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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5b8ca76 | I expected to have some tags from reporters, but I'm clear there so far." "I've had all inquiries from media rerouted to my office." She narrowed her eyes "You can do that?" "I can." "Why don't you always do that?" | kyung | J.D. Robb | |
| 59162ff | Since we're into witches, let's swing by and check out this Isis at Spirit Quest." She slid her eyes right. Well, maybe she'd rag just a little. "You can probably buy a talisman or some herbs," she said solemnly. "You know, to ward off evil." Peabody shifted in her seat. Feeling foolish wasn't nearly as bad as worrying about being cursed. "Don't think I won't." "After we deal with Isis, we can grab a pizza sub -- with plenty of garlic." "Ga.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 85ff290 | If children don't push the edges now and again, what's the point of being a child? | J.D. Robb | ||
| 59688a1 | Clearing her throat, Peabody turned the cube on record. "I owe Dallas, Lieutenant Meaniepants Eve, twenty dollars to be paid out of my hard-earned, under-appreciated detective's salary next payday. Peabody, Detective Churchmouse Delia." | J.D. Robb | ||
| a46a894 | She pushed back from the table. "I've got some stuff I need to do." "The Walking Dead said there was chocolate cake." "Jamie," Roarke said mildly. "Sorry," Jamie said reluctantly. "Mister Walking Dead, also known as Summerset, said there was chocolate cake." "And if you eat it all, I'll kill you in your sleep. Then you can join The Walking Dead. Roarke, I need to talk to you." As they started out, she heard Jamie ask: "Think they're gonna g.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| e3bd890 | Don't wear those trousers with that shirt. What are you thinking?" "I'm going to a bust, not a party." "That's no reason not to look your best. Let's see, what's the well-dressed cop wearing these days to take down a major terrorist organization? You can't go wrong with basic black." "Is this a joke?" she asked as he selected another shirt. "Good fashion sense is never a joke." He handed her the shirt, slid a finger down the dent in her chi.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 36cfe31 | I was just wishing for you," he said. "And here you are." "Must be your lucky day, Ace." "Eve." He lifted a hand, not quite steady, skimmed his fingers along her jaw. "Eve," he said again, and his arms were around her, banded like steel as he lifted her off her feet. "Oh God. Eve." She felt the shudder run through him as he buried his face in her hair, against the curve of her neck. And knew she'd been right to come. Whatever else there was.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| caeeae2 | He reached in his pocket, took out the gray button that had fallen off her suit the first time they'd met. When she'd viewed him as a murder suspect. "And I have my talisman to remind me." It never failed to baffle her--and on a deeper level delight her--that he carried it with him, always. "What ever happened to that suit anyway?" Humor flickered in his eyes. "It was hideous, and met the fate it deserved. This"--he held up the button--.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 3465c3d | When his mouth was on hers, when he could feel her about to shatter yet again, he plunged into her, knocking her over the edge with that first rough stroke. And still he thought: More. Even as she shuddered, he shoved her knees up and went deeper inside her. His vision blurred, but through the red haze of lust he could see her eyes. Deep, dark, glazed like glass to throw his own reflection back at him. "I'm inside you." He panted it out as .. | J.D. Robb | ||
| cf9cc7e | A lot of people find rural landscapes relaxing." "Sure, until you start wondering what's creeping behind those trees, or slithering along in the grass." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 4ab8943 | Maybe I just didn't want it to be Benny because he really loves her, and if I was wrong about that, it'd be depressing. Who wants to be depressed?" "Poets," Eve decided. "You have to think they must." "Okay, other than poets." | friends humor love poets | J.D. Robb | |
| c29e8ba | Then I'll tell you the simple and most complex answer is love. It's where you start, and where, if you work hard enough, want hard enough, you end. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 92711d2 | It wasn't that you could take them for granted, as such - heaven knows, nothing can be taken for granted in this life - it was simply that you would know, almost unthinkingly, that they'd be there if you needed them, no matter how bad things got. | unconditional-love | Gail Honeyman | |
| a0af796 | I felt the heat where his hand had been; it was only a moment, but it left a warm imprint, almost as though it might be visible. A human hand was exactly the right weight, exactly the right temperature for touching another person, I realized. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 4b512ed | It seemed there was an announcement every five minutes from the mythical conductor, imparting sagacious gems such as "large items should be placed in the overhead luggage racks", or that "passengers should report any unattended items to the train crew as soon as possible". I wondered at whom these pearls of wisdom were aimed; some passing extraterrestrial, perhaps, or a yak herder from Ulan Bator who had trekked across the steppes, sailed t.. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| bdff66d | There have been times when I felt that I might die of loneliness. People sometimes say they might die of boredom, that they're dying for a cup of tea, but for me, dying of loneliness is not a hyperbole. When I feel like that, my head drops and my shoulders slump and I ache, I physically ache, for human contact - I truly feel that I might tumble to the ground and pass away if someone doesn't hold me, touch me. I don't mean a lover - this rec.. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 40a98b3 | What makes a good book? | Jane Yolen | ||
| f4fc9e5 | We are all monsters" Hannah said. "Because we are letting it happen." She said it not as if she believed it but as she were to repeat something she had heard before." | Jane Yolen | ||
