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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4455678 | That wasn't English she was speaking: it was the language of diplomacy. | Kevin Hearne | ||
| 99ab35a | Perhaps he'd been using Just for Gods hair cream. | Kevin Hearne | ||
| b553ff3 | Oberon:"She's a very clever girl, the kind you dont' take home to Ogma." | dog-sense | Kevin Hearne | |
| 5f1b052 | come humans, fulfill your evolutionary purpose adn build your hound a fire." Oberon" | humor sarcasm | Kevin Hearne | |
| 7740636 | That wasn't so bad. She said, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. What was it? That was a Rocky Mountain oyster, also know as a Montana tendergroin. No. I just ate bull's balls? Only one, but yes, you just tore up a tasty testicle. Congratulations! | Kevin Hearne | ||
| 05d7f25 | How does a poet know when a poem is ended? Because it lies flat, taut; nothing can be added or subtracted. How does a woman know when a marriage is over? Because of the way her life suddenly shears off in just two directions: past and future. | poetry | Carol Shields | |
| 7c390c5 | It has never been easy for me to understand the obliteration of time, to accept, as others seem to do, the swelling and corresponding shrinkage of seasons or the conscious acceptance that one year has ended and another begun. There is something here that speaks of our essential helplessness and how the greater substance of our lives is bound up with waste and opacity... How can so much time hold so little, how can it be taken from us? Month.. | past time waste | Carol Shields | |
| 0824b02 | finally realizing that life was to be lived, rather than hoarded against an unseen tomorrow. | Robin Hobb | ||
| f137d7a | Helen,' said she, after a thoughtful silence, 'do you ever think about marriage?' 'Yes, aunt, often.' 'And do you ever contemplate the possibility of being married yourself, or engaged, before the season is over?' 'Sometimes; but I don't think it at all likely that I ever shall.' 'Why so?' 'Because, I imagine, there must be only a very, very few men in the world that I should like to marry; and of those few, it is ten to one I may never be .. | Anne Brontë | ||
| c3d8bf8 | Oh, I don't mind his being wicked: he's all the better for that; and as for disliking him--I shouldn't greatly object to being Lady Ashby of Ashby Park, if I must marry. But if I could be always young, I would be always single. I should like to enjoy myself thoroughly, and coquet with all the world, till I am on the verge of being called an old maid; and then, to escape the infamy of that, after having made ten thousand conquests, to break .. | Anne Brontë | ||
| 526ad12 | We often pity the poor, because they have no leisure to mourn their departed relatives, and necessity obliges them to labor through their severest afflictions: but is not active employment the best remedy for overwhelming sorrow--the surest antidote for despair? It may be a rough comforter: it may seem hard to be harassed with the cares of life when we have no relish for its enjoyments; to be goaded to labor when the heart is ready to break.. | family mourning work | Anne Brontë | |
| 6567800 | You would have us encourage our sons to prove all things by their own experience, while our daughters must not even profit by the experience of others. | Anne Brontë | ||
| 93b300c | Strangers had small interest in hurting you. That was always done best by your own family and friends. | Robin Hobb | ||
| b678e5c | That was Verity's way. MOnths had passed since we had last spoken but he took no times for greetings. Chade said it was a lack in him, that he didn't make his men feel their importance to him. I think he believed that if anything significant had happened to me, someone would have told him. He had a bluff heartiness to him that I enjoyed, an attitude that things must be going well unless someone ahd told him otherwise. | verity | Robin Hobb | |
| 3530e01 | Well. Who wouldn't break? I broke. You broke.' 'And we both emerged stronger.' 'We both emerged', I modified his words. | Robin Hobb | ||
| 244bf78 | Now, anyone with two thoughts in their mind can see that no future is set in stone. An infinite number of futures bud at the end of every moment, and each one of them can be changed by a falling rose petal. | Robin Hobb | ||
| 4acef04 | I truly wanted to live a life in which I could make my own choices, independent of the 'duties' of my birth and position. It was only when fate granted that to me that I realized the cost of it. I could set aside my responsibilities to others and live my life as I please only when I also severed my ties to them. I could not have it both ways. | duties fate freedom life-lessons responsibility | Robin Hobb | |
| cf3f799 | But in my heart, when I said "my king," I meant Verity." | Robin Hobb | ||
| 6c42b95 | Since then, she had wondered if it were strength or a sort of madness that let her pretend she was normal. | Robin Hobb | ||
| 6de9451 | Why does the forbidden always add that edge of sweetness? | edge excitement forbidden pleasure romance sweet taboo | Robin Hobb | |
