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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| eefb351 | Grace is when you aren't striving or controlling or trying to change or manipulate or make something happen. Grace is when you find yourself carried along, when all that's left to do is receive. Grace is when you know you're loved, exactly as you are. Grace is an entirely different way of experiencing life. Another word for grace is gift. | Rob Bell | ||
| c6a2cbe | The great German scholar Helmut Thielicke once said that a person who speaks to this hour's need will always be skirting the edge of heresy, but only the person who risks those heresies can gain the truth. | Rob Bell | ||
| dd14804 | If this understanding of the good news of Jesus prevailed among Christians, the belief that Jesus's message is about how to get somewhere else, you could possibly end up with a world in which millions of people were starving, thirsty, and poor; the earth was being exploited and polluted; disease and despair were everywhere; and Christians weren't known for doing much about it. If it got bad enough, you might even have people rejecting Jesus.. | Rob Bell | ||
| bc48b25 | How we eat is connected to how we care for the planet which is connected to how we use our resources which is connected to how many people in the world go to bed hungry every night which is connected to how food is distributed which is connected to the massive inequalities in our world between those who have and those who don't which is connected to how our justice system treats people who use their power and position to make hundreds of mi.. | Rob Bell | ||
| 3a1cd79 | Heaven. The biggest waste of our time we ever invented, outside jigsaws. | religion | Caitlin Moran | |
| b528dcb | it's technically impossible for a woman to argue against feminism. Without feminism you wouldn't be allowed to have a debate on a woman's place in society. You'd be too busy giving birth on the kitchen floor -- biting down on a wooden spoon, so as not to disturb the men's card game -- before going back to hoeing the rutabaga field. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 8d685d2 | everyone goes home in the end. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 10cd16b | I don't like a clever toilet looking at our butts. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 3a6cadf | The faith itself was simple; he believed in the dignity of man. His ancestors were Huguenots, refugees of a chained and bloody Europe. He had learned their stories in the cradle. He had grown up believing in America and the individual and it was a stronger faith than his faith in God. This was the land where no man had to bow. In this place at last a man could stand up free of the past, free of tradition and blood ties and the curse of roya.. | the-killer-angels | Michael Shaara | |
| 11b92b6 | There is one thing you can do. You can resign now. You can refuse to lead it. But I cannot even do that. Cannot leave the man alone. Cannot leave him with that attack in the hands of Hill. Cannot leave because I disagree, because, as he says, it's all in the hands of God. And maybe God really wants it this way. But they will mostly all die. We will lose it here. Even if they get to the hill, what will they have left, what will we have left,.. | the-killer-angels | Michael Shaara | |
| fa7a682 | How could the child bear not just the hunger, but the boredom? The rest of humankind used meals to divide the day, Lib realized - as a reward, as entertainment, the chiming of an inner clock. For Anna, during this watch, each day had to pass like one endless moment. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 253145d | But no, I used all my brave up. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 7d544a7 | Are stories true? ... They're magic, they're not about real people walking around today. So they're fake? No, no. Stories are a different kind of true. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| bca338e | I think that's such a beautiful sentiment. Love should only last as long as a very expensive and impractical bikini that looks stunning, but dissolves in the sea within days. So many pop songs tell of this terrible, tiresome love that they want to last forever. But that just makes me think of long-life milk, acrid and fake. Love should be like a movie trailer. Even if the film's a stinker, you get the best laughs and the biggest explosions .. | Emma Forrest | ||
| 005b20e | We intersect. He says he thanks every star that we existed on the same celestial plain. But here we are on earth, dirty, well used, a man-made throughway for intersecting dreams. | Emma Forrest | ||
| 537177f | People don't know. We don't know ourselves so we tell ourselves what we really know is other people. We could say the depth of pain we feel for the lovers who've left us is because we knew them so well. | pain relationships life love | Emma Forrest | |
| 417feb7 | I want you to stay. I never want there to be a time when we don't share space. | romance | Emma Forrest | |
| 56e04f2 | It's only a heartache. It isn't a tragedy. A tragedy would be losing the father of my children to cancer. This I wrestle with the hardest. There are thirty-one flavors of pain, like Baskin Robbins in hell. Am I allowed to feel pain at a breakup? When there is so much other shit going on in this world? Love is extremely serious. I don't think this is trivial. | pain love-loss | Emma Forrest | |
| 98b397a | What people don't understand when you've already been a suicide and pulled through is that after the sadness comes fear: Where is my mind going with this? I don't want to die. I do not want to die. When you don't have so much control over your own thoughts, over the myriad voices in your head, you don't know where they could go. | suicide | Emma Forrest | |
| c369dd5 | I still believe that you truly find yourself not in travel, but in other human souls. | love | Emma Forrest | |
