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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 85e07cf | Anything can happen child, anything can be. | Shel Silverstein | ||
| 84fc97e | BODY LANGUAGE Said my feet, "Hey, let's go dancin'." Said my tongue, "Let's have a snack." Said my brain, "Let's read a good book." Said my eyes, "Let's take a nap." Said my legs, "Let's just go walkin'." Said my back, "Let's take a ride." Said my seat, "Well, I'll just sit right here,'Til all of you decide." -- | Shel Silverstein | ||
| c0284c8 | She couldn't tell where his pupils ended and the irises began; looking into those eyes was like looking into a well where children had drowned. | MaryJanice Davidson | ||
| 984f029 | You try to make the world a better place and what does it get you? I mean, Christ, how the hell does one man stand a chance against four billion assholes? | Daniel Clowes | ||
| da28c28 | Somewhere in the ocean, a shark was missing its cold eyes because this man had them. | Steve Hamilton | ||
| 09d1c81 | Ivy could have been a model. Hell, Ivy could be anything she wanted. Except happy. Ivy had issues. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 81d1f35 | Love died in the shadows, and it shouldn't cost so much to keep it in the sun. But as Trent would say, anything gotten cheap wouldn't last, so do what you need to do to be happy and deal with the consequences. That if love was easy, everyone would find it. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 2c0c037 | Trent was positively smug. Showing me his back, he rifled through a rack of earth charms and watched his hair shift color. "And whereas I might otherwise object--" "Bairn did the investigation on your parents' deaths," I interrupted, thoughts scrambling. "And my dad's." Bairn is supposed to be dead. Why is he across the road pretending to be a kind old man named Keasley? And how did Trent know who he was? His hair now an authoritative gra.. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 303db15 | Behind the fury, he was tired. He was tired of being hauled around and shoved into a little room. He was tired of trying for me and failing. And to have Minias know it, to be carted off under his leash...It was almost insulting. Maybe, if I gave Al a night of peace to lick his wounds and his pride, he would grant that same courtesy to me? | Kim Harrison | ||
| bd86add | I frowned, wondering if Trent would mind being the size of a fairy for a day. He could talk to the newest tenants in his garden. | Kim Harrison | ||
| d7ff721 | Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly, | Kim Harrison | ||
| bb697e5 | You all think that security and peace are born from destroying everything stronger than you? There is no safety. There is no peace but what you make, every day, every second, with every choice. | Kim Harrison | ||
| b3311da | It's a cat. Boy, you couldn't slip anything past me tonight. | Kim Harrison | ||
| f8d2351 | Gaily, if you can't demonstrate the ability to keep her alive, then I will take over her care and get you a dog instead." - Newt" | Kim Harrison | ||
| 3423670 | But I knew Nick. He was too ugly to die. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 69cdf2d | No," she said firmly. "I want you to stay when I go. Break tradition again, my love, and burn me alone in the home we built. I don't want you with me. You aren't done. You see too far ahead. You need to make the world in your thoughts a real one that our children can fly in." - Matalina to Jenks" | Kim Harrison | ||
| 803a6f9 | People die, Rachel," Ceri said, her cheeks flushing. "Not if I can help it," I snapped. "And not of a broken heart. If you could, I'd be dead already." | Kim Harrison | ||
| 334a3e7 | I may be a pawn, but I've been to the other side and survived the trip back and I can move like a queen. Don't piss me off. | inspirational rachel | Kim Harrison | |
| 0c83708 | It was a nice bit of blackmail that kept him off my back, but he refused to take the message that I wasn't going to work for him. 'Course, that might be my fault...since I seemed unable to say no when he waved enough money at me. | Kim Harrison | ||
| a22bac1 | And don't try to sell me any crap about the kindly demon. I know three of you now, and you are all evil, insane, or just plain nasty. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 1fa76a5 | How could someone with a bloody rag around their arm look that confident? Because he could sing someone to death? | Kim Harrison | ||
| c0ce738 | You pompous little bitch!" the infuriated Were shouted, red-faced and with his thugs backing him. "What are you doing here?" Mrs. Sarong pushed past the men who had put themselves in front of her. "Arranging your removal," she said, her voice sharp and her eyes glaring. Removal? As if he were an overgrown tree clogging the sewer line? The short businessman seemed to choke on his own breath, becoming choleric. Mouth gaping to look like one.. | Kim Harrison | ||
| e6ac719 | Rachel, you take her," my mother said, clearly uncomfortable. "She might like you." "No. Mom, no!" I protested, but it was my mother we were talking about, and it was either take the baby or have her hit the floor." | Kim Harrison | ||
| 0e8cd61 | Her smile turned wicked. "And I'm not a silly girl to be blinded by a tidy posterior and expansive landholdings." Tidy posterior and expansive landholdings? Was that the Dark Ages equivalent of a tight ass and a lot of money?" | Kim Harrison | ||
| 10ff258 | Head lowered, Al looked at his bare hands, folded in his lap. "I knew you could, otherwise I wouldn't have let you get into that position. But now everyone else knows it, too. I wasn't expecting how vulnerable you would be, and word gets around. It is too easy for..." He hesitated. "You're so damn helpless...," he tried again, his words cutting off once more. "How am I supposed to keep them off you now that they know?" | Kim Harrison | ||
| 1817a2b | that was humanity's problem right there. they are brain damaged from the early sun | Kim Harrison | ||
