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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e287131 | Morgan threw tantrums that would impress a two-year-old. | morgan | Chloe Neill | |
| a92a6fa | I glanced mildly at Lindsey. "Did you spike his blood with caffeine?" "Die Hard marathon was on TV last night," she said. "He's been weaponized since then." | luc merit | Chloe Neill | |
| 4684593 | There are few things in the world that he loves more than this House, Merit. Possibly only one." At the knowing gaze in his eyes, my cheeks flushed. "And in all the world, he entrusted one girl, one scholar, with the right to defend it." | merit | Chloe Neill | |
| c6d9627 | Jeff opened blue eyes, grinned at me. "If you're feeling left out . . ." I almost threw out an instinctive no, but I decided to throw him a bone. "Oh, Jeff. It'd be too good--you and me. Too powerful, too much emotion, too much heat. We'd come together and boom"--I clapped my hands together--"like a moth to a flame, there'd be nothing left." His eyes glazed over. "Combustion?" "Totally." He was quiet for a moment, his index finger tracing a.. | merit | Chloe Neill | |
| a9fc7f5 | Diamonds are forever. Magic not so much. | Chloe Neill | ||
| ed17273 | Every time I breathe, I breathe for you. Every time I speak, I speak for you. And every time I howl, I howl for you. | Chloe Neill | ||
| 5223678 | Do you have a room preference?" I asked Ethan. "Whichever you prefer," he said, "since I'll be staying with you." There was no equivocation in his voice. No question, no request for permission. It was a statement, an announcement of something he meant to do. Something he would do. "Of course you will," I said. "It would be rude to muss two of her bedrooms. We might as well bunk up and save her the trouble." Ethan rolled his eyes. "That isn'.. | merit | Chloe Neill | |
| 7fe19fd | Why, Sullivan, I think I just kicked your ass. | merit | Chloe Neill | |
| aaba4a4 | Take of your shirt,"he said. But I hadn't won Ethan Sullivan-and he hadn't won me-by my playing the wilting lily to his alpha predator.I lifted my head. "I am not your possession." "Aren't you?" At my refusal,he moved forward and gripped the hem of my shirt." | Chloe Neill | ||
| 4c8fb83 | Oh, I get it. You're doing the girlfriend--what's her name? Megan?" "Merit," answered the girl at the table. "And it's a pretty good costume." I opened my mouth to object, to proclaim that I wasn't doing Ethan's girlfriend, I was Ethan's girlfriend, and I was doing Ethan." | Chloe Neill | ||
| cc5d1c9 | Amy is so correct that a good personality can make a guy better-looking. | Daria Snadowsky | ||
| 6eee8eb | I think how breakups can bring out the worst in the best people, and part of being upset is mouthing off crap you don't mean. | fights friendships | Daria Snadowsky | |
| b5ad567 | The Italian neofascists were learning from the U.S. reactionaries how to achieve fascism's class goals within the confines of quasi-democratic forms: use an upbeat, Reaganesque optimism; replace the jackbooted militarists with media-hyped crowd pleasers; convince people that government is the enemy - especially its social service sector - while strengthening the repressive capacities of the state; instigate racist hostility and antagonisms .. | trump warning | Michael Parenti | |
| 9b45b0c | All conservative ideologies justify existing inequities as the natural order of things, inevitable outcomes of human nature. If the very rich are naturally so much more capable than the rest of us, why must they be provided with so many artificial privileges under the law, so many bailouts, subsidies and other special considerations - at our expense? Their "naturally superior talents" include unprincipled and illegal subterfuge such as pric.. | capitalism class class-struggle competition socialism | Michael Parenti | |
| 16bd029 | The charge of blasphemy is loaded. The point is to pack a wallop behind the charge that in our worship services God simply doesn't come through for who he is. He is unwittingly belittled. For those who are stunned by the indescribable magnitude of what God has made, not to mention the infinite greatness of the One who made it, the steady diet on Sunday morning of practical how-to's and psychological soothing and relational therapy and tacti.. | John Piper | ||
| a40c7a9 | God created us in his image, male and female, with personhood and sexual passions, so that when he comes to us in this world there would be these powerful words and images to describe the promises and the pleasures of our covenant relationship with him through Christ. | sex-and-the-supremacy-of-christ | John Piper | |
| a9fbbaa | Well, God does not mean for us to be passive. He means for us to fight the fight of faith--the fight for joy. And the central strategy is to preach the gospel to yourself. This is war. Satan is preaching for sure. If we remain passive, we surrender the field to him. | John Piper | ||
| 280daaa | But we also need stories. Great stories. | John Piper | ||
| 91810f3 | If anyone is going to see the gospel as true and good, satanic blindness and natural deadness must be overcome by the power of God. This is why the Bible says that even though the gospel foolishness to many, yet 'to those who are called...Christ [is] the power of God and the wisdom of God' (1 Corinthians 1:24). The 'calling' is the merciful act of God to remove natural deadness and satanic blindness, so that we see Christ as true and good. .. | John Piper | ||
| b2992e1 | childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a forgotten peach at the back of the refrigerator. | joy simile similes worship | John Piper | |
| d9670f5 | We can draw no deadlines for God. He hastens or He delays as he sees fit. And his timing is all-loving toward his children. On, that we might learn to be patient in the hour of darkness. I don't mean that we make peace with darkness. We fight for joy. But we fight as those who are saved by grace and held by Christ. We say...that our night will soon- in God's good timing- turn to day. | John Piper | ||
