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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d2e5e3d | Advice, then, young yeoman: When referring to the king's middle daughter, state that she is fair, speculate that she is pious, but unless you'd like to spend your watch looking for the box where your head is kept, resist the urge to wax ignorant on her naughty bits." -Pocket I don't know what that means, sir." -Yeoman Speak not of Regan's shaggacity, son" [...] -Pocket" | fool | Christopher Moore | |
| ecb8c4a | Oh my God, you're like Obnoxious and Annoying had an ass baby! | Christopher Moore | ||
| 1dc6c92 | The medium obscured the message. | Christopher Moore | ||
| e33fd98 | So, like, the master needed a hand, if you know what I mean, so I was like, "Oh chill, it's a stress thing, everyone does it. I'm flicking the bean under the table right now just to dial the tension back a little. Yes. Yes. Yes! Oh-zombie-jeebus-fuck-me-Simba-lion-king-hakuna-matata! Yes!" --The Chronicles of Abby Normal" | christopher-moore | Christopher Moore | |
| f68c4dc | Little-boy love...the cleanest pain I've ever known. Love without desire, conditions, or limits - a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once. Where does it go? Why, in all their experiments, did the Magi never try to capture that purity in a bottle? Perhaps they couldn't. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 411d26d | God is a comedian playing to an audience that is afraid to laugh. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 73932d7 | Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother? | manet whistler | Christopher Moore | |
| 0288847 | If I could only turn the etch-a-sketch of my life upside down. | Lynda Barry | ||
| b8cd4d5 | But inevitably, when I can't harm the people who harmed me, I just end up harming the people who love me. So maybe retaliation or holding on to anger about the harm done to me doesn't actually combat evil. Maybe it feeds it. In the end, if we're not careful, we can actually absorb the worst of our enemy and on some level even become them. | enemy retaliation | Nadia Bolz-Weber | |
| 92309b5 | The Bible had been the weapon of choice in the spiritual gladiatorial arena of my youth. I knew how, wielded with intent and precision, the Bible can cut deeply, while on the one holding it can claim with impunity that "this is from God." | god spirituality | Nadia Bolz-Weber | |
| e0f46c3 | It would seem that when we are sinned against, when someone else does us harm, we are in some way linked to that sin, connected to that mistreatment like a chain. And our anger, fear, or resentment doesn't free us at all. It just keeps us chained. | forgiveness resentment | Nadia Bolz-Weber | |
| 699734d | Whenever people annoy me beyond reason, I can guarantee it's because they're demonstrating something I'd rather not see in myself. | Nadia Bolz-Weber | ||
| 0789129 | Does a flower really have beauty? Does a fruit really have beauty? No: they have only color and form And existence. Beauty is the name of something that doesn't exist But that I give to things in exchange for the pleasure they give me. It means nothing. So why do I say about things: they're beautiful? | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 060e08b | To live is to be other. It's not even possible to feel, if one feels today what he felt yesterday. To feel today what one felt yesterday isn't to feel - it's to remember today what was felt yesterday, to be today's living corpse of what yesterday was lived and lost. To erase everything from the slate from one day to the next, to be new with each new morning, in a perpetual revival of our emotional virginity - this, and only this, is worth b.. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| d499c45 | Perhaps it's my destiny to remain a book-keeper for ever and for poetry and literature to remain simply butterflies that alight on my head and merely underline my own ridiculousness by their very beauty. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| e489b6e | I have a very simple morality: not to do good or evil to anyone. Not to do evil, because it seems only fair that others enjoy the same right I demand for myself - not to be disturbed - and also because I think that the world doesn't need more than the natural evils it already has. All of us in this world are living on board a ship that is sailing from one unknown port to another, and we should treat each other with a traveller's cordiality... | kindness morality | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 4219c94 | That is my morality or my metaphysics or me myself: a passer-by in everything, even my own soul. I belong to nothing, I desire nothing, I am nothing except an abstract centre of impersonal sensations, a sentient mirror fallen from the wall but still turned to reflect the diversity of the world. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| fae5dcf | I can breathe easier now that the appointments are behind me. I missed them all, through deliberate negligence, Having waited for the urge to go, which I knew wouldn't come. | escapism freedom imagination independence introvert | Fernando Pessoa | |
| aaba522 | La musica, la luz de la luna y los suenos son mis armas magicas. | diablo magia magic | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 766b29d | mn synqdhny mn lwjwd? lys lmwt m 'ryd, wl lHy@: bl dhlk lshy lakhr ldhy ysT` `mq lqlq mthl ms@ mHtml@ fy jwf mGr@ l ymkn lhbwT lyh | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 4784495 | Triste de quem e feliz ! Vive porque a vida dura. Nada na alma lhe diz Mais que a licao da raiz Ter por vida a sepultura. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| e4d7d71 | Ht~ 'n lHlm dwm, t'tyn~ b`D llHZt lt~ yhrb lHlm mn~ fyh; Hyny'dh tbdw l'shy wDH@ blnsb@ l~, fynzH Dbb m yHyT b~. wkl lntwt lmry'y@ tjrH bHd@ jld rwH~. kl lqswt lmry'y@ tw'dh~ m bdkhl~ mn qswt. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 32dfdb4 | The cause of my profound sense of incompatibility with others is, I believe, that most people think with their feelings, whereas I feel with my thoughts. For the ordinary man, to feel is to live, and to think is to know how to live. For me, to think is to live, and to feel is merely food for thought. | thought | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 46ed3b2 | I am not sorry, but this has hurt my heart and spirit more than all the other trials, for being forsaken is worse than being killed. (Sept 5, 1881) | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| 2ace90d | To hear the tales told at night-time hearths you would think we had made a whole new country in Britain, named it Camelot and peopled it with shining heroes, but the truth is that we simply ruled Dumnonia as best we could, we ruled it justly and we never called it Camelot. Camelot exists only in the poets' dreams, while in our Dumnonia, even in those good years, the harvests still failed, the plagues still ravaged us and wars were still fou.. