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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| be99aa4 | She slid off the table, but didn't object to having his hand support her. "Where's my ice cream?" "You didn't behave, so there'll be no treat for you." "That's just mean." -- | J.D. Robb | ||
| 49f2060 | Reaching into his pocket, he took out the amulet Isis had given him the night before, slipped it over Eve's neck. "What's this for?" "It looks better on you than me." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Bull. You're being superstitious." "No, I'm not," he lied and set her plate in with his before he shifted and began to unbutton her shirt. "Hey, what are you doing?" "Passing the time." His hands, clever and quick, swooped down to take her breast.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 1b61aca | The huge cat, Galahad, was draped over the back of Eve's sleep chair like a drunk over a bar at last call. Since he'd spent several hours the night before attacking boxes, fighting with ribbon, and murdering discarded wrapping paper, she left him where he was so he could sleep it off. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 6ac584f | He held up a hand. "You've come perilously close to being written up for insubordination, Lieutenant. I expect better control from you, and have rarely had the need to remind you of it." "Yes, sir." "Moreover, I find myself insulted both on a personal and professional level that you assumed I had or would approve an asinine schedule that pulls you off a priority." "I apologize, Commander, and can only offer the weak excuse that any and all .. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 3273903 | And how does my aide come by this information before I do?" "Well, you know . . . pillow talk. See, sex--in this case--is an advantage to you. McNab said they'd get through faster, but at data clubs like that, the units are totally clogged. But he's on it and it's his top priority." She cleared her throat when Eve made no comment. "Should I still contact Captain Feeney?" "Oh, Feeney and I appear to be superfluous at this point. You and McPe.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 7efa52d | U.N.? As in United Nations?" "No, U.N. as in Unidentified Numbskulls." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 75d5900 | Oh, come on. People see ghosts all the time." "That's because people, by and large, are whacked." | J.D. Robb | ||
| b5596da | He may have gotten spanked by a barbecue grill, but on a desk unit, he was a king. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 49d9201 | If we don't make it, I love you and blah, blah, blah." He laughed, and shifted so his arm wrapped around her shoulders. "I'll say the same. It's been a hell of a ride so far." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 8cfa90e | At the office, there was that palpable sense of Friday joy, everyone colluding with the lie that somehow the weekend would be amazing and that, next week, work would be different, better. They never learn. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 5c8f61b | Raymond hadn't phoned anyone or asked an outside agency to intervene. He'd elected to look after me himself. I'd been pondering this, and concluded that there must be some people for whom difficult behavior wasn't a reason to end their relationship with you. If they liked you--and, I remembered, Raymond and I had agreed that we were pals now--then, it seemed, they were prepared to maintain contact, even if you were sad, or upset, or behavin.. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 1f89d9f | This was an all too familiar social scenario for me; standing alone, staring into the middle of distance. It was absolutely fine. It was absolutely normal. After the fire, at each new school, I'd tried so hard, but something about me just didn't fit. There was, it seemed, no Eleanor-shaped social hole for me to slot into. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| e665795 | Did you have a good time on Saturday, then?" he asked. I wished it had been between mouthfuls, but it was, in fact, horrifically, during one. "Yes, thank you," I said. "It was the first time I've tried dancing, and I quite enjoyed it." He kept forking the food into his mouth. The process, and the noise, seemed almost industrial in its relentlessness." | Gail Honeyman | ||
| c1933bf | The gilded confines of the Beauty Hall were not my preferred habitat; like the chicken that had laid the eggs for my sandwich, I was more of a free-range creature. | eggs eleanor-oliphant funny gail-honeyman humor sandwich | Gail Honeyman | |
| cec4888 | If I'm ever unsure as to the correct course of action, I'll think, "What would a ferret do?" | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 7080f55 | Once upon a time," Gemma began, the older two girls whispering the opening with her, "which is all times and no times but not the very best of times,there was a castle. And in it lived a king who wanted nothing more in the world than a child." | Jane Yolen | ||
| 89d9980 | Ah--now you think I have been lying to you, that this is only a story. It has a king in it. And while a story with Death might be true, a story with a king in it is always a fairy tale. But remember, this comes from a time when kings were as common as corn. Plant a field and you got corn. Plant a kingdom and you got a king. It is that simple. | fairy-tales stories | Jane Yolen | |
| a86b176 | But wanting and getting are hard neighbors and bitter friends. | Jane Yolen | ||
| c8be767 | As I thought about endings and - being a lover of fairy tales - I knew immediately that the deeply rooted last line in folk stories, 'And they lived happily ever after', is the core of what we think we know about endings. We hear it always in our hindbrain because it's the last line most of us in the West have grown up with. That line stops the story at the point of greatest happiness. The wedding, the homecoming, the mystery unraveled, the.. | Jane Yolen | ||
| c59bb10 | My parents never recognized the things that for me were achievements. I was praised for the things that came naturally to me, like my intelligence, but when I really put all my effort into looking nice (trying to), it went unrecognised. No-one ever told me I looked pretty or nice, or that I was a beautiful person (to them) and I needed them to... | childhood-neglect emotional-neglect feeling-ignored feeling-ugly feeling-unloved low-self-esteem unmet-needs | Carol Lee | |
