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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d59b365 | The Queen smiled with the tiniest twitch of a single corner of her mouth. "Why should I do that?" "Because I'm coming," Octavian's image said, very quietly, "for you." | Jim Butcher | ||
| 36f0ecc | Granted, my perspective is different from that of nonwizards, but marching out into the woods, looking for a very large and very powerful creature by blasting out what you're pretty sure are territorial challenges to fight (or else mating calls) seems ... somewhat unwise. | Jim Butcher | ||
| d1d471d | Sometimes you don't know the most important things," Tavi said. "You believe them." | Jim Butcher | ||
| 491ac7e | If Gabriel is an ambassador, if Michael is a general, if Rafael is a healer and spiritual champion, then Uriel is a spymaster--Heaven's spook. | Jim Butcher | ||
| ef2d0aa | Kitai blinked slowly. "Why would you use the same word for these things? That is ridiculous." "We have a lot of words like that," Tavi said. "They can mean more than one thing." "That is stupid," Kitai said. "It is difficult enough to communicate without making it more complicated with words that mean more than one thing." | language-barrier languages-and-culture words | Jim Butcher | |
| 726c8b8 | I've got blisters and muscle cramps in places not meant for the touch of anything but a beautiful woman," Max spat back sullenly. "I've bitten my tongue so many times in the past three days that I whistle in musical chords when I exhale. And the smell isn't ever going to come out of my armor, I just know it." | Jim Butcher | ||
| 9f4fe89 | planning became a great deal simpler and easier when one didn't have the additional bother of working out how to survive said plan. | Jim Butcher | ||
| b23c946 | Truth be told, my head was spinning so much that the car could have been doing interpretive dance in a lilac tutu and I might not have noticed. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 27af6a8 | The deepest joys and most terrible wounds were both to be had from family. The | Jim Butcher | ||
| 5b67cea | For a man so strong, he was gentle. When his hands, his arms, his mouth were on her, he moved as if afraid she might shatter if held too tightly. Their nights together had been and remained a blaze of passion, for he was a wickedly patient lover who took delight in her responses to him. But more than that, in the quiet hours after he would hold her, both of them weary, content, sleepy. She would lie in his arms and feel no worry, or sadness.. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 45ffe4d | Ad hominem is a notoriously weak logical argument. And is usually used to distract the focus of a discussion - to move it from an indefensible point and to attack the opponent. ~ Lord Aquitainus Attis ~ Furies of Calderon by Jim Butcher | fiction-novel furies-of-calderon | Jim Butcher | |
| d2428ea | Worry is fear in disguise. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 0c7f790 | Well," said St. Clare, "suppose that something shoul bring down the price of cotton once and forever, and make the whole slave property a drug in the market, don't you think we should soon have another version of the Scripture doctrine? What flood of light would pour the church, all at once, and immediately it would be discovered that everything in the bible and reason went the other way." | religion slavery | Harriet Beecher Stowe | |
| 7bfbb05 | everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy? | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| ca8d666 |
Couldn't never be nothin' but a nigger, if I was ever so good,>> said Topsy. < |
oppression racism | Harriet Beecher Stowe | |
| 8e8ce99 | the Lord gives a good many things twice over, but he don't give ye a mother but once. Ye'll never see such another woman, Mas'r George--not if ye live to be a hundred years old. So, now, you hold on to her, and grow up, and be a comfort to her. | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| 7ef10ab | Your Kentuckian of the present day is a good illustration of the doctrine of transmitted instincts and peculiarities. His fathers were mighty hunters, - men who lived in the woods, and slept under the free, open heavens, with the stars to hold their candles; and their descendant to this day always acts as if the house were his camp, - wears his hat at all hours, tumbles himself about, and puts his heels on the tops of chairs or mantel-piece.. | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| 8c9c19f | My country again! Mr. Wilson, you have a country; but what country have I, or any one like me, born of slave mothers? What laws are there for us? We don't make them,--we don't consent to them,--we have nothing to do with them; all they do for us is to crush us, and keep us down. Haven't I heard your Fourth-of-July speeches? Don't you tell us all, once a year, that governments derive their just power from the consent of the governed? Can't a.. | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| 1b97904 | Is there anything in it glorious and dear for a nation, that is not also glorious and dear for a man? What is freedom to a nation, but freedom to the individuals in it? | nation | Harriet Beecher Stowe | |
