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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 18a3133 | Hello, Celaena," he said as calmly as he could, well aware that two Fae males behind him could hear his thundering heart. Rolfe whipped his head toward him. Because it was Celaena who sat here--for whatever purpose, it was Celaena Sardothien in this room. She jerked her chin at Rolfe. "You've seen better days, but considering half your fleet has abandoned you, I'd say you look decent enough." "Get out of my chair," Rolfe said too quietly. A.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| a748a78 | Their bodies were lithe and young, the peak of youth and virility. Hips rolled, backs arched, hands twined in the air above them as they began to weave around one another in circles and lines. "I told you," was all Yrene muttered to him. "I think Dorian would enjoy this," he muttered back." | dorian-havilliard-havilliard party yrene-towers | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ae320c5 | You're still lovely," Mor said a bit gently. Elain offered a half smile. "I suppose that war makes wanting things like that unimportant." Mor was quiet for a heartbeat. "Perhaps. But you should not let war steal it from you regardless." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b5e43d7 | Wind-seeker, her mother had once called her. Unable to keep still, always wandering where the wind calls you. Where shall it beckon you to journey one day, my rose? How far the wind had now called her. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 765e707 | But if the two hundred slaves that I freed are telling the story, then no, I suppose I didn't deserve it." None of them were smiling anymore. "Holy gods," Ansel whispered. True silence fell over their table for a few heartbeats. Celaena resumed eating. She didn't feel like talking to them after that." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 2c4e0fd | She batted her eyelashes & readjusted her shackles as if they were lace gloves. | badass celaena-sardothien | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 190324d | I love you," he whispered in Elide's ear. "I have loved you from the moment you picked up that axe to slay the ilken." Her tears flowed past him in the wind. "And I will be with you ..." His voice broke, but he made himself say the words, the truth in his heart. "I will be with you" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 5642a35 | Gods, without his magic... Humans were remarkable. To be able to survive without leaning on magic... He had to give them credit. | rowan-whitethorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| d735f69 | Bitch. The princess was a bitch, | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 0185c77 | Cat-woman was a good way to describe her. The ears on the dark helmet, the oversized lenses, the claws that she'd just retracted after that spectacular jump... Even her steps toward him oozed feline grace. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 1687101 | So Dorian let his father rage. He sat in on those meetings and shut down his revulsion and horror when his father sent a third minister to the butchering block. For Sorscha, for the promise of keeping her safe, of someday, perhaps, not having to hide what and who he was, he kept on his well-worn mask, offered banal suggestions about what to do regarding Aelin, and pretended. One last time. When Celaena got back, when she returned as she'd s.. | dorian-havilliard pg496 sorscha | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 3ba79cf | So it would be me. Alone. Rhys kissed my brow. "If someone propositions you, tell them we'll both be free in an hour." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 33bdad0 | Then she ripped everything from that well inside her, ripped it out with both hands and her entire raging, hopeless heart. As she fell, hair whipping her face, Celaena thrust her hands toward the skinwalkers. "Surprise," she hissed. The world erupted in blue wildfire." | pg173 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 37bca75 | What Maeve didn't understand, what she could never understand, was just how much that little princess in Terrasen had damned them a decade ago, even worse than Maeve herself had. She had damned them all, and then left the world to burn into ash and dust. So Celaena turned away from the stars, nestling under the thread-bare blanket against the frigid cold, and closed her eyes, trying to dream of a different world. A world where she was no on.. | depression pg65 stars | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 3d31b06 | Lighting gleamed on the blade, a flicker of quicksilver. For Wesley. For Sam. For Aelin. And for herself. For the child she'd been, for the seventeen-year-old on her Bidding night, for the woman she'd become, her heart in shreds, her invisible wound still bleeding. It was so very easy to sit up and slice the knife across Arobynn's throat. | pg373 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 6b511c6 | You and I have always relished damning the odds. | rowan | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 6a4050c | I'm trying to understand. How you could come to love a monster." "Why?" Her eyes were blazing as she hissed, "Because it will help me understand how did the same. Is it a sickness?" she demanded, "Is it something broken within you?" | kingdom-of-ash love monster sickness understanding | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 1b71abf | Rhysand laughed--a lover's laugh, low and soft and intimate. "Is that any way to speak to a High Lord of Prythian?" My" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| aaeebc9 | This would be her first ball where she wasn't there to kill someone. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 60c4382 | The Heart. | Tite Kubo | ||
| c82ad86 | Adding manpower to a late software project, makes it later. | Frederick P. Brooks Jr. | ||
