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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 43f3613 | Why me?" "Because you draw me. Because you are kind but not soft. Because when you touch me, the pain is bittersweet. Because you cradle a desperate secret to your bosom, like a viper in your arms, and don't let go of it even as it gnaws upon your very flesh. I want to pry that viper from your arms. To suckle upon your torn and bloody flesh. To take your pain within myself and make it mine." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| c401371 | Rebecca held her head high and swanned across the hallway, but as she neared the footman, she could see quite plainly that his gaze was not where it should be. She stopped dead and slapped her hands over her bosom. "Its too low, isn't it? I knew I shouldn't have listened to that maid. She might not mind her boobies hanging out for all to see, but i just can't-" Her brain suddenly caught up with her mouth. She removed her hands from her bos.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 526d385 | She was already in his palace, in his life. He couldn't go back--and wouldn't even if he could. She was so close to him now that it was as if he held her in his palm like a glowing ember--and gave thanks for the pain even as he inhaled the smoke from his burning flesh. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| b818c04 | That thought--that she was carrying his babe--steadied him enough to start off again. It was a strange but not unwelcome feeling to know that she carried his child. That someday she would hold a babe against her pretty white breast and that the child would be part of him as well. For the first time in a very long while, he yearned to see tomorrow. | godric lord-of-darkness | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| c870782 | Harry tucked her arm through his and marched her to the door. "Stop!" "What?" Men could be so obtuse. "Do I look like I've just been tumbled?" Harry's lips twitched. "You look like the most beautiful woman in the world." He kissed her soundly again. He hadn't exactly answered her question, but it was too late now." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| ed79222 | You are different." She lifted a hand to delicately trace his hairline. He closed his eyes, feeling her fingers tremble against his skin. "For whatever reason," she said softly, "when you are with me, you are simply Isaac and I am Coral." | elizabeth-hoyt ice-princess issac | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 1f3f875 | This was madness; this was delirium. | thief-of-shadows | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 2b9613a | He built a tower to try and be closer to her and walled himself inside." She stared at him for a moment as if waiting for something. "And?" He glanced at her, puzzled. "And, what?" She widened her eyes. "How does the story end? Did the sorcerer win his Moon Maiden?" "Of course not," he said irritably. "She lived on the and was quite unattainable. I suppose he must've starved or pined away or fallen off the wall at some point." | humor | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 143a6e5 | True the greater part of the Irish people was close to starvation. The numbers of weakened people dying from disease were rising. So few potatoes had been planted that, even if they escaped bight, they would not be enough to feed the poor folk who relied upon them. More and more of those small tenants and cottagers, besides, were being forced off the land and into a condition of helpless destitution. Ireland, that is to say, was a country u.. | famine ireland potato whigs | Edward Rutherfurd | |
| 95daef9 | Don't you know that there's another bubble as well An expectations bubble. Bigger houses private planes yachts ...... stupid salaries and bonuses. People come to desire these things and expect them. But the expectations bubble will burst as well as all bubbles do. Come to my gallery and I will sell you beautiful things at a more reasonable price. But the point is that they will have value. Things of real beauty things of the spirit. | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| d000c4a | However much you may fall in love, do not waste that love on a woman who is not considerate in return. | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| 6b02926 | He had risked his freedom and his pride to buy her this, to acknowledge that part of her that everyone else seemed to want to get rid of. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 63351f7 | Have you never met anyone who works in a record store? There is no greater repository of unjustified arrogance in the world. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 7fa0776 | Normally if I met a guy who was unemployed and illiterate who hadn't bathed in a couple of weeks, I'd be standing in a puddle with excitement, but I'm sort of in a bad mood tonight, so take this bag and give me the fu**ing paper before I pop your head like a zit. He said, you're a lesbian, aren't you? | Christopher Moore | ||
| 15d75dd | Careful crossing the street," Tommy called back to her as he crossed. [Jody is drunk] "Ha!" Jody said. "I am a finely tuned predator. I am a superbeing. I --" And at that point she bounced her forehead off a light pole with a dull twang and was suddenly lying on her back, " -- | you-suck | Christopher Moore | |
| 3fd9cf2 | Oh, do fuck off. You Muslims and your aversion to drink. Fucking slaughter the greater part of the Western fucking world in Allah's name, but someone wants to toast to your health and suddenly it's all piety, prayer, throw out the pork, and let's put draperies around the women. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 352fa5d | I think this is a bodhi tree," I said, "just like Buddha sat under! It's so exciting. I'm feeling sort of enlightened just standing here. Really, I can feel ripe bodhies squishing between my toes." Joshua looked at my feet. "I don't think those are bodhies. There was a cow here before us." I lifted my foot out of the mess. "Cows are overrated in this country. Under the Buddha's tree too. Is nothing sacred?" | Christopher Moore | ||
| 687b9eb | FYI, when I type WTF, you are supposed to read Same with OMG, and OMFG, which are and Only a completely lame Disney Channel nimnode pronounces the letters. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 39b45e8 | So know this, little one. Whether you are the Messiah, or you become a rabbi, or even if you are nothing more than a farmer, here is the sum of all I can teach you, and all that I know: treat others as you would like to be treated. Can you remember that? | Christopher Moore | ||
