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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bad2b66 | If we'd never met, I think I would have known my life wasn't complete. And I would have wandered the world in search of you, even if I didn't know who I was looking for. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| b0bdfb9 | But it is impossible to go through life without trust; that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself. | Graham Greene | ||
| c31e51b | Life isn't easy, no matter where you are. You'll make choices you think are right, and then suffer for them. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| cc34dc6 | i do not know what it is about you that closes | poetry | e.e. cummings | |
| e5f5f8b | Do we really want to travel in hermetically sealed popemobiles through the rural provinces of France, Mexico and the Far East, eating only in Hard Rock Cafes and McDonalds? Or do we want to eat without fear, tearing into the local stew, the humble taqueria's mystery meat, the sincerely offered gift of a lightly grilled fish head? I know what I want. I want it all. I want to try everything once. | food travel | Anthony Bourdain | |
| 7dd99e1 | She'd become an English major for the purest and dullest of reasons: because she loved to read. | majors reading-books | Jeffrey Eugenides | |
| 6cf6fe1 | In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 4e3ded7 | And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anyth.. | fenchurch nailed tree | Douglas Adams | |
| d8034bc | Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report written on birds that he'd had three months to write, which was due the next day. We were out at our family cabin in Bolinas, and he was at the kitchen table close to tears, surrounded by binder paper and pencils and unopened books about birds, immobilized by the hugeness of the task ahead. Then my father sat down beside him put his arm around m.. | breaking-down-assignment childhood encouragement homework project project-management school time time-management writing writing-advice | Anne Lamott | |
| 5b7549d | The changes we dread most may contain our salvation. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| a825e60 | I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| fb02f21 | Daemon arched a brow. 'Are you feeling me up, Kat? I'm liking where this is heading. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 4155144 | Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. | eternity mind mystery wisdom | Edgar Allan Poe | |
| ca28a8d | The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us -- there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries. | cosmos life mystery universe | Carl Sagan | |
| ba83616 | Nothing can wear you out like caring about people. | S.E. Hinton | ||
| ef9db5f | You were sick, but now you're well again, and there's work to do. | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| 059800c | They like their coffee like they like their ex-boyfriends: bitter. | John Green | ||
| 6577299 | Opening your eyes is all that is needing. The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in that way knowing the truth. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 69c5d71 | O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! | kiss love | William Shakespeare | |
| f5ab674 | The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and all time. | inspirational universal-truths | George Bernard Shaw | |
| ec3f999 | God save us from religion. | inspirational organized-religion savior | David Eddings | |
| e81aa99 | He promised her that he would give her everything, everything she wanted, as men in love always do. And she trusted him despite herself, as women in love always do. | Philippa Gregory | ||
| 4f4d431 | I don't know, I don't want to talk as much. (...) It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over. | anne-of-green-gables inspirational thoughts | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 07ebd7b | Joy is sometimes a blessing, but it is often a conquest. Our magic moment help us to change and sends us off in search of our dreams. Yes, we are going to suffer, we will have difficult times, and we will experience many disappointments -- but all of this is transitory it leaves no permanent mark. And one day we will look back with pride and faith at the journey we have taken. | disappointment joy suffering | Paulo Coelho | |
| 7da882b | Claire. Wake up." She blinked and realized that her head was on Shane's shoulder, and Michael was nowhere to be seen. Her first thought was, Oh my God, am I drooling? Her second was that she hadn't realized she was so close to him, snuggled in. Her third was that although Michael's part of the couch was empty, Shane hadn't moved away. And he was watching her with warm, friendly eyes. Oh. Oh, wow, that was nice." | sweet | Rachel Caine | |
| 3aca863 | There was another reason [she] took her books whenever they went away. They were her home when she was somewhere strange. They were familiar voices, friends that never quarreled with her, clever, powerful friends -- daring and knowledgeable, tried and tested adventurers who had traveled far and wide. Her books cheered her up when she was sad and kept her from being bored. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 34abb0d | He had learned the worst lesson that life can teach - that it makes no sense. | Philip Roth | ||
| e9f5e96 | It is so shocking to find out how many people do not believe that they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult. | Frank Herbert | ||
| 3bb9b93 | I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes. I am struck by the feather of your soft reply. The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain. | Jim Morrison | ||
| d34d1a0 | Beware Those Who Are ALWAYS READING BOOKS | Charles Bukowski | ||
| 8b04f89 | My word, Severus, that I shall never reveal the best of you?' Dumbledore sighed, looking down into Snape's ferocious, anguished face. 'If you insist ... | severus-snape | J.K. Rowling | |
| 01ea03f | She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes -- her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green -- exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just like Harry's did. Harr.. | family sad wistfulness | J.K. Rowling | |
| bee7bec | Daemon was a total babe, but he was stab-worthy, which at times zeroed out the babe part. Not always, though. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 2a09ac1 | You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same. | Fannie Flagg | ||
| f3f2da5 | I have one desire now - to live a life of reckless abandon for the Lord, putting all my energy and strength into it. | faith | Elisabeth Elliot | |
| 60fe66e | A girl nearby muttered,"If that's a lady, I'm a cat." Reaching out, Sandry lifted the pitcher of milk from the table. Cradling it in both hands, she walked over to the mutterer. I am Sandrilene fa Toren, daughter of Count Mattin fer Toren and his countess, Amiliane fa Landreg. I am the great-niece of his grace, Duke Vedris of this realm of Emelan, and cousin of her Imperial Highness, Empress Berenene of the Namorn Empire. You are Esmelle ei.. | Tamora Pierce | ||
| 4a6637e | The Doctor: Sorry, do you have a name? Idris: Seven hundred years and finally he asks. The Doctor: But what do I call you? Idris: I think you call me... Sexy? The Doctor: [embarrassed] Only when we're alone. | the-doctors-wife | Neil Gaiman | |
| ca78c46 | So the day became one of waiting, which was, he knew, a sin: moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| ada5097 | Are you sure you know where you're going?" Andrea frowned. "Would you like me to pull over and ask that bamboo for directions?" "I don't know, do you think it will answer?" We peered at the bamboo. "I think it looks suspicious," Andrea said. "Maybe there is a heffalump hiding in it." Andrea stared at me. "You know, heffalump? From Pooh Bear?" "Where do you even get this shit?" | kate-daniels | Ilona Andrews | |
| 635d85e | I am your instructor", he says."My name is Four". Christina asks, "Four? Like the number?" "Yes", Four says. "Is there a problem?" "No." "Good. We're about to go into the Pit, which you will someday learn to love. It-" Christina snickers. "The Pit? Clever name." Four walks up to Christina and leans his face close to hers. His eyes narrow, and for a second he just stares at her. "What's your name?" he asks quietly. "Christina", she squeaks. .. | Veronica Roth | ||
| d240152 | You need a reason to be sad. You don't need a reason to be happy. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 532312f | The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. | Henry David Thoreau | ||
| 45be605 | I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye. | Yann Martel | ||
| 1a639ad | People didn't change. they liked what they liked even if they didn't understand why. | Nicholas Sparks |