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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| fc80876 | I'd like to do something to help the worst afflicted, but I can't. It's not possible to save everybody. Even heroes have their all-too-human limits. | Darren Shan | ||
| 8a528bf | I know who the demon thief is - it's me! | Darren Shan | ||
| a38abad | Do you remember what we were speaking of earlier, of how bloody, terrible things are sometimes the most beautiful?" he said. "It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mor.. | classic classic-literature classics god history murder terror | Donna Tartt | |
| a917416 | Jesus," Kerensky said, looking around. "You people. I have one of the most incredible experiences I'll have, talking with the one person who really gets me - who really me - and you're all down here thinking I'm performing some sort of time-travelling incestuous masturbation thing." | John Scalzi | ||
| 76768c2 | I've always liked swimming, so long as my head's above water. | John Scalzi | ||
| 30a3f33 | I think back to the day I stood before my wife's grave for the final time, and turned away from it without regret, because I knew that what she was was not contained in that hole in the ground. I entered a new life and found her again, in a woman who was entirely her own person. When this life is done, I'll turn away from it without regret as well, because I know she waits for me, in another, different life. | death-of-a-loved-one love metaphor | John Scalzi | |
| 03bbef5 | Rich people show their appreciation through favors. When everyone you know has more money than they know what to do with, money stops being a useful transactional tool. So instead you offer favors. Deals. Quid pro quos. Things that involve personal involvement rather than money. Because when you're that rich, your personal time is your limiting factor. | quid-pro-quo rich-people socioeconomics upper-class wealth | John Scalzi | |
| cf0a6db | Colonel, I'm giving you a direct order. Eat the fucking cookie. | John Scalzi | ||
| 14abf36 | Fear is a scavenger who feeds on the future; on what may be and what is possible, extending down the line of our lives. | John Scalzi | ||
| d6f92bc | I've heard 14 year old meth addicted thai prostitutes say more prescient things than the woman that was supposedly a "professor" | Tucker Max | ||
| 2fa89db | Motherfucker. She leaves me no choice. Now I have to break her self-esteem, sleep with her and steal the shirt. | Tucker Max | ||
| dae0340 | The rules your parents teach you to live by are very different than the rules the world actually runs by. Most of the conventional wisdom is not only wrong, it's a lie told to us by people who want to control us. It doesn't help us, it helps them. Pretty much everything we're told as children (and adults, really) by the established power structures in our lives are made up fairytales us to reinforce that control: Santa Claus, the Easter Bun.. | Tucker Max | ||
| 7cb0842 | Such movies are always a danger...falling in love is something most adults have actually experienced...The theme is universal and encourages...unhealthy comparisons...why can't our lives be like that? It's a box left unopened, and its avoidance explains the continued popularity of vampire epics and martial-arts extravaganzas. | David Sedaris | ||
| 06ad381 | Holmes was charming and gracious, but something about him made Belknap uneasy. He could not have defined it. Indeed, for the next several decades alienists and their successors would find themselves hard-pressed to describe with any precision what it was about men like Holmes that could cause them to seem warm and ingratiating but also telegraph the vague sense that some important element of humanness was missing. | Erik Larson | ||
| 1b28c25 | If for every error and every act of incompetence one can substitute an act of treason, many points of fascinating interpretation are open to the paranoid imagination. | Richard Hofstadter | ||
| 8a105b1 | I]t seemed to me now that a Catholic church was the right companion for all these horrors. Didn't Catholicism deal with blood and resurrected flesh on a daily basis? Wasn't it expert in superstition? I somehow doubted that the hospitable plain Protestant chapels that dotted the university could be much help; they didn't look qualified to wrestle with the undead. I felt sure those big square Puritan churches on the town green would be helple.. | church protestantism vampires | Elizabeth Kostova | |
| 7363ce1 | No one, she tought as the breath trembled through her lips, no one had ever looked at her as he did. In a way that told her she was the center | J.D. Robb | ||
| 69006e4 | He took her hand, lifted it to his lips. Nothing could have pleased him more than the quick suspicion on her face. "You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me." "I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you." "Darling," he began, and watched with amusement as his use of the endearment knitted her brow. "You'll be thinking of what I can do to you." | roarke | J.D. Robb | |
| 155205d | No matter your race, creed, sexual orientation, or political affiliation, we protect and serve. Because you could get dead.'" "Even if you were an asshole. We added an addendum." On" | J.D. Robb | ||
| 7ed5d96 | I don't like the idea of you shivering unless I cause it. Stay warm. | roarke-humor | J.D. Robb | |
| 5c8f30c | He came back, sat on the ledge again, and handed her a glass. "You haven't slept; you haven't eaten." "It goes with the territory." The wine tasted like liquid gold. "Nonetheless, you worry me, Lieutenant." "You worry too easily." "I love you." It flustered her to hear him say it in that lovely voice that hinted of Irish mists, to know that somehow, incredibly, it was true. Since she had no answer to give him, she frowned into her wine." | J.D. Robb | ||
| c637a2e | Water lapped as she sat forward. "Don't play games with me, Roarke." "Eve, it's my fondest wish to do just that." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 34d4167 | As for her cat, Galahad made an appearance, regally ignored everyone under four feet until he clued in that this variety of humans was more likely to drop food on the floor, or sneak him handouts. He ended in a gluttonous coma, tubby belly up under a table. | galahad pets | J.D. Robb | |
