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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 14839cc | We only trust people we know,' says Martha Tennison...'If you're struggling to trust God, it may be because you don't really know God. | Joanna Weaver | ||
| c3b32b5 | he decided, | Meljean Brook | ||
| 1cf5f8a | From the very first, I knew you'd be dangerous to me. I should have run." "I'd have caught you." | Meljean Brook | ||
| 902b038 | Life was just a tire swing. 'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing. Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken, | Jimmy Buffett | ||
| d5103bb | The branches of the trees looked as if they were holding hands and bowing their heads in prayer. | sorrow trees | Ishmael Beah | |
| 5138a1f | From the time he was young, he dressed the way you told him to dress; he acted the way you told him to act; he said the things you told him to say. He's been listening to somebody else tell him what to do... He hasn't changed. He is still listening to somebody else tell him what to do. The problem is, it isn't you any,ore; it's his peers. | youth teenagers-and-parents peer-pressure parenting children | Barbara Coloroso | |
| d22143a | In a bravura demonstration of stonewalling, righteousness, and hurt sincerity, Steve Jobs successfully took to the stage the other day to deny the problem, dismiss the criticism, and spread the blame among other smartphone makers," Michael Wolff of newser.com wrote. "This is a level of modern marketing, corporate spin, and crisis management about which you can only ask with stupefied incredulity and awe: How do they get away with it? Or, mo.. | Walter Isaacson | ||
| a1f67f3 | The thing that struck me was his intensity. Whatever he was interested in he would generally carry to an irrational extreme." Jobs had honed his trick of using stares and silences to master other people. " One of his numbers was to stare at the person he was talking to. He would stare into their fucking eyeballs, ask some question, and would want a response without the other person averting their eyes." | intensity | Walter Isaacson | |
| 79837b5 | When you open the box of an iPhone or iPad, we want that tactile experience to set the tone for how you perceive the product. | Walter Isaacson | ||
| 1733327 | Even when he was barely conscious, his strong personality came through. At one point the pulmonologist tried to put a mask over his face when he was sedated. Jobs ripped it off and mumbled that he hated the design and refused to wear it. He ordered them to bring five different options and he would pick the one he liked. | inspirational | Walter Isaacson | |
| 4fbec1b | The main thing in our design is that we have to make things intuitively obvious. | Walter Isaacson | ||
| 879ec37 | There is no moment that exceeds in beauty that moment when one looks at a woman and finds that she is looking at you in the same way that you are looking at her. The moment in which she bestows that look that says, "Proceed with your evil plan, sumbitch." The initial smash on glance. The, the drawing near. This takes a long time, it seems like months, although only minutes pass, in fact. Languor is the word that describes this part of the p.. | love eye-contact glances mating-rituals love-at-first-sight lust | Donald Barthelme | |
| d508b93 | Mother, have you noticed that this society we're in tends to be a little...repressive?" "What does that mean, Eugenie? What does that mean, that strange new word, 'repressive,' that I have never heard before?" "It means...it's like when you decide to do something, and you get up out of your chair to do it, and you take a step, and then become aware of frosty glances being directed at you from every side." "Frosty glances?" "Your des.. | Donald Barthelme | ||
| ab7203e | When she reached the shallow end, Kingsley held out his hand and pulled her up, but she lost her step and fell into his arms, her body crushing momentarily against his. | river rio blue kingsley mimi force | Melissa de la Cruz | |
| 26e4e0c | I have never given this ring, my soul, to anyone. Azrael has never had any part of this. This is the only part of myself that is truly mine, and now it is yours." --Jack Force" | Melissa de la Cruz | ||
| 537d569 | Inside the church, the bondsmaids were walking slowly down the aisle, with the little petal girls. Trinity turned to give Mimi her last words of motherly advice: 'Walk straight. Don't slouch. And for heavens's sake, smile! It's your bonding!?' Then she too walked through the door and down the aisle. The door shut behind her, leaving Mimi alone. Finally, Mimi heard the orchestra play the first strains of the 'Wedding March.' Wagner. Then the.. | Melissa de la Cruz | ||
| 43c328a | It was a story they could tell their children, something out of a fairy tale. How their mother had not known who he was when she accepted him, and the frog turned out to be a prince. But the princess had been unwilling to kiss the frog, the prince remained warty and unloved, and now there was no adventure to be had. | Melissa de la Cruz | ||
| 08f21cd | There was a survey done a few years ago that affected me greatly. it was discovered that intelligent people either estimate their intelligence accurately or slightly underestimate themselves, but stupid people overestimate their intelligence and by huge margins. (And these were things like straight up math tests, not controversial IQ tests.) | Harvey Pekar | ||
| 024b3f6 | This was the Hart Eleanor had known years ago, the one she'd agreed without hesitation to marry. He'd had the body of a god, a smile that melted her heart, a sinful glint in his eyes that had been just for her and her alone. | Jennifer Ashley | ||
| 3ff2e19 | The smile, the look, tugged at Eleanor's heart. Even in the fleeting glance, she'd seen great love in Ian's eyes, his determination to finish this letter and send it to Beth so she could enjoy decoding it. A way to tell her sweet nothings that no one else could understand. Private thoughts, shared between husband and wife. | Jennifer Ashley | ||
| d1e0fb6 | You've been in the mating frenzy before." Eric looked up at her, his eyes quiet. "Yes." "With Kirsten." "Yes." Iona touched her hands together. "You must have loved her very much." Eric nodded. "Yes. Very much." "Then why do you want another mate?" Eric pushed himself from the fireplace and came to her, the first flickers of fire shadowing his tall, naked body. He skimmed warm hands down her arms. "Because I saw you." | love second-loves shifters | Jennifer Ashley | |