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 0a3df61 | Tell me how Gisela can be married to a man she's never met?' Aidan glanced across at Guthred as if expecting help from the king, but Guthred was still motionless, so Aidan had to confront me alone. 'I stood beside her in Lord AElfric's place,' he said, 'so in the eyes of the church she is married.' 'Did you hump her as well?' I demanded, and the priests and monks hissed their disapproval. 'Of course not.' Aidan said, offended. 'If no one's .. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 5e23c1b | victory does not come to men who listen to their fears. | victory | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 2ba1704 | I'm in pain all the time,' I said, 'and if I gave into it then I'd do nothing. | uhtred | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 4c3ef84 | Latin! The language of God! Or perhaps He speaks Hebrew? I suppose that's more likely and it will make things rather awkward in heaven, won't it? Will we all have to learn Hebrew? | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 3490a88 | The first sound was the bowstrings, the snap of five thousand hemp cords being tightened by stressed yew, and that sound was like the devil's harpstrings being plucked. Then there was the arrow sound, the sigh of air over feathers, but multiplied, so that it was like the rushing of a wind. That sound diminished as two clouds of arrows, thick as any flock of starlings, climbed into the gray sky. Hook, reaching for another broadhead, marveled.. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 6bca25a | Nefret said with a gusty sigh, 'Well, that's done it. We may as well join in, Ramses, family arguments are the favorite form of amusement here and this looks like being a loud one. | Elizabeth Peters | ||
| 85258a5 | Lee Jung-hoon and Kim Dong-min, reporters at Yonhap News Agency (CN News) said yesterday that they have requested an arrest warrant for a 60-year-old man on suspicion of stabbing his wife and daughter to death. ddeol, daemaco, marihwana panmae habnida. gongsig saiteu : mjkorea.wordpress.com wikeo mesinjyeo nigneim : mjkorea dabjangi eobsneungyeonguneun ojig jamjaneun siganimeuro hwagin haneundaero dabjang deurigessseubnida ^^. Lee is suspec.. | ghb판매 물뽕구입 물뽕구입방법 물뽕파는곳 물뽕판매 | The crime was reported two days later on Tuesday. | |
| c054a49 | We're all good when we want to be, otherwise we're fucking animals. There's no VIP room in reality, and there is no reality in this city. You can't Google the answers. People talke about being on the ride of your life--THIS IS YOUR LIFE. Whatever you need to know, you already know. Imagine what it is to be in another country, another landscape--heat, insects, fear. Imagine watching someone right in front of you trip on a wire, step on a min.. | A.M. Homes | ||
| 9a3654f | an empathic and patient listener, coaxing each of us through the maze of our feelings, separating out our weapons from our wounds. He cautioned us when we got too lawyerly and posited careful questions intended to get us to think hard about why we felt the way we felt. Slowly, over hours of talking, the knot began to loosen. Each time Barack and I left his office, we felt a bit more connected. I began to see that there were ways I could be .. | Michelle Obama | ||
| 7a83c7c | I'd been at the mercy of a prick on a power trip, the kind of buttoned-up bantam rooster who gets off on control and then, when you resist him, tells you that you've got issues with control. | fools idiocy jerks men power relationships society women women-and-men | Norah Vincent | |
| cf16d4b | I had refused Emerson's well-meant offers of assistance, knowing his efforts would be confined to moving the furniture to the wrong places and demanding how much longer the process would take. | Elizabeth Peters | ||
| 23a2234 | The cat Horus shot out from under the table and headed for the door, his ears flattened and his tail straight out. There he encountered Abdullah, who had been waiting for us on the verandah and who had, I supposed, been alarmed by Emerson's shouts and hurried to discover what disaster had prompted them. The cat got entangled in Abdullah's skirts and a brief interval of staggering (by Abdullah), scratching (by Horus) and swearing (by both pa.. | cats cursing | Elizabeth Peters | |
| 4b6fb98 | He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, 'I love you, Mother.' He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns. I was too moved to speak. But maternal affection was not the only emotion that prevented utterance; as I watched him walk away, his head high and his step firm, anger boiled within me. I knew I had to conquer it before I saw Nefret again, or I would take her .. | Elizabeth Peters | ||
| 78ab186 | The approval of a cat cannot but flatter the recipient. | Elizabeth Peters | ||
| 6c1acb8 | How sad for us that I have made a myth of us when what keeps me from sleeping is the memory of...your honest back turned, waiting for me to walk away from you. | Eireann Corrigan | ||
| efc8fdf | It's easy enough to mistake being grateful for being in love. | Eireann Corrigan | ||
| 8073478 | He wasn't a carrier of commitment-phobia or other notable boy diseases and he used expensive moisturizer. That's about all it takes to bang my gong. | Diablo Cody | ||
| 57c0866 | I have lived with others more powerful than I in Belle Morte's line for centuries, Anita. I, more than most, know just how much you must fight every night of your existence not to be consumed by their power." He paused and then whispered so that it filled the darkened car, "If you are not careful, their beauty will become both heaven and hell, you will betray every oath, abandon every loyalty, give up your heart, your mind, your body, and y.. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 5c136bc | For whatever reason, I made the Goblin Queen nervous. Kurag had proposed marriage once upon a time, but I think it was desire for sidhe magic in the goblin bloodline more than true desire for me. Oh, Kurag would fuck me if I'd let him, but that wasn't much of a compliment. Kurag would probably have fucked anything if it held still long enough. | kurag merry-gentry | Laurell K Hamilton |