| ba04e4d | That's the thing I like about birthdays, they stay in one place. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 4f1cf5a | It's like the corporate world's full of ghosts ... maybe a fairer way of putting this would be to say that adulthood's full of ghosts ... these people who've ended up in one life instead of another and they are just so disappointed ... They've done what's expected of them. They want to do something different but it's impossible now, there's a mortgage, kids, whatever, they're trapped ... High-functioning sleepwalkers, essentially. | ghosts | Emily St. John Mandel | |
| 6169337 | The beauty of this world where almost everyone was gone. If hell is other people, what is a world with almost no people in it? Perhaps soon humanity would simply flicker out, but Kirsten found this thought more peaceful than sad. So many species had appeared and later vanished from this earth; what was one more? How many people were even left now? | earth extinction humanity | Emily St. John Mandel | |
| f7b25a8 | Her only shame was that she felt none. | life shame | Nicholas Evans | |
| 64f3bd7 | The important things in life never happened by accident. But even with those things that were meant to be, sometimes you had to wait awhile and then maybe give them a little nudge. | Nicholas Evans | ||
| 39cb7aa | I guess that's all forever is. Just one big long trail of nows. And I guess all you can do is try and live one now at a time without getting too worked up about the last now or the next now. | Nicholas Evans | ||
| 16da0d8 | I'd realized that in writing happiness is useless-without suffering there is no story. | story suffering writing | Isabel Allende | |
| 4115519 | It's not like you take the right turning and you get everlasting happiness and you take the wrong one and your life's a disaster. In real life it's often impossible to tell which decision is the one you should make because what you stand to gain and what you stand to lose are sometimes-often-neck and neck. | Marian Keyes | ||
| 2ebe275 | Political correctness is a minefield | Marian Keyes | ||
| b49b20c | In an unpredictable and unpleasant world it was both unusual and very pleasant to hear what I wanted to hear. | life | Marian Keyes | |
| 5b5191f | as you know, I don't believe in fear, just an invention by men so they get all the money and good jobs... | gender humor keyes | Marian Keyes | |
| 294f5a9 | I forced myself to stop thinking about it. I went to the room in my brain where all my thoughts about Adam lived and disconnected the electricity and boarded up all the doors and windows, so nothing could get out. Obviously it was very unsightly. There were bound to be complaints from the neighboring thoughts. But I had no choice. | thoughts | Marian Keyes | |
| 67c7f0b | There Lives More Faith in Honest Doubt, Believe Me, Than Half the Creeds. - Alfred, Lord Tennyson | Fannie Flagg | ||
| 34da77e | I thought I was going to die right there on the spot. I've never heard anything so terrible in my whole life. I hope she is wrong and I never get a period. I am eleven years old and entirely too young to hear about it. Can you imagine my mother not knowing what Kotex are for and dusting the house with them? Well, her mother can just tell her what they are for. I'm not getting into the facts of life. I haven't heard one fact of life I like y.. | humor | Fannie Flagg | |
| fca6ceb | I think a relationship is like two stories," I say at last, feeling my way cautiously through my thoughts. "Like...two open books, pressing together, and all the words mingle into one big, epic story. But if they stop mingling..." I lift my glass for emphasis. "Then they turn into two stories again. And that's when it's over." I clap my hands together, spilling champagne. "The books shut. The End." -- | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 06a124f | We both gaze down at my swollen tummy for a while. I still can't quite get my head round the fact that there's a baby inside my body. Which has got to come out... somehow. OK, let's not go there. There's still time for them to invent something. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 157f130 | If you're single, then I'm single?" What's that supposed to be? Lyrics to a pop song?" | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| f4b7efd | Um... yes," I say desperately. "I was just wondering... could we possible put it off for a little bit? Just a few minutes." Hilary's face freezes. "What?" she says at last. I have a dreadful feeling she's going to explode. "I feel a bit confused. I need more time to think..." I trail off at Hilary's expression. She comes toward me and brings her face very close to mine. She's still smiling, but her eyes are snapping and her nostrils fla.. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 205a885 | Your job is obviously very pressured." "I thrive under pressure," I explain. Which is true. I've known that about myself ever since... Well. Ever since my mother told me when I was about 8." | stress | Sophie Kinsella | |
| a553e7c | Other people's eyes are limitless and that's what scares me. | eyes love people story | Sophie Kinsella | |
| b70a1c4 | Yes, contractions can be intense,' Noura continues. 'But your bodies are designed to handle it. And what you must remember is, it's a positive pain. I'm sure you'll both agree?' She looks over at Mum and Janice. POSITIVE?' Janice looks up, horrified. 'Ooh, no, dear. Mine was agony. 24 hours in the cruel summer heat. I wouldn't wish it on any of you poor girls.' But there are natural methods you can use,' Noura puts in quickly. 'I'm sure you.. | humor | Sophie Kinsella | |
| c0b04b4 | But I'm sick of this bloody jagged graph. You know, two steps up, one step down. It's so painful. It's so slow. It's like this endless game of snakes and ladders." And Mum just looked at me as if she wanted to laugh or maybe cry, and said, "But Audrey, that's what life is. We're all on a jagged graph. I know I am. Up a bit, down a bit. That's life." | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 46120b7 | It's funny how life works like a seesaw: Some things go up while others plunge down. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 73d3b43 | This is what's so annoying about going out with Luke. You can't get away with anything. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| d0bf8eb | You're working for me cut out the attitude. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| f65ab73 | To be honest, going out with Ed after Josh is like moving on to Duchy Originals super-tasty seeded loaf after plastic white bread. (I don't mean to be rude about Josh. And I didn't realize it at the time. But it is. He is. Plastic white bread.) | relationships | Sophie Kinsella |