| 1c5f89f | If this person is a blackmailer, El, I want you to have nothing more to do with it. Blackmailers are dangerous." Her brows rose. "You've had dealings with them before, have you?" "Attempting to blackmail the Mackenzie family is a popular pastime," Hart said." | humor | Jennifer Ashley | |
| a995da7 | Dearest Mac, I love you. I will always love you. But I can live with you no longer. I've tried to be strong for you, for three years I have tried. I have failed. You tried to remake me in your image, dear Mac, and I tried to be what you wanted, but I no longer can. I am sorry. I want to write that my heart is breaking, but it is not. It broke some time ago, and I have just now realised that I can leave me heartbreak behind and go on. The de.. | Jennifer Ashley | ||
| 569f78d | It is terrible to be an unprotected being. | security safety | Colm Tóibín | |
| c1b8f26 | So what if I'm ninety-three? So what if I'm ancient and cranky and my body's a wreck? If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus? It's like Charlie told the cop. For this old man, this is home. | Sara Gruen | ||
| cbdfb34 | All I can do is put in time waiting for the inevitable, observing as the ghost of my past rattle around my vacuous present. They crash and bang and make themselves at home, mostly because there's no competition. I've stopped fighting them. They're crashing and banging around in there now. Make yourselves at home, boys. Stay awhile. Oh, sorry- I see you already have. Damn ghost. | Sara Gruen | ||
| ae219d4 | Wolves ate even mighty hunters, for there was no honor or code among predators, and everyone's guts steam the same way when torn open on a cold night. | Warren Ellis | ||
| 78bf42e | I want vasopressin, washed caffeine, Jumpstart, ginkgo biloba, guarana, and any intelligence enhancer introduced in the last five years. | Warren Ellis | ||
| 622637e | Why is it honesty when a man speaks his mind and madness when a woman does? | men women | sharon kay penman | |
| 0f35593 | The art of governing, Dickon, is that of making use of talent wherever you do find it. Trust is too rare an attribute to make it your prime prerequisite for holding office. If I relied only upon those I truly do trust, we'd have a council of empty chairs! | Sharon Kay Penman | ||
| f3ccdcc | Richard knew, of course, that his was thought to be an unlucky title; only twice before had a Richard ruled England, and both met violent ends. | medieval-history plantagenet richard-iii | Sharon Kay Penman | |
| 7c00fb7 | Richard, might I ask you something? We've talked tonight of what you must do, of what you can do, of what you ought to do.But we've said nothing of what you want to do.Richard, do you want to be King?" At first, she thought he wasn't going to answer her. But as she studied his face, she saw he was turning her question over in his mind, seeking to answer it as honestly as he could. "Yes," he said at last. "Yes...I do." -- | richard-iii wars-of-the-roses | Sharon Kay Penman | |
| c5058a8 | During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices. | memories princes wales nightmares | Sharon Kay Penman | |
| 42d7d74 | There are few times that I feel more at peace, more in tune, more Zen, if you will, than when I force myself to unplug. | technology-addiction peace | Harlan Coben | |
| 2b3d874 | It was all so damn fragile, that was the thing. Obvious, for sure,but for the most part we block - we refuse to think about how easily our lives could be torn asunder, because when we recognize it, we lose our minds. The ones who are fearful all the time, who need to medicate to function? It is because they understand the reality, how thin the line is. It isn't that they can't accept the truth - its that they can't block it. | Harlan Coben | ||
| 2073486 | Sex is for anyone; the aftermath is for lovers. | Harlan Coben | ||
| bc04a09 | Lie is more worth living, more full of interest when you are likely to lose it. It shouldn't be, perhaps, but it is. When you're young and strong and healthy, and life stretches ahead of you, living isn't really important at all. It's young people who commit suicide easily, out of despair from love, sometimes from sheer anxiety and worry. But old people know how valuable life is and how interesting. - Jane Marple | Agatha Christie | ||
| b35cd48 | Ah, mais c'est Anglais ca," he murmured, "everything in black and white, everything clear cut and well defined. But life, it is not like that, Mademoiselle. There are things that are not yet, but which cast their shadow before." | foreshadow poirot | Agatha Christie | |
| d6f3c9e | I am not mad. I am eccentric perhaps--at least certain people say so; but as regards my profession. I am very much as one says, 'all there. | poirot | Agatha Christie | |
| a0fd647 | A diary is useful for recording the idiosyncrasies of other people--but not one's own. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 6badede | Ladies and Gentlemen! Silence please!" Every one was startled. They looked round-at each other, at the walls. Who was speaking? The Voice went on- a high clear voice. You are charged with the following indictments: Edward George Armstrong, that you did upon the 14th day of March, 1925, cause the death of Louisa Mary Clees. Emily Caroline Brent, that upon the 5th November, 1931, you were responsible for the death of Beatrice Taylor. William .. | murders namesake | Agatha Christie | |
| 7dc74c3 | Nothing is so sad, in my opinion, as the devastation wrought by age. My poor friend. I have described him many times. Now to convey to you the difference. Crippled with arthritis, he propelled himself about in a wheelchair. His once plump frame had fallen in. He was a thin little man now. His face was lined and wrinkled. His moustache and hair, and hair, it is true, were still of a jet black colour, but candidly, though I would not for the.. | Agatha Christie | ||
| c5fd284 | Why didn't they ask the Evans? | murder last-words why mystery | Agatha Christie | |
| 356a940 | Maybe it is because I am an old man, but I find, M. Poirot, that there is something about the defenselessness of youth that moves me to tears. Youth is so vulnerable. It is so ruthless - so sure. So generous and so demanding. | Agatha Christie |