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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 817aa5f | We were royally miserable together. | Audrey Niffenegger | ||
| 2f41ae0 | He moved toward her and cupped her face in his hands. "You are so beautiful that sometimes it hurts just to look at you. Your eyes are a thousand shades of brown and gold with hints of blue and green." He touched her cheekbones with thumbs. "Your freckles are like the girl-next-door fantasy brought to life. Your mouth is sexy and soft and when you smile, the world seems like a better place. Swear you'll never change anything. Swear it." | Susan Mallery | ||
| 133f51a | but it was excruciating to emerge from my eerie submarine existence into this harsh stampede of noise and light. | Donna Tartt | ||
| ab27374 | Unsettled heart. The fetishism of secrecy. These people understood--as I did--the back alleys of the soul, whispers and shadows, money slipping from hand to hand, the password, the code, the second self, all the hidden consolations that lifted | Donna Tartt | ||
| 835540e | he said, in the most melancholy voice, 'She's hiding from me.' He was dreaming, of course. I thought it was rather sweet. So, to humour him, I said, 'Well, then. You must hide your eyes and count to ten and she'll come back.'" He laughed. "But he got angry at me. It was really rather charming of him. 'No,' he said, 'no she won't." 'But you're dreaming,' I said to him. 'No,' he said, 'no I'm not. It's not a dream. It's real." | Donna Tartt | ||
| 45a6f8b | And maybe I was coping awfully well, I don't know. Certainly I wasn't howling aloud or punching my fist through windows or doing any of the things I imagined people might do who felt as I did. But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly rem.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 45b1423 | No. I've always been drawn to broken, wild terrain. The oddest tongues come from such places, and the strangest mythologies, and the oldest cities, and the most barbarous religions | Donna Tartt | ||
| 88e4725 | It was interesting to see the change that came over Boris when he was speaking another language--a sort of livening, or alertness, a sense of a different and more efficient person occupying his body. | Donna Tartt | ||
| ef2fd31 | For him the word 'horror' had become obsolete. | Richard Matheson | ||
| fdc6591 | Such thoughts were a hideous testimony to the world he had accepted; a world in which murder was easier than hope. | Richard Matheson | ||
| 2200541 | A life before you in the moment isn't worth a hundred elsewhere, three months from now. | Naomi Novik | ||
| c0bb193 | I needn't be offended every time I have to look at you | offended | Naomi Novik | |
| 10be568 | I had forgotten hours and days by then. My arms ached, my back ached, my legs ached. My head ached worst of all, some part of me tethered back to the valley, stretched out of recognizable shape and trying to make sense of myself when I was so far from anything I knew. Even the mountains, my constants, had disappeared. Of course I'd known there were parts of the country with no mountains, but I'd imagined I would still see them somewhere in .. | Naomi Novik | ||
| 100bc54 | Let her out!" I screamed at the tree. I beat on its trunk with my muddy fists. "Let her out, or I'll bring you down! !" I cried out in rage . . ." -- | Naomi Novik | ||
| 6541f0a | It is not as though we have not heard of you, Captain Laurence. We have all had a great many arguments, whether your aid would not be too expensive, to begin with." "Sir," Laurence said, now baffled, "I beg your pardon; however should you know me from Adam?" "If the world had not heard of you, after your adventure at Gdansk," Kutuzov said, meaning Danzig, where they had rescued the garrison from the wreck of the Prussian campaign, "or after.. | Naomi Novik | ||
| a03cc04 | I was back in comfortable plain skirts again, but they looked at me anyway as they went away, not with hostility, but not the way any of them would ever have looked at a woodcutter's girl from Dvernik. It was the way I had looked at Prince Marek, at first. They looked at me and saw someone out of a story, who might ride by and be stared at, but didn't belong in their lives at all. | Naomi Novik | ||
| dfda49c | Once we're out of the Wood . . .," I said, but my voice died in my throat. I felt odd and sick. Did you ever get out of the Wood, if you'd been in it for twenty years?" | Naomi Novik | ||