| 5237229 | The house was burning, the yellow-red sky was like the sunset...Nothing would be left, the golden ferns and the silver ferns, the orchids, the ginger lilies and the roses...When they had finished, there would be nothing left but blackened walls and the mounting stone. That was always left. That could not be stolen or burned. | leaving | Jean Rhys | |
| eaf38d3 | I'm no use to anybody,' I say. 'I'm a cerebrale, can't you see that?' Thinking how funny a book would be, called 'Just a Cerebrale or You Can't Stop Me From Dreaming'. Only, of course, to be accepted as authentic, to carry any conviction, it would have to be written by a man. What a pity, what a pity! | Jean Rhys | ||
| 6105d0b | What if a pair of us head off on our own?" Nollin proposed, panting. "A small detachment might avoid detection." "It's a gamble," Ferrin said. "If the duo gets noticed, they'll be defenseless. Who'd you have in mind?" "Some key delegates," Nollin said. "Perhaps myself and Aram." Rachel shook her head. Evidently, Nollin had noticed the critical role Aram had played during the escape. Ferrin laughed openly. "Aram, you've been promoted to esse.. | rebellion humor seeds brandon mull | Brandon Mull | |
| dae5e05 | Darkness has touched you, much as light has embraced your sister | Brandon Mull | ||
| 2e155e4 | A shadow charmer enjoys brotherhood with the creatures of the night. His emotions cannot be manipulated. Nothing escapes his gaze. He hears and comprehends the secret languages of darkness. | Brandon Mull | ||
| fb87071 | When I though I was utterly past feeling, you sparked my interest. I remain sufficiently curiouse to help you. I have no private agenda. You remain free to use your gifts however you choose." Seth furrowed his brow. "I guess I don't feel more evil than before." "Choices determine character. I can't make you evil any more than you can make me good. You made no decision to become a shadow charmer. These new abilities have been thrust upon you.. | Brandon Mull | ||
| a4d03df | Heroes only need to be brave when there's a good reason. It would be stupid to risk your life without a purpose. | Brandon Mull | ||
| 5711653 | Microeconomics is about money you don't have, and macroeconomics is about money the government is out of. | P.J. O'Rourke | ||
| 4097151 | The complexity of economics can be calculated mathematically. Write out the algebraic equation that is the human heart and multiply each unknown by the population of the world. | P.J. O'Rourke | ||
| 839dd39 | Like I say, I killed a man or two but I'm no thief. My ma raised me better. | Louis L'Amour | ||
| 206d491 | The terrorist lives for terror, not for the change he tells himself he wants. He masks his desire to kill and destroy behind the curtain of a cause. It is destruction he wants, not creation. | Louis L'Amour | ||
| 1f4f9f9 | Atticus:"I found it difficult not to grin like a geek at a Trekkie convention." -- | Kevin Hearne | ||
| 999dcb1 | I wanted to say, "I'm the Doctor and this is my companion," but I doubted Sophie was a fan of the long-running BBC series. Forget the TARDIS and the sonic screwdriver, the Doctor's best gadget was the psychic paper. I can't tell you how many times I wished I had some." | Kevin Hearne | ||
| c0536a1 | You don't need to say any special incantation or sacrifice a stray cat or something first? | laksha | Kevin Hearne | |
| b946574 | I slowly came to recognize individual monks within the crowds of interchangeable orange robes and shaved heads. There were flirtatious and daring monks who stood on each other's shoulders to peek over the temple at you and call out "Hello, Mrs. Lady!" as you walked by. There were novices who snuck cigarettes at night outside the temple walls, the embers of their smokes glowing as orange as their robes. I saw a buff teenage monk doing push-u.. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| f3166b5 | There's nothing like active employment, I suppose, to console the afflicted. | work consolation | Anne Brontë | |
| 4d2323d | Therefore, have done with this nonsense: you have no ground for hope: dismiss, at once, these hurtful thoughts and foolish wishes from your mind, and turn to your own duty, and the dull blank life that lies before you. You might have known such happiness was not for you. | love lovesick unrequited-love | Anne Brontë | |
| 27072cd | God help me now!' I murmured, sinking on my knees among the damp weeds and brushwood that surrounded me, and looking up at the moonlit sky, through the scant foliage above. It seemed all dim and quivering now to my darkened sight. My burning, bursting heart strove to pour forth its agony to God, but could not frame its anguish into prayer; until a gust of wind swept over me, which, while it scattered the dead leaves, like blighted hopes, ar.. | Anne Brontë | ||
| 3294faa | Well! what is there remarkable in all this? Why have I recorded it? Because, reader, it was important enough to give me a cheerful evening, a night of pleasing dreams, and a morning of felicitous hopes. Shallow-brained cheerfulness, foolish dreams, unfounded hopes, you would say; and I will not venture to deny it: suspicions to that effect arose too frequently in my own mind. But our wishes are like tinder: the flint and steel of circumstan.. | Anne Brontë | ||
| bdd2ae0 | Then, you must fall each into your proper place. You'll do your business, and she, if she's worthy of you, will do hers; but it's your business to please yourself, and hers to please you. | Anne Brontë | ||
| 92250b8 | Long have I dwelt forgotten here In pining woe and dull despair; This place of solitude and gloom Must be my dungeon and my tomb. | solitude poetry | Anne Brontë | |
| 235b1bc | Adieu! but let me cherish, still, The hope with which I cannot part. Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, But still it lingers in my heart. And who can tell but Heaven, at last, May answer all my thousand prayers, And bid the future pay the past With joy for anguish, smiles for tears? | pain hope love tears | Anne Brontë | |
| 16aa261 | For, "Yes," he had sighed on his dying breath, and all knew that was the ultimate prayer one could offer to life." | Robin Hobb | ||
| 21b735d | The loneliness that can never be filled by anyone except the one whose loss created the absence; | Robin Hobb |