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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3e4dcc7 | Reading is probably another way of being in a place. | reading | José Saramago | |
| 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 | |
| 3060531 | Stupid bitch,' Tori muttered. 'oh let's take the necromancer with the superpowers to the cemetery. Of course you aren't going to raise the dead, you silly girl. | reckoning tori | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 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 strong tired | Brenda Joyce | |
| 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 | ||
| 09bae38 | I could not unlove him now, merely because I found that he had ceased to notice me. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 7f007c3 | When they give you lined paper, write the other way. | ray-bradbury | Ray Bradbury | |
| cd2df69 | I want to get to know every freckle and every curve on a personal level." "I think you did that last night." "Nah." He shook his head. "That was just a meet and greet. I want to know their hopes and dreams." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| cc9f0d2 | Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar... | nostalgia | William Faulkner | |
| a4b5315 | Only God knows how much I love you. | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| 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. | activism animals environment inspirational | Edward O. Wilson | |
| ad61135 | Light a candle instead of cursing the darkness. | inspirational | Eleanor Roosevelt | |
| 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 | ||
| 0114965 | I have one outstanding trait in my character, which must strike anyone who knows me for any length of time, and that is my knowledge of myself. I can watch myself and my actions, just like an outsider. The Anne of every day I can face entirely without prejudice, without making excuses for her, and watch what's good and what's bad about her. This 'self-consciousness' haunts me, and every time I open my mouth I know as soon as I've spoken whe.. | Anne Frank | ||
| 72507b6 | The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to seekers after it. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 82859c5 | There are so many ways of being despicable it quite makes one's head spin. But the way to be really despicable is to be contemptuous of other people's pain. | pain suffering | James Baldwin | |
| 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. | science self-awareness | 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 | ||
| b37a9b9 | In the lives of children, pumpkins turn into coaches, mice and rats turn into men. When we grow up, we realize it is far more common for men to turn into rats. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 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 .. | sci-fi the-left-hand-of-darkness | 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.. | friendly lonely rhys rhysand tired | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 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 | ||
| 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 | ||
| d72335b | I enjoy my anger, it's the only hobby I have. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 3654367 | I would rather be a man of paradoxes than a man of prejudices. | prejudice | Jean-Jacques Rousseau |