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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 573f0ca | Hell is a different place for each man, or each man has his own particular hell. My descent into the inferno is a descent into the irrational level of existence, where the instincts and blind emotions are loose, where one lives by pure impulse, pure fantasy, and therefore pure madness. No, that is not the inferno. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| cfe2e69 | I am more interested in human beings than in writing, more interested in lovemaking than in writing, more interested in living than in writing. More interested in becoming a work of art than in creating one. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| 7468bb0 | But what a superb game the three of us are playing. Who is the demon? Who is the liar? Who the human being? Who the cleverest? Who the strongest? Who loves the most? Are we three immense egos fighting for domination or for love, or are these things mixed? | Anaïs Nin | ||
| b76576f | Does she know I feel immobile and fixed, lost in her? | Anaïs Nin | ||
| c23a36d | You must not fear, hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and feelings. It is also true that creation comes from an overflow, so you have to learn to intake, to imbibe, to nourish yourself and not be afraid of fullness. The fullness is like a tidal wave which then carries you, sweeps you into experience and into writing. Permit yourself to flow and overflow, allow for the rise in temperature, all the expansions and intensificatio.. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| 61f851e | The humiliations and defeats, given with a primitive honesty, end not in frustration, despair or futility, | Anaïs Nin | ||
| ccc498f | and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| ddf0387 | You lose a certain type of innocence when you experience this type of kindness. You lose your right to be a jaded cynic. You can no longer go back through the looking glass and pretend not to know what you know about kindness. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 4d5dc0a | The Stones suggested that if you dabble in decadence, you could turn into a devil-worshipping junkie. Paul McCartney suggested that if you mess around with girl worship, you could turn into a husband. So Paul was a lot scarier. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| a16d65c | But the rhythm of the mix tape is the rhythm of romance, the analog hum of a physical connection between two sloppy, human bodies. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 73f9e9b | I doubt I would ever be missed. Noted absent, charged delinquent, reprimanded but never missed. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| f9ce9c0 | Rand rubbed his hands over his face. His anger had dissipated. "I'm sorry, Yelena. I was backed into a corner and I couldn't get out without hurting someone." | yelena | Maria V. Snyder | |
| c5e3329 | She's the nicest person I know." Zila chewed on her lower lip. "Well, the second nicest. Avry's the first." | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 2c0eafb | Some Queen of the Pipes, I thought. I'd believed I was better than a mindless drone. But I was the mindless one, hiding away. Even now I referred to them as if I didn't belong. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 24cc3de | Being a scrub was undesirable and hard work, living in crowded conditions with no privacy and just being one of many. Undistinguishable. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| d069dbb | I always remember the faces and names of my enemies. I don't want to forget to kill anyone. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 279dbc3 | Your soul fits the void in my soul perfectly. | perfect-fit soul void | Maria V. Snyder | |
| 5421ca3 | I found Esau's field guide at the bottom of my pack. Taking a candle into the bedroom, I read his book until my eyes grew heavy. From his vast notes, it seemed that almost every plant and tree in the jungle had a reason for existing. I caught myself wishing there was a page in his guide that had my picture on it with the reason for my existence written underneath in Esau's neat hand. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 551cf09 | I have found that there are three key steps to identifying your own core personal projects. First, think back to what you loved to do when you were a child. How did you answer the question of what you wanted to be when you grew up? The specific answer you gave may have been off the mark, but the underlying impulse was not. If you wanted to be a fireman, what did a fireman mean to you? A good man who rescued people in distress? A daredevil? .. | Susan Cain | ||
| 8af726b | The trick for introverts is to honor their styles instead of allowing themselves to be swept up by prevailing norms. | norms self-awareness self-esteem success | Susan Cain | |
| 5c1ebfc | Do you really believe in what you said or wrote - in the thing that's bringing criticism? And if I do believe it, I can withstand anything. | susan cain | ||
| 5c00c2a | When all your desires are distilled You will cast just two votes: | Hafez | ||
| de8d70e | He was welcome everywhere he went, and was well-aware of his inability to tolerate solitude. He felt no inclination to be alone and avoided it as far as possible; he didn't really want to become any better acquainted with himself. He knew that if he wanted to show his talents to best advantage, he needed to strike sparks off other people to fan the flames of warmth and exuberance in his heart. On his own he was frosty, no use to himself at .. | personality solitude | Stefan Zweig | |
