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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9594e2e | My heart is really pounding," I said. "That's how you know you're having fun," Margo said." | margo-roth-spiegelman quentin-jacobsen paper-towns | John Green | |
| ea2ec67 | Nothing really mattered that much, not the good things and not the bad ones. We were in the business of mutual amusement, and we were reasonably prosperous. | John Green | ||
| ac31e5d | Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life! | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 25b2d0c | But who are you?" Percy--" I started to say. Then the skeletons turned around. "Gotta go!" What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?" | rachel-elizabeth-dare | Rick Riordan | |
| 35c988a | Forget the chicken-nugget smoke screen. Percy wanted Leo to invent an anti-dream hat. | heroes-of-olympus percy-jackson percy-jackson-and-the-olympians the-mark-of-athena leo-valdez | Rick Riordan | |
| 2c5baaf | And this is the east shore?" Sadie asked. "You said something about that in London--my grandparents living on the east shore." Amos smiled. "Yes. Very good, Sadie. In ancient times, the east bank of the Nile was always the side of the living, the side where the sun rises. The dead were buried west of the river. It was considered bad luck, even dangerous, to live there. The tradition is still strong among... our people." Our people?" I aske.. | percy-reference | Rick Riordan | |
| 9735e35 | Myths are simply stories about truths we've forgotten. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 666fcdf | Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground. | obedience | Terry Pratchett | |
| ded47cb | Argue for your limitations and, sure enough, they're yours. | spiritual inspirational | Richard Bach | |
| d35a754 | After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'I want to see the manager. | William S. Burroughs | ||
| ee555fc | Girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short and wear shirts and boots because it's okay to be a boy; for girls it's like promotion. But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading, according to you, because secretly you believe that being a girl is degrading. | gender-stereotypes | Ian McEwan | |
| ce06e7e | One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die. This life appears unbearable, another unattainable. One is no longer ashamed of wanting to die; one asks to be moved from the old cell, which one hates, to a new one, which one willl only in time come to hate. In this there is also a residue of belief that during the move the master will chance to come along the corridor, look at the prisoner and say: "This man is .. | suicide death cell stuck-in-a-rut crisis revelation prison | Franz Kafka | |
| 7a8c950 | As if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create a sunny person that she became. But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abbys of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it. Though she tried to forget it, the nothingness would visit her periodically - on a lonely rainy afternoon, or at dawn when she woke up from a nightmare. What she needed at such times was t.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 6b3a398 | I thought lightning wasn't supposed to strike in the same place twice....sure it does...but only if you're too dumb to move. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| c5968c1 | A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future. | hopelessness suicide hope | Albert Camus | |
| 9d27aa3 | In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 34a5ce4 | There is no such thing as a lousy job - only lousy men who don't care to do it. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 0535913 | We value virtue but do not discuss it. The honest bookkeeper, the faithful wife, the earnest scholar get little of our attention compared to the embezzler, the tramp, the cheat. | virtue honor | John Steinbeck | |
| a62df2c | She was stronger alone... | strength | Jane Austen | |
| 6417850 | For Children: You will need to know the difference between Friday and a fried egg. It's quite a simple difference, but an important one. Friday comes at the end of the week, whereas a fried egg comes out of a chicken. Like most things, of course, it isn't quite that simple. The fried egg isn't properly a fried egg until it's been put in a frying pan and fried. This is something you wouldn't do to a Friday, of course, though you might do it .. | humour fried-egg | Douglas Adams | |
| f26ed1c | The bird that would soar above the plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. | Douglas Adams | ||
| a82ab23 | Life... is like a grapefruit. Well, it's sort of orangey-yellow and dimpled on the outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. It's got pips inside, too. Oh, and some people have half a one for breakfast. | humor life h2g2 hitchhikers-guide-to-the-galaxy | Douglas Adams | |
| ef7d267 | Holding on to things only breaks your heart. | Mitch Albom | ||
