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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 042da7c | Let us pick up our books and our pens, they are the most powerful weapons. | inspirational | Malala Yousafzai | |
| 447195b | If you don't have time to do it right, when will you have the time to do it over? | inspirational excellence attitude | John Wooden | |
| c65c762 | Maybe on day I can be just as lazy as you and turn off lights without moving." "That's something to aspire to." ... "God, you're so modest." "Modesty is for saints and losers. I'm neither." "Wow, Daemon, just wow." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 5c3ba18 | If you don't watch it people will force you one way or the other, into doing what they think you should do, or into just being mule-stubborn and doing the opposite out of spite. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 3372b8e | St. Clair clears his throat. 'My fiancee and I are headed out for a celebratory dessert. I'd ask you all to join us, but I don't want you there. | humor etienne-st-clair | Stephanie Perkins | |
| 22205c4 | Sighing, she gave a brief nod. "I was supposed to win. I was supposed to finish you off. They never counted on you winning. And then you didn't kill me. It was awful." "You're welcome," I said, feeling fresh anger ignite. "I'll try not to humiliate you by letting you live next time." (Max II to Max)" | James Patterson | ||
| afe0900 | I wonder why progress looks so much like destruction. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 4077d87 | When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of his skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That's why you can't fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that's why, when you really connect with a person's inner s.. | love | Lisa Unger | |
| cd0084d | And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion. And whenever those twin poisonous flowers began to sprout in the parched land of that field, Mariam uprooted them. She uprooted them and ditched them before they took hold. | love | Khaled Hosseini | |
| e59325b | Perhaps to be able to learn things quickly isn't everything. To be kind is worth a great deal to other people...Lots of clever people have done harm and have been wicked. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 57127ef | A man does what he can; a woman does what a man cannot. | men-and-women | Isabel Allende | |
| 6d79c94 | In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel. | paulo-coelho | Paulo Coelho | |
| 92b424a | You've never lived what you are thinking, and that isn't good. Only the ideas we actually live are of any value. | thoughts living life | Hermann Hesse | |
| afe0666 | As Lothaire lifted the lid with a sense of dread, Nix murmured, "Hint: it's the middle one." Elizabeth's fragile finger.Seeing it severed like this brought on a visceral reaction--pain shooting through his own hand, radiating throughout his regenerated heart. He closed the lid with a swallow, sentimentally pocketing the package. "You gave her your heart, and she gave you the bird." Nix sighed. "Songs will be written about this." | iad lothaire kresley-cole middle-finger | Kresley Cole | |
| 1b324e1 | Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts... A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding... | cyberspace internet | William Gibson | |
| 67adb2b | Hell is just a frame of mind. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| d3020c6 | But who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky; could anybody stand to know that they all were? | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 7d96d8d | Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something. | harry-potter stupidity draco-malfoy neville-longbottom ron-weasley | J.K. Rowling | |
| 59d51a1 | There should be a place where only the things you want to happen, happen | Maurice Sendak | ||
| f2333a2 | Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone. | David Levithan | ||
| 1dc119d | It couldn't last. Everyone was just killing time. But if all they did was kill time, time would end up killing them. | the-fayz work-ethic productivity | Michael Grant | |
| ef59b55 | Well sure, who doesn't need a boyfriend? but realistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by. At least a quality one. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 82e953a | Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name. | unknown | Cornelia Funke | |
| 9cec616 | We agreed to love each other madly. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 99da994 | So what I want to know is why it is that I can no longer find you, in my mind. You are still there, just, but you are there like a ghost, a will o' the wisp. Not long ago you burned--your heart burned--in my mind like silver fire. But after that night in the inn it became patchy and dim, and now it is not there at all." "Could it be that the heart that you seek is no longer my own? I have given my heart to another." "The boy? The one in the.. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 9cce6ab | Oh, I am fortune's fool! | fate fortune luck | William Shakespeare | |
| e061226 | I gave him my best cryptic smile. He did not fall down to his feet, kiss my shoes, and promise me the world. I must be getting rusty. | humor | Ilona Andrews | |
| 7044432 | Women are still in emotional bondage as long as we need to worry that we might have to make a choice between being heard and being loved. | Marianne Williamson | ||
| 485cd42 | In this dirty minded world, you are either someone's wife or someone's whore. And if you're not either people think there is something wrong with you....but there is nothing wrong with me | John Irving | ||
| 41c7cb7 | A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. | winter fear forest george-r-r-martin a-song-of-ice-and-fire the-wall north coldness trees wind snow | George R.R. Martin | |
| 21e611f | Why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones? | varys ned-stark george-r-r-martin | George R.R. Martin | |
| e2a60b7 | Our tendency in the midst of suffering is to turn on God. To get angry and bitter and shake our fist at the sky and say, "God, you don't know what it's like! You don't understand! You have no idea what I'm going through. You don't have a clue how much this hurts." | suffering jesus god cross crucifixtion hurt | Rob Bell | |
| f23af89 | Most witches don't believe in gods. They know that the gods exist, of course. They even deal with them occasionally. But they don't believe in them. They know them too well. It would be like believing in the postman. | witches | Terry Pratchett | |
| b5a857e | What did you do?" I mumble. He is just a few feet away from me now, but not close enough to hear me. As he passes me he stretches out his hand. He wraps it around my palm and squeezes. Squeezes, then lets go. His eyes are bloodshot; he is pale. "What did you do?" This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peter's grip, though his hands chafe. "What did you do?" I scream. "You die,.. | beatrice-prior dauntless erudite inspirational brave insurgent tobias-eaton tobias tris-prior | Veronica Roth | |
| 7b60920 | Two things fill the mind with ever-increasing wonder and awe, the more often and the more intensely the mind of thought is drawn to them: the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me. | stars morality inspirational awe | Immanuel Kant | |
| 5f5c6bb | With the truth so dull and depressing, the only working alternative is wild bursts of madness and filigree. | Hunter S. Thompson | ||
| 6f75f57 | That kind of love should've been able to beat sickness. That kind of love should've conquered anything. | love onyx | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 47a3605 | Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad? | mist summer | Dodie Smith | |
| bdff7af | All shall be done, but it may be harder than you think. | C.S. Lewis | ||
| ad3e181 | I hated men because they didn't stay around and love me like a father: I could prick holes in them & show they were no father-material. I made them propose and then showed them they hadn't a chance. I hated men because they didn't have to suffer like a woman did. They could die or go to Spain. They could have fun while a woman had birth pangs. They could gamble while a woman skimped on the butter on the bread. Men, nasty lousy men. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 603593c | At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| aa5212d | Even if we all want you here, you don't belong until you decide you do. | decision | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 48b4898 | We must assume every event has significance and contains a message that pertains to our questions...this especially applies to what we used to call bad things...the challenge is to find the silver lining in every event, no matter how negative. | optimism | James Redfield | |
| b559551 | Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative instrument, the individual mind and spirit of man. Nothing was ever created by two men. There are no good collaborations, whether in music, in art, in poetry, in mathematics, in philosophy. Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything. The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of a man. | John Steinbeck |