| 913a968 | For when a woman resists an unwelcome passion, she is obeying to the full the law of her sex; the initial gesture of refusal is, so to speak, a primordial instinct in every female, and even if she rejects the most ardent passion she cannot be called inhuman. But how disastrous it is when fate upsets the balance, when a woman so far overcomes her natural modesty as to disclose her passion to a man, when, without the certainty of its being re.. | love male-perspective modesty pride rejection unrequited-love | Stefan Zweig | |
| e494454 | ws`dty bfhm lns 'kbr mn s`dty blHkm `lyhm | Stefan Zweig | ||
| 98f1c03 | I use to think that somewhere along the line, I'd find the key to that perfect life...and that once I had it, every day would be golden and easy and everything would fit. But life isn't like that. There are only perfect glowing moments...and then there are everyday moments that weave them together into a shimmering path that can always be seen, even in the dark. | Kristan Higgins | ||
| 706172f | I fold my laundry discretely, putting my jeans and tops on anything I don't want the guys to see. I sneak a look at Malone every once in a while, and each time I do, he seems to know. Blushing becomes my permanent facial state. I pretend to watch the game, though the Sox could have all been murdered and left disemboweled on the field for all the attention I truly pay. | Kristan Higgins | ||
| 6c4bf1e | The sun was so bright outside that for a moment, I couldn't see. But then I could, and there he was, leaning against the red Mustang, hands in his pockets, looking at the ground. He looked up, saw me, froze for a second...and then his lightning smile flashed, and I realized I was smiling, too. | Kristan Higgins | ||
| 499c231 | In every country, those who were against war had been overruled. The Austrians had attacked Serbia when they might have held back; the Russians had mobilized instead of negotiating; the Germans had refused to attend an international conference to settle the issue; the French had been offered the chance to remain neutral and had spurned it; and now the British were about to join in when they might easily have remained on the sidelines. | Ken Follett | ||
| a8b0996 | You're a queer?" "That's exactly what I am. I didn't choose to be." After a while Woody put his arm around Chuck's shoulders. "Well, what the hell," he said. "At least you're not a Republican." | winter-of-the-world woody-dewar | Ken Follett | |
| 12c45d6 | I've worked with volunteers before," he began. "It's important not to... not to treat them like servants. We may feel that they are laboring to obtain a heavenly reward, and should therefore work harder than they would for money; but they don't necessarily take that attitude. They feel they're working for nothing, and doing a great kindness to us thereby; and if we seem ungrateful they will work slowly and make mistakes. It will be best to .. | Ken Follett | ||
| 7ce5f5c | I've been treating my life as this pit stop, just kind of regrouping before I move on. But it's been seven years, and I never moved on. I haven't done anything. I just...stopped. | Jonathan Tropper | ||
| 6cab5e9 | I feel a dark wave of regret for the kind of person I turned out to be. | Jonathan Tropper | ||
| 5d7af55 | There's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving. | grieving last-times | Jonathan Tropper | |
| d4933fa | Courage is not the lack of fear, it is fear plus action. | Laura C. Schlessinger | ||
| 1a95138 | This thing was power from the Outside, and I was a grain of sand to its oncoming tide. But you know what? That grain of sand might be the last remnant of what had once been a mountain, but that which it is, it is. The tide comes and the tide goes. Let it hammer the grain of sand as it may. Let lofty mountains fear the slow, constant assault of the waters. Let the valleys shudder at the pitiless advance of ice. Let continents drown beneath t.. | Jim Butcher | ||
| c85f41d | Are you serious? What the hell does a stunt double do in a porno flick?" Jake waved a hand vaguely toward his belt. "Extreme close-ups." "Uh. What?" "Historically speaking, it doesn't happen often. Especially what with Viagra now. But it isn't unknown for a director to bring in a double for the close of a scene, if the actor is having trouble finishing." I blinked. "He thought I was a stunt penis?" Jake laughed at my reaction. "Man. You are.. | Jim Butcher | ||
| e8afc94 | Children have their own kind of power. When you're teaching them, protecting them, you are more than you thought you could be. More understanding, more patient, more capable, more wise. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 7e8879a | The dead don't need justice. That's for those of us who are left looking down at the remains. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 6982af9 | I hadn't gotten beaten up twice, shot, and nearly strangled to get taken out by a misguided werewolf bitch. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 56dfe2e | There was a roar from the shadow-tiger mask around the Harley, and Murphy swept up alongside the boat. I leapt down onto the back of the bike in a single smooth motion, which I felt was cool, and landed with too much of my weight on my genitals, which I felt was not. | Jim Butcher | ||
| f6ffc23 | I'm a wizard. That means I have power, and power and responsibility go hand in hand. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 5fc966d | Fading light means more than just the end of another day. Night is when terrible things emerge from their sleep and seek soft flesh and hot blood. | nightmares terrible-things | Jim Butcher | |
| 9454caa | I felt my face stretch in a victorious smile. The potion had worked. I was inside. I had to suppress an urge to break into a soft shoe routine. Sometimes being able to use magic was so cool. | Jim Butcher |