| 6656a47 | Of course I was afraid. But I had learned to fear other things more: being despised, whittled down one small piece of myself at a time, smirked at and taken advantage of. I put my chin up and said, as cold as I could be in answer, "And what will you give me in return?" | confronting-fears | Naomi Novik | |
| f7f5b4c | A crowd of women around me doing the ocean of women's work that never subsided and never changed and always swallowed whatever time you gave it and wanted more, another hungry body of water. I submerged into it like a ritual bath and let it close over my head gladly. | work | Naomi Novik (author) | |
| 62246fc | Temeraire-- Never fear; I am going; the Son of Heaven will not tolerate delays, and Barham gives me leave. Allegiance will carry us! Pray eat something --L. | Naomi Novik | ||
| b8ae50f | Everyone says you love a Dragon-born girl differently as she gets older; you can't help it, knowing you so easily might lose her. | Naomi Novik | ||
| 36fbe19 | When it comes right down to it, the challenge of mindfulness is to realize that "this is it" Right now is my life. The question is, What is my relationship to it going to be? Does my life just automatically "happen" to me? Am I a total prisoner of my circumstances or my obligations, of my body or my illness, or of my history? Do I become hostile or defensive or depressed if certain buttons get pushed, happy if other buttons are pushed, and .. | Jon Kabat-Zinn | ||
| a97baf4 | YOU HAVE TO BE STRONG ENOUGH TO BE WEAK Allow yourself to feel whatever you are feeling. Notice any labels you attach to crying or feeling vulnerable. Let go of the labels. Just feel what you are feeling, all the while cultivating moment-to-moment awareness, riding the waves of "up" and "down," "good" and "bad," "weak" and "strong," until you see that they are all inadequate to fully describe your experience. Be with the experience itself. .. | present labels weak trust strength moment-to-moment-awareness riding-the-waves up-and-down wakeful weak-and-strong good-and-bad feeling mindfulness meditation experience strong vulnerable | Jon Kabat-Zinn | |
| 4ae2e26 | This is it. | moment awareness | Jon Kabat-Zinn | |
| 2fb6971 | We resonate with one another's sorrows because we are interconnected. Being whole and simultaneously part of a larger whole, we can change the world simply by changing ourselves. If I become a center of love and kindness in this moment, then in a perhaps small but hardly insignificant way, the world now has a nucleus of love and kindness it lacked the moment before. This benefits me and it benefits others. | sorrow kindness love being-whole benefits-all benefits-me change-ourselves resonate interconnectedness center mindfulness meditation change-the-world | Jon Kabat-Zinn | |
| b63e8b5 | Our ability to touch love and kindness and be touched by them lies buried below our own fears and hurts, below our greed and our hatreds, below our desperate clinging to the illusion that we are separate and alone. | Jon Kabat-Zinn | ||
| 1c18677 | Christmas: the one time of year when you can't avoid the nuts in your family muesli. | Charles Stross | ||
| 1cbf06b | Most of us are naturally inclined to struggle against the restrictions our friends and family impose upon us, but if we are so unfortunate as to lose a loved one, what a difference then! Then the restriction becomes a sacred trust. | trust life inspirational restriction losing | Susanna Clarke | |
| 13dbecc | There was very little about her face and figure that was in any way remarkable, but it was the sort of face which, when animated by conversation or laughter, is completely transformed. She had a lovely disposition, a quick mind and a fondness for the comical. She was always very ready to smile and, since a smile is the most becoming ornament that any lady can wear, she had been known upon occasion to outshine women who were acknowledged bea.. | Susanna Clarke | ||
| b763d05 | Besides," said Mr Norrell, "I really have no desire to write reviews of other people's books. Modern publications upon magic are the most pernicious things in the world, full of misinformation and wrong opinions." "Then sir, you may say so. The ruder you are, the more the editors will be delighted." "But it is my own opinions which I wish to make better known, not other people's." "Ah, but, sir," said Lascelles, "it is precisely by passi.. | publishing reviews satire | Susanna Clarke | |
