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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ebae6a9 | A stereotype becomes a stereotype when a significant percentage of the population appears to conform to it. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| acdb88d | And there comes a time in your life when you realize that if you don't take the opportunity to be happy, you may never get another chance again. | Richard Russo | ||
| ad8b043 | You're where I want to be. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| d886ed4 | When a condition or a problem becomes too great, humans have the protection of not thinking about it. But it goes inward and minces up with a lot of other things already there and what comes out is discontent and uneasiness, guilt and a compulsion to get something--anything--before it is all gone. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 2c01436 | We hug, but there are no tears. For every awful thing that's been said and done, she is my sister. Parents die, daughters grow up and marry out, but sisters are for life. She is the only person left in the world who shares my memories of our childhood, our parents, our Shanghai, our struggles, our sorrows, and, yes, even our moments of happiness and triumph. My sister is the one person who truly knows me, as I know her. The last thing May s.. | sisters | Lisa See | |
| e50b4c0 | I never could bear the idea of anyone's expecting something from me. It always made me want to do just the opposite. | personality life personal | Jean-Paul Sartre | |
| 4f946fd | Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is." (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)" -- | slang | Douglas Adams | |
| d87962a | In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are spellcast. We speak in sentences that end before finishing. We sleep heavily because we need to ask so many questions as we dream alone. We bump into others and feel bashful at recognizing souls so similar to ourselves. | what-makes-us-who-we-are souls | Douglas Coupland | |
| 8675ffa | I love you, Gabby, more than you'll ever know. You're everything I've ever wanted in a wife. You're every hope and every dream I've ever had, and you've made me happier than any man could possibly be. I don't ever want to give that up. I can't. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| ef57c4c | You don't have favourites among your children, but you do have allies. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 77688eb | There is a hideous invention called the Dewey Decimal System. And you have to look up your topic in books and newspapers. Pages upon pages upon pages..." Uncle Will frowned. "Didn't they teach you how to go about research in that school of yours?" "No. But I can recite 'The Battle Hymn of the Republic' while making martinis." "I weep for the future." "There's where the martinis come in." | Libba Bray | ||
| abc0088 | Even though you may not understand how God works, you know he does. | Max Lucado | ||
| 704eb81 | Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me. I tell very few about the wings. Or the flying. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 0108365 | Let this hell be our heaven. | love hell | Richard Matheson | |
| bde3e76 | For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately. | literature | Virginia Woolf | |
| b31d1e0 | Clarissa had a theory in those days - they had heaps of theories, always theories, as young people have. It was to explain the feeling they had of dissatisfaction; not knowing people; not being known. For how could they know each other? You met every day; then not for six months, or years. It was unsatisfactory, they agreed, how little one knew people. But she said, sitting on the bus going up Shaftesbury Avenue, she felt herself everywhere.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 1e5a187 | But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 84d8d42 | Pirates could happen to anyone. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| bc185c4 | Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home--my only home. | love | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 2bbf254 | It was not often that she was alone like this and she did not like it. When she was alone she had to think and, these days, thoughts were not so pleasant. | thoughts | Margaret Mitchell | |
| cb97d4c | Big things are often just little things that people notice. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ebb1f07 | Loving life is easy when you are abroad. Where no one knows you and you hold your life in your hands all alone, you are more master of yourself than at any other time | Hannah Arendt | ||
| dad4f87 | News travels fast in places where nothing much ever happens. | Charles Bukowski | ||
| 49d569a | And so, with laughter and love, we lived happily ever after. | Gail Carson Levine | ||
| bde1435 | You sure you don't want me to stay? I'll make you coffee and ask you about your day. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 83a13d0 | He grinned. "You're jealous." I considered it. "No. But when you stared at that woman like she was made of diamonds, it didn't feel very good." "I stared at her because she smelled strange." "Strange how?" "She smelled like rock dust. Very strong dry smell." Curran put his arms around me. "I love it when you get all fussy and possessive." "I never get fussy and possessive." He grinned, showing his teeth. His face was practically glowing. "S.. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 6938f59 | There is nothing which I dread so much as a division of the republic into two great parties, each arranged under its leader, and concerting measures in opposition to each other. This, in my humble apprehension, is to be dreaded as the greatest political evil under our Constitution. | politics political-parties dread | John Adams | |
| acc5c72 | Perhaps there's another, much larger story behind the printed one, a story that changes just as our own world does. And the letters on the page tell us only as much as we'd see peering through a keyhole. Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on - developing and changing like our own world. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 9edb005 | You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't. | opening-lines | Christopher Moore | |
| cf47f56 | Josh: "What is this thing?" Gasper: "It's a Yeti. An abominable snowman." Biff: "This is what happens when you fuck a sheep?" Josh: "Not an abomination, abominable." | Christopher Moore | ||
| ffef2ec | What needs my for his honoured bones, The labor of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? | shakespeare poetry hallowed pyramid relics labor fame honour heir william-shakespeare memory | John Milton | |
| 5f01b39 | I have known many gods. He who denies them is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply. I seek not beyond death. It may be the blackness averred by the Nemedian skeptics, or Crom's realm of ice and cloud, or the snowy plains and vaulted halls of the Nordheimer's Valhalla. I know not, nor do I care. Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad e.. | religion | Robert E. Howard and L. Sprague De Camp | |
| 6c8a110 | One cannot be too careful with words, they change their minds just as people do. | José Saramago | ||
| f8c5fb7 | To bring anything into your life, imagine that it's already there. | Richard Bach | ||
| fcec505 | Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at the stars because we are human? | stars human | Neil Gaiman | |
| 8f35981 | Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way. | memory psychology | H.P. Lovecraft | |
| c17ea61 | Yes, she's bleeding to death upstairs, but I thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out. | izzy jace suspense | Cassandra Clare | |
| 289384a | Now," Clary said. "I don't want to wait. Do you?" He didn't reply, just got up off the floor and picked his shirt. He looked at Clary, and almost smiled. "If we're going to the Silent City, you might want to get dressed. I mean, I appreciate the bra-and-panties look, but I don't know if the Silent Brothers will. There are only a few of them left, and I don't want them to die of excitement." Clary got up off the bed and threw a pillow at him.. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 24f7fb5 | Ghosts are memories, and we carry them because those we love do not leave the world | Cassandra Clare | ||
| dab42c9 | The nod means 'I am a badass, and I recognise that you too, are a badass. | simon-lewis | Cassandra Clare | |
| 24ffa86 | Charlotte leaned forward across the table. "The Dark Sisters never mentioned what use they intended to make of your abilities, did they?" "You know about the Magister." Tessa said. "They said they were preparing me for him." "For him to do what?" Will asked. "Eat you for dinner?" Tessa shook her head. "To - to marry me, they said." "To marry you?" Jessamine was openly scornful. "That's ridiculous. They were probably going to blood sacri.. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 5ea1b47 | Be wary of strong drink, it can make you shoot at the tax collector...and miss. | drinking inspirational | Robert A. Heinlein | |
| 506b902 | Keep right on lying to me. That's what I want you to do. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 765c65b | Abruptly, Blay's blue stare found his. And what Qhuinn saw in it caused him to falter: Love shone out of that face, unadulterated love untempered by the shyness that was very much part of his reserve. Blay didn't look away. And for the first time ... neither did Qhuinn. He didn't know whether the emotion was for his cousin--it probably was-but he'd take it: He stared right back at Blaylock and let everything he had in his heart show in his.. | love qhuinn | J.R. Ward |