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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8ba7d7b | It doesn't matter what the end looks like--what matters is that it came. Bam, you're done. But life, Axi? There are degrees of life. You can live it well or half-asleep. You can go sledding down a sand dune, or you can spend your life in front of the TV. And I don't mean to sound like a stupid after-school special, but you have to keep living the way we did these last weeks. Risk, Axi. That's the secret. Risk everything." I nodded, trying n.. | robinson | James Patterson | |
| 33d309a | Do you want to know the closest thing to feeling the most powerful you can feel ? Flying alone at night.Risky.Nothing but you and the wind soaring way above everything , Slicing through the air like a Sword. Up and up until you feel like you can grab a star and hold it to your chest like a burning, Spiky thing | spiritual | James Patterson | |
| 4db192c | Fear is not the answer, not ever. | James Patterson | ||
| fab5da8 | Is it possible that you can love someone more than you love life itself, and yet you're still never going to know for sure everything he's thinking? | James Patterson | ||
| b251a38 | You must do today what nobody else will do, so tomorrow you can accomplish what others can't. | James Patterson | ||
| 9021d29 | Time to die." Angel said in her sweet little girl voice." | James Patterson | ||
| 39cf34e | Sometimes all you have is instinct, a gut feeling. It's important to pay attention to them. | James Patterson | ||
| a5da63d | My name is Daniel, and this is the first volume of my life story, which, hopefully, will be a very long and distinguished one. Who should you read it? Very good question. Maybe because this is your planet, and you have a right to know what's actually happening on it. | James Patterson | ||
| 7495e68 | Life can be like walking on a high wire. Falling seems a tiny misstep away. | James Patterson | ||
| 9869bfe | Who but the devil lives like a king in the middle of hell | James Patterson | ||
| 8f5ad02 | The world was becoming a zoo, without cages. | James Patterson | ||
| 83d1d9e | Disney World?" Ari felt like his head was about to explode. "Disney World?" His gravelly voice rose into a harsh shriek. "They're not on vacation! They're on the run! They're running for their lives! Death is following them like a bullet, and they're on the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad?" | James Patterson | ||
| 2600930 | if you take care of the pennies, the pounds will take care of themselves. | Jeffrey Archer | ||
| 8db39ba | No, Mr Redmayne, not my tears. Although I've read that letter every day for the past eight months, those tears were not shed by me, but by the man who wrote them. He knew how much I loved him. We would have made a life together even if we could only spend one day a month with each other. I'd have been happy to wait twenty years, more, in the hope that I would eventually be allowed to spend the rest of my life with the only man I'll ever lov.. | love | Jeffrey Archer | |
| ee52ff1 | It pains me to think how much you are worth now." "I can't tell you that. If you can count it, you haven't got any." | jeffrey jeffrey-archer | Jeffrey Archer | |
| 4d66ef6 | only a fool blames the messenger. | Jeffrey Archer | ||
| b2b5265 | nkm lql@...ntm ldhyn tnDlwn mn jl lHqyq@. | Maxim Gorky | ||
| 2760998 | In recalling my childhood I like to picture myself as a beehive to which various simple obscure people brought the honey of their knowledge and thoughts on life, generously enriching my character with their own experience. Often this honey was dirty and bitter, but every scrap of knowledge was honey all the same. | childhood | Maxim Gorky | |
| 0f890b7 | Much later I realized that Russian people, because of the poverty and squalor of their lives, love to amuse themselves with sorrow--to play with it like children, and are seldom ashamed of being unhappy. | Maxim Gorky | ||
| c293ac5 | I don't expect to need rescuing. I'm not that kind of princess. | Garth Nix | ||
| f76affa | Together, the bells and Dog sang a song that was more than sound and power. It was the song of the earth, the moon, the stars, the sea, and the sky, of Life and Death and all that was and would be. It was the song of the Charter, the song that had bound Orannis in the long ago, the song that sought to bind the Destroyer once again. | Garth Nix | ||
| 2842a73 | As per usual, trouble comes in several directions at once. | trouble | Garth Nix | |
| e66a7c3 | It is taken care of. Nothing will not break into my Pit or the Far Reaches! I cannot speak for the other parts of the House, but we have Nothing well in hand here. I understand Nothing as no one else does! - Grim Tuesday | Garth Nix | ||
| da81d88 | I hope you find some stories here that you will enjoy, or wonder about, or that linger uncomfortably in the mind when you wish they didn't. | Garth Nix | ||
| 9c4f4c4 | She tugged warningly on his shirt. "I am serious! Are you going to marry me, Sean? Finally?" He smiled, and the light of his smile filled his eyes. "Damn it, Elle! Will you not let me take the lead? Ladies do not propose marriage!" ~Sean O'Neill & Eleanor de Warenne" | romance | Brenda Joyce | |
