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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9a9f731 | Now I can lean into joy, even when it makes me feel tender and vulnerable. In fact, I expect tender and vulnerable. Joy is as thorny and sharp as any of the dark emotions. To love someone fiercely, to believe in something with your whole heart, to celebrate a fleeting moment in time, to fully engage in a life that doesn't come with guarantees--these are risks that involve vulnerability and often pain. When we lose our tolerance for discomfo.. | Brené Brown | ||
| f9d324c | I have one word to say upon the subject of profound writers, who are grown very numerous of late; and I know very well the judicious world is resolved to list me in that number. I conceive therefore, as to the business of being profound, that it is with writers as with wells; a person with good eyes may see to the bottom of the deepest, provided any water be there; and often, when there is nothing in the world at the bottom, besides dryness.. | writers | Jonathan Swift | |
| cd0ee6e | For to enter the palace of learning at the great gate requires an expense of time and forms, therefore men of much haste and little ceremony are content to get in by the back-door. | Jonathan Swift | ||
| b1eb238 | Whatever reader desires to have a thorough comprehension of an author's thoughts cannot take a better method than by putting himself into the circumstances and postures of life that the author was in upon every important passage as it flowed from his pen; for this will introduce a parity and strict correspondence of ideas between the reader and the author. Now, to assist the diligent reader in so delicate an affair, as far as brevity will p.. | Jonathan Swift | ||
| 6514b88 | For instance, a crew of pirates are driven by a storm they know not whither; at length a boy discovers land from the topmast; they go on shore to rob and plunder, they see a harmless people, are entertained with kindness; they give the country a new name; they take formal possession of it for their king; they set up a rotten plank, or a stone, for a memorial; they murder two or three dozen of the natives, bring away a couple more, by force,.. | Jonathan Swift | ||
| c372237 | Money equals power; power makes the law; and law makes government. | law money power | Kim Stanley Robinson | |
| d3c8cde | You just don't have faith!" Frank repeated. "Well I hope I never get it! It's like being hit by a hammer in the head!" | religion | Kim Stanley Robinson | |
| a7f8cd8 | The intense thereness of it-haecceity Sax had called it once, when John had asked him something about his religious beliefs-I believe in haecceity, Sax had said, in thisness, in here-and-nowness, in the particular individuality of every moment. That's why I want to know what is this? what is this? what is this? Now, remembering Sax's odd word and his odd religion, John finally understood him; because he was feeling the thisness of the momen.. | feeling life moment | Kim Stanley Robinson | |
| 98b00fc | I walked far down a dirt side road and into a farmer's field - some sort of cereal that was chest high and corn green and rustled as its blades inflicted small paper burns on my skin as I walked through them. And in that field, when the appointed hour, minute, and second of the darkness came, I lay myself down on the ground, surrounded by the tall pithy grain stalks and the faint sound of insects, and held my breath, there experiencing a mo.. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| c111d6c | But then a bumblebee bumbled above us and it stole our attention the way flying things can. Mom... Dad... | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 676c51c | And the reason Luke is thinking about time and free will is because he believes that money is the closest human beings have ever come to crystallizing time and free will into a compact physical form. Cash. Cash is a time crystal. Cash allows you to multiply your will, and it allows you to speed up time. Cash is what defines us as a species. Nothing else in the universe has money. | money time | Douglas Coupland | |
| 40607e1 | As brothers and sister we knew instinctively that if we were going to stand in darkness, best we stand in a darkness we had made ourselves. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 0d1b93f | I don't want to lose you. I can't imagine ever feeling this strongly about anything or anybody ever again. This was unexpected, my soul's connection to you. You stole my loneliness No one knows that I was wishing for you, a thief, to enter my house of autonomy, that I had locked my doors but my Windows were open, hoping, but not believing, you would enter. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| da31164 | When you're young, you feel like life hasn't yet begun, like life is scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays - whenever. But suddenly you're old, and the scheduled life never arrived. I find myself asking, 'Well, then, exactly what was it I was doing with all that time I had before I thought my life would begin? | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 3500506 | How did society ever function without you, little Sharpies? Your nibs have the precise amount of give to create a line quality with character, yet not so much character as to be smushy. Thank you, little pens. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| ac001c3 | Anything's better than Gen X which is what we got. Thanks Douglas Coupland. We sound like a team of mutant vigalantees with frosted hair and chain wallets. Actually that's not completely horrible. | Patton Oswalt | ||
| 3f9b9f4 | To emphasize the heroism of Columbus and his successors as navigators and discoverers, and to deemphasize their genocide, is not a technical necessity but an ideological choice. It serves--unwittingly--to justify what was done. | Howard Zinn | ||
| 80697f7 | Y bien? -Esas cicatrices son horribles -respondio el, casi en susurros. Ella ses llevo la mano a la cadera y se encamino al vestidor. -Todos tenemos cicatrices, Dorian. Resulta que las mias son mas visibles que las de la mayoria. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 3d81cfe | the demon hissed. | manon queen-of-shadows | Sarah J. Maas | |
