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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bcc4638 | When people weren't allowed to go their own way, they were more likely to break than bend. | Nora Roberts | ||
| b78d6bd | You've a sentimental streak along with that iron,Keeley." "Yes,I do.And a latent romantic one." "Is that so?" he murmured, a little surprised when she turned and ran her hands up his chest. "Apparently.I didn't think you for riding to my rescue last night." "I don't recall riding anywhere." His lips twitched as she backed him out of the box. "In a manner of speaking.You cut a bully down to size for me.I was upset and worried about the geldi.. | Nora Roberts | ||
| c1d3fae | Will you just tell me, Brian.I need you to tell me you love me." "I'm getting to it." He turned back. "I never thought I wanted family.I want to make children with you,Keeley.I want ours. Please don't cry." "I'm trying not to.Hurry up." "I can't be rushed at such a time.Sniffle those back or I'll blunder it.That's the way." He moved to her. "I don't want to own horses, but I can make an exception for the gift you gave me today.As a kind of .. | Nora Roberts | ||
| a702efb | We haven't remained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time. Through books Cathy and I have lived a zillion lives . . . our vicarious way to feel alive. | abandonement alive away book-reading books children experience good-time idle live lived lives read reading thumbs vicarious | V.C. Andrews | |
| 2ec36b5 | You were right the first time, Cathy. It was a stupid, silly story. Ridiculous! Only insane people would die for the sake of love. I'll bet you a hundred to one a woman wrote that junky romantic trash!" Just a minute ago I'd despised that author for bringing about such a miserable ending, then there I went, rushing to the defense. "T. M. Ellis could very well have been a man! Though I doubt any woman writer in the nineteenth century had muc.. | dying-for-love initials love nineteenth-century publishing romance-novels-books romantic romantic-notions silliness unhappy-endings women-authors | V.C. Andrews | |
| 30dcab0 | Chris, soap people are like us-they seldom go outdoors. And when they do, we only hear about it, never see it. They loll about in living rooms, bedrooms, sit in the kitchens and sip coffee or stand up and drink martinis-but never, never go outside before our eyes. And whenever something good happens, whenever they think they're finally going to be happy, some catastrophe comes along to dash their hopes. | catastrophes coffee happiness hope hopes indoors loll outdoors outside sitting | V.C. Andrews | |
| 73dcf6a | The weight of the lie was so great it almost didn't escape my lips and barely made it to her ears | V.C. Andrews | ||
| e3afcf1 | just on the verge of becoming a woman, and in these three years and almost five months, I'd reached maturity. I was older than the mountains outside. The wisdom of the attic was in my bones, etched on my brain, part of my flesh. | bones brain flesh mature maturity mountains older teens wisdom | V.C. Andrews | |
| 41757b3 | All right, Chris, you've given me a breather. I'm prepared for anything. And thank you for saying all of that, and for loving me, for you haven't gone unloved, or unadmired, yourself." I kissed him quickly on the lips, and told him to go on, to hit me with his knockout blow. "Really, Chris, I know you must have something perfectly awful to tell me-so out with it. Keep holding me as you tell me, and I can stand anything you have to say." | awful breather incest kiss kisses kissing love loving prepared stand stand-anything telling-the-truth thanks unadmired unloved | V.C. Andrews | |
| 57ee32e | The mountain trees that grew between the pines were a brilliant blaze of fall colors, like fire against the emerald green of the pines, firs and pruces. And it was, as I'd told myself long ago, the year's last passionate love affair before it grew old and died from the frosty bite of winter. | change colors fall fire love passionate running seasons trees winter | V.C. Andrews | |
| f1c987d | What women wanted to be eaten alive, choked by a thrusting tongue? Not me, I wanted to be played like a violin, strummed pianissimo, in largo timing, fingered into legato, and let it grow into crescendo. | V.C. Andrews | ||
| 1ef95ff | Then the wind came in with Bart and blew the vase of roses from the table. I stood and stared down at the crystal pieces and the petals scattered about. Why was the wind always trying to tell me something? Something I didn't want to hear! | gothic petals-on-the-wind premonition roses vc-andrews wind | V.C. Andrews | |
| c40c5bf | Hay un jardin en el cielo, que esta esperando. Es un jardin que Chris y yo imaginamos hace muchos anos, mientras yaciamos en una losa dura y negra del tejado y contemplabamos el Sol y las estrellas | V.C. Andrews | ||
| b7acabd | Let's go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of finding perfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won't be disappointed. | V.C. Andrews | ||
| cfe5a52 | wlkn lfrS@ l tntZr lnsn lmmTl. fhy tr~ 'n hdh lnsn dh kn yrGb fy 'n ykwn mHZwZan, fsytkhdh jran sry`an. w'y nsn ln ytSrf bsr`@ `ndm twtyh lfrS@, fnh sykwn mmTlan kbyran, tmman | George S. Clason | ||
| 46b9b35 | wlkn `lyk 'n ttdhkr 'n lshms lty tshrq lywm hy nfs lshms lty knt tshrq `ndm j wldk l~ lHy@, wstZl tshrq `ndm ymwt akhr 'Hfdk. "thm 'rdf qy'lan: "n 'fkr lshbb hy 'Dw sT`@ tlm` b`ydan, tmman mthl lshhb lty Glban m tSn` bryqan fy lsm. wlkn Hkm@ lshywkh klnjwm lrskh@ lty tlm` wl ytbdd nwrh Ht~ n lbHr@ y`tmdwn `lyh fy tHdyd wjhthm." | George S. Clason | ||
