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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2f4594b | Rolfe's eyes narrowed to slits. "Why?" "You'll have to clarify that." He took a breath. "Why go to so much trouble for slaves?" "Because if we don't fight for them, who will?" She pulled a fountain pen from her pocket. "Sign the papers." Rolfe raised an eyebrow. "And how will you know that I'm holding true to my word?" She removed the dagger from his throat, using the blade to brush back a strand of his dark hair. "I have my sources. And if.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f008a8d | Darrow shook his head. "Why?" Not about her magic being whittled to nothing. But why she had gone to face them, with little more than embers in her veins. "Terrasen is my home," Aelin said. It was the only answer in her heart. Darrow smiled--just a bit. "So it is." He bowed his head. Then his body. "Welcome," he said, then added as he rose, "Your Majesty." But Aelin looked to Evangeline, the girl still beaming. Win me back my kingdom, Evang.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 35cd019 | Rattle the stars | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 0c98391 | Elide's mouth bobbed as she tried to stop her laughing. "It's just ... I'm Lady of Perranth. If you marry me, you will take my family name." He blinked. Elide laughed again. "Lord Lorcan Lochan?" It sounded just as ridiculous coming out. Lorcan blinked at her, then howled. She'd never heard such a joyous sound." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b3e8ee8 | The first snow of winter had begun whipping through Velaris an hour earlier. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 3324cff | You're not going to believe me," Aelin went on. "What I've just said, you're not going to believe me. I know it--and that's fine. I don't expect you to. When you're ready, I'll be here." "You're the Queen of Terrasen. You can't be." "Says who? We are the masters of our own fates-- decide how to go forward." She squeezed his hand. "You're my friend, Dorian." | dorian-havilliard | Sarah J. Maas | |
| f28eecb | Shining brighter than the snow outside, Aelin lifted her chin and began her final walk home. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 32edc88 | In that cocoon of darkness, she bided her time, letting him think her gone, letting them do what they wanted to the mortal shell around her. It was in that cocoon where the shadowfire began to flicker, fueling her, feeding her. Long ago, when she was small and clean, flames of gold had crackled at her fingers, secret and hidden. Then they vanished, as all good things had vanished. | kaltain-rompier pg442 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 1b91f98 | That I might always be a little bit vicious and restless. That I might crave peace, but never a cage of comfort. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| bc26411 | One of them has to break," the queen said to the princess. "Only then can it begin." "I know," the princess said softly. "But the prince isn't ready. It has to be her." "Then you understand what I am asking of you?" The princess looked up, toward the shaft of moonlight spilling into the tomb. When she looked back at the ancient queen, her eyes were bright. "Yes." "Then do what needs to be done." The princess nodded and walked out of the tom.. | elena foreshadowing nehemia-s-death nehemia-ytger | Sarah J. Maas | |
| d4e194a | She first screamed at the ball, then took the cue in her hands and bit down upon the shaft, still screaming through her clamped teeth. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 392f2f6 | Whether it's anger, panic, doubt, tension, nervousness or pressure...you can't let your emotions throw you! That's the thing you've really gotta learn...to look only at the stones. You can do this through selfobservation and training. It doesn't matter what your general nature is like, you can acquire the skill to overcome distraction. | Yumi Hotta | ||
| 16ea8bb | I have, actually. I'm under pressure, but I'm also observing myself under pressure from the standpoint of an onlooker. Once I create this other self within my mind I can proceed calmly, at my own pace. | Yumi Hotta | ||
| be15f82 | The harvest of this world is to the resolute, and he that is infirm of purpose is ground betwixt the upper and the nether millstone | E.R. Eddison | ||
| d1d5a5f | I'll kill them all! I'll wipe every one of them...off the face of this earth!"~Eren Yeager's bow to kill all the titans from Hajime Isayama's Attack on titan | Hajime Isayama Masashi Kishimoto Tite Kubo | ||
| 56acc18 | There, I was just a secretary-shaped confederation of atoms, fighting the inevitability of mediocrity and decay. But here, in the Juliaverse... energy was never lost, merely converted from one form to another. Here, I took butter and cream and meat and eggs and I made delicious sustenance. | humor | Julie Powell | |
| 1ab1afa | Maybe I needed to make like a potato, winnow myself down, be part of something that was not easy, just simple. | Julie Powell | ||
| 9d816e2 | I didn't understand for a long time, but what attracted me to was the deeply buried aroma of hope and discovery of fulfillment in it. I thought I was using the Book to learn to cook French food, but really I was learning to sniff out the secret doors of possibility. | Julie Powell | ||
| 770dfa5 | Fiddling with damp tarragon left me so intensely irritated that when I was done I had to stick the ramekin/mise en place bowls back in the fridge and go watch both the episode where Xander is possessed by a demon and the one where Giles regresses to his outrageously sexy teen self and has sex with Buffy's mom, just to get over it. | Julie Powell | ||