| 59d7912 | We are whole | nighteyes | Robin Hobb | |
| 142f40c | But all fires, of wood or grief, burn down to ashes eventually. | Robin Hobb | ||
| 4962852 | We all perish in our last attempt to live. | Robin Hobb | ||
| 66f3880 | There is always power in holding a secret. | Robin Hobb | ||
| 05eaa07 | You can deny it. But I have been with you, in every way that matters. As you have been with me. We've shared our thoughts and our food, bound each other's wounds, slept close when the warmth of our bodies was all we had left to share. Your tears have fallen on my face, and my blood has been on your hands. You've carried me when I was dead, and I carried you when I did not even recognize you. You've breathed my breath for me, sheltered me in.. | Robin Hobb | ||
| b4e579b | I was lonely, and a lonely heart has hungers that can overpower both common sense and dignity. | Robin Hobb | ||
| c2957bb | Open your eyes. This horrible mess is your life. There is no sense in waiting for it to get better. Stop putting it off and live it. | life live mess see time truth wait | Robin Hobb | |
| d6d207d | You are not a man as ordinary men are. They think they have a right to all beasts; to hunt them and eat them, or to subjugate them and rule their lives. You know you have no such right to mastery. The horse that carries you will do so because he wishes to, as does the wolf that hunts beside you. You have a deeper sense of yourself in the world. You believe you have a right, not to rule it, but to be part of it. Predator or prey; there is no.. | reminding | Robin Hobb | |
| 063005d | I am the King's Fool. He is the King-In-Wating. Let him wait. | Robin Hobb | ||
| f1b84b5 | Oh, the things we discover and the things we learn, much too late. Worse are the secrets that are not secrets, the sorrows we live with but do not admit to one another. | Robin Hobb | ||
| 7b3d2a9 | Like a flower pressed flat and dried, we try to hold it still and say, this is exactly how it was the day I first saw it. But like the flower, the past cannot be trapped that way. It loses its fragrance and and its vitality, its fragility becomes brittleness and its colors fade. And when next you look on the flower, you know that it is not at all what you sought to capture, that that moment has fled forever. | capture change fade fled flower history hold-on past preserve reality remember time write writing | Robin Hobb | |
| 9ca22ac | Dragons. A sky full of dragons. | Robin Hobb | ||
| 59467c9 | I never read prefaces, and it is not much good writing things just for people to skip. I wonder other authors have never thought of this. | books | E. Nesbit | |
| ecd4301 | Gerald's look assured her that he and the others would be as near angels as children could be without ceasing to be human. | humor phonies | E. Nesbit | |
| dcdf8a3 | I believe that intelligence and rationality will always be primary no matter what shape sentient creatures take. To not think that would be to doubt the value of life itself. | Peter F. Hamilton | ||
| 2bc6983 | Part of what kept him standing in the restive group of men awaiting authorization to enter the airport was a kind of paralysis that resulted from Sylvanshine's reflecting on the logistics of getting to the Peoria 047 REC--the issue of whether the REC sent a van for transfers or whether Sylvanshine would have to take a cab from the little airport had not been conclusively resolved--and then how to arrive and check in and where to store his t.. | David Foster Wallace | ||
| d27544f | And I'm also talking about kindness, not just about being nice. You can be gruff or abrupt and still be kind. Kindness has much more to do with what you do than how you do it. | Will Schwalbe | ||
| 753a775 | The idea is that if you practice the Naikan part of Constructive Living, life becomes a series of small miracles, and you may start to notice everything that goes right in a typical life and not the few things that go wrong. | Will Schwalbe | ||
| a699863 | What is the Lord asking of me in this moment, in this situation? | Will Schwalbe | ||
| 158a6b2 | Like many others, I grew up in an age that preached liberty and built slave camps. | liberty wish | Charles Simic | |
| 0c6cb38 | Never since the beginning of the world has there been so little light. Our winter afternoons have been known at times to last a hundred years. | Charles Simic | ||
| 5c18587 | rq@ ky'n admy tjh akhr fy 'zmn@ lkrhy@ ljm`y@ wl`nf ljm`y tstHq Htrman 'kthr mn kl w`Z lkny's mndh bd lzmn. | tenderness | Charles Simic | |
| e69c8e6 | She's a slinky sort of person, no angles at all; and magnetic - you can't take your eyes off her. She's dressed like a Westerner, but her eyes have a slant to them. They are the eyes of an Easterner. She doesn't walk like our women do, she seems to writhe all in one piece - undulates is the word. ("Kiss Of The Cobra")" | asiatic sexy | Cornell Woolrich | |
| dec4313 | It's six o'clock; my drink is at the three-quarter mark - three-quarters down not three-quarters up - and the night begins. ("New York Blues")" | drink dusk evening night | Cornell Woolrich |