| 6e3f7d1 | I love you now as I write this, and I love you now as you read this | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| e4c0525 | I'm telling you, it's fu**ing hard to be classy | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 7745efc | Then the carousel started, and I watched her go round and round...All the kids tried to grap for the gold ring, and so was old Phoebe, and I was sort of afraid she's fall off the goddam horse, but I didn't say or do anything. The thing with kids is, if they want to grab for the gold ring, you have to let them do it, and not say anything. If they fall off, they fall off, but it is bad to say anything to them. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 54fd630 | Please don't go." He let out an uneven breath. "You'll be fine without me. You always have been." Maybe once, but not now. "How can I convince you to stay?" "You can't." She threw down the torch. "Do you want me to beg, is that it?" "No-never." "Then tell me-" "What more can I say?" he exploded, his whisper rough and harsh "I've already told you everything--I've already told you that if I stay here, if I have to live with Arobynn, I'll snap.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d26859f | A lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back. | stars girl | Sarah J. Maas | |
| f534532 | I never knew I could hate someone as deeply as I do you." "I often help others discover the outer limits of their hatred. It's a talent of mine." | Kresley Cole | ||
| b0a08f5 | What I am going to tell you about is what we teach our physics students in the third or fourth year of graduate school... It is my task to convince you not to turn away because you don't understand it. You see my physics students don't understand it... That is because I don't understand it. Nobody does. | science | Richard P. Feynman | |
| ccea51f | Man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. But to him who does not fear it, everything belongs. If there was no suffering, man would not know his limits, would not know himself. | death inspirational | Leo Tolstoy | |
| a5bbde8 | Yes, love, ...but not the love that loves for something, to gain something, or because of something, but that love that I felt for the first time, when dying, I saw my enemy and yet loved him. I knew that feeling of love which is the essence of the soul, for which no object is needed. And I know that blissful feeling now too. To love one's neighbours; to love one's enemies. To love everything - to Love God in all His manifestations. Some on.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| aa22441 | It's a lot easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 17b3852 | That boy is your company. And if he wants to eat up that tablecloth, you let him, you hear? | Harper Lee | ||
| ca7dbe7 | Where's your sense of adventure?" "Off on a beach somewhere with your sanity?" | Rachel Caine | ||
| 061ea87 | If you will practice being fictional for a while, you will understand that fictional characters are sometimes more real than people with bodies and heartbeats. | inspiration on-fiction values | Richard Bach | |
| 16d5fc3 | For those of us who live at the shoreline standing upon the constant edges of decision crucial and alone for those of us who cannot indulge the passing dreams of choice who love in doorways coming and going in the hours between dawns looking inward and outward at once before and after seeking a now that can breed futures like bread in our children's mouths so their dreams will not reflect the death of ours: For those of us who were imprinte.. | silence poetry life speaking-out | Audre Lorde | |
| 45d55ee | The worst thing that could possibly happen to anybody would be to not be used for anything by anybody. Thank you for using me, even though I didn't want to be used by anybody. | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| 276340c | Ting-a-ling mother fucker. | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| 7b43f7c | To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it. | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| ddd64c6 | I therefore hate the corrupt, slaveholding, women-whipping, cradle-plundering, partial and hypocritical Christianity of the land... I look upon it as the climax of all misnomers, the boldest of all frauds, and the grossest of all libels. Never was there a clearer case of 'stealing the livery of the court of heaven to serve the devil in.' I am filled with unutterable loathing when I contemplate the religious pomp and show, together with the .. | slavery lowly-jesus ministers missionaries solemn-prayer hypocrites devils | Frederick Douglass | |
| 39d7b2c | We sat out there in silence for a minute and then Gus said, " I wish we had that swing set sometimes." "The one from my backyard?" "Yeah. My nostalgia is so extreme that I am capable of missing a swing my butt never actually touched." "Nostalgia is a side effect of cancer," I told him. "Nah, nostalgia is a side effect of dying," he answered. Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my.. | John Green | ||
| fdb0cfe | You were made to be kissed, often and well. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| cad5290 | maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us-- | Mary Oliver |