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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3a54c46 | This is who I am, Seraphine. Naked, with blade and blood. I am vengeance. I am hate. I am sin personified. Never mistake me for the hero of this tale, for I am not and shall never be. I am the villain. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 165ad6d | All her life she'd been warned that men were slaves to their desires, that they held their impulses in barely controlled check. A woman--a lady--must be very, very careful of her actions so she did not put spark to the gunpowder that was a man's libido. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| ffa400f | Silence rose and crossed to the connecting door and knocked. The door was opened almost at once. Michael leaned a shoulder against the doorjamb, a wicked smile playing about his sensuous lips. He was so very big this close--every time it surprised her and made her breathless. "Well, now, and when did ye decide to start knockin' at me door?" Silence fought to keep her face from flaming as she remembered the last time she'd peeked through Mic.. | mickey scandalous-desires silence | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 5acf8d5 | The butterfly startled at Mary's gesture and floated up, drifting on the breeze, its wings sparkling blue and bright in the late afternoon sunshine. Silence watched it, enthralled, and then her eyes met Michael's. A corner of his mouth cocked up. "Welcome home, m'love." | mickey scandalous-desires silence | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 4024dad | Will ye be wantin' this now, madam?" "Yes, please," she whispered. She wanted to engrave the sight of him thus, about to make love to her, in her mind." | mickey oh-gawd-hawt scandalous-desires silence | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| c98138b | Women were something best bought, he'd found. Pay them, f*ck them, and send them away in the morning. That way avoided tears, recriminations, and feminine disappointment. Oh, and small things like being slapped across the face. Mick rubbed his jaw. But Silence wasn't one of his whores, as Harry had pointed out. Mick couldn't send her away. And he couldn't let her starve herself--he wouldn't let anyone hurt her, including herself. | mickey scandalous-desires | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 96cb4dd | I am a whore," she said. "And in addition to that, I am not a nice woman. But despite these facts, my word is gold." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| faa8024 | So hey, once Joshua heals your brother, you want to go do something, get some pomegranate juice, a falafel,or get married or something? | humor | Christopher Moore | |
| 2099902 | They were both lean and blond and weather-beaten, and one evening, as they were portaging gear from their respective Zodiacs, Libby unzipped her survival suit and tied the sleeves around her waist so she could move more freely. Nate said, "You look good in that." No one, absolutely no one, looks good in a survival suit (unless a Day-Glo orange marshmallow man is your idea of a hot date), but Libby didn't even make the effort to roll her eye.. | flirting love | Christopher Moore | |
| ed51038 | This is the man who called the fire department when the toilet backed up, and I'm asking him for help. What was I thinking? Why am I attracted to weak men? | kurt | Christopher Moore | |
| 99e0a23 | Ooo ahe-e, I aya oa a," she said in yawnspeak, a language - not unlike Hawaiian - known for its paucity of consonants." | fluke | Christopher Moore | |
| 50fe9e2 | Mr. Asher, you can resist who you are for only so long. Finally, you just decide to go with fate. | fate ínpirational life | Christopher Moore | |
| 6a308ab | Religion was supposed to be a matter of faith. Gods were not supposed to jump on your desk and snarl at you. They weren't supposed to sit in your office smoking cigarettes. God's didn't do anything. They were supposed to ignore you and let you suffer and die having never known whether your religion was a waste of time. Faith. | inspirational | Christopher Moore | |
| 72ec320 | Abby: I could be a slave to your darkest desires. I can do things. Anything you want. Tommy: Well, that's terrific, because we have a lot of laundry piled up and the apartment is a wreck. Abby: Anything you desire, my lord. I can do laundry, clean, bring you small creatures to quench your thirst until I am worthy. | Christopher Moore | ||
| a14c86f | For it is written that "if the wise man appears always stupid, his failures do not disappoint, and his success gives pleasant surprise." | inspirational | Christopher Moore | |
| dd74fa6 | An original thought would crack your feeble skull like a thunderbolt, you craven vulture. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 9ad15b6 | Inspector, there's no smoking allowed in here," said a uniformed officer who had been called to the scene. Cavuto waved to the drawers [at the morgue]. "Do you think they mind?" The officer shook his head. "No, sir." Cavuto blew a stream of smoke at Gilbert [a dead guy]. "And him, do you think he minds?" No, sir." And you, Patrolman Jeeter, you don't mind, do you?" Jeeter cleared his throat. "Uh...no, sir." Well, good," Cavuto said. "Look, .. | christopher-moore | Christopher Moore | |
| 1f283ac | Just because he was pretty didn't mean he couldn't be improved by a smack upside the head with a piece of earnest hickory | Christopher Moore | ||
| 7280bcd | Is it so hard for you to give up what you never had? | Christopher Moore | ||
| 88f1ffb | Mankind, I suppose, is designed to run on - to be motivated by - temptation. If progress is a virtue then this is our greatest gift. (For what is curiosity if not intellectual temptation? And what progress is there without curiosity?) On the other hand, can you call such profound weakness a gift,or is it a design flaw? Is temptation itself at fault for man's woes, or it simply the lack of judgment in response to temptation? In other words, .. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 0d42ba7 | If manta rays are going to be harmless, they should look more harmless, Pardee thought. Fuckers look like aquatic Draculas. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 42900db | The ones who tell you not to fight are the ones you should fear the most. | Mike Lupica | ||
| 636533b | Ask a burning question, get a burning answer | question | Lynda Barry | |