| 263a29e | Let me help you." Roarke bent down, lifted Rockman by the lapels. He jerked the man up, steadied him. "Look at me, Rockman. Vision clear?" Rockman blinked blood out of his eyes. "I can see you." "Good." Roarke's arm shot up, quick as a bullet, and his fist connected with Rockman's already battered face. "Oops," Feeney said mildly, when Rockman crumbled to the floor again." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 8779fa9 | Real love's beautiful, elusive, and mean as a snake. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 3ca52bb | You expecting sabotage?" "You don't expect sabotage. That's why it's sabotage." -- | J.D. Robb | ||
| d4b8e41 | I won't say I'm sorry." He lifted his hand, skimmed his fingers over her cheek. "I wouldn't mean it. But I will say I love you. I've never meant anything more." He drew her into his arms. She pressed her face to his shoulder and held on. "I've been so messed up." "So have I." He brushed his lips over her hair, felt his world balance again. "I've missed you, Eve." "I won't let the job screw this up." "It doesn't. We manage that on our own." .. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 4514400 | Roarke glanced over at the monitor briefly, saw Eve on screen facing a woman who'd tried to make herself her twin. The hair, the eyes. She didn't come close, he thought, then forced himself to look away from the beat of his heart, and work to save her. Roarke tuned it out, all of it. Just the sound of Eve's voice - not the words, just the sound of her voice - was all he let in as he worked to lift the most important lock of his life. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 0c47098 | Well now, this must be love. You sharing the biscuits." "They're cookies. Biscuits are hot bread you smother in butter or gravy. Remember which side of the Atlantic you're on, ace." | J.D. Robb | ||
| c0e3f55 | My phone doesn't ring often--it makes me jump when it does--and it's usually people asking if I've been mis-sold Payment Protection Insurance. I whisper I know where you live to them, and hang up the phone very, very gently. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 3f54f67 | The streets were all named after poets - Wordsworth Lane, Shelley Close, Keats Rise - no doubt chosen by the building company's marketing department. They were all poets that the kind of person who'd aspire to own such a home would recognize, poets who wrote about urns and flowers and wandering clouds. Based on past experience, I'd be more likely to end up living in Dante Lane or Poe Crescent. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| cec7e0a | You know how it is: as soon as you decide to forget something, your brain comes to the conclusion that it's the most fascinating thing in the world. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 0a93970 | A shadowless man is a monster, a devil, a thing of evil. A man without a shadow is soulless. A shadow without a man is a pitiable shred. Yet together, light and dark, they make a whole. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 2dba05b | he had an idea--too sentimental to speak aloud and he knew none of his divorced friends would ever own up to it--that something must linger, a half-life of marriage, some sense memory of love even if obviously not the thing itself. He thought these people must mean something to one another, even if they didn't like one another anymore. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| ef479bc | Why, in his life of frequent travel, had he never recognized the beauty of flight? The improbability of it. The sound of the engines faded, the airplane receding into blue until it was folded into silence and became a far-distant dot in the sky. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| bc906ed | it is possible to survive this but not unaltered, and you will carry these men with you through all the nights of your life. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 3a0c0c3 | The disorientation of meeting one's sagging contemporaries, memories of a younger face crashing into the reality of jowls, under-eye pouches, unexpected lines, and then the terrible realization that one probably looks just as old as they do. Do you remember when we were young and gorgeous? Clark wanted to ask. Do you remember when everything seemed limitless? Do you remember when it seemed impossible that you'd get famous and I'd get a PhD?.. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| d6fd4d2 | You can't argue with them, because they live by an entirely different logic. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 13b7c3c | No man may earn his heart's desire, lest first he brave the smoke and fire | Nicholas Evans | ||
| 957ab52 | The things we dislike most in others are the characteristics we like least in ourselves. | Marian Keyes | ||
| e105a3a | Besides, I'd seen a really nice pair of shoes yesterday in the mall and I wanted them for my own. I can't describe the feeling of immediate familiarity that rushed between us. The moment I clapped eyes on them I felt like I already owned them. I could only suppose that we were together in a former life. That they were my shoes when I was a serving maid in medieval Britain or when I was a princess in ancient Egypt. Or perhaps they were the p.. | shoes | Marian Keyes | |
| f4ce401 | Suddenly being her age seemed great. She didn't have to look perfect. Hooray And think of all the senior discounts she had to look forward to not to mention Social Security Medicare and Medicaid. So what if she was afraid of getting old Big whoopdedoowho wasn't She wasn't alone everybody her age was in the same boat. She was going to relax and just let herself get older. Who cared if she wore twoinch heels instead of 3andahalf inch heels he.. | Fannie Flagg | ||
| a2bc53e | I know this is our honeymoon. But just sometimes, I wish Luke was a girl. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 7f58d19 | Ciao," I say casually, and flick my hair back. "Si. Ciao." I could so be Italian. Except I might have to learn a few more words." | Sophie Kinsella |