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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2b8b95b | If you do this, Nedra, if you choose necromancy... I cannot follow you into that darkness." "Oh, Grey," I said, shifting my bag onto my shoulder. "What do you know of darkness?" | darkness necromancy | Beth Revis | |
| 200de6d | I think his chutz is up, don't you? | Beth Revis | ||
| c2aee12 | As soon as the words slip past my lips, I wish I could grab them with my hands and crush them in my fists. But I can't. The words are there. | Beth Revis | ||
| 0b0f936 | Before, if I thought Christmas, I would have remembered my past on Earth and would have succumbed to the aching sadness for a life I can never have again. Now, I can think the word and not feel anything but a dull ache, a phantom pain for a part of my life that's been amputated. [p.244] | Beth Revis | ||
| fc3919a | I cannot imagine a more perfect hell than being trapped inside my own mind. | my-mind reverie stuck trapped | Beth Revis | |
| 0fc89c1 | I'd really like to go with you, Agachak. Truly I would...but I just can't." "I don't understand. Why not?" "I'm not allowed to leave home. My mother'd punish me something awful if I did..." "But you're the king." "That doesn't change a thing. I still do what mother says. She tells everybody that I'm the best boy ever when it comes to that." Agachak resisted a powerful urge to change this half-wit into a toad or perhaps a jellyfish." -- | David Eddings | ||
| c73144d | I'm truly amazed at you, Garion," Polgara said. "I didn't think you had the faintest idea of how to speak a civilized language." "Thank you," he said, "I think." | David Eddings | ||
| 8e32de6 | I have neither talent or taste for kingship, cousin. I am a warrior, and to dwell always in one place and live at court would weary me to death! | gawaine | Marion Zimmer Bradley | |
| 9c64de2 | And then a memory from Avalon surfaced in her mind, something she had not thought of for a decade; one of the Druids, giving instruction in the secret wisdom to the young priestesses, had said, If you would have the message of the Gods to direct your life, look for that which repeats, again and again; for this is the message given you by the Gods, the karmic lesson you must learn for this incarnation. It comes again and again until you have.. | karma meaning life | Marion Zimmer Bradley | |
| 1f0b434 | The killing fields of Chicago, of Baltimore, of Detroit, were created by the policy of Dreamers, but their weight, their shame, rests solely upon those who are dying in them. There is a great deception in this. To yell "black-on-black crime" is to shoot a man and then shame him for bleeding." | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| f56ed89 | It is hard to face this. But all our phrasing--race relations, racial chasm, racial justice, racial profiling, white privilege, even white supremacy--serves to obscure that racism is a visceral experience, that it dislodges brains, blocks airways, rips muscle, extracts organs, cracks bones, breaks teeth. You must never look away from this. You must always remember that the sociology, the history, the economics, the graphs, the charts, the r.. | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| ab13543 | Yes, dear Father. But has it ever occurred to you that by [your feelings] you destroy them? How many times can we say sorry before we don't feel sorry anymore? | feelings i-m-sorry john-le-carre sorry emotions | John le Carré | |
| ae11dde | I'm so tired of being lonely,she thought. In so tired of never going out, of never being with a boy,off never having a boy care about me. | r.l. stine | ||
| fc8bf75 | He's is a real dummy | R.L. Stine | ||
| c60fae6 | The modern atheist thinks he knows that God is dead; what he doesn't know is that, unconsciously, he continues to believe in God. What characterizes modernity is no longer the standard figure of the believer who secretly harbors intimate doubts about his belief and engages in transgressive fantasies. What we have today is a subject who presents himself as a tolerant hedonist dedicated to the pursuit of happiness, but whose unconscious is th.. | Slavoj Žižek | ||
| 40693e4 | It does not matter how long we have been kept in cages. It does not matter how strong your gravity is. We were always meant to fly. | Sarah Kay | ||
| 3a43149 | In science, you move closer to the truth by seeking evidence to the contrary. Perhaps the same method should inform your opinions as well. | David McRaney | ||
| c291868 | He knew then what it was that Liz had given him; the thing that he would have to go back and find if ever he got home to England; it was the caring about little things - the faith in ordinary life; the simplicity that made you break up a bit of bread into a paper bag, walk down to the beach and throw it to the gulls. It was this respect for triviality which he had never been allowed to possess; whether it was bread of the seagulls or love | trivial | John le Carré | |
| 6d75d81 | He watched them grow, until eventually, great forests of words had risen throughout Germany.... It was a nation of farmed thoughts. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4d9ced5 | I'm twenty years old and look at me-- there isn't a thing I want to do | Markus Zusak | ||