| 2dec7d3 | He smiles but rarely and watches other men to see when they laugh and then does the same. | Susanna Clarke | ||
| 2c8c24c | For there was nothing in his eyes but the black night and the cold stars. | stars morpheus sandman neil-gaiman star cold night eyes | Susanna Clarke | |
| 9459e4a | Unfortunately, Childermass's French was so strongly accented by his native Yorkshire that Minervois did not understand and asked Strange if Childermass was Dutch. | Susanna Clarke | ||
| facfb4f | A patrol had been sent out to look at the road between two towns, but some Portuguese had come along and told the patrol that this was one of the English magician's roads and was certain to disappear in an hour or two taking everyone upon it to Hell - or possibly England. | Susanna Clarke | ||
| d6331bc | Is it easier for a man to live his life again as a fish, than to accept the wonder of being human? So alone, so frightened, so wanting for what we are afraid to give tongue to. | Richard Flanagan | ||
| c3d3d5e | She took a puff, put the cigarette in the ashtray and stared at it. Without looking up, she said, But do you believe in love, Mr Evans? She rolled the cigarette end around in the ash tray. Do you? Outside, he thought, beyond this mountain and its snow, there was a world of countless millions of people. He could see them in their cities, in the heat and the light. And he could see this house, so remote and isolated, so far away, and he had a.. | Richard Flanagan | ||
| 27bebe2 | Amy, amante, amour, he whispered, as if the words themselves were smuts of ash rising and falling, as though the candle were the story of his life and she the flame. He lay down in his haphazard cot. After a time he found and opened a book he had been reading that he had expected to end well, a romance which he wanted to end well, with the hero and heroine finding love, with peace and joy and redemption and understanding. Love is two bodies.. | Richard Flanagan | ||
| 2621751 | After a lifetime of hounding authors for advice, I've heard three truths from every mouth: (1) Writing is painful -- it's 'fun' only for novices, the very young, and hacks; (2) other than a few instances of luck, good work comes through revision; (3) the best revisers often have reading habits that stretch back before the current age, which lends them a sense of history and raises their standards for quality. | Mary Karr | ||
| 41fb94d | The reason life is so strange is that so often people have no choice, | William Maxwell | ||
| c793277 | Ona vrsta usamljenosti u kojoj moras da se boris kako bi prihvatio situacju iz korena je drugacija od one vrste u kojoj znas da ces isplivati samo ako izdrzis. | Ryū Murakami | ||
| 00157f6 | If everyone could feel as I felt at that moment, dressed in my preppy sweater and McGregor coat and about to set out on a little journey with my Bambi-eyed girlfriend on Christmas Eve, all conflicts in the world would vanish. Mellow smiles would rule the earth. | joy relationship happiness love peace | Ryū Murakami | |
| d41ba4f | Oba-sans, to put it in somewhat difficult terms, are life-forms that have stopped evolving. And anyone can turn into an Oba-san. Young women, of course, but even young men, even middle-aged men --even children. You turn into an Oba-san the instant you lose the will to evolve. | men oba-san will | Ryū Murakami | |
| 86e843f | Visto desde el espacio exterior, Tokio debe parecer una gran burbuja brillante en la que no hay lugar de donde esconderse de esa luz que parece atravesar todas las barreras; el cristal mas ahumado y la mas gruesa de las membranas, colandose hasta la ultima esquina de todas las habitaciones, al ultimo escondrijo y la ultima grieta, a todos los nidos de los pajaros y a toda las colmenas. No habia donde correr, ningun sitio en el que no pudier.. | Ryū Murakami | ||
| ac0ed9d | But sometimes things happen that no one hopes for. Events that cause everything you've worked towards, the life you've carefully constructed piece by piece, to come tumbling down all around you. No one is to blame, but you're left with a wound you can't heal on your own and can't believe you'll ever learn to accept, so you struggle to escape the pain. Only time can heal wounds as deep as that - a lot of time - and all you can really do is p.. | wounds healing | Ryū Murakami |