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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c351164 | The righteous do not always do right, but their souls remain pure. | righteousness rehv | J.R. Ward | |
| 91f3bdc | Perfect!" Wrath bellowed. "And this is a doctor saying it -- I mean, she went to medical school." ... "And Dr. Sam told me she's delivered over fifteen thousand babies over the course of her career -- " "See!" Wrath yelled. "She knows these things. My son is perfect!" | wrath son | J.R. Ward | |
| 7511ee8 | To her, saving grace meant you got to live out your life like a normal person: You were healthy and strong, an the prospect of death was just some far-off, barely acknowledged hypothetical. A debt to be paid off in a future you couldn't imagine | J.R. Ward | ||
| 18b47bc | He palmed up the life Alert. Death Alert was more like it: Help, I haven't fallen and I'm standing up-can you come and rectify this problem? - Isaac | J.R. Ward | ||
| cdf6cdf | He also said that I would never get an apology out of you." There was a long pause. "I want one. Now." Xcor put aside his soup and found himself searching the wounds he had given himself, recalling all that pain, all that blood--which had dried brown on the floorboards beneath him. "And then what," he said in a rough voice. "You'll have to find out." Fair enough, Xcor thought. Without grace--not that he had any, anyway--he rose to his feet... | bob | J.R. Ward | |
| 430e3a8 | That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 6e9e185 | He swiveled his head towards Eddie. "Tell me how to get over to the Four Lads. Do I have to die again?" If he did, he had a Beretta on him and he knew what kicking the bucket from a gunshot was like. Snore. "Don't bother." Adrian cracked his knuckles. "They're not going to tell you anything. They can't." What the fuck? "I thought I worked for them." "You work for both sides, and they've given you all the help they can." Jim looked back and .. | humor jim-adrian | J.R. Ward | |
| 60ad8e4 | She silenced him with her mouth, then pulled back. "You can't change what I think of you." He reached up and brushed her lower lip with his thumb. "If you truly knew me, everything you believe would change." "Your heart would be the same. And that is what I love." | cormia phury vampire paranormal-romance | J.R. Ward | |
| 585ee48 | V smiled, his eyes a little shiny as if he too were choked up. "Don't worry, I'm covered. So, I guess you're back, true?" "And ready to rock and roll." "Really." "For sure. I'm thinking about a future in contracting. Wanted to see how this bathroom was put together. Excellent tile work. You should check it." "How about I carry you back to bed?" "I want to look at the sink pipes next." Respect and affection clearly drove V's cool smirk. "At .. | marissa black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward lover-revealed vishous butch | J.R. Ward | |
| 52fb3d0 | Nalla blinked and waved his finger and transformed him: Everything stopped as she moved not just his hand, but his heart. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 4d215bd | With the supplies gathered, he went over to the stainless-steel sink and pressed the foot pedal to get the water running. While he washed his hands, he said quietly, "If I could, I would." "Excuse me?" Qhuinn pumped some suds into his palms and scrubbed all the way up his forearms. Which was overkill, but if Blay wanted him superclean, then that was what he was going to be. "If I could love a guy like that, it would be you." | love qhuinn | J.R. Ward | |
| 49bfe5a | I'm sorry," he muttered. "If I... uh, hurt your feelings or something." | sex humour lover-awakened black-dagger-brotherhood zsadist | J. R. Ward | |
| 0f48b10 | In the silence that followed, violent anger hit Blay from out of nowhere. Now his hands shook for a different reason. "So," Saxton said hoarsely. "How was your night?" "What the hell happened down there?" Saxton loosened his tie. Unbuttoned his collar. Took yet another deep breath. "Family tiff, as it were." "Bullsh*t." Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. "Must we do this?" "What happened--" "I think you and Qhuinn need to talk. And once yo.. | J.R Ward | ||
| 73570ce | She pulled back the sheet. Good God, his sex was... "It's gotten so...huge" Butch barked out a laugh. "You say the nicest things." | marissa black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward lover-revealed butch | J.R. Ward | |
| 80d7e6e | Speaking of novels,' I said, 'you remember we decided once, you, your husband and I, that Proust's rough masterpiece was a huge, ghoulish fairy tale, an asparagus dream, totally unconnected with any possible people in any historical France, a sexual travestissement and a colossal farce, the vocabulary of genius and its poetry, but no more, impossibly rude hostesses, please let me speak, and even ruder guests, mechanical Dostoevskian rows an.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 3490838 | Most of the supposed expressions of our feelings merely relieve us of them by drawing them out of us in an indistinct form that does not teach us to know them. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 5f6672a | On no days of our childhood did we live so fully perhaps as those we thought we had left behind without living them, those that we spent with a favourite book. | words literature reading | Marcel Proust | |
| ff9b035 | It is illness that makes us recognize that we do not live in isolation but are chained to a being from a different realm, worlds apart from us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body. Were we to meet a brigand on the road, we might manage to make him conscious of his own personal interest if not our plight. But to ask pity of our body is like talking to an octopus, for which our words can have no more meaning tha.. | illness mind-body-connection | Marcel Proust | |
| dc5786a | We betroth ourselves by proxy, and then feel obliged to marry the intermediary. | Marcel Proust | ||
| 7e4c81a | Bad things are like waves. They're going to happen to you, and there's nothing you can do about it. They're part of life, like waves are a part of the ocean. If you're standing on the shoreline, you don't know when the waves are coming. But they'll come. You gotta make sure you get back to the surface, after every wave. That's all. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 62993c6 | Likewise, I would never be so rude as to not interrupt a friend. How else would she know I was listening? | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| b7fb81c | Three causes especially have excited the discontent of mankind; and, by impelling us to seek remedies for the irremediable, have bewildered us in a maze of madness and error. These are death, toil, and the ignorance of the future.. | madness | Charles MacKay | |