| 665cdca | A part of all I earn is mine to keep! | George S. Clason | ||
| 5ae6aba | She had challenged him on this point one night at Anne and George's, inhibitions weakened by Ronrico: "Explain this Mass to me!" There was a silence as he sat still, apparently looking at the dinner plates and chicken bones. "Consider the Star of David," he said quietly. "Two triangles, one pointing down, one pointing up. I find this a powerful image--the Divine reaching down, humanity reaching upward. And in the center, an intersection, wh.. | Mary Doria Russell | ||
| 19f9846 | Bein' born is craps," he decided. He glanced at Morg and let loose that sly, lopsided smile of his. "How we live is poker." | Mary Doria Russell | ||
| 8c0cf00 | and yet, in the end, did Klara Hitler's sickly son ever fire a gun? One hollow, hateful little an. One last awful thought: all the harm he ever did was done for him by others. | Mary Doria Russell | ||
| a361539 | The problem with atheism, I find, under these circumstances, is that I have no one to despise but myself. If, however, I choose to believe that God is vicious, then at least I have the solace of hating God. | Mary Doria Russell | ||
| 225e4d3 | Distressing to be hated because of lies, isn't it." (Mirella) "Especially when there are so many legitimate reasons to be hated." (Schramm)" | nazis world-war-ii wwii | Mary Doria Russell | |
| de75f23 | Yet there were times when he did love her with all the kindness she demanded, and how was she to know what were those times? Alone she raged against his cheerfulness and put herself at the mercy of her own love and longed to be free of it because it made her less than he and dependent on him. But how could she be free of chains she had put upon herself? Her soul was all tempest. The dreams she had once had of her life were dead. She was in .. | Pearl S. Buck | ||
| 347345c | He had other fires and these flamed higher than Love. | Pearl S. Buck | ||
| ee9b739 | I would ask my teacher a question," Yehonala said. "Ask," Lady Miao replied. She was brushing fine quick strokes upon a large sheet of paper spread upon a square table which the eunuch had brought to her side. "When may I paint a picture of my own?" Yehonala asked. Her teacher held her hand poised for an instant and cast a sidelong look from her narrowed eyes. "When I can no longer command you." | Pearl S. Buck | ||
| 737d2b8 | Well I know I am ugly and cannot be loved-- | Pearl S. Buck | ||
| 0acbf3d | Make love! He disliked the phrase. Could one make love? | pearl-s-buck the-eternal-wonder | Pearl S. Buck | |
| d69d41c | I reminded myself that time takes care of many things. Asia had thought me that. | Pearl S. Buck | ||
| 1cf6088 | When foreigners come into a nation, the best way is to make them no longer foreign. That is to say, let us marry our young together and let there be children. War is costly, love is cheap. | Pearl S. Buck | ||
| 49298db | If you look at the world, you'll be distressed. If you look within, you'll be depressed. But if you look at Christ, you'll be at rest. | Rick Warren | ||
| 7f698fc | This is what God wants most from you: a relationship! | Rick Warren | ||
| a943065 | So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." 2 CORINTHIANS 4:18" | Rick Warren | ||
| 4616466 | The easiest way to discover the purpose of an invention is to ask the creator of it. The same is true for discovering your life's purpose: Ask God. | Rick Warren | ||
| 8aa06b0 | Knowing and loving God is our greatest privilege, and being known and loved is God's greatest pleasure. | Rick Warren | ||
| 8239c9b | But God's presence in your life has nothing to do with your feelings. Your emotions are susceptible to all kinds of influences, so they are often unreliable. Sometimes the worst advice you can get is "Do what you feel." Often what we feel is neither real nor right. Your emotional state can be the result of memories, hormones, medicines, food, lack of sleep, tension, or fears. Whenever I start to feel anxious about a situation, I remind myse.. | Rick Warren | ||
| a5f6f68 | And workers who needed to go to the bathroom weren't allowed to take a break. They were forced to pee right on the slaughterhouse floor, near meat that people would soon be eating. | Eric Schlosser | ||
| c4104ce | It wouldn't pay to get fresh with a missionary. | John Grisham | ||
| 2655615 | Heads:It goes weel. Tails:It doesn't | Lisa Schroeder | ||
| 7c4e353 | When you meet someone so different from yourself, in a GOOD way, you don't even have to kiss to have fireworks go off. It's like fireworks in your heart all the time. | Lisa Schroeder | ||
| 3a6b3bb | WRAP ME UP I shiver. He pulls away. "Are you cold?" he asks. "A little. Plus... you know." "What?" "Um... your kisses?" He laughs, pulls me down onto the blanket and wraps his arms and legs around me. Perfect. My kind of blanket." | love p231 ramance | Lisa Schroeder | |
| 52b1dc2 | When he opens the door, I step in and an army of memories comes at me from all sides. | Lisa Schroeder | ||
| 7f87818 | Hidden, there, behind the face of a beautiful boy, I see you. The real you. | Lisa Schroeder | ||
| b67fd3c | Let us live so we can love. | Lisa Schroeder | ||
| b7e9e43 | Today there's no one here, so I find a rock and open my notebook filled with letters to Lucca, reading them, noticing how the letters decreased in frequency over the past couple of months. When i started, shortly after he died, I wrote them every day. I hurt so bad, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't, so my words on the page became a diary of the pain. | chasing-brooklyn diary lisa-schroeder lucca | Lisa Schroeder |