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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3279ab3 | Let's make this a fight worthy of a song. | sarah-j-maas throne-of-glass | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 8fb0924 | I'm a vampire, idiot. I don't have x-ray vision." "Some supernatural monster you are, remind me to trade you in for a werewolf, bro. Probably be more useful right now." | Rachel Caine | ||
| 7e2fbcb | No legacy is so rich as honesty. | legacy | William Shakespeare | |
| 0e56f3a | She should have remembered that people have given everything they own, everything they are, to be taken care of, and to have their pain gone. It's the lure of cults: the promise of a good family; it's what people think love is, but love isn't absence of pain, it's a hand to hold while you're going through it. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 2c51fe7 | quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean "love" in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach .. | Joan Didion | ||
| ce0b6d5 | She knew that even pain can be confessed, but to confess happiness is to stand naked, delivered to the witness... | Ayn Rand | ||
| bffd6d3 | Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. | tears | Charles Dickens | |
| bffa972 | The gift of words is the gift of deception and illusion. | Frank Herbert | ||
| 3252d25 | There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you. | love lovers romance separation | Jeffrey Eugenides | |
| 014fa22 | My capacity for happiness," he added, "you could fit into a matchbox without taking out the matches first" -- | Douglas Adams | ||
| 23cadce | Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking. | riddle | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 7be0120 | Nothing, nothing mattered, and I knew why. So did he. Throughout the whole absurd life I'd lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people's deaths or a mother's love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people choose or.. | Albert Camus | ||
| b762ce8 | You are safe inside your mind. No one can reach you there. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 86d9764 | I am sitting with a philosopher in the garden; he says again and again 'I know that that's a tree', pointing to a tree that is near us. Someone else arrives and hears this, and I tell him: 'This fellow isn't insane. We are only doing philosophy. | philosophy | Ludwig Wittgenstein | |
| 0c2d79f | How do you defeat terrorism? Don't be terrorized. | courage freedom serenity stoicism terrorism | Salman Rushdie | |
| c0327f4 | No, I don't love Max anymore. But I don't want to give you this broken, empty me. I want you to have me when I'm full, when I can give something back to you. I don't have much to give right now. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 111d916 | I never believed in Santa Claus. None of us kids did. Mom and Dad refused to let us. They couldn't afford expensive presents and they didn't want us to think we weren't as good as other kids who, on Christmas morning, found all sorts of fancy toys under the tree that were supposedly left by Santa Claus. Dad had lost his job at the gypsum, and when Christmas came that year, we had no money at all. On Christmas Eve, Dad took each one of us k.. | Jeannette Walls | ||
| 7aad554 | There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 229bde6 | I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day--spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free. (...) I want, I think, to be omniscient... I think I would like to call myself "The girl who wanted to be God." Yet if I were not in this body, where would I be--perhaps I am destined to be classified and qualified. But, oh, I cry out against it. I am I--I am powerfu.. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 6c08084 | Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| ac1b97c | That simple act stole my breath, my heart. But even as he pulled away, I realized that he couldn't steal something he already had. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| e011e49 | Laistry....I can't even say that. What would you call them in English?" "Canadians." -- | percy-jackson | Rick Riordan | |
| c6d03c8 | We sat down and Lend put his arm around me. Every single jaw at the table dropped. "Man," John said, shaking his head. "All this time I was pretty sure you were gay." | Kiersten White | ||
| 659ece9 | Maturity starts with the willingness to give oneself. | Elisabeth Elliot | ||
| d679f22 | Please remember: things are not what they seem. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d8b9d05 | You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down. | Kim Edwards | ||
| d481eb9 | the people you love can surprise you every day... maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 52aee53 | That ain't me, that ain't my face. It wasn't even me when I was trying to be that face. I wasn't even really me them; I was just being the way I looked, the way people wanted. | Ken Kesey | ||
| bf2a1df | My mind then wandered. I thought of this: I thought of how every day each of us experiences a few little moments that have just a bit more resonance than other moments--we hear a word that sticks in our mind--or maybe we have a small experience that pulls us out of ourselves, if only briefly--we share a hotel elevator with a bride in her veils, say, or a stranger gives us a piece of bread to feed to the mallard ducks in the lagoon; a small .. | meaning_of_life moments | Douglas Coupland | |
| 73d12ce | Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us. | Evelyn Waugh | ||
| 1c2d81f | How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams. | fear peace | Bram Stoker | |
| edb06ea | We all build internal sea walls to keep at bay the sadnesses of life and the often overwhelming forces within our minds. In whatever way we do this--through love, work, family, faith, friends, denial, alcohol, drugs, or medication, we build these walls, stone by stone, over a lifetime. | Kay Redfield Jamison | ||
| 75994b0 | I must say, I rather like the way you manage Will. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 748f9d0 | Alec?" Magnus was staring at him. He had dispatched the remaining Iblis demons, and the square was empty but for the two of them. "Did you just- did you just save my life?" Alec knew he ought to say something like, Of course, because I'm a Shadowhunter and that's what we do, or That's my job. Jace would have said something like that. Jace always knew the right thing to say. But the words that actually came out of Alec's mouth where quite d.. | humor magnus-bane | Cassandra Clare | |
| 6acd543 | She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war. | clary-fray history jace-wayland life marks mortal-instruments war | Cassandra Clare | |
| 54141ec | Charlotte, who had sagged back in her chair, her eyes half-closed, said, "Will, I have already been up all night copying down the relevant parts. Much of it was--" "Gibberish?" Jem suggested. "Pornographic?" said Will at the same time. "Could be both," said Will. "Haven't you ever heard of pornographic gibberish before?" | Cassandra Clare | ||
| ca9260b | You had every right to be. He raised his eyes to look at her and she was suddenly and strangely reminded of being four years old at the beach, crying when the wind came up and blew away the castle she had made. Her mother had told her she could make another one if she liked, but it hadn't stopped her crying because what she had thought was permanent was not permanent after all, but only made out of sand that vanished at the touch of wind an.. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 468c138 | Beannacht / Blessing On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, may a flock of colours, indigo, red, green, and azure blue come to awaken in you a meadow of delight. When the canvas frays in the currach of thought and a stain of ocean blackens beneath you, may there come across the waters a pat.. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 506fce0 | You can't just make me different, and the leave. Because I was fine before. | John Green | ||
| 2afd054 | It's total bullshit," he said. "The whole thing. Eighty percent survival rate and he's in the twenty percent? Bullshit. He was such a bright kid. It's bullshit. I hate it. But it was sure a privilege to love him, huh?" | John Green | ||
| a7ac13c | For throughout history, you can read the stories of women who - against all the odds - got being a woman right, but ended up being compromised, unhappy, hobbled or ruined, because all around them, society was still wrong. Show a girl a pioneering hero - Sylvia Plath, Dorothy Parker, Frida Kahlo, Cleopatra, Boudicca, Joan of Arc - and you also, more often than not, show a girl a woman who was eventually crushed. | women-s-liberation | Caitlin Moran | |
| f7a8e38 | You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world... | Jean Rhys | ||
| b205f86 | You're right though. I should have discussed my plan with you. I'm sorry. From now on, I promise I will consult with you before I do anything you don't expect. Is that exceptable?' (Eragon) Only if it involves weapons, magic, kings, or family members.' (Saphira) Or flowers.' (Eragon) Or flowers. I don't need to know if you decide to eat some bread and cheese in the middle of the night.' (Saphira) | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 6cb1d53 | Laistry....I can't even say that. What would you call them in English?" "Canadians." | percy-jackson | Rick Riordan |