| b32fa0d | Perhaps it is better to be un-sane and happy, than sane and un-happy. But it is the best of all to be sane and happy. Whether our descendants can achieve that goal will be the greatest challenge of the future. Indeed, it may well decide whether we have any future. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| e5d410d | Training was one thing, reality another, and no one could be sure that the ancient human instincts of self-preservation would not take over in an emergency. | first-contact self-preservation | Arthur C. Clarke | |
| 7f44426 | Long ago it had been discovered that without some crime or disorder, Utopia soon became unbearably dull. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| c5c6cbb | As his body became more and more defenseless, so his means of offense became steadily more frightful. | evolution | Arthur C. Clarke | |
| 53ed6be | It began with a shattered dream. | David Goodis | ||
| e893e0c | He told himself she wasn't really such a bad person, she was just a pest, she was sticky, there was something misplaced in her make-up, something that kept her from fading clear of people when they wanted to be in the clear. | fiction women david-goodis pulp noir | David Goodis | |
| 9c75a54 | In a high-trust relationship, you can say the wrong thing, and people will still get your meaning. In a low-trust relationship, you can be very measured, even precise, and they'll still misinterpret you. | Stephen M.R. Covey | ||
| 29cfd2a | Good writing does not succeed or fail on the strength of its ability to persuade...It succeeds or fails on the strength of its ability to engage you, to make you think, to give you a glimpse into someone else's head - even if in the end you conclude that someone else's head is not a place you're really like to be. | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| 6883be1 | Western communication has what linguists call a "transmitter orientation"--that is, it is considered the responsibility of the speaker to communicate ideas clearly and unambiguously. ...within a Western cultural context, which holds that if there is confusion, it is the fault of the speaker. But Korea, like many Asian countries, is receiver oriented. It is up to the to make sense of what is being said." | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| c9727ed | But in the end it comes down to a matter of respect, and the simplest way that respect is communicated is through tone of voice, and the most corsive tone of voice that a doctor can assume is a dominant tone. | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| 5887a28 | Some people look like they sound better than they actually sound, because they look confident and have good posture," once musician, a veteran of many auditions, says. "Other people look awful when they play but sound great. Other people have that belabored look when they play, but you can't hear it in the sound. There is always this dissonance between what you see and hear" (p.251)." | science music sound first-impressions nonfiction harmony melody instrument | Malcolm Gladwell | |
| d998938 | You are loosed from your moorings, and are free; I am fast in my chains, and M a slave! You move merrily before the gentle gale, and I sadly before the bloody whip! You are freedoms swift winged angels, that fly around the world; I am confined in the bands of iron! O that I were free! O, that if I were on one of your gallant decks, under your protecting wing! Alas! Betwixt me and you, the turbid waters roll. Go on, go on. O, that I could al.. | escape freedom | Frederick Douglass | |
| 1b1f038 | The astounding thing about Paula is that she looks like Tess of the D'Urbervilles, and she sounds like Tess of the D'Urbervilles, and she thinks like Tess of the D'Urbervilles and yet she is so different from Tess of the D'Urbervilles. I expect she comes from a different part of Dorset. | Jane Gardam | ||
| 3327e42 | Observing her, I saw that she was made up, that she was in an evening gown, that mourning indecently emphasized her beauty. | Georges Bataille | ||
| eeadde2 | A la rigueur, je suis heureux qu'on ait a rire de ma tristesse : seul m'entend celui dont le coeur est blesse d'une incurable blessure, telle que jamais nul n'en voulut guerir... | Georges Bataille | ||
| b68726f | While the primary function of formal Buddhist meditation is to create the possibility of the experience of "being," my work as a therapist has shown me that the demands of intimate life can be just as useful as meditation in moving people toward this capacity. Just as in formal meditation, intimate relationships teach us that the more we relate to each other as objects, the greater our disappointment. The trick, as in meditation, is to use .. | relationships objectification meditation desire disappointment | Mark Epstein | |
| 4bc6335 | The teaching of the sexual tantras all come down to one point. Although desire, of whatever shape or form, seeks completion, there is another kind of union than the one we imagine. In this union, achieved when the egocentric model of dualistic thinking is no longer dominant, we are not united with it, nor am I united with you, but we all just are. The movement from object to subject, as described in both Eastern meditation and modern psycho.. | relationships dualistic-thinking tantra objectification grace meditation desire | Mark Epstein | |
| afffac4 | Other people's houses were always fascinating. As soon as you went through the door for the first time, you got the feel of the atmosphere, and so discovered something about the personalities of the people who lived there. | Rosamunde Pilcher | ||
| df4a510 | Reciprocity is not mandatory. | David Lubar | ||
| 9d489ea | Athlete or not, I'm going to make sure you know how to read. | David Lubar | ||
| b49d4cc | Eat anything before you started drinking?" Xander asked. "Fuck off." "I can tell that vodka is helping you make great decisions." Javier glared. "Fuck off." "Has your vocabulary been reduced to two words now?" "No. Please fuck off." | Shayla Black | ||
| ce8fc14 | Get you pretty ass ready and you might as well settle yourself to it. Because you are mine." His finger pointed imperiously toward her chest. "And you will stay mine." | Lora Leigh |