| 92962a5 | As time passes, the system becomes less and less well-ordered. Sooner or later the fixing cease to gain any ground. Each forward step is matched by a backward one. Although in principle usable forever, the system has worn out as a base for progress. ...A brand-new, from-the-ground-up redesign is necessary. | Frederick P. Brooks Jr. | ||
| 5d3478f | A new enterprise awaits. It hangs before you like fruit on a tree. | Julie Powell | ||
| 36de510 | Complexity begets ambiguity, which yields in all ways to prejudice and avarice. Complication does not so much defeat Men as arm them with fancy. | man | R. Scott Bakker | |
| df19328 | You've learned the lesson,' Kellhus had said on one of those rare mornings when he shared her breakfast. 'What lesson might that be?' 'That the lessons never end.' He laughed, gingerly sipped his steaming tea. 'That ignorance is infinite. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| dce6792 | P.S. I still dunno if it's art. Go to Hell yourself. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 193e810 | If it will give you any satisfaction in the end, I still care for you. Either there is no such thing as love, or the word does not mean what I have thought it to mean on many different occasions. It is a feeling without a name, really--better to leave it at that. So take it and go away and have your fun with it. You know that we would both be at one another's throats again one day, as soon as we run out of common enemies. We had many fine r.. | hate love reconciliation worship | Roger Zelazny | |
| ab20032 | I would never rest until I held vengeance and the throne within my hand, and good night sweet prince to anybody who stood between me and these things. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| b1a9429 | When inspiration is silent reason tires quickly. | reason | Roger Zelazny | |
| 7de8563 | Before she knew it the afternoon was done, and the trainees were taking their new mounts to the stables for grooming. Daine, Onua, Buri, and Sarge helped then too, though Daine couldn't see how she could ever be comfortable telling a twenty-year-old man he was missing spots on the pony he was grooming. She did try it: "Excuse me, trainee what did you say your name was?" Blue gray eyes twinkled at her over his cream-colored mare's back. "I.. | daine sarge | Tamora Pierce | |
| c32b5bc | You are a bloody-minded savage. I hope you are kidnapped by centaurs. | nealan owen page protector-of-the-small | Tamora Pierce | |
| 5c7c387 | She wanted an extra advantage today, more than she'd had in training with Raoul or knights like Jerel. When the trumpet blared, she told Peachblossom, "Charge." Muscles bunched under her. The gelding flew at his top speed down the dirt lane, hooves thundering in packed dust. For those brief seconds Kel felt like an army of one. She loved no one so much as her horse." | kel kelandry peachblossom squire tilting | Tamora Pierce | |
| be31fe2 | Lokeij whistled. "Make the king's warriors vanish if they come. . . what a deceitful turtledove you are." Aly smiled at the sky. "Oh, don't,"she replied in the tones of a flirtatious court lady. "Stop, I insist. Your flattery makes me blush." | funny | Tamora Pierce | |
| 2c0e3e7 | Then I'll Dog him, and I'll catch him, and I'll cage him again,' I said. 'And again, and again, and again, until his patron tires if him and the Snake tires of me.' 'Or until he kills you,' someone else said. 'Nobody's killing Beka,' Rosto told them, his eyes turned to black stone. | Tamora Pierce | ||
| b5d6f0d | Inside I am a beautiful woman,' Okha said... 'The Trickster tapped me in my mother's womb and placed me in this man's shell. | bloodhound okha transvestite trickster | Tamora Pierce | |
| 39d85f9 | Sir Albert)Howard put it this way:"Artificial manures (synthetic fertilizers)lead inevitably to artificial nutrition, artificial food, artificial animals and finally to artificial men and women." | Michael Pollan | ||
| 9d9083d | It has become much harder, in the past century, to tell where the garden leaves off and pure nature begins. | nature page-xxii | Michael Pollan | |
| 89398ee | The first thing to understand about nutritionism is that it is not the same thing as nutrition. As the "-ism" suggests, it is not a scientific subject but an ideology. Ideologies are ways of organizing large swaths of life and experience under a set of shared but unexamined assumptions. This quality makes an ideology particularly hard to see, at least while it's still exerting its hold on your culture. A reigning ideology is a little like t.. | Michael Pollan | ||
| 0a6fd04 | Memory is the enemy of wonder | memory present wonder | Michael Pollan | |
| 0f7d020 | I've begun to wonder if perhaps these remarkable molecules might be wasted on the young, that they may have more to offer us later in life, after the cement of our mental habits and everyday behaviors has set. Carl Jung once wrote that it is not the young but people in middle age who need to have an "experience of the numinous" to help them negotiate the second half of their lives." -- | Michael Pollan | ||
| 062fd59 | Daydreaming does not enjoy tremendous prestige in our culture, which tends to regard it as unproductive thought. Writers perhaps appreciate its importance better than most, since a fair amount of what they call work consists of little more than daydreaming edited. Yet anyone who reads for pleasure should prize it too, for what is reading a good book but a daydream at second hand? Unlike any other form of thought, daydreaming is its own rewa.. | reading | Michael Pollan | |
| 3a6eca7 | the truth is what you can't see but are certain of anyway. | Rachel Klein | ||
| 5cacf30 | She craved a family, not having had enough of one to understand what a pain in the ass it was. | short-story spy-vs-spy | Maile Meloy | |
| 50f34b0 | I would like to do whatever it is that presses the essence from the hour. | Ellen Meloy |