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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d2a8c0d | I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death, although I cannot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die. I am not like the others now, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but I do. I regret. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| d63d69b | There's no story,' I say. 'I saw you one day, and I just knew. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| eb158f5 | I am strong, but I am tired, Stephen, tired of always having to be the strong one, of always having to do the right thing. | rest tired strong | Brenda Joyce | |
| a4b5315 | Only God knows how much I love you. | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| 8b31d7a | I would give the greatest sunset in the world for one sight of New York's skyline. Particularly when one can't see the details. Just the shapes. The shapes and the thought that made them. The sky over New York and the will of man made visible. What other religion do we need? And then people tell me about pilgrimages to some dank pesthole in a jungle where they go to do homage to a crumbling temple, to a leering stone monster with a pot bell.. | new-york-city | Ayn Rand | |
| c475e15 | and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 1b2d7d0 | I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand different matters, money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair-cut and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick an.. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 0535159 | The opinion which other people have of you is their problem, not yours. | inspirational | Elisabeth Kübler-Ross | |
| 8f4b08e | When I was seventeen, I don't think I even knew what love was. But when it's right, it's right, and you just know it. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| f59a3b3 | You must remember, my dear lady, the most important rule of any successful illusion: First, the people must want to believe in it. | deceit | Libba Bray | |
| 64c46b0 | I know what I want, I have a goal, an opinion, I have a religion and love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied. I know that I'm a woman, a woman with inward strength and plenty of courage. | Anne Frank | ||
| 1ccee3b | Whether or not you find your own way, you're bound to find some way. If you happen to find my way, please return it, as it was lost years ago. I imagine by now it's quite rusty. | Norton Juster | ||
| 09bae38 | I could not unlove him now, merely because I found that he had ceased to notice me. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| dfafe4e | Because sometimes you just have to dance like a madman in the Self-Help section of your local bookstore. | humor | David Levithan | |
| 0203c5b | You can only control your own actions. Not other people's reactions. | Emily Giffin | ||
| 3e4dcc7 | Reading is probably another way of being in a place. | reading | José Saramago | |
| ea8078b | There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself. | people | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| 1651f03 | Revolution is not a one time event. | Audre Lorde | ||
| 5c7c3aa | Dude, you're such a geek. And that's coming from an overweight Star Trek fan who scored a 5 on the AP Calculus test. So you know your condition is grave | John Green | ||
| 63f8254 | Lightning makes no sound until it strikes. | Martin Luther King Jr. | ||
| 9f75004 | I hear my heartbeat. I have been looking at him too long, but then, he has been looking back, and I feel like we are both trying to say something the other can't hear, though I could be imagining it. Too long - and now even longer, my heart even louder, his tranquil eyes swallowing me whole. | Veronica Roth | ||
| 5c3c518 | I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once. | love sad | George R.R. Martin | |
| 3debb1b | You begin to forget what it means to live. You forget things. You forget that you used to feel all right. You forget what it means to feel all right because you feel like shit all the time, and you can't remember what it was like before. People take the feeling of full for granted. They take for granted the feeling of steadiness, of hands that do not shake, heads that do not ache, throats not raw with bile and small rips of fingernails forc.. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 8ac8e69 | Finding one important thing in your life doesn't mean you have t | inspirational | Paulo Coelho | |
| f8eef81 | It's your life-but only if you make it so. | inspirational | Eleanor Roosevelt | |
| 86634cd | People would rather believe than know. | inspirational activism environment animals | Edward O. Wilson | |
| ad61135 | Light a candle instead of cursing the darkness. | inspirational | Eleanor Roosevelt | |
| 85a0292 | I shall be dumped where the weed decays, And the rest is rust and stardust | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| b3ab52e | Honestly, as much as I love my brother, I'm not sure how I feel about him hanging out in your bedroom." He reached out with a muscular arm and used his fingers to brush a few strands of hair off my cheek, tucking them behind my ear. I shivered, and he smiled. "I feel like I need to mark my territory." "Shut up." "Oh, I love it when you get all bossy-pants. It's sexy." | funny katy | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| ce063f9 | It's just words and words mean nothing. Only action does. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| ba67e9b | If wishes were fishes, we'd all throw nets. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| e82aea1 | Love allows understanding to dawn, and understanding is precious. Where you are understood, you are at home. Understanding nourishes belonging. When you really feel understood, you feel free to release yourself into the trust and shelter of the other person's soul. | understanding | John O'Donohue | |
| 25514db | Run when you have to, fight when you must, rest when you can. | machera | Robert Jordan | |
| cf6a3f7 | Dear Jesus, do something. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 4ac89e0 | I could tell you my adventures--beginning from this morning," said Alice a little timidly; "but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then." | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 04d2594 | This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a story. But you have to choose: live or tell. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| fd8695f | I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn't. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| 45d6265 | Some people are born to make great art and others are born to appreciate it. Don't you think? It is a kind of talent in itself, to be an audience, whether you are the spectator in the gallery or you are listening to the voice of the world's greatest soprano. Not everyone can be the artist. There have to be those who witness the art, who love and appreciate what they have been privileged to see. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 48440c9 | It is a slightly arresting notion that if you were to pick yourself apart with tweezers, one atom at a time, you would produce a mound of fine atomic dust, none of which had ever been alive but all of which had once been you. | self-awareness science | Bill Bryson | |
| 5253130 | Finding one important thing in your life doesn't mean you have to give up all the other important things. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| fbee5ba | How does one hate a country, or love one? Tibe talks about it; I lack the trick of it. I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's .. | the-left-hand-of-darkness sci-fi | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| c03c480 | His tunic was unbuttoned at the top, and he ran a hand through his blue-black hair before he wordlessly slumped against the wall across from me and slid to the floor. "What do you want?" I demanded. "A moment of peace and quiet," he snapped, rubbing his temples. I paused. "From what?" He massaged his pale skin, making the corners of his eyes go up and down, out and in. He sighed. "From this mess." I sat up farther on my pallet of the hay. I.. | rhysand friendly rhys tired lonely | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 4ea9002 | I place my hands over her ears and tip her head back, and kiss her, and try to put my heart into hers, for safekeeping, in case I lose it again. | Audrey Niffenegger | ||
| d44c3d1 | To love makes one solitary. | Virginia Woolf |