| bc023c2 | But he'd ... he'd locked me up. Either he so deeply misunderstood me or he'd been so broken by what went on Under the Mountain, but ... he'd locked me up. "I'm not going back." The words rang in me like a death knell. "Not--not until I figure things out." I shoved against the wall of anger and sorrow and outright despair as my thumb brushed over the vacant band of skin where that ring had once sat." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| cae09df | It was hard, sometimes, to remember to hate him. To remember the game I was already playing. Ianthe | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 67d282a | I'm sorry,' I said. 'Sorry? SORRY?' She splayed her arms. Bits of mud flew off. I didn't know what to do with my own-- how to even look her in the eye. I'd seen her mad before, but never...never at me. I'd never had a friend to quarrel with-- who cared enough. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 6a865d0 | She said softly, "You make me want to live, Rowan. Not survive; not exist. Live." -- | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 748c123 | Now she had no choice about what she had to do. What she would do to protect Dorian. It was what she'd realized last night: she did have someone left--one friend. And there was nothing she wouldn't do to keep him safe. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ff37b76 | The seven Courts of Prythian, each ruled by a High Lord, all of them deadly in their own way. They are not merely powerful-they are Power. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 2c1e9c4 | A land where two dreamers had found peace between their peoples. Where there was no wall. No iron wards. No ash arrows. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 1619fb9 | The amethyst in her ring glowed in the firelight. "It was a gift." "From whom?" "That's none of your concern." He shrugged, though she knew betterthan to tell him who'd really given it to her - rather, she knew Chaol wouldn't want Dorian to know."I'd like to know who's been giving rings to my Champion." The way the collar of his black jacket lay across his neck made her unnable to sit still. She wanted to touch him, to trace the line betwee.. | dorian-havilliard-crush | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 0ea236c | Father, brother, lover -- he'd never really declared himself any of them. Certainly not the lover part, thought if Celaena had been another sort of girl, and if Arobynn had raised her differently , perhaps it might have come to that. He loved her like family, yet he put her in the most dangerous positions. He nurtured and educated her, yet he'd obliterated her innocence the first time he'd made her end a life. He'd given her everything, but.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e6dfa93 | When you shatter the chains of this world and forge the next, remember that art is as vital as food to a kingdom. Without it, a kingdom is nothing, and will be forgotten by time. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 619de43 | They stared right back at her, and when they slowly lowered their crossbows, she grinned. She could knock them senseless with a few heavy books. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 9d806b5 | The straw-coated floor crunched beneath her boots, a cool breeze sweeping in from where the roof had been ripped half off thanks to Sorrel's bull. To keep the wyverns from feeling less caged--and so Abraxos could watch the stars, as he liked to do. | cute manon-blackbeak pg67 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| f35f810 | I will keep getting back up, no matter how many times those butchers shove me down. | queen-of-shadows | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 3da32bd | The night she'd been captured, she'd also snapped, and come SO CLOSE to killing the person she most wanted to destroy before someone knocked her out and she awoke in a rotting dungeon. She smiled bitterly as she opened her eyes. It was always the same story, the same loss. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| a489e5f | The prince's eyes shone with amusement at her brashness but lingered a bit too long on her body. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 7a76864 | At least if you're going to hell," he said, the vibrations in his chest rumbling against her, "then we'll be there together." "I feel bad for the dark god already." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| bc0d255 | Five hundred years ago, I fought on battlefields not far from this house. I fought beside human and faerie alike, bled beside them. I will stand on that battlefield again, Nesta Archeron, to protect this house--your people. I can think of no better way to end my existence than to defend those who need it most." I" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 19627c3 | Prick, | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 05b3497 | Fight it. We get to come back. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 0252f1f | She slung an arm around his waist, unwilling to let go of him lest he turn into wind and vanish. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d136c1f | He opened his mouth, but stopped as he beheld her smile. Though she had no regrets about her choice, she felt something strangely like disappointment when he said, "As you wish." | dorian freedom friends | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 31ee9d1 | She was too stunned to object as her mother slipped the chain over her head and arranged the amulet down her front. It hung almost to her navel, a warm, heavy weight. "Never take it off. Never lose it." Her mother kissed her brow. "Wear it, and know that you are loved, Fireheart--that you are safe, and it is the strength of this"--she placed a hand on her heart--"that matters. Wherever you go, Aelin," she whispered, "no matter how far, this.. | pg460 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 3bc9551 | She forgot about time as she drifted between pieces, voicing the unspeakable, opening old wounds, playing and playing as the sound forgave and saved her. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 5c57575 | No, the quest did not end here. Not even close. Dorian slid the keys into his pocket. And the road that now sprawled before him, curving into unknown, awaiting shadow . . . it did not frighten him. | pg676 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 8d49406 | She'd forgotten the name she'd been given, but it made no difference. She had only one name now: Death, devourer of worlds. | pg443 | Sarah J. Maas |