| 6272cca | With a little cry, I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled him to me for a real kiss. The assembled people cheered, and I closed my eyes as the sound of pixy wings wreathed us. Give up? Leave? echoed in my thoughts as his lips met mine, holding both a promise and a desire. Never, I answered myself as we parted and, hands still connected, turned to those who meant most to us and were welcomed in between the pixy dust and the blue butterfli.. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 1f5fb3d | Student food." His eyes went to the tomato on the sill. "Whatever's in the refrigerator over pasta." | student | Kim Harrison | |
| cdd1766 | Ivy shook her head with a look of disgust. "So you got caught. Big freaking deal. They knew who Rachel was, and you don't see her whining over it." Actually, I had thrown my tantrum on the way home, which might have accounted for the odd noise Francis's car was making when I left it in the mall parking lot in the shade of a tree. Jenks darted to hover three inches before Ivy's nose. His wings were red in anger. "You have a gardener trap you.. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 3a0fcd3 | We all have the right to be different, don't we? | Annette Curtis Klause | ||
| 52a440c | By the time I found sleep that night, back in the Hawk's Keep, my throat was tight with too many tears unshed, screams unuttered and prayers whose words I could never seem to find. | Amelia Atwater-Rhodes | ||
| 35b8574 | She'll forgive me for defending myself as soon as she...gets back. And you had better hope that she is back by the next time those pretty black eyes open, because otherwise, I am going to have to get creative, and you probably aren't going to enjoy that, So shut your mouth, shut your eyes, and go to sleep, or I swear to Heaven, Hell, and all the worlds between, I will give you good reason to scream. | Amelia Atwater-Rhodes | ||
| 4df00f1 | He won't hurt me. I have a secret weapon. | sandra-brown | Sandra Brown | |
| 1b63c21 | Coburn)"Honor." Gasping, she lowered her arm from over her eyes and looked into his face. "Put your hands on me. Pretend this means something." With a whimper, she wrapped her arms around him and clutched his back, then slid her hands down over his ass and drew him even deeper into her. He groaned, buried his face in the hollow of her neck, and rocked his body against hers. An orgasm burst through her at the same time he came. She pretended.. | Sandra Brown | ||
| e8dd429 | Until and unless you know that you are enough just the way you are, you will always be driven to look for more. Knowing that you are enough is a function of consciousness. Your enough-ness develops in direct proportion to the relationship you have with your true identity. Until you wholeheartedly believe in your own worth, in spite your of accomplishments and possessions, there will be a void in your Spirit. I had more than a void. I had a .. | Iyanla Vanzant | ||
| 0803358 | FORGIVENESS ADDRESSES HOW WE THINK AND FEEL ABOUT OTHERS AND OURSELVES AND HOW THOSE THOUGHTS MANIFEST WITHIN OUR LIVES AS ENERGY. | Iyanla Vanzant | ||
| d37af26 | From speaking with my mother I learned that forgiveness is a process that begins with the choice to end your own suffering. | Iyanla Vanzant | ||
| f1fcccf | We can always be sure of one thing--that the messengers of discomfort and sacrifice will be stoned and pelted by those who wish to preserve at all costs their own contentment. This is not a lesson that is confined to the Testaments. | history religion bible brave-new-world martyrs prophets old-testament | Christopher Hitchens | |
| 4bdaf3d | You can see the same immorality or amorality in the Christian view of guilt and punishment. There are only two texts, both of them extreme and mutually contradictory. The Old Testament injunction is the one to exact an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth (it occurs in a passage of perfectly demented detail about the exact rules governing mutual ox-goring; you should look it up in its context (Exodus 21). The second is from the Gospels an.. | christianity morality compassion religion relavitism punishment immorality justice guilt | Christopher Hitchens | |
| 2800aa0 | As the cleansing ocean closes over bin Laden's carcass, may the earth lie lightly on the countless graves of those he sentenced without compunction to be burned alive or dismembered in the street. | mass-murder death-of-osama-bin-laden obituary osama-bin-laden september-11-attacks fascism | Christopher Hitchens | |
| 185a1cf | We are an adaptable species and this adaptability has enabled us to survive. However, adaptability can also constitute a threat; we may become habituated to certain dangers and fail to recognize them until it's too late. Nuclear armaments are the most conspicuous example; as you read this you are in effect wearing a military uniform and sitting in a very exposed trench. You exist at the whim of people whose power does not derive from your o.. | Christopher Hitchens | ||
| ae03252 | Since this often seems to come up in discussions of the radical style, I'll mention one other gleaning from my voyages. Beware of Identity politics. I'll rephrase that: have nothing to do with identity politics. I remember very well the first time I heard the saying "The Personal Is Political." It began as a sort of reaction to defeats and downturns that followed 1968: a consolation prize, as you might say, for people who had missed that ye.. | travel humanity politics identity-politics regressives wise | Christopher Hitchens | |
| 5356892 | The unspooling of the skein of the genome has effectively abolished racism and creationism, and the amazing findings of Hubble and Hawking have allowed us to guess at the origins of the cosmos. But how much more addictive is the familiar old garbage about tribe and nation and faith. | Christopher Hitchens | ||
| 4cbed74 | Many readers are familiar with the spirit and the letter of the definition of "prayer," as given by Ambrose Bierce in his Devil's Dictionary. It runs like this, and is extremely easy to comprehend: Prayer: A petition that the laws of nature be suspended in favor of the petitioner; himself confessedly unworthy. Everybody can see the joke that is lodged within this entry: The man who prays is the one who thinks that god has arranged matters a.. | Christopher Hitchens |