| bff0cd5 | She turned to Roy with her gayest expression. He smiled back at her with what Phil called "his deep, black, velvety smile." Yet, she really did not see Roy at all. She was acutely conscious that Gilbert was standing under the palms just across the room talking to a girl who must be Christine Stuart" -- | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 8b85f16 | A few weeks ago my uncle came over to borrow my dad's socket set and when he asked my dad how he was my dad said oh unexceptional. Living quietly with my disappointments. And how are you | Miriam Toews | ||
| 749bd4e | And then I thought that people like to talk about their pain and loneliness but in disguised ways. Or in ways that are sort of organized but not really. I realized that when I try to start conversations with people, just strangers on the street or in the grocery store, they think I'm exposing my pain or loneliness in the wrong way and they get nervous. But then I saw the impromptu choir repeating the line about everyone having holes in thei.. | Miriam Toews | ||
| 61ea77d | If, along the way, something is gained, then something will also be lost. | Miriam Toews | ||
| 1b1cb0b | Tam Lin says rabbits give up when they're caught by coyotes," Matt said after he'd calmed enough to trust his voice. "He says they consent to die because they're animals and can't understand hope. Hit humans are different.. They fight against death no matter how bad things seem, and sometimes, even when everything's against them, they win." "Yeah. About once in a million years," said Chacho. "Twice in a million," said Matt. "There's who o.. | Nancy Farmer | ||
| 09c4faf | You don't have a soul, so you can't be baptized. All animals are like that. I think it's unfair and sometimes I don't believe it. After all, what would heaven be without birds or dogs or horses? And what about trees and flowers? They don't have souls either. Does that mean heaven looks like a cement parking lot? I suppose this is what the nuns call a theological problem. | Nancy Farmer | ||
| 7dcb3a8 | I never expect anything,' said Marthe. 'It provides a level, low-pitched existence with no disappointments.' 'I'm all for a level, low-pitched existence,' said Philippa. 'And when you see your way back to one, for heaven's sake don't forget to tell me.' At which Marthe, surprisingly, laughed aloud. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 86c4230 | So she was on her own, Kate thought, and instilled all the friendly helpfulness she could into her next question. "Excuse me, but are you the bad company young Mr. Scott has got into?" | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 5c1046f | I must apologize for these damned entrances,' said Francis Crawford of Lymond. 'I feel Tom here never knows if he should send for a bishop or start a round of applause. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| c74ebe0 | 'I'm fairly bursting tae ken how ye guessed I spoke Scots?' Lymond looked up. Superficial pain, withstood or ignored for quite a long time, had made his eyes heavy, but they were brimming with laughter. 'Well, God,' he said. 'In the water, you were roaring your head off at a bloody bull elephant called Hughie. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| c49c1fc | Go away and bleed to death,' said his onetime saviour sharply. 'On behalf of the female sex I feel I may cheer every lesion. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 7a87996 | Did I ever tell you,' said Lymond pausing on the afterthought, on his way to the flap, 'that that aunt of mine once hatched an egg?' He paused, deep in thought, and walked slowly to the door before turning again. His lordship of Aubigny, staring after the vanishing form of his brother, received the full splendour of Lymond's smile. 'It was a cuckoo,' said Francis Crawford prosaically, and followed Lennox out. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 5d0761a | I've wed his two empty boots.' 'That you havena,' said Janet, Lady of Buccleuch, lowering her voice not at all in the presence of two hundred twittering Scott relations as they gazed after their vanishing husbands. 'They aye remember their boots. It's their empty nightgowns that get fair monotonous. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 49da788 | My dear, my dear,' said Kate, but to herself. 'I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 3ebf2b9 | I can't imagine it now, but I must've been innocent at some time in my life. A baby don't just get itself born bad, do it? | Charles de Lint | ||
| 6096d94 | I felt the reckless abandon of one who knows she stands already among the damned. "Why not, then, another sin?" | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| 29daf6a | Why would I marry? I'm not made to be any man's chattel. I have my work, which I love. I have my home - it is not much, I grant, yet sufficient for my shelter. But more than these, I have something very few women can claim: my freedom. I will not lightly surrender it. | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| caa1503 | I asked once, and the library assistant told me there were more than a hundred thousand books there, and more than sixty million pages of documents. It's a good number, I think: ten pages for every person who died. A kind of monument in paper for people who have no gravestones. | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| 55bbb05 | The brave man, the real hero, quakes with terror, sweats, feels his very bowels betray him, and in spite of this moves forward to do the act he dreads. | Geraldine Brooks |