| 21eb54c | It seems to me that Christians in the West are being coddled. We suffer little in the name of Christ. Therefore, we read the Bible not with a desperate hunger for evidences of God's triumph in pain, but with a view to improving our private pleasures. | John Piper | ||
| 4b1027c | Not to aim to show God is not to love, because God is what we need the most deeply. And to have all else without Him is to perish in the end. | John Piper | ||
| e004970 | The really wonderful moments of joy in this world are not moments of self-satisfaction, but self-forgetfulness. | John Piper | ||
| c422313 | Without a spiritual wakefulness to divine purposes and connections in all things, we will not know things for what they truly are. | knowledge | John Piper | |
| 6246715 | Pride is no respecter of persons. The serious thinkers may be humble, and the careless mystics may be arrogant. | pride thinking | John Piper | |
| b5641d8 | The Roman Emperor Julian, writing in the fourth century, regretted the progress of Christianity because it pulled people away from the Roman gods. He said, 'Atheism [I.e. the Christian faith!] has been specially advanced through the loving service rendered to strangers, and through their care for the burial of the dead. It is a scandal that there is not a single Jew who is a beggar, and that the godless Galileans care not only for their ow.. | John Piper | ||
| dbefabf | The only life I have left to live is future life. The past is not in my hands to offer or alter. It is gone. Not even God will change the past. All the expectations of God are future expectations. All the possibilities of faith and love are future possibilities. And all the power that touches me with help to live in love is future power. As precious as the bygone blessings of God may be, if He leaves me only with the memory of those, and no.. | John Piper | ||
| e2820f9 | Of whatever class or nation, however, all successful participants in the repetitive and unrelenting stress of aerial fighting came eventually to display its characteristic physiognomy: skeletal hands, sharpened noses, tight-drawn cheek bones, the bared teeth of a rictus smile and the fixed, narrowed gaze of men in a state of controlled fear. | John Keegan | ||
| d8241cf | The doubter's doubt is faith; his temptation is belief, and it is a temptation that has not been entirely quelled, even in a secular age. | James K.A. Smith | ||
| 7804b3f | And each, believing he was utterly and finally right, damned with equally positive conviction the rest of the world. | Algernon Blackwood | ||
| aac6ee4 | Remember that nobodies are the new somebodies. | Guy Kawasaki | ||
| 211df40 | Let yourself be enchanted in small ways. | Guy Kawasaki | ||
| 54a8ba8 | The self-edited author is as foolish as the self-medicated patient. | Guy Kawasaki | ||
| 0bd9a54 | Good blurbs are short, sweet, and limited to six. They answer the question "Why should I buy this book?" -- | writing-books | Guy Kawasaki | |
| 44432eb | Like a forest rose the huge peaks above the slumbering village, measuring the night and heavens. They beckoned him. And something born of the snowy desolation, born of the midnight and silent grandeur, born of the great listening hollows of the night, something that lay 'twixt terror and wonder, dropped from the vast wintry spaces down into his heart-- and called him. Very softly, unrecorded in any word or thought his brain could compass, i.. | night snow spooky | Algernon Blackwood | |
| 14d1baf | He gave it the benefit of the doubt; he was Scotch. ("The Wendigo")" | scots scotsman scotsmen | Algernon Blackwood | |
| 46567e1 | A man who has been shaken by a two-ton blockbuster has a frame of reference. He can equate the impact of an H-bomb with his own experience, even though the H-bomb blast is a million times more powerful than the shock he endured. To someone who has never felt a bomb, bomb is only a word. An H-bomb's fireball is something you see on television. It is not something that incinerates you to a cinder in the thousandth part of a second. So the H-b.. | Pat Frank | ||
| a775f9f | Randy knew he wasn't an alcoholic because an alcoholic craved liquor. He never craved it. He just drank for pleasure and the most pleasurable of all drinks was the first one on a crisp winter morning. Besides, when you took it with coffee that made it part of breakfast, and therefore not so depraved. | Pat Frank | ||
| 03c6b51 | You are mine for all eternity, Savannah, until we grow weary of this existence and choose to go together to the next." Reluctantly, he freed his body from hers,bent hif head to remove the thin triail of red marring her skin. Gregori settled her into him so that his head rested beside her breast. Her arms crept around his damp hair, cradling him to her, the sleep of their people calling to her. He shifted her slight body so that he could dra.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 37429a4 | Gary tried not to notice how pale Savannah was as she fixed him a pot of coffee.Her satin skin was almost translucent.He was groggy from the trance-induced sleep and had a hard time waking up, even after a long shower. He had no idea where the change of clothes had come from,but they were lying on the end of the bed when he awakened. Savannah was beautiful, moving through the house like flowing water, like music in the air.She was dressed i.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 4907a4c | Do not say it." Gabriel said with quiet menace. "I said nothing." Lucian pointed out. "You raised your eyebrow in that obnoxious way you have," Gabriel replied. "You are in enough trouble with me without adding a sneer to your sins." "She is not like the women I seem to recall from our youth." "You did not know any women in our youth." Gabriel told him." | gabriel lucian | Christine Feehan | |
| 73db19f | Draden was hers. The one. The only. She didn't know how she knew it, but she did know that nothing in her life was truer. | paranormal romance science-fiction | Christine Feehan | |
| 697f3ed | Her soft voice nearly was the end of his strength. Just when he was certain there was no way he could love her more, she did something like that. She made him feel as if he was everything to her. He'd never been everything to anyone. | paranormal-romance shifters | Christine Feehan |