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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 00e900f | Like last year I took Advance Foods class (which is like cooking for nerds) after lunch, and so I usually took a nap. Which was fine, because I'm not even thrilled about regular foods, so, you know, what do I need with like advanced digital HD wi-fi foods and whatnot? -Abby | you-suck | Christopher Moore | |
| 6dd6ef6 | You think too much. Thinking will bring you nothing but suffering. Be simple. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 7cb68ac | Of course they won't bloody remember, they'll be dead.' Then she called him a name in a dead language that translated, roughly, to 'poop on a stick,' but sounded more succinct, like this: 'Of course they won't bloody remember, they'll be dead, Poopstick. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 14aff58 | She can be a whirlwind of tits and terror when she puts her mind to a purpose, can't she, sir? | female-empowerment terror | Christopher Moore | |
| 2bedfbf | If you don't take the shot...you'll never know whether it would have gone in or not. | Mike Lupica | ||
| 66a9a88 | Would it be such a terrible thing for us to fall in love?" he asked. | ask grey kate love morning peter renagades terrible tremayne turncoat | Donna Thurland | |
| c899cb7 | A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect. | murder | Lynda Barry | |
| 1634c19 | something can only become an illusion after disillusionment. before that, it is something real. what caused the disillusionment? no one told me the print on the wall was just ink and paper and had no life of its own. at some point the cat stopped blinking, and i stopped thinking it could. | Lynda Barry | ||
| b9b93c0 | What is it? The ordinary is EXTRAORDINARY. The ordinary is extraordinary. The ordinary is the thing we want back when someone we love dies. When someone dies or leaves or falls out of love with us. We call it "little things". We say, "it's the little things I miss most." The ordinary things. It's the little thing that brings them back to us unexpectedly. We say "reminds us" but it is more than reminding-it's a conflagration-it's an inundati.. | Lynda Barry | ||
| 095d9d8 | I am hell with a knife and there is nothing I can really do about it but try and keep my mouth shut and try not to let it show. | hell teenagers | Lynda Barry | |
| 0403f32 | If you're Strigoi," the boy interrupted loudly, "then why don't you have horns? My friend Jeffrey said Strigoi have horns." Dimitri's eyes fell not on the boy but on me for a moment. Again, that spark of knowing shot between us. Then, face smooth and serious, Dimitri turned to the boy and answered, "Strigoi don't have horns. And even if they did, it wouldn't matter because I'm not a Strigoi." | little-boys recovery | Richelle Mead | |
| c5d6040 | God was never about making me spiffy; God was about making me new. New doesn't always look perfect. Like the Easter story itself, new is often messy. New looks like recovering alcoholics. New looks like reconciliation between family members who don't actually deserve it. New looks like every time I manage to admit I was wrong and every time I manage to not mention when I'm right. New looks like every fresh start and every act of forgiveness.. | Nadia Bolz-Weber | ||
| f252444 | The adjective so often coupled with mercy is the word tender, but God's mercy is not tender; this mercy is a blunt instrument. Mercy doesn't wrap a warm, limp blanket around offenders. God's mercy is the kind that kills the thing that wronged it and resurrects something new in its place. In our guilt and remorse, we may wish for nothing but the ability to rewrite our own past, but what's done cannot, will not, be undone. But I am here to sa.. | Nadia Bolz-Weber | ||
| eaea36f | Here's my image of Ash Wednesday: If our lives were a long piece of fabric with our baptism on one end and our funeral on another, and we don't know the distance between the two, then Ash Wednesday is a time when that fabric is pinched in the middle and the ends are held up so that our baptism in the past and our funeral in the future meet. The water and words from our baptism plus the earth and words from our funerals have come from the p.. | Nadia Bolz-Weber | ||
| 81d8968 | And always, always, it is worth it to sing alleluia in defiance of the devil, who surely hates the sound of it. | Nadia Bolz-Weber | ||
| 69a837a | Those most qualified to speak the gospel are those who truly know how unqualified they are to speak the gospel. | Nadia Bolz-Weber | ||
| 9aba43b | sll@ lnhy@ 'ntmy ly jyl wrth lrtyb tjh lymn " lmsyHy " khlq fy dhth lkfr bkl 'nw` lymn . abw'n mzlw ymtlkwn lb`th lymny ldhy nqlwh mn lmsyHy@ l~ 'shkl 'khr~ mn lwhm , b`Dhm kn mn lmtHmsyn llmsw@ ljtm`y@ , b`D mnhm qtSr `l~ `shq ljml ldhth , b`D akhr 'wd` ymnh fy l`lm wmnf`h , wthm@ akhrwn , 'kthr msyHy@ , mDw ybHthwn fy mshrq l'rD wmGrbh `n 'shkl tdyny@ 'khr~ ltlhy@ lw`y ldhy syGdw mjwf bdwnh fy tjrb@ l`ysh lkhlS , hdh klh fqdnh nHn, wmn k.. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 38cc39a | Nao aspiro a nada. Doi-me a vida. Estou mal onde estou e ja mal onde penso em poder estar. | lack-of-motivation life-and-living | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 3294bdf | To have touched the feet of Christ is no excuse for mistakes in punctuation. If a man writes well only when he's drunk, then I'll tell him: Get drunk. And if he says that it's bad for his liver, I'll answer: What's your liver? A dead thing that lives while you live, whereas the poems you write live without while. | motivation poetry writing | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 94a7a16 | I don't know what understanding myself is. I don't look inside. I don't believe I exist behind myself. | clarity existence feeling meaning-of-life nature paganism pantheism personae personality reality seeing self understanding | Alberto Caeiro | |
| 3f6bbdf | Ao toque adormecido da morfina Perco-me em transparencias latejantes | pessoa poesía | Fernando Pessoa | |