| 080f2ed | and that revelation murdered all that I once did know. Where once I asked of the God, 'Who are you?' now I ask, 'Who am I? | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 8f0461a | Most men would rather die in deception than live in uncertainty. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 0fb91d8 | One might sooner wash shit from shit than cleanse a soul so wicked! | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 3afa9d2 | The vulgar think the God by analogy to man and so worship Him in the form of the Gods. The learned think the God by analogy to principles and so worship Him in the form of Love or Truth. But the wises think the God not at all. They know that thought, which is finite, can only do violence to the God, who is infinite. It is enough, they say, that the God thinks them. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 4bd01da | He struck his own fire, listened to the night wind roar through the trees. Sometimes, when he could see it, he stared at the Conriyan encampment and counted fires like an idiot child. ,,Always number your foemen," his father had once told him, ,,by the glitter of their fires." Sometimes he gazed at the stars and wondered if they too were his enemies." | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 3224c84 | all men are frauds. Some, the wise, fool only others. Others, the foolish, fool only themselves. And a rare few fool both others and themselves--they are the rulers of Men | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 548885c | We belittle what we cannot bear. We make figments out of fundamentals, all in the name of preserving our own peculiar fancies. The best way to secure one's own deception is to accuse others of deceit. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| a9afa0f | Set aside your conviction," Moenghus said, "for the feeling of certainty is no more a marker of truth than the feeling of will is a marker of freedom. Deceived men always think themselves certain, just as they always think themselves free. This is simply what it means to be deceived." | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 9967292 | There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want to love so much we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times we make love such a pure and noble thing no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, 'There is something about you I cherish.' It doesn't entail marriage, or even physical love. There's love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of peo.. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 1616f28 | Pittsburgh. I'd been there. One of the most underrated cities in North America. People who'd never been there thought of it as a graveyard of abandoned steel mills, but it was a beautiful city, and it would be good to have it back. | Steven Brust | ||
| bca1288 | However confused I become, I will always hold close the notion that I could find freedom. I could leave this prison if I liked, if I wanted to ... or if I didn't see any other way. And if I did, I would not give you the satisfaction of burying me under a priest. | roger-zelazny-amber-chronicles sorrows werther | John Zelazny | |
| 58d9cda | I decided that mankind could live better without gods. If I disposed of them all, people could start having can openers and cans to open again, and things like that, without fearing the wrath of Heaven. We've stepped on these poor fools enough. I wanted to give them a chance to be free, to build what they wanted. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| fb58bf9 | The enemy of the moment is not as important as our own inner weakness. If this is not mended we are already defeated, though no foreign conqueror stands within our walls. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 78330a7 | How can you treat death so lightly?" she asks. "Because it happens," he replies. "It is inevitable. I do not mourn the falling of a leaf or the breaking of a wave. I do not sorrow for a shooting star as it burns itself up in the atmosphere. Why should I?" | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 7e02878 | I wish he wouldn't do this when he's on me. It's really very upsetting. | Tamora Pierce | ||
| aa81b17 | So were you always mad, or did it come on you when you was took?" Aly smiled. "I'm told it runs in the family." -- | Tamora Pierce | ||
| 834c46c | She decided to be quiet for now. There was a Yamani saying: "You need never unsay anything that you did not say in the first place." | Tamora Pierce | ||
| 17d7189 | I wouldn't call it tamed, laddy-me-love. The lady of Pirate's Swoop shouldn't be tame. | Tamora Pierce | ||
| 9746d4c | For a product to carry a health claim on its package, it must first have a package, so right off the bat it's more likely to be processed rather than a whole food. | Michael Pollan | ||
| c8630a2 | Another thing cooking is, or can be, is a way to honor the things we're eating, the animals and plants and fungi that have been sacrificed to gratify our needs and desires, as well as the places and the people that produced them. Cooks have their ways of saying grace too... Cooking something thoughtfully is a way to celebrate both that species and our relation to it. | Michael Pollan | ||
| 3242c7a | IT WAS AT THIS POINT that the idea of "shaking the snow globe," as one neuroscientist described the psychedelic experience, came to seem more attractive to me than frightening, though it was still that too. After more than half a century of its more or less constant companionship, one's self--this ever-present voice in the head, this ceaselessly commenting, interpreting, labeling, defending I--becomes perhaps a little too familiar. I'm not .. | Michael Pollan | ||
| 9c0a356 | A French poet famously referred to the aroma of certain cheeses as the 'pieds de Dieu'--the feet of god. Just to be clear: foot odor of a particularly exalted quality, but still--foot odor. | Michael Pollan | ||
| d4c63eb | You may not think you eat a lot of corn and soybeans, but you do: 75 percent of the vegetable oils in your diet come from soy (representing 20 percent of your daily calories) and more than half of the sweeteners you consume come from corn (representing around 10 perecent of daily calories). | Michael Pollan | ||
| fde8a86 | This is no small thing. Indeed, I would venture that, more than any other single quality, it is the relentless moment-by-moment forgetting, this draining of the pool of sense impression almost as quickly as it fills, that gives the experience of consciousness under marijuana its peculiar texture. Its helps account for the sharpening of sensory perceptions, for the aura of profundity in which cannabis bathes the most ordinary insights, and, .. | Michael Pollan | ||
| 8b4134f | Lawns are a form of television | Michael Pollan |