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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8b9b52d | We need serious strategic and tactical thinking about how to create new models of leadership and forge the kind of persons to actualize these models. | Cornel West | ||
| c356e36 | Where would Jesus be if no one ever wrote the gospels? | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| afe6a3b | It's more like how some people can't help but bring out the not necessarily righteous parts of your personality. Like how you meet someone and instantly know they're a full-time professional victim, and no matter how hard you try, something takes over and you can't help needling them. | awesome-quotes humorous-quotes novel richard-kadrey sandman-slim sandman-slim-novel | Richard Kadrey | |
| 9a1205c | Maybe home isn't the place you love, just the place you know best. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| 1f99447 | The things we do to stay alive for another year. Another day. Another hour. The deals we make with the universe and ourselves. You start to feel dirty. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| 7204f3e | Young man, there are some things in the world so profane that their only real value is in not knowing about them. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| 8619649 | There are two Venices I know about and one of them is a hotel in Vegas. The other is an L.A. beach where pretty girls walk their dogs while wearing as little as possible and mutant slabs of tanned, posthuman beef sip iced steroid lattes and pump iron until their pecs are the size of Volkswagens. | humor society | Richard Kadrey | |
| f21bee0 | Oh Christ. Put me back with the zombies, Strawberry Shortcake." [p. 411]" | Richard Kadrey | ||
| ab029bf | You don't have to be afraid of me. Eugene likes you. Doc likes you. That means I like you. We're all family now. All the funny little people who live in the cracks of the world. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| 1d97491 | But she's not going to call the cops or stab me in my sleep, and what more can you ask of a pretty girl? | Richard Kadrey | ||
| 669b9ce | I wish I could say, "No more Mr. Nice Guy," but the boat sailed on that one a long time ago." | Richard Kadrey | ||
| f54e84e | My head drops back and I have a fleeting out-of-body moment where I see myself in the window, my hands tied above my head with my legs wrapped around the neck of Chris Merit, while he does delicious things to my body. | contemporary-romance erotica | Lisa Renee Jones | |
| de9e7ca | I was desperate." "That wasn't the entire reason." His low voice sounded like a purr. "You also had a taste for the devil." "I didn't! I don't!" "You enjoyed cornering me, an infamous rake, in my own home with an offer I couldn't afford to refuse. Don't try to deny it-- I know you well enough by now." Incredibly, despite her grief and worry, Evie felt a smile working up to her lips. "Perhaps I did enjoy it, for a moment," she admitted." | sebastian-st-vincent taste-for-the-devil | Lisa Kleypas | |
| 8909900 | Other People's Perfection is a facade we create when we are second guessing ourselves.....Sara to Amanda | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| 304bf3a | You do know Chris is thoroughly fucked-up, don't you?" My reply is instant, defensive. Protective. "Aren't we all?" "Not like Chris." I don't ask how he knows. It could be the club. Maybe a friendship that once was and is now lost. It doesn't matter. "It's his imperfections that make him perfect," I reply, and there is conviction in my voice." | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| 150dd3c | My voice softens. "But you're right; I should have told you where I was going. I'm sorry to make you worry." "Damn it, Sara." He twines his fingers in my hair and lowers his mouth one hot breath from mine. "You are the reason I take my next breath," he whispers. "Why can't you see that?" His question steals the last of my anger. I soften against him, my fingers curving around his jaw. "Let's go home, baby." He kisses my forehead. "I have so.. | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| 4207d2f | She's right, and yet my blood pumps faster, just thinking about having her naked and willingly at my mercy. I can't help but think she's exactly what I need: a challenge. And how sweet her submission would be, because I'd really earned it. | contemporary-romance erotica | Lisa Renee Jones | |
| a301c56 | aml 'lW njb 'bd. nh lqsw@ b`ynh 'n n'ty brwH 'khr~ l~ hdh l`lm. | John Berger | ||
| e934860 | When I was a child her sureness enraged me (regardless of the argument involved). It was a sureness that revealed - at least to my eyes - how, behind the bravado, she was vulnerable and hesitent, whereas I wanted her to be invincible. Consequently, I would contradict whatever it was she was being so certain about, in the hope we might discover something else, which we could question together with a shared confidence. Yet what happened, in f.. | John Berger | ||
| 3ac14a4 | Both agreed that to find any sense in life it was pointless to search in the places where people were instructed to look. Sense was only to be found in secrets. | John Berger | ||
| c5d5bca | No place for illusions here. The beat doesn't stop solitude, it doesn't cure pain, you can't telephone it - it's simply a reminder that you belong to a shared story. | John Berger | ||
| d7beeac | But for the overcrowded, for those who have little or nothing except, sometimes, courage and love, hope works differently. Hope is then something to bite on, to put between the teeth. Don't forget this. Be a realist. With hope between the teeth comes the strength to carry on even when fatigue never lets up, comes strength, when necessary, to choose not to shout at the wrong moment, comes the strength above all not to howl. A person, with ho.. | survival | John Berger | |