| 0223ad6 | So ask me if I am alright. 'I'm fine; I'm always fine.' You see this look in my eyes. 'No, I'm fine. I am always fine.' There is a corpse behind my smile. 'Listen, I am fine. Always, always fine as fine can be.' 'Are you okay?' 'I am more than okay. I am more than fine. I am wonderful! | depression friends medicine mental-illness recovery suicidal-thoughts | Emma Rose Kraus | |
| 2ef06c8 | Jesus brings a kingdom ruled by the crucified one and populated by the unclean and always found in the unexpected. I'd expected to look at the past and see only mistakes that I'd moved on from, to see only damage and addiction and tragic self-delusion. But by thinking that way, I'd assumed that God was nowhere to be found back then. But that's kind of an insult to God. It's like saying, 'You only exist when I recognize you.' The kingdom of .. | Nadia Bolz-Weber | ||
| 23e975e | In the end, the only real love in the world is found when you let yourself be truly known. | Nadia Bolz-Weber | ||
| bcf9e8e | But the language of slavery does more than merely picture the gospel. In fact, it is central to the message of salvation. That is because the slavery metaphor points to the reality of Christ's lordship, and the lordship of Christ is essential to the biblical gospel. | John F. MacArthur Jr. | ||
| 1e68726 | Philippa Somerville was annoyed. To her friends the Nixons, who owned Liddel Keep, and with whom Kate had deposited her for one night, she had given an accurate description of Sir William Scott of Kincurd, his height, his skill, his status, and his general suitability as an escort for Philippa Somerville from Liddesdale to Midculter Castle. And the said William Scott had not turned up. She fumed all the morning of that fine first day of May.. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| d6593e3 | All that I've done, thought or been is a series of submissions, either to a false self that I assumed belonged to me because I expressed myself through it to the outside, or to a weight of circumstances that I supposed was the air I breathed. In this moment of seeing, I suddenly find myself isolated, an exile where I'd always thought I was a citizen. At the heart of my thoughts I wasn't I. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 76d82b5 | The abstract intelligence produces a fatigue that's the worst of all fatigues. It doesn't weigh on us like bodily fatigue, nor disconcert like the fatigue of emotional experience. It's the weight of our consciousness of the world, a shortness of breath in our soul. | intelligence pessoa the-book-of-disquiet | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 1524df8 | O resto e a vida que nos deixa, a chama que morre no nosso olhar, a purpura gasta antes de a vestirmos, a lua que vela o nosso abandono, as estrelas que estendem o seu silencio sobre a nossa hora de desengano. Assidua a magoa esteril e amiga que nos aperta o peito com amor. (Meu destino e a decadencia) | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| c453876 | Let's develop theories patiently and honestly thinking them out, in order to promptly act against them - acting and justifying our actions with new theories that condemn them. Let's cut a path in life then go immediately against that path. Let's adopt all the poses and gestures of something we aren't and don't even wish to be, and don't even wish to taken for being. | theories | Fernando Pessoa | |
| c982593 | We never know self-realization. We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 9224d1b | Only poets and philosophers see the world as it really is, for only to them is it given to live without illusions. To see clearly is to not act. | illusions philosophers poets truth | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 828c359 | The existence of laws for the association of ideas, as for all intellectual operations, insults our native indiscipline. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| e77fd1a | Ricordo bene il suo sguardo. Attraversa ancora la mia anima Come una scia di fuoco nella notte. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 5ccf58c | Pertenco a um genero de portugueses Que depois de estar a India descoberta | pessoa poesía | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 17f4f9f | Beauty is the name of something that doesn't exist | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 3693b21 | I'm riding a tram and, as is my habit, slowly absorbing every detail of the people around me. By 'detail' I mean things, voices, words. In the dress of the girl directly in front of me, for example, I see the material it's made of, the work involved in making it - since it's a dress and not just material - and I see in the delicate embroidery around the neck the silk thread with which it was embroidered and all the work that went into that... | life material-goods observance | Fernando Pessoa | |
| c37d647 | May I at least carry, to the boundless possibility contained in the abyss of everything, the glory of my disillusion like that of a great dream, and the splendor of not believing like a banner of defeat; a banner in feeble hands, but still and all a banner, dragged through mud and the blood of the weak but raised high for who knows what reason - whether in defiance, or as a challenge, or in mere desperation - as we vanish into quicksand. No.. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 5f2751d | Between your body and my desire for it Stretches the chasm of you being conscious. If only I could love and possess you Without you existing or being there! | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 853f05a | I don't complain about the horror of life; I complain about the horror of my life. The only fact I worry about is that I exist and suffer and can't even dream of being removed from my feeling of suffering. | existentialism horror suffering worry | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 049760d | And with a relentlessness that comes from the world's depths, with a persistence that strikes the keys metaphysically, the scales of a piano student keep playing over and over, up and down the physical backbone of my memory. It's the old streets with other people, the same streets that today are different; it's dead people speaking to me through the transparency of their absence; it's remorse for what I did or didn't do; it's the rippling o.. | despair hypersensitivity memory no-skin soul | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 8763b5a | So we all die?' "No, no, no! We fight them!' 'How do you fight a dragon?' 'With prayer, boy, with prayer.' 'So we do all die" | Bernard Cornwell |