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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 54621a4 | Yo no siento nada de eso. (...) Al principio, estuve furioso. Luego me di cuenta de que si podemos estar juntos, entonces todo me ha traido a ti. Piensa en ello, debo dar gracias incluso a ese maldito vampiro por golpearme en el Hie. Si no hubiera sido por eso... (...) Ademas, no me importa la lucha, cuando el premio es tan digno. - Bowen a Mariketa | Kresley Cole | ||
| 632c5ba | Gods, she was as exquisite as her scent-- Wham! The demons tackled him with the force of a freight train, flattening him on the field, piling on top of him. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 6fce38a | Despite everything, I felt my lips twitch. If he weren't a homicidal god-wannabe, and I didn't have a murderous red witch inside me, we might've been friends. When his laughter died down, he said, "Back in the day, we would've made a great reality TV show. The Sol and Empress Show." "The" | Kresley Cole | ||
| e6c9aaf | The right place at the right time never comes to people standing still." --CHLOE TODD, A.K.A. BABY T-REX, OLYMPIC HOPEFUL, UNWITTING IMMORTAL" | Kresley Cole | ||
| bc8d8fe | The bottom line is that insults only hurt when they come from someone I respect. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 54c6af7 | The one who fingered me like he was digging to China | Kresley cole | ||
| bb4fefa | A man with friends is the wealthiest man in the world. | Robert Crais | ||
| 118fe93 | The Los Angeles River is small, but mean. People who don't know the truth of it make fun of our river; all they see is a tortured trickle that snakes along a concrete gutter like some junkie's vein. They don't know that we put the river in concrete to save ourselves; they don't know that the river is small because it's sleeping, and that every year and sometimes more it wakes. Before we put the river in that silly trough centered on a concr.. | Robert Crais | ||
| e997029 | That dog is a Marine! | Robert Crais | ||
| 564c547 | Scott walked away and did not look back. They knew Maggie would try to follow him, and she did. In her world, they were a pack, and the pack stayed together. Maggie whined and barked, and he heard her claws scrape the tarmac like files. Budress had cautioned him not to look back or wave bye-bye or any of the silly things people did. Dogs weren't people. Eye contact would make her struggle harder to reach him. A dog could see your heart in y.. | Robert Crais | ||
| 7f7e947 | He died at home in his library, surrounded by the books he loved. | Oliver Sacks | ||
| c6de337 | Studies by Andrew Newberg and others have shown that long-term practice of meditation produces significant alterations in cerebral blood flow in parts of the brain related to attention, emotion, and some autonomic functions. | Oliver Sacks | ||
| 3cf644b | I never took amphetamines again--despite sometimes-intense longings for them (the brain of an addict or an alcoholic is changed for life; the possibility, the temptation, of regression never go away). | Oliver Sacks | ||
| 010ac68 | I sometimes wonder why I pushed myself so relentlessly in weight lifting. My motive, I think, was not an uncommon one; I was not the ninety-eight-pound weakling of bodybuilding advertisements, but I was timid, diffident, insecure, submissive. I became strong--very strong--with all my weight lifting but found that this did nothing for my character, which remained exactly the same. | Oliver Sacks | ||
| ed80427 | lTbybu wlmryDu nZyrn , ytW`lmu kl mnhm mn lakhr w ys`dh wytwSln m`a l~ m`rf jdyd@ w`lj * | Oliver Sacks | ||
| 6160e3a | PTSD seems to have an even higher prevalence and greater severity following violence or disaster that is man-made; natural disasters, "acts of God," seem somehow easier to accept. (...). This is the case with acute stress reactions, too: I see it often with my patients in hospital, who can show extraordinary courage and calmness in facing the most dreadful diseases but fly into a rage if a nurse is late with a bedpan or a medication. The am.. | Oliver Sacks | ||
| cde4f06 | I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. | dying last-words life | Oliver Sacks | |
| 2aa87e0 | Travel now by all means--if you have the time. But travel the right way, the way I travel. I am always reading and thinking of the history and geography of a place. I see its people in terms of these, placed in the social framework of time and space. | Oliver Sacks | ||
| c5b7782 | And language, (...) is not just another faculty or skill, it is what makes thought possible, what seperates thought from nonthought, what seperates the human from the non human. | Oliver Sacks | ||
| 1c0bbeb | There are moments, and it is only a matter of five or six seconds, when you feel the presence of the eternal harmony . . . a terrible thing is the frightful clearness with which it manifests itself and the rapture with which it fills you. If this state were to last more than five seconds, the soul could not endure it and would have to disappear. During these five seconds I live a whole human existence, and for that I would give my whole lif.. | Oliver Sacks | ||
| 46caf3e | The difficulty lies, not in the new ideas, but in escaping from the old ones, which ramify, for those brought up as most of us have been, into every corner of our minds. | Oliver Sacks | ||
| e16d914 | IT IS WITH OUR FACES that we face the world, from the moment of birth to the moment of death. Our age and our sex are printed on our faces. Our emotions, the open and instinctive emotions which Darwin wrote about, as well as the hidden or repressed ones which Freud wrote about, are displayed on our faces, along with our thoughts and intentions. Though we may admire arms and legs, breasts and buttocks, it is the face, first and last, which i.. | Oliver Sacks | ||
| 3bef187 | Well. Miracles never cease.' 'Amen to that.' Which, upon reflection, was a very strange thing to hear a vampire say. | rick | Carrie Vaughn | |
| d551275 | I was under the impression that werewolf packs were not meant to be run by committee." "Yeah," I said. "But I dont want to be like all those other werewolves, you know?" "Says the werewolf named Kitty." "It's too late to change my name now," I grumbled." -- | Carrie Vaughn | ||