| d3f677e | The door opened. "We're here," said Mrs. Rogers. Aunt Myra came in. "Now!" said Amelia Bedelia. "Greetings, greetings, greetings," said the three children. "What's that about?" said Mrs. Rogers. "You said to greet Aunt Myra with Carols," said Amelia Bedelia. "Here's Carol Lee, Carol Green, and Carol Lake." "What lovely Carols," said Aunt Myra. "Thank you." | Peggy Parish | ||
| 45b9f97 | Those previous versions of herself were so distant now that remembering them was almost like remembering other people, acquaintances, young women whom she'd known a long time ago, and she felt such compassion for them. "I regret nothing," she told her reflection in the ladies' room mirror, and believed it." | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 1725b14 | Is it possible that somewhere there are ships setting out? If there are again towns with streetlights, if there are symphonies and newspapers, then what else might this awakening world contain? Perhaps vessels are setting out even now, traveling toward or away from him, steered by sailors armed with maps and knowledge of the stars, driven by need or perhaps simply by curiosity; whatever became of the countries on the other side? If nothing .. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| f492591 | This was something he adored about her, the way she let things go so easily. What a pleasant state of affairs, he'd been thinking lately, to be with a woman who didn't hold a grudge. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| b5d6747 | She was thinking about the container-ship fleet on the horizon. The crew out there wouldn't have been exposed to the flu. Too late to get to a ship herself now, but she smiled at the thought that there were people in this reeling world who were safe. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 60826fc | We have been lost for so long,' " she said, still quoting from that scene. She looked past him at the boy. The boy was staring at the gun in his hands. He was nodding, seemingly to himself. " 'We long only for the world we were born into.' " | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 5314134 | Survival might be insufficient, she'd told Dieter in late-night arguments, but on the other hand, so was Shakespeare. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 08bae65 | Love is like the lion's tooth. | love | Emily St. John Mandel | |
| 55c6ae7 | If your soul left this earth I would follow and find you. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 04772e3 | Are you asking if I believe in ghosts?" "I don't know. Maybe. Yes." "Of course not. Imagine how many there'd be." "Yes," Kirsten said, "that's exactly it." | ghosts | Emily St. John Mandel | |
| 112a759 | The night sky was brighter than it had been. On the clearest nights the stars were a cloud of light across the breadth of the sky, extravagant in their multitudes . . . The era of light pollution had come to an end. The increasing brilliance meant the grid was failing, darkness pooling over the earth. I was here for the end of electricity. The thought sent shivers up Clark's spine. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 5169bca | It just doesn't make sense," Elizabeth insisted. "Are we supposed to believe that civilization has just come to an end?" "Well," Clark offered, "it was always a little fragile, wouldn't you say?" They were sitting together in the Skymiles Lounge, where Elizabeth and Tyler had set up camp. "I don't know." Elizabeth spoke slowly, looking out at the tarmac. "I've been taking art history classes on and off for years, between projects. And of co.. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| fdf81f9 | only the dishonorable leave when things get difficult. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| cf5a87b | Estaba segura de que debia ser un hombre feo, tal vez enfermo o contrahecho, porque le parecia imposible que una sensibilidad tan profunda y una inteligencia tan precisa se sumara un aspecto atrayente. | Isabel Allende | ||
| b26d5d6 | Aqui la locura se repartio entre todos y no sobro nada para tener nuestro propio loco de remate. | Isabel Allende | ||
| 563338e | Devereaux is going with our pitch." "Hey, that's just great," I said superperkily. "Wendell's or mine?" "Yours." "But you want to fire me. So fire me." "We can't fire you. They loved you. The head guy, Leonard Daly, thought you were, I quote, 'a great kid, very courageous' and a natural to do a whispering campaign. He said you had believability." "That's too bad." "Why? You're not quitting!" I thought about it. "Not if you don't want me to... | inspiration job power promotion | Marian Keyes | |
| 5955a30 | He'd done his walls with paint from Holy Basil. God, I yearned for their colors. I hadn't been able to afford them myself but I knew their color chart like the back of my hand. His hall was done in Gangrene, his stairs in Agony and his living room--unless I was very much mistaken--in Dead Whale. Colors I personally very much approved of. | humor setting-the-scene way-with-words | Marian Keyes | |
| 9eb35b2 | That's the thing with relationships, I understood: it doesn't mean we don't hurt one another; how can we help it sometimes, we're only human. But if you love someone, you get hurt and you manage to forgive. And be forgiven. | Marian Keyes | ||
| 2facd29 | Our health is our wealth. | Marian Keyes | ||
| 6e64c07 | Survival was an unpleasent thing to witness. | Marian Keyes | ||
| 1d73424 | Worse, neither of us has liked any of the other's Facebook posts, the modern equivalent of pistols at dawn. | Marian Keyes | ||
| 364a6f0 | I should have learned mindfulness, and it's too late now because it's no good learning it when you're already in crisis: you have to start when things are good. But only the very, very oddest would think, Hey, my life is perfect. I know! I'll sit and waste twenty minutes Observing My Thoughts without Judgement. | crisis distraction humour mindfulness self-deprecation thoughts worry | Marian Keyes | |
| 54f278b | It was just that this was real life and no decision was clearly sign-posted. It's not like you take the right turning and you get everlasting happiness and you take the wrong one and you're life's a disaster. In real life it's often almost impossible to tell which decision is the one you should make because what you stand to gain and what you stand to lose are sometimes--often--neck and neck. | Marian Keyes | ||
| 13e7101 | Talk is cheap, but look at how people behave, not at what they say. | Marian Keyes |