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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 21a6b7f | Listen carefully to me, darling, because I'm giving you fair warning that I won't let you do this to us. You gave me your love, and I will not let you take it away. The harder you try, the harder I'll fight you. I'll haunt your dreams at night, exactly the way you have haunted mine every night I was away from you. You'll lie awake in bed at night, wanting me, and you'll know I'm lying awake wanting you. And when you can't stand it anymore y.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| c7d8e81 | The ingredients of both darkness and light are equally present in all of us,...The madness of this planet is largely a result of the human being's difficulty in coming to viruous balance with himself. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 9c8e696 | He who can, does. He who cannot, teaches. | George Bernard Shaw | ||
| 45e6333 | Scars are the paler pain of survival received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 5e7668f | It seems that the young woman made some indelicate suggestion of a threesome...When I got there, Miss Nash was standing by the hot tub in a small bikini, pointing the business end of a SIG-Sauer P-226 at her fella and concerned members of the hotel staff, while dunking the scantily clad female's head under the water and asking, "Who's diving for clams now, bitch?" | magic-bleeds | Ilona Andrews | |
| 4babe68 | Now climb, young grasshopper, so your Kung Fu won't be weak. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| cd8933b | here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) | e.e. cummings | ||
| a3cc7e5 | Sometimes it feels like we're all living in a Prozac nation. The United States of Depression. | elizabeth-wurtzel prozac-nation | Elizabeth Wurtzel | |
| 30cf8d1 | is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 8a4ebc2 | Fiction can show you a different world. It can take you somewhere you've never been. Once you've visited other worlds, like those who ate fairy fruit, you can never be entirely content with the world that you grew up in. Discontent is a good thing: discontented people can modify and improve their worlds, leave them better, leave them different. And while we're on the subject, I'd like to say a few words about escapism. I hear the term bandi.. | reading fiction fantasy neil-gaiman escapism | Neil Gaiman | |
| e1d4937 | It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style. They affect us just as vulgarity affects us. They give us an impression of sheer brute force, and we revolt against that. Sometimes, however, a tragedy that possesses artistic elements of beauty crosses our lives. If these elements.. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 2a1251e | Dinnertime!" It was Isabelle, standing framed in the door of the library. She still had the spoon in her hand, though her hair had escaped from its bun and was straggling down her neck. "Sorry if I'm interrupting," she added, as an afterthought. "Dear God," said Jace, "the dread hour is nigh." Hodge looked alarmed. "I--I--I had a very filling breakfast," he stammered. "I mean lunch. A filling lunch. I couldn't possibly eat--" "I threw out t.. | isabelle | Cassandra Clare | |
| a447ef1 | I wasn't on dumping Cameron. We were here, and he called, and his face showed up on my phone- well, actually a llama came up on my phone because I don't actually have a picture of him so I just used a llama- and the llama made me so angry I just couldn't help myself." "Bad time to be a llama." "Is there ever a good time, really?" | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 2f482f4 | No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart. | Stephen King | ||
| a71c3a4 | Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful. | dark love phury ruin endings | J.R. Ward | |
| 1c20c36 | Okay. Right. Horror meets romance meets erotica meets fantasy meets hip hop. Throw in some leather and some Miami Ink shit, stir with a baseball bat and a tire iron, sprinkle on some baby powder, and serve over a hot bed of Holy-Mary-mother-of-God-this-has-to-work-or-I'm-going-to-be-a-lawyer-for-the-rest-of-my-natural-life. No problem." (J.R. Ward on the elements of writing the Black Dagger Brotherhood)" | J.R. Ward | ||
| 6841ca1 | You've got some of me in you, cop.' Wrath's smile stuck around as he slid his glasses back on. 'Course, I always knew you were a royal. Just didn't think it went past the pain-in-the-ass-part is all. | J.R. Ward | ||
| c67e002 | She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself | F. Scott Fitzgerald | ||
| 50d2c89 | Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that. | social-justice | Martin Luther King Jr. | |
| 24d8c1e | He lies to himself. If Eugenides talked in his sleep, he'd lie then, too. | lying tricksters | Megan Whalen Turner | |
| 911e5c9 | My parents did love each other. Enough to forsake plans and factions. Enough to defy "faction before blood." Blood before faction--no, love before faction, always. - Tris Prior" -- | love love-before-faction | Veronica Roth | |
| ba7dfbd | What's a mediator you ask? Oh, a person who acts as a liason between the living and the dead. Hey, wait a minute...what're you doing with that strait jacket?-Suze Simon's imagination | Meg Cabot | ||
| 8275d44 | Luck has a way of evaporating when you lean on it. | Brandon Mull | ||
