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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 26942d0 | I was certain t find the familiar sting of salt, but what I needed to know was what kind: kitchen, sweat, tears or the sea. | vietnamese writing | Monique Truong | |
| 6290f96 | Alcohol, I had learned, was an eloquent if somewhat inaccurate interpreter. I had placed my trust that December night in glass after glass of it, eager not for drink but for a bit of talk. | asian-american vietnamese | Monique Truong | |
| 47c5a5a | When you discover that you are living in a fantasy that cannot endure, a fantasy that will destroy your world, and your children, what do you do? People said things like, Fuck it, or Fuck the future. They said things like, The day is warm, or This meal is excellent, or Let's go to the lake and swim. | Kim Stanley Robinson | ||
| fbf8ec1 | It was a world of acts, and words had no more influence on acts than the sound of a waterfall has on the flow of the stream. | words | Kim Stanley Robinson | |
| d914a98 | Righteous indignation is like some kind of drug or religious mania, addictive and stupidifying. | Kim Stanley Robinson | ||
| e7a7397 | It was not power that corrupted people, but fools who corrupted power. | Kim Stanley Robinson | ||
| 6f8dc68 | In an expanding universe, Spencer had said, order was not really order, but merely the difference between the actual entropy exhibited and the maximum entropy possible. | Kim Stanley Robinson | ||
| 35ad4c7 | And so sometimes when you feel strange, when a pang tugs at your heart or it seems like the moment has already happened- or when you look up in the sky and are surprised at the sight of bright Jupiter between clouds, and everything suddenly seems stuffed with a vast significance-consider that some other person somewhere is entangled with you in time, and is trying to give some push to the situation, some little help to make things better. T.. | Kim Stanley Robinson | ||
| 62c18d5 | Oh, to be young. To still be one's own hero. | David Guterson | ||
| cc141b8 | He hoped it would snow recklessly and bring to the island the impossible winter purity, so rare and precious, he remembered fondly from his youth. | David Guterson | ||
| e3bcad8 | We Japanese, on the other hand, know our egos are nothing. We bend our egos, all of the time, and that is where we differ. That is the fundamental difference, Hatsue. We bend our heads, we bow and are silent, because we understand that by ourselves alone, we are nothing at all, dust in a strong wind, while the 'hakujin' believes his aloneness is everything, his separateness is the foundation of his existence. He seeks and grasps, seeks and .. | inspirational provocative thoughtful | David Guterson | |
| e50bb5a | The worst job in the whole world must be recycling toilet paper. | recycle toilet-paper | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 84541e7 | You don't believe magic is possible in lives lived within traditional boundaries. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 71a0884 | Canadian winters are long. Life is hard and so is ice. | hockey | Douglas Coupland | |
| 13adf74 | I don't understand the human heart. Only pain makes it grow stronger. Only sorrow makes it kind. Contentment makes it wither, and joy seems to build walls around it. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 3704e4c | And when you do find this letter, you know what? Something extraordinary will happen. It will be like a reverse solar eclipse - the sun will start shining down in the middle of the night, imagine that! - and when I see this sunlight it will be my signal to go running out into the streets, and I'll shout over and over, "Awake! Awake! The son of mine who once was lost has now been found!" I'll pound on every door in the city, and my cry will .. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 43dbc58 | Rick feels almost the way he used to halfway through his third drink, his favorite moment, the way he wishes all moments in life could feel: heightened with the sense that anything could happen at any moment--that being alive is important, because just when you least expect it, you might receive exactly what you least expect. | life possibility wishful-thinking | Douglas Coupland | |
| 6e29c07 | You call this progress, because you have motor cars and telephones and flying machines and a thousand potions to make you smell better? And people sleeping on the streets? | zinn | Howard Zinn | |
| 04e0cca | Our democracy is but a name. We vote? What does that mean? It means that we choose between two bodies of real, though not avowed, autocrats. We choose between Tweedledum and Tweedledee. . . . | Howard Zinn | ||
| f1c79ed | the atmosphere of war brutalizes everyone involved, begets a fanaticism in which the original moral factor is buried at the bottom of a heap of atrocities committed by all sides. | war | Howard Zinn | |
| bbe0f22 | A black man, Benjamin Banneker, who taught himself mathematics and astronomy, predicted accurately a solar eclipse, and was appointed to plan the new city of Washington, wrote to Thomas Jefferson: I suppose it is a truth too well attested to you, to need a proof here, that we are a race of beings, who have long labored under the abuse and censure of the world; that we have long been looked upon with an eye of contempt; and that we have long.. | Howard Zinn | ||