| 3589235 | The refusal to love is the only unbearable thing. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 2d75e74 | If I never had another book published, and it was very clear to me that this was a real possibility, I still had to go on writing. I'm glad I made this decision in a moment of failure. It's easy to say you're a writer when things are going well. When the decision is made in the abyss, the in is quite clear that it is not one's own decision at all. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 013e204 | Somehow or other, the loving parents had swallowed one of the Tempter's hooks, and the child was given total self-indulgence, which is far from free will. He still tempts. The ancient, primordial battle to destroy Community, to shatter Trinity, still continues. Creation still groans with the pain of it. Like it or not, we're caught in the middle. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 39f3929 | Lords of blue and Lords of gold, Lords of wind and waters wild, Lords of time that's growing old, When will come the season mild? When will come blue Madoc's child? | child gold old-growing season water | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 455b3ec | He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it, too; he was ready, but not, despite her gorgeousness, with Tiglah. Tiglah was not worth losing his ability to touch a unicorn. | sex unicorns | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| f129b6e | Charles Wallace, the danger here is greatest for you." "Why?" "Because of what you are. Just exactly because of what you are you will be by far the most vulnerable. You must stay with Meg and Calvin. You must not go off on your own. Beware of pride and arrogance, Charles, for they may betray you." | pride | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 3b48ff3 | Meg took a batch of forks from the drawer and turned them over and over, looking at them. "I'm all confused again." "Oh, so 'm I," Calvin said gaily. "But now at least I know we're going somewhere." | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 058c03a | The true value of a human being is determined primarily by the measure and the sense in which he has obtained liberation from self. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 670eed5 | The very young woman can be charming and delightful and pretty but only a mature woman can be beautiful; and only a mature man can be strong enough to be tender. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| f9647d4 | The truly great books are flawed: The Brothers Karamazov is unwieldy in structure; a present-day editor would probably want to cut the Grand Inquisitor scene because it isn't necessary to the plot. For me The Brothers Karamazov is one of the greatest novels ever written, and this is perhaps because of, rather than in spite of, its human faults. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 1632473 | There are forces working in the world as never before in the history of mankind for standardization, for the regimentation of us all, or what I like to call making muffins of us, muffins all like every other muffin in the muffin tin. This is the limited universe, the drying, dissipating universe, that we can help our children avoid by providing them with "explosive material capable of stirring up fresh life endlessly." | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 7c10c7f | Do you know how lucky you are?" She smiled rather wryly. "Not most of the time." | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 9f1f96c | If we knew each morning that there was going to be another morning, and on and on and on, we'd tend not to notice the sunrise,or hear the birds, or the waves rolling into shore. We'd tend not to treasure our time with the people we love. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 0e24d97 | And what about for the first eight, ten years of his life, when loving parents encouraged his obsession with dragons and secret worlds and animals in vests who poured tea and drove motorcars and who gave him to read Tolkien and Susan Cooper and the Brothers Grimm and Madeleine L'Engle and C. S. Lewis? Is a boy supposed to leave his imagination on the side of the road when he boards the bus to manhood? | David Shafer | ||
| 8e2d157 | What happens to what's happened? | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 056c1d4 | Right now I am like the unborn baby in the womb, knowing nothing except the comforting warmth of the amniotic fluid in which I swim, the comforting nourishment entering my body from a source I cannot see or understand. My whole being comes from an unseen, unknown nurturer. By that nurturer I am totally loved and protected, and that love is forever. It does not end when I am precipitated out of the safe waters of the womb into the unsafe wor.. | god love nurturing second-coming | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| e17417e | If God's peace is in our hearts, we carry it with us, and it can be given to those around us, not by our own will or virtue, but by the Holy Spirit working through us. We cannot give what we do not have, but if the spirit blows through the dark clouds, and enters our hearts, we can be used as vehicles of peace, and our own peace will be thereby deepened. The more peace we give away, the more we have. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 862952e | In the act of creativity, the artist lets go the self-control which he normally clings to and is open to riding the wind. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 4c0ca43 | Love, she insisted, is not power, which she considered always coercive. To love is to be vulnerable; and it is only in vulnerability and risk--not safety and security--that we overcome darkness. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 3d10307 | In the day school she went to in New York she had long intimate conversations with them all in her imagination, but never in reality. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 8cea9e8 | scar tissue was the strongest tissue in the human body. | strength | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 06fc1e9 | What is real? | Madeleine L'Engle |