| 578121d | You only get married the first time once." There was the philosophy of a generation wrapped up in a tidy little sentence" | kitty-and-the-dead-man-s-hand kitty-norville | Carrie Vaughn | |
| e8b320d | This city had been a city for two thousand years, and I could feel that with every step I took. bits of all that time were still here, alive, even if it was just in the form of collective memory. | london | Carrie Vaughn | |
| d02ff80 | Even with the high-tech air filtration system in a modern facility, the place still smelled like archival storage: old paper, stale manila folders, cardboard, and dust. Libraries and accountants' basements all over the world smelled like this. It was the scent of information waiting to be discovered. | Carrie Vaughn | ||
| 8f98fb5 | People always sounded worried when I called them. Maybe because I only ever called a lot of them when I was in trouble and needed help. I needed to set up more lunch dates or have more parties, to cure people of the idea that a call from me automatically equaled danger. Then again, that was probably a lost cause. | Carrie Vaughn | ||
| 7f4f40e | V.L.A.D.: Vampire League Against Discrimination. | funny humor vampires vlad | Carrie Vaughn | |
| 22596c8 | Um, yeah. I mean, I think... wow." It made sense, really. All part of that vampire seduction gambit: lure the prey to you, give it a reason to open its veins. Sure cut down on that messy struggling. "Just so you know, I'm straight. Totally straight. As an arrow." Her voice held a smile. "So am I." | Carrie Vaughn | ||
| 14e17ad | I've learned something: What many of us cal destiny is really our own instinct. We know what is right, but we don't want to admit it, especially if what is right will lead to our own death. We call it destiny so we don't have to accept responsibility for making those decisions. Human instinct is stronger than anyone will admit. | Carrie Vaughn | ||
| 4561178 | n lmftryn `l~ lHy@ hm ldhyn y`yshwn Glb Hy@ Twyl@ w yn`@. w mn lmhm 'n nqrn `l~ sbyl lmthl byn qdr shwbnhwr lmftry `l~ lHy@ w nytshh lshhd `lyh, 'w byn dy sd lmnHT jnsy w lwrns lSwfy fy ljns | Colin Wilson | ||
| b8ea9d6 | The nineteenth century was the Age of Romanticism; for the first time in history, man stopped thinking of himself as an animal or a slave, and saw himself as a potential god. All of the cries of revolt against 'God' - De Sade, Byron's "Manfred", Schiller's "Robbers", Goethe's "Faust", Hoffmann's mad geniuses - are expressions of this new spirit. Is this why the 'spirits' decided to make a planned and consistent effort at 'communication'? It.. | man nineteenth-century romanticism spirit | Colin Wilson | |
| a876fdc | It is important to graps that boredom is one of the most common - and undesirable - consequences of 'unicameralism'. Boredom is a feeling of being 'dead inside'; that is to say, loss of contact with our instincts and feelings. | Colin Wilson | ||
| 8c87523 | Man knows himself as body, and what he knows of spirit comes through grace. The poet would call it inspiration. But the spirit bloweth where it listeth. Man has no control over his inspiration. If a piece of music or a poem has moved him once, he can never be certain that it will happen again. But man hates to think that he has no control over the spirit. It would discourage him too much. He likes to believe that he can summon the spirit by.. | peak-experience sex spirit | Colin Wilson | |
| 884aa4a | Willie didn't have a historian's respect for the victories at Guadalcanal, Stalingrad, and Midway. The stream of news as it burbled by his mind left only a confused impression that our side was a bit ahead in the game, but making painful slow work of it. He had often wondered in his boyhood what it must have been like to live in the stirring days of Gettysburg and Waterloo; now he knew, but he didn't know that he knew. This war seemed to hi.. | Herman Wouk | ||
| eb86376 | Money is a very pleasant thing, Willie, and I think you can trade almost anything for it wisely except the work you really want to do. If you sell out your time for a comfortable life, and give up your natural work, I think you lose the exchange. There remains an inner uneasiness that spoils the comforts. | Herman Wouk | ||
| 36ab9f4 | The days that followed passed slowly. I lay in my hotel room and watched the kind of strange European TV that would probably make perfect sense if I understood the language, but because I didn't, the programs just seemed dreamlike and baffling. In one studio show a group of Scandinavian academics watched as one of them poured liquid plastic into a bucket of cold water. It solidified, they pulled it out, handed it around the circle, and, as .. | Jon Ronson | ||
| b8cbd25 | I think our natural disposition as humans is to plod along until we get old and stop. But with social media, we've created a stage for constant artificial high drama. | social-media | Jon Ronson | |
| 5b24bba | Women are judged inferior until we prove ourselves, and men are judged superior until they prove what assholes they are." -- Dr. Kat Hunter" | Sidney Sheldon | ||
| aae6258 | The world isn't necessarily going to explode. There will just be vast change. There is hope. It is in the rain forests, the healing plants from there, and in sex and the children who are being born. They have different strains of DNA. They aren't really humans. So they will make the difference. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| fc7937e | They knew, though, she would not suffer as they had suffered. She was perfect. They were scarred. | hope suffering | Francesca Lia Block | |
| fcdb37e | It's so sick," Duck said. "I nicked myself shaving that last night at home, and I saw my own blood and I thought, How could I live in a world where this exists--where love can become death? Even if the doctor says we're okay, how could we go on watching people die?" Duck buried his face against Dirk's shoulder and the streetlamp light shone in through the window, lighting up Duck's hair. Dirk stroked Duck's head. "I don't know. But we've .. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 700165a | You try to decide if you should take this as a message of endings. Or beginnings. | Francesca Lia Block |