfiltered talk at the table. "Yes," she said simply. "Before, in my other form, I was neither. I simply was." "Then why did you pick this body?" Elain asked, the faelight of the chandelier catching in.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 15167ba | The kitchen sounds turned muffled as she let herself spiral down, contemplating that horrible realization again and again: she could not remember what it was like to be free. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 91737e1 | His lips were smooth against my skin, his breath warm, and my knees buckled as he lifted my other hand to his mouth and kissed it, too. Kissed it carefully - in a way that made heat begin pounding in my core, between my legs. | sex tamlin | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 8de4abc | Not forever,' he said onto my mouth. And though I knew it was a lie, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. | forever kiss love tamlin | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 8d93d81 | The silence brought back everything around her. | sam sam-cortland sarah-j-maas sj-maas the-assasin-s-blade the-assassin-and-the-underworld | Sarah J. Maas | |
| d30ae9b | Where is Aelin? Where is my wife? | rowaelin rowan-whitethorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ee0cba5 | Up close, though, these warring hues were offset by the brilliant ring of gold around her pupils. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 40929eb | He was using his words as chains to bind her again. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 60e9f59 | I heard a story," Aedion drawled to Rowan, "that you killed an enemy warlord using a table." "Please,"Aelin said. "Who the hell told you that?" "Quinn-your uncle's Captain of the Guard. He was an admirer of Prince Rowan's. He knew all the stories." Aelin slid her eyes to Rowan, who smirked, bracing his sparring stick on the floor. "You can't be serious," she said. "What-you squashed him to death like a pressed grape?" | humor throne-of-glass | Sarah J. Maas | |
| f10e7e8 | Porque estoy cansado y estoy solo, y tu eres la unica persona con la que puedo hablar sin ponerme en peligro.>> | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 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 | ||
| 5719925 | There is no end to the making and selling of things there is no end to the making and selling of things there is no end... Man, it occurs to me, is a joyful, buying-and-selling piece of work. I have been wrong, dead wrong, when I've decried consumerism. Consumerism is what we are. It is, in a sense, a holy impulse. A human being is someone who joyfully goes in pursuit of things, brings them home, then immediately starts planning how to get .. | George Saunders | ||
| 03de986 | I love that moment, when you stop struggling to stay awake and your eyelids shut sink down and you slip effortlessly into another realm that's beckoning to you. | away life-and-death realm sleep struggling | Rachel Klein | |
| 269d0eb | The complex human eye harvests light. It perceives seven to ten million colors through a synaptic flash: one-tenth of a second from retina to brain. Homo sapiens gangs up to 70 percent of its sense receptors solely for vision, to anticipate danger and recognize reward, but also--more so--for beauty. | Ellen Meloy | ||
| 37a4c56 | Egnaro is a secret known to everyone but yourself. It is a country or a city to which you have never been; it is an unknown language. At the same time it is like being cuckolded, or plotted against. It is part of the universe of events which will never wholly reveal itself to you: a conspiracy the barest outline of which, once visible, will gall you forever. | paranoia | M. John Harrison | |
| a54d4cd | If you ask me to tell you anything about the nature of what lies beyond the phaneron... my answer is "How should I know?"... I am not dismayed by ultimate mysteries... I can no more grasp what is behind such questions as my cat can understand what is behind the clatter I make while I type this paragraph." | philosophy realism solipsism | Martin Gardner | |
| 20e1f86 | dh m l`dhb wl'lm ... sw~ lmHrk lwHyd llw`y | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 0098369 | How anxiously I yearned for those I had forsake | departure love missing-someone unbearable yearning | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | |
| 8adbc57 | At first--long before indeed--he had been much occupied with one question; why almost all crimes are so badly concealed and so easily detected, and why almost all criminals leave such obvious traces? He had come gradually to many different and curious conclusions, and in his opinion the chief reason lay not so much in the material impossibility of concealing the crime, as in the criminal himself. Almost every criminal is subject to a failur.. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 7dd6b35 | Again it became suddenly plain and perceptible to him that he had just told a fearful lie - that he would never now be able to speak freely of everything - that he would never again be able to speak of anything to anyone. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 4582724 | The only gain of civilisation for mankind is the greater capacity for variety of sensations--and absolutely nothing more. And through the development of this many-sidedness man may come to finding enjoyment in bloodshed. In fact, this has already happened to him. Have you noticed that it is the most civilised gentlemen who have been the subtlest slaughterers, to whom the Attilas and Stenka Razins could not hold a candle, and if they are not.. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 456c0af | one can't hold one's tongue when one has a feeling, a tangible feeling | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 031ce19 | rqb slwkk fy kl s`@ wfy kl dqyq@ mn lywm Ht~ tsh` lThr@ mnk | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 2dec798 | mankind can still continue to live without the Englishman, can continue without Germany, can continue all too well without the Russian, can continue without science, can continue without bread -- it is only without beauty that we cannot continue, for there will be nothing at all to do in the world! That's where the whole secret lies, that's where the whole of history lies! Science itself would not last a minute without beauty -- | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| be60771 | In the first place I spent most of my time at home, reading. I tried to stifle all that was continually seething within me by means of external impressions. And the only external means I had was reading. Reading, of course, was a great help--exciting me, giving me pleasure and pain. But at times it bored me fearfully. One longed for movement in spite of everything, and I plunged all at once into dark, underground, loathsome vice of the pett.. | vice | Fyodor Dostoyevsky |