| 8414ed1 | Red exploded in my vision, and I couldn't breathe fast enough, couldn't think above the roar in my head. One heartbeat, I was staring after him--the next, I had my shoe in a hand. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ce83ee2 | With that, the stranger stepped from the mist. She had two long daggers in her hands. And both blades were dark with dripping blood. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 063e0fc | Aedion nocked an arrow into his bow, arm straining as he pulled back the string. As one, the army gathered on the city walls did the same. "Let's make this a fight worthy of a song," Aedion said." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 46b6c3d | It was a message to the world. Aelin was a warrior, able to fight with blade or magic. And she was done with hiding. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 8e8f03b | They were refugees: unwanted and without any rights. Without any voice. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 85bbcfe | Andras was looking for a cure, | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 25b68de | It's a good thing while you have superior hearing, I possess superior abilities to keep my mouth shut. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 30734ff | So unaware of the true extent of how broken and dark I was inside. How unfit I was to be clothed in white when my hands were so filthy. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 2013627 | Now that we've settled that," Rhys drawled from behind me, "can we please eat? I'm famished." Amren opened her mouth with a wry smile, but he added, "Do not say what you were going to say, Amren." Rhys gave Cassian a sharp look. Both of them were still bruised--but healing fast. "Unless you want to have it out on the roof." Amren clicked her tongue and instead jerked her chin at me. "I heard you grew fangs in the forest and killed some Hybe.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 199394a | Celaena pulled another book toward her and grinned. It was as if someone had read her mind. It was a large black volume entitled The Walking Dead in tarnished silver letters. Thankfully, the captain didn't see the title before she opened it. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b01e0ad | If it won't respond to humans, then it will have to be killed," Dorian said offhandedly, and a spark went through Celaena. "Kill it? Kill it? For what reason? What did it do to you?" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 81017eb | Kaltain unleashed the last of her shadowfire, tipping her face to the ceiling, toward a sky she'd never see again. She took every wall and every column. As she brought it all crashing and crumbling around them, Kaltain smiled, and at last burned herself into ash on a phantom wind. | pg602 sacrifice | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 0d1e27e | Such a great shift in the world in those initial centuries, so many working to move past war, to heal, that the wall ... the wall became permanent. The wall became legend. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 5cba1ab | This beast was not a man, not a lesser faerie. He was one of the High Fae, one of their ruling nobility: beautiful, lethal, and merciless. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| c74f24a | Estas pensando en volver a morder el taco? Porque en ese caso me gustaria llamar al pintor de la corte para recordar siempre esa imagen. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f087556 | What is that bruise?" Lucien demanded. I pointed with my fork to Tamlin. "Ask him. He did it." Lucien looked from Tamlin to me and then back again. "Why does Feyre have a bruise on her neck from you?" he asked with no small amount of amusement. "I bit her," Tamlin said, not pausing as he cut his steak" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 3bcce1d | The smallest of them was sprawled on his belly, face buried in a mound of wildflowers. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 0e40e7e | It would take time, he knew--for it to stop hurting, to let go. But the pain wouldn't last forever. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d4f5f04 | Where are you going?" He looked over his shoulder at me. "If I stay, you won't get any sleep." "Stay," I said. "I promise to keep my hands to myself." Lie--such an outright lie. He gave me a half smile that told me he knew it, too, but nestled down, tugging me into his arms. I wrapped an arm around his waist and rested my head in the hollow of his shoulder. He idly stroked my hair. I didn't want to sleep--didn't want to lose a minute with h.. | goodbye hold intimate lie stay tamlin touching | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 1e82190 | I've never seen anyone move like she did," Chaol breathed. "I've never seen anyone run that fast. Dorian, it was like..." Chaol shook his head. "I found a horse within of her taking off, and she outran me. Who can do that?" Dorian might have dismissed it as a warped sense of time due to fear and grief, but he'd had coursing through his veins only moments ago." | chaol-westfall dorian-havilliard nehemia-s-death pg239 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 980589a | Immortal strength--more a curse than a gift. I'd dented and folded every piece of silverware I'd touched for three days upon returning here, had tripped over my longer, faster legs so often that Alis had removed any irreplaceable valuables from my rooms (she'd been particularly grumpy about me knocking over a table with an eight-hundred-year-old vase), and had shattered not one, not two, but five glass doors merely by accidentally closing t.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 9182b5e | Tall, broad-shouldered, every inch of him seemingly corded with muscle, he was a male blooded with power. He paused in a dusty shaft of sunlight, his silver hair gleaming. As if his delicately pointed ears and slightly elongated canines weren't enough to scare the living shit out of everyone in that alley, including the now-whimpering madwoman behind Celaena, a wicked-looking tattoo was etched down the left side of his harsh face, the whorl.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 9e530e6 | Farran is a monster," Sam said, not looking at her. "You said so yourself. And if anything goes wrong, the last place I want you to be is in his hands." | Sarah J. Maas |