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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 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. | travel food | 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 | |
| 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 | ||
| bd93fef | It is is better to know one book intimately than a hundred superficially. | Donna Tartt | ||
| a27430e | Could it be because it reminds us that we are alive, of our mortality, of our individual souls- which, after all, we are too afraid to surrender but yet make us feel more miserable than any other thing? But isn't it also pain that often makes us most aware of self? It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one's burned tongues and skinned knees, that one.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 6352305 | Sometimes I think it's better to suffer bitter unhappiness and to fight and to scream out, and even to suffer that terrible pain, than to just be... safe. At least she knows she's living. | Betty Smith | ||
| 8d478cb | Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. | words literature reading fiction | Virginia Woolf | |
| 13319c5 | Arrange whatever pieces come your way. | inspirational | Virginia Woolf | |
| cc34dc6 | i do not know what it is about you that closes | poetry | e.e. cummings | |
| 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. | universe life cosmos mystery | 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 savior organized-religion | David Eddings | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | ||
| 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 | ||
| 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. | thoughts inspirational anne-of-green-gables | 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. | suffering joy disappointment | Paulo Coelho | |
| 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 | ||
| 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 | ||
| 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 wistfulness sad | J.K. Rowling | |
| d34d1a0 | Beware Those Who Are ALWAYS READING BOOKS | Charles Bukowski | ||
| 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 | ||
| 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 | ||
| 78f9811 | Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window, and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all. | nihilism | Joseph Heller | |
| d6c23d7 | I don't like it, but my hands are tied. I just want you to know this: if I ever get the chance to betray you, I will. If the opportunity arises to pay you back, I'll take it. You'll never be able to trust me. | threat | Darren Shan | |
| 8247001 | But it gradually seemed to me that I'd made myself believe something that wasn't true. I'd made myself believe that I was fine and happy and fulfilled on my own without the love of anyone else. Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter, because there was all the rest of the.. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 85a23dd | You seemed so far away," Miss Honey whispered, awestruck. "Oh, I was. I was flying past the stars on silver wings," Matilda said. "It was wonderful." | imagination matilda | Roald Dahl |