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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ef511be | The life given us, by nature is short; but the memory of a well-spent life is eternal. | immortality inspirational fame | Marcus Tullius Cicero | |
| 1b017d0 | You have a morbid aversion to dying. You probably resent the fact that you're at war and might get your head blown off any second." "I more than resent it, sir. I'm absolutely incensed." "You have deep-seated survival anxieties. And you don't like bigots, bullies, snobs, or hypocrites. Subconsciously there are many people you hate." "Consciously, sir, consciously," Yossarian corrected in an effort to help. "I hate them consciously." "You're.. | Joseph Heller | ||
| ba5e04b | Oh it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. Oh, it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the oth.. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| eccec73 | Goodness is something chosen. When a man cannot choose he ceases to be a man. | good-and-evil | Anthony Burgess | |
| c1f41d3 | You jerk." Grinning, he backed down the steps. "I'll see you at noon, Kitten." "I hate you," I hissed. "The feeling's mutual." He glanced over his shoulder. "Twenty bucks says you wear a once-piece swimsuit." He was insufferable." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| f3a9438 | It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning. | morning | H.G. Wells | |
| a9fffd8 | A man is responsible for his ignorance. | man men resonsibility willful-ignorance | Milan Kundera | |
| 3764ef0 | That's why I like listening to Schubert while I'm driving. Like I said, it's because all his performances are imperfect. A dense, artistic kind of imperfection stimulates your consciousness, keeps you alert. If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece while I'm driving, I might want to close my eyes and die right then and there. But listening to the D major, I can feel the limits of what humans are capable of.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| e826c41 | I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| e97e948 | My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you. | too-much the-bell-jar sylvia-plath worse think yourself mother thinking | Sylvia Plath | |
| 015d56f | The quality of owning freezes you forever in "I," and cuts you off forever from the "we." -- | John Steinbeck | ||
| 7a5b903 | Garcia wondered why people with JESUS stickers on their bumper always drove twenty miles per hour under the speed limit. If God was my co-pilot, he thought, I'd be doing a hundred and twenty. | humor | Carl Hiaasen | |
| 9c1b69e | The quality of owning freezes you forever in "I," and cuts you off forever from the "we." | John Steinbeck | ||
| 4e3ccc2 | Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it's hit me when it comes to you | romance | Nora Roberts | |
| df62c00 | Set your mind on a definite goal and observe how quickly the world stands aside to let you pass. | Napoleon Hill | ||
| b4737b2 | You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 8f5a99a | Now they were as strangers; worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. | Jane Austen | ||
| 4ce636a | All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. | strength lost | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 85c5d02 | I love, therefore I am vulnerable. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 7ddb92a | As a girl, she had come to believe in the ideal man -- the prince or knight of her childhood stories. In the real world, however, men like that simply didn't exist. | fiction romance reality message-in-a-bottle nicholas-sparks | Nicholas Sparks | |
| fab1ec1 | Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history's in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| af03c05 | We met each other when we were young, before we knew enough about disappointment, and once we did we found we reminded each other of it. | relationships young-love | Nicole Krauss | |
| 0289727 | What's your name?" he asked above the roar of the music. She leaned close. "My name is Wind," she whispered. "And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song." He chuckled a low, delightful sound. She was drunk and silly, and so full of the glory of being young and alive and in the capital of the world that she could hardly contain herself. "I have no name," she purred. "I am whoever the keepers of my fate tell m.. | dance significant dorian-havilliard celaena-sardothien mine masks name | Sarah J. Maas | |
| bb8eaf2 | You must tell Lady Alanna that sometime. I'd do it from a distance. | owned daine misogyny fighting | Tamora Pierce | |
| 3110686 | Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt hollow and empty and aching. | Juliet Marillier | ||
| 73146f2 | A fierce battle was raging inside Harry's brain: But she's ditched Dean! I'm his best mate! If I talked to him first- What if I don't care? | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 6df908f | If children were brought into the world by an act of pure reason alone, would the human race continue to exist? Would not a man rather have so much sympathy with the coming generation as to spare it the burden of existence, or at any rate not take it upon himself to impose that burden upon it in cold blood? | death life pessimism | Arthur Schopenhauer | |
| 7c97c14 | This song is for the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony, and it's called, 'We hate you, please die. | music scott-pilgrim | Bryan Lee O'Malley | |
| 1dea3d2 | I'll find you, don't worry. My body won't be with you all the time, but you'll always have my heart. I'm your worrier, remember? | romance | P.C. Cast + Kristen Cast | |
| 262f892 | A coward judges all he sees by what he is. | Stephen King | ||
| 15984c2 | It's impossible," he snapped. "Why?" "Because I'm Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent. I can't be celibate. Everyone knows that." | confidence love rake | Lisa Kleypas | |
| 0d068f6 | Athena called, "Annabeth Chase, my own daughter." Annabeth squeezed my arm, then walked forward and knelt at her mother's feet. Athena smiled. "You, my daughter, have exceeded all expectations. You have used your wits, your strength, and your courage to defend this city, and our seat of power. It has come to our attention that Olympus is...well, trashed. The Titan lord did much damage that will have to be repaired. We could rebuild it by ma.. | aphrodite ares athena apollo | Rick Riordan | |
| c430a85 | Athena stood in the middle of the road with her arms crossed and a look on her face that made me think . She'd changed out of her armor, into jeans and a white blouse, but she didn't look any less warlike. Her gray eyes blazed. "Well, Percy," she said. "You will stay mortal." "Um, yes, ma'am." "I would know your reasons." "I want to be a regular guy. I want to grow up. Have, you know, a regular high school experience." "And my daughter?" ".. | athena percy-jackson | Rick Riordan | |
| da980fd | Will put his hand on Nico's shoulder. "Nico, we need o have another talk about your people skills." "Hey, I'm just stating the obvious. If this is Apollo, and he dies, we're all in trouble." Will turned to me. "I apologize for my boyfriend." Nico rolled his eyes. "Could you not--" "Would you prefer special guy?" Will asked. "Or significant other?" "Significant annoyance, in your case," Nico grumbled" | romance humor lgbt gay | Rick Riordan | |
| 8220e71 | Every problem is a gift - without problems we would not grow. | inspirational problems growth gift | Anthony Robbins | |
| 7b9dc49 | Find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go. | lauren-oliver romance love inspirational delirium novels | Lauren Oliver | |
| 1e73341 | Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with. He cannot inflame the minds of his audience. | writing inspirational creativity | Henry David Thoreau | |
| a6ba569 | In a strong relationship, you should love your companion more than you need them. | relationship love inspirational need | Steve Maraboli | |
| 87e68fe | I hadn't been out to the hives before, so to start off she gave me a lesson in what she called 'bee yard etiquette'. She reminded me that the world was really one bee yard, and the same rules work fine in both places. Don't be afraid, as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still, don't be an idiot; wear long sleeves and pants. Don't swat. Don't even think about swatting. If you feel angry, whistle. Anger agitates while whistling melts a .. | love | Sue Monk Kidd | |
| d25a5a1 | Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance. | James Joyce | ||
| 075083b | To what will you look for help if you will not look to that which is stronger than yourself? | C.S. Lewis | ||
| 95cbfc7 | I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 5d1e5a7 | He wore sweatpants and a T-shirt and had stopped in the middle of the hall, furiously scratching one bare forearm. "Fleas?" I said." | derek | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 6c1e688 | Men really do need sea-monsters in their personal oceans | John Steinbeck |