| f98948c | The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder. They breathed. German and Jewish lungs. | the-book-thief nazi-germany jewish | Markus Zusak | |
| d4f748a | I did it on purpose. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 1f27ad0 | Lua and Marie are holding hands. They look like they're so happy, just inside this moment, watching the kids and the lights on their old fibro house. Lua kisses her. Just softly on the lips. And she kisses back. Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 6c6d7ad | My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought. | sleep time silence thought | Markus Zusak | |
| bf9c725 | My mouth opened. It happened. Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling. Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices surrounded me. The sky listened. The city didn't. I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was howling so that I could hear my voice and so I would remember that the boy had intensity and something to offer. I howled, oh, so loud and desp.. | i-wouldn-t-lie-down something-to-offer desperate howling voices throat sky intensity visions remember loud city | Markus Zusak | |
| 1a7c279 | I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 417daa4 | Christ, it's defeaning. why can't the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn't care, I finally answer, and I know I'm right. It's like I have been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask. The answer's quite simple: To Care.... How do people live like this? How do they survive? And maybe that's why I am here. What if they can't anymore? | Markus Zusak | ||
| 0e79a07 | She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears. | intoxicating | Markus Zusak | |
| b59ed63 | It's well known there's always two sides, if no more. | George Eliot | ||
| 2bc5639 | Deep in her soul, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she would gaze out over the solitude of her life with desperate eyes, seeking some white sail in the mists of the far-off horizon. She did not know what this chance event would be, what wind would drive it to her, what shore it would carry her to, whether it was a longboat or a three-decked vessel, loaded with anguish or filled with happiness up t.. | Lena Dunham | ||
| 32463d1 | Having no intercourse with anyone, she lived in the torpid state of a sleep-walker. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| ce21155 | Every notary carries about inside him the debris of a poet. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 6ee5324 | While there's life there's hope. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| a3eacc4 | One's duty is to feel what is great, cherish the beautiful, and not accept all the conventions of society with the ignominy that it imposes upon us. | life rodolphe unconventional madame-bovary conventions gustave-flaubert duty society | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 7a3e12e | But vilifying those we love always detaches us from them a little. We should not touch our idols: their gilding will remain on our hands. | lovers love | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 5c1d8b3 | If a man goes a little too far along a new road, it is usually himself that he harms more than any one else. | George Eliot | ||
| 1fa58eb | For in the multitude of middle-aged men who go about their vocations in a daily course determined for them much in the same way as the tie of their cravats, there is always a good number who once meant to shape their own deeds and alter the world a little. The story of their coming to be shapen after the average and fit to be packed by the gross, is hardly ever told even in their consciousness; for perhaps their ardour in generous unpaid to.. | George Eliot | ||
| 442f1f0 | Every man's work, pursued steadily, tends to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of his life. | work love | George Eliot | |
| 947100f | Strange, that some of us, with quick alternative vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the heights, behold the wide plain where our persistent self pauses and awaits us. | prudence | George Eliot | |
| cab0b4e | We scarcely want to analyse what we feel to be so large and deeply human. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| aa0035a | I am a doctor. A.B.... M.A.... PH.D....ABMAPHID! Abmaphid has been variously described as a wasting disease of the frontal lobes, and as a wonder drug. It is actually both.I'm really very mistrustful. | Edward Albee | ||
| 6771d8e | Why, I ask, can I not finish the letter that I am writing? For my room is always scattered with unfinished letters. I begin to suspect, when I am with you, that I am among the most gifted of men. I am filled with the delight of youth, with potency, with the sense of what is to come. blundering, but fervid, I see myself buzzing round flowers, humming down scarlet cups, making blue funnels resound with my prodigious booming. How richly I shal.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| eb776dd | A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain round us, but it must be a curtain that shuts us in not out. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| c2a01e1 | She was a fly, but the others were dragonflies, butterflies, beautiful insects, dancing, fluttering, skimming, while she alone dragged herself up out of the saucer. | Virginia Woolf |