| 56406aa | I don't feel that way anymore," Nico muttered. "I mean... I gave up on Percy. I was young and impressionable, and I- I don't..." His voice cracked, and Jason could tell the guy was about to get teary-eyed. Whether Nico had really given up on Percy or not, Jason couldn't imagine what it had been like for Nico all those years, keeping a secret that would've been unthinkable to share in the 1940s, denying who he was, feeling completely alone- .. | trust friendship bromance heroes-of-olympus percy-jackson house-of-hades jason-grace nico-di-angelo rick-riordan | Rick Riordan | |
| 29426e7 | But Annabeth just smiled and put us in jail. As she was heading back to the front line, she turned and winked. "See you at the fireworks?" She didn't even wait for my answer before darting off into the woods. I looked at Beckendorf. "Did she just...ask me out?" He shrugged, completely disgusted. "Who knows with girls? Give me a haywire dragon, any day." So we sat together and waited while the girls won the game." | capture-the-flag charles-beckendorf fireworks silena-beauregard percy-jackson | Rick Riordan | |
| 5782b1d | There!" Apollo pointed. "Long Island, dead ahead. Let's slow down, dear. 'Dead' is only an expression." | thalia-grace | Rick Riordan | |
| cc6abc2 | I uncapped the blade, flung open the door, and found myself face-to-face with a black pegasus. Its voice spoke in my mind as it clopped away from the sword blade. | percy-jackson | Rick Riordan | |
| 24c711f | We walked on the beach, fed blue corn ships to the seagulls, and munched on blue jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy and all the other free samples my mom brought home from work. I guess I should explain the blue food. See, Gabe had once told my mom there was no such thing. They had this fight, which seemed like a really small thing at the time. But ever since, my mom went out of her way to eat blue. She baked blue birthday cakes. She mixed.. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 5aa931a | You never know when it will be the last time you'll see your father, or kiss your wife, or play with your little brother, but there's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving. | Jonathan Tropper | ||
| 3fa29e8 | I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life and start figuring out the one I have. | life benjamin-evans running-away | Holly Black | |
| c65f34e | It is not a sudden leap from sick to well. It is a slow, strange meander from sick to mostly well. The misconception that eating disorders are a medical disease in the traditional sense is not helpful here. There is no 'cure'. A pill will not fix it, though it may help. Ditto therapy, ditto food, ditto endless support from family and friends. You fix it yourself. It is the hardest thing that I have ever done, and I found myself stronger for.. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| df738cd | In essence, if we want to direct our lives, we must take control of our consistent actions. It's not what we do once in a while that shapes our lives, but what we do consistently. | perseverance inspirational | Anthony Robbins | |
| f22e784 | Until justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream. | human-rights righteousness america freedom inspirational stream peace justice water pride | Martin Luther King Jr. | |
| 6e3eded | You are a cosmic flower. Om chanting is the process of opening the psychic petals of that flower. | aum cosmic-consciousness cosmic-energy human-flourishing om om-chanting om-meditation om-yoga inspirational cosmic mantra meditation | Amit Ray | |
| fffc3a8 | Most people die with their music still locked up inside them. | music inspirational | Benjamin Disraeli | |
| 086dc9d | But what if Shakespeare? and Hamlet? were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whethe | shakespeare inspirational | Gayle Forman | |
| 3cb8191 | Accept yourself, your strengths, your weaknesses, your truths, and know what tools you have to fulfill your purpose. | acceptance-of-oneself motivational life truth inspirational strengths weaknesses tools purpose | Steve Maraboli | |
| e3d46db | What does a scanner see? he asked himself. I mean, really see? Into the head? Down into the heart? Does a passive infrared scanner like they used to use or a cube-type holo-scanner like they use these days, the latest thing, see into me - into us - clearly or darkly? I hope it does, he thought, see clearly, because I can't any longer these days see into myself. I see only murk. Murk outside; murk inside. I hope, for everyone's sake, the sca.. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 6a3c6f9 | I'll do anything for her. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| cd08dc6 | You've been awake a while?" When his smile spread, I shook my head. "So you just laid there and let me stare at you like a creeper?" "Pretty much, Kitten. I figured I'd let you get your fill, but then you kissed me and, well, I like to be a bit more involved in that." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 4b39698 | I think that most people would rather face the light of a real enemy than the darkness of their imagined fears. | fear | Max Brooks | |
| 106aa5f | If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things. | Henry Miller | ||
| 6f51340 | Writers imagine that they cull stories from the world. I'm beginning to believe that vanity makes them think so. That it's actually the other way around. Stories cull writers from the world. Stories reveal themselves to us. The public narrative, the private narrative - they colonize us. They commission us. They insist on being told. Fiction and nonfiction are only different techniques of story telling. For reasons that I don't fully underst.. | Arundhati Roy | ||
| d4fd1ee | People who bore one another should meet seldom; people who interest one another, often. | C.S. Lewis |