| 9ec5646 | True, I am drunk, and small, and damp, but mistake not my moistness for weakness, although there's an argument to be made for that, as well. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 1c2c4a0 | Y'know, the Duchess Regan is living here at the tower now? I took your advice about not talking about her boffnacity [footnote], even with the duke dead and all, can't be too careful. Although, I caught sight of her in a dressing gown one day she was up on the parapet outside her solar. Fine flanks on that princess, despite the danger of death and all for sayin' so, sir." -Yeomen Aye, the lady is fair, and her gadonk as fine as frog fur [.... | fool | Christopher Moore | |
| e932af8 | Soon a whole guild of low-priced shrine keepers around Europe named their own pope - Boldface the Relatively Shameless, Discount Pope of Prague. The price war was on [...] The Retail Pope would offer cheesy bacon toppings on the Host with communion and the Discount Pope would counter with topless nun night for midnight mass. | fool | Christopher Moore | |
| 748ebdc | One time you take a hundred thousand dollars and let a vampire go, the whole world turns on you like you're some kind of bad guy. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 796c706 | Slowly and gently, Augustus Brine explained to the king of the Djinn about the illusion created by motion pictures. When he finished, he felt like he had just raped the tooth fairy in front of a class of kindergartners. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 0684535 | Your puny worm god weapons are useless against my superior Christmas Kung Fu. | Christopher Moore | ||
| bd343fa | Creep we did, until we were just outside the halo of firelight. Three bent-backed hags were walking a slow circle around a large cauldron, dropping in twisted bits of this and that as they chanted. "Double, double, toil and trouble: Fire burn, and cauldron bubble." "Witches," whispered Kent, paying tribute to the god of all things bloody fucking obvious." | Christopher Moore | ||
| 5278573 | He, Jeff, and Troy Lee carried Super Soakers loaded with Grandma Lee's Vampire Cat Remedy, other Animals had garden sprayers slung on their backs, except for Gustavo, who thought that making him carry a garden sprayer was racial stereotyping. Gustavo had a flame thrower. He wouldn't say where he got it. "Second Amendment, cabrones." (The guy who sold Gustavo his green card had included two amendments from the Bill of Rights and Gustavo had .. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 3fc9281 | You don't hurry a thinker, and you don't talk to him when he's thinking. It's just inconsiderate. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 6eff0cd | He preferred to not think of his mother as having hips. He preferred to not think of her as a woman at all, more as a traveling mass of loving annoyance - a mother-shaped storm that inhabited the bakery and, in bringing rain for the growth of the living things over which she hovered, didn't mind scaring the piss out of them with a few thunderbolts from time to time. | Christopher Moore | ||
| a8fb1f4 | Shylock repointed his twitching, accusatory digit at his daughter. "You do not say such things in my house. You--you--you--you--" "Run along, love, it appears that Papa's been stricken with an apoplexy of the second person." | Christopher Moore | ||
| bfcccf8 | It was an eight-harlot inn, if that's how you measure an inn. (I understand that now they measure inns in stars. We are in a four-star inn right now. I don't know what the conversion from harlots to stars is.) | humour | Christopher Moore | |
| 454ebde | We Ask the Gods for Answers and They Give Us Questions | Christopher Moore | ||
| cee32b4 | You deicde, and you make our night what you want. Brilliant and ours. Stupid and theirs. | night ours stupid | Arthur Phillips | |
| 381bae6 | Michael still thought of Havana as home, because he was born there. And he had been Miguel Arroya there. Here, he was Michael. | Mike Lupica | ||
| 999496e | If there are real angels in the world," Michael said to his brother, "how come they're never around when we need them?" | Mike Lupica | ||
| 0726446 | He hesitated then, anticipating the panic that came when there was nothing left to read | Donna Leon | ||
| a8e502f | i believe [images] are the soul's immune system and transit system. | Lynda Barry | ||
| 241aa41 | One by one most kids I knew quit drawing and never drew again. It left behind too much evidence. | Lynda Barry | ||
| 7e08171 | Twinkle twinkle little star. You are nothing. You've been dead for a thousand years... | Lynda Barry | ||
| 7f7615f | are memories pictures or the secret doorway? | Lynda Barry | ||
| ca9fd36 | It was nice to hear someone familiar. 'How have you been?' Hazel cleared her throat. 'So I need to start networking a little, as they say. Do you have the phone number of anyone who might be looking to hire some help?' 'I don't have a phone,' Liver answered. Hazel felt her pulse speed up. 'No phone? Of any kind?' Her voice was nearly cracking with excitement. 'So how do people get ahold of you? Your family? Your friends?' 'I've succumbed to.. | Alissa Nutting | ||
| 38a67a4 | Connect with supportive people who empower you. The more you jump into your life, the further away from Ed you can get. Don't have a backup plan for living. Live today. [...] Trust in God. Believe in yourself. Get friends and family members to stand behind you. That's the only backup you'll need. | eating-disorder ed hope inspiration recovery | Jenni Schaefer | |
| e1ead6d | And the thing about grace, real grace, is that it stings. It stings because if it's real it means we don't "deserve" it. ... And receiving grace is basically the best shitty feeling in the world." | Nadia Bolz-Weber | ||
| ca71f33 | God's grace is not defined as God being forgiving to us even though we sin. Grace is when God is a source of wholeness, which makes up for my failings. My failings hurt me and others and even the planet, and God's grace to me is that my brokenness is not the final word. My selfishness is not the end-all... instead, it's that God makes beautiful things out of even my own shit. Grace isn't about God creating humans as flawed beings and then a.. | Nadia Bolz-Weber |