| cddb971 | Era domingo. Se fumasse, acenderia agora um cigarro para ficar com ar de pessoa distraida. Mas assim tao sem vicios e portanto sem ter sobre o que derramar a distracao que desejava, ai - assim ficava tao solta. Perdi ate o sono, suspirou, como se o sono fosse a sua ultima reserva de seguranca. E estou compreguica de trabalhar e tenho vontade de falar uma palavrao, que merda tambem. | Caio Fernando Abreu | ||
| 052d050 | hkdh 'ktb, bshkl jyd 'w rdy, mSyban fym ys`~ lyh qwly 'w mkhTy'an, 't`thr hn, 'nhD hnk, mwSlan Tryqy, Tryq '`m~ `nyd. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| c0c3b0a | I fused the beauty of dreaming and the reality of life into a single blissful colour.. ...On a clear bright day even the softness of the sounds is golden... | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 354a2e1 | There are moments, such as the one that oppresses me now, when I feel my own self far more than I feel external things, and everything transforms into a night of rain and mud where, lost in the solitude of an out-of-the-way station, I wait interminably for the next third-class train. | solitude | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 243bfb0 | Like every dreamer, I've always felt that my calling was to create. Since I've never been able to make an effort or carry out an intention, creation for me has always meant dreaming, wanting or desiring, and action has meant desiring of the acts I wish I could perform. | dreaming effort | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 2d9d928 | Why should being quiet mean you're in love? Because, she said. That means you aren't nervous with each other, or affected, or likely to be hiding intentions behind too much conversation. A friendly silence can speak between two who will walk together a long way, she said. | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| e00af0b | Well, there is rough old Albert, as ornery as any big brother a girl could have, putting his arm around Savannah and cooing to her like a repenting hound dog, and promising her she is not common nor shameful. I watched all this and thought you just never know sometimes what's in a man's heart. When you think he is all tough nails and boards he can be different on the inside. It makes me wonder about other men I know, too. | emotions men | Nancy E. Turner | |
| 297cf51 | It seems as if I can only thing if I write my journal, it just connects the part of my head that is busy doing things with the part that is busy thinking about everything else. I know all these pepole are so busy because they love each other and me. We are a noisy crowd of love | thinking writing | Nancy E. Turner | |
| dae7649 | Start your killers young, before their consciences are grown. Start them young and they will be lethal. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| d4bcc7c | Wyrd bid ful araed | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 47afc39 | Senhor Uhtred! - Como sempre, Willibald reagiu a minha provocacao. - Esse peixe - ele apontou o dedo tremulo na direcao dos ossos - foi um dos dois que Nosso Senhor usou para alimentar 5 mil pessoas! - O outro devia ser um peixe incrivelmente grande - respondi. - O que era? Uma baleia? | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| b59c52f | Were the Romans Christians?" I asked him, remembering my curiosity at the Roman farm. "Not always," Ravn said. "They had their own gods once, but they gave them up to become Christians and after that they knew nothing but defeat." | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 5777f88 | During the night, I have one of those dreams that aren't really dreams at all, just stuff about Laura fucking Ray, and Marco fucking Charlie, and I'm pleased to wake up in the middle of the night, because it means stopping the dream. But the pleasure only lasts a few seconds and then everything sinks in: that somewhere Laura really is fucking Ray (maybe not exactly now, because it's 3:56 a.m., although with his stamina - his inability to cl.. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 0352f11 | Normal life is nuts. It's a downhill deterioration to death no matter how you spice it along the way, and there's nothing you can do about it. Now, a sane person, when faced when that, would just plunk his ass down at the starting line, or wherever along the way this realization finally came to him, and say, "Are you kidding? I quit. I'll slide the rest of the way or sit here and smoke." It takes a true lunatic, or someone functioning with .. | Norah Vincent | ||
| 719b9d0 | He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, "I love you, Mother." He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns." | mother rose son | Elizabeth Peters | |
| 6740414 | Bless the ladies and their charming inconsistency! They demand to be treated like men, but they react like women. | gender-relations women | Elizabeth Peters | |
| 25e30e9 | Sekhmet crawled onto Ramses's lap and began to purr. 'The creature oozes like a furry slug,' said Ramses, eyeing it without favor. | Elizabeth Peters | ||
| 978563a | The first time you view a house, you see how pretty the paint is and buy it. The second time you look to see if the basement has termites. It's the same with men. | Claudia Carroll | ||
| 7c8c524 | Nobody comes to Minnesota to take their clothes off, at least as far as I know. | Diablo Cody | ||
| b2b58bf | Every time I thought I understood the rules, they changed. Why was it that the damn rules always seemed to change for the worse? | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 249b608 | Human lives are too short to waste in trivialities. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 1af9106 | We're making a list." "And checking it twice." Edward shook his head." | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| da21ebf | The police await us, our men stand in the cold, and you don't like your coat! Such delicate sensibilities for someone who just fucked a stranger on the floor in front of us all! | Laurell K. Hamilton |