| 0444de6 | But at midnight -- strange, mystic hour, when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin -- then came the messenger. | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| d55b986 | There's a way you political folks have of coming round and round a plain right thing | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| baf5572 | O yes! a machine for saving work, is it? He'd invent that, I'll be bound; let a nigger alone for that, any time. They are all labor-saving machines themselves, every one of 'em. No, he shall tramp! | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| ede7500 | I dreamed about the future because that's what people persuade you to do when you're a kid, but that's the biggest lie of all - that you can plan. Reality is, you have no fucking clue what's coming and neither do they. | Tammara Webber | ||
| c7d5a83 | The world an author creates and the characters that inhabit it may come from her imagination alone, but few authors can wrestle the story that emerges into shape without help. | Tammara Webber | ||
| caf9ff0 | What the hell is it about brooding guys that's attractive to women, anyway? I've become one since Dori's call three weeks ago, and it's made me more of a chick magnet. I shouldn't be surprised--being a dick never hurt my appeal before. | brooding-guys reid-alexander | Tammara Webber | |
| c1c8c71 | Wow, shit. Gotten us a place? I am gone. Over Dorcas Cantrell, a girl who convinced me in a one-minute phone call that I meant nothing to her. | Tammara Webber | ||
| 99f2bf1 | Inside, I stop and stand motionless in the centre of the glass and chrome atrium of my manager's building. As I stare at the photo on my display, I realize one thing. This wasn't real. He wasn't real. None of it was real - not until this moment. | Tammara Webber | ||
| 4b2ec45 | I'm eighteen, so he's right-- there's no hurry. I don't tell him how much I want that sort of connection-- a relationship like he and Mom share. The trust and respect between them is plain to see, but I know that under the surface, their relationship simmers with passion. I don't tell him how much I worry it will never happen for me. I don't tell him how some days, I feel as though everything I do is an attempt to be worthy of being loved l.. | Tammara Webber | ||
| 8e977db | and I want nothing more than to wrap myself around him and be carried away to a place where I don't have to think. A place where there's no guilt or fear, no right or wrong, no divine punishments or senseless accidents or indeterminate states. | Tammara Webber | ||
| 539e1ec | Then she told me her name, which I forgot immediately, and launched into a monologue of enmity concerning the girl who'd bumped her. I didn't know either of them, and I couldn't have cared less about their blood feud, which concerned either a guy or a pair of shoes--I couldn't determine which in my state of . | breakable girl-talk | Tammara Webber | |
| 2f54fb0 | I fight the urge to enjoy anything too much in front of him, actually, and now that I'm aware of that fact, my brain gets hung up on why that is. | Tammara Webber | ||
| e841f28 | I used to think I was the only one who felt things. but I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity. It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would really be a gory, blood-smeared earth. | Beatrice Sparks | ||
| 7e7b865 | one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young | passed young | Beatrice Sparks | |
| 84413ea | i inhale deeply, drinking the warmth in the scent of mountain sunshine, a warmth that smells of freshly turned soil and clean laundry baking in the sun. | Patricia McCormick | ||
| 255bcc7 | I have been beaten here, locked away, violated a hundred times, and a hundred times more. I have been starved, and cheated, tricked and disgraced. How odd is it that I am undone by the simple kindness of a small boy with a yellow pencil. | Patricia McCormick | ||
| fee74aa | I missed him so much that it felt like a physical pain in the area below my ribs. I opened my mouth to accommodate it. I put my hand to it. A hollow, aching, piercing place. | pain sad sadness | Marya Hornbacher | |
| 54414be | We're like little kids. We are little kids, but don't tell us that--we're having a fantastic time. We have our little house, and live our little life. We are the perfect young husband and wife. We have nonstop dinner parties--the glorious food, the fabulous friends, the gallons of wine. I sometimes feel as if I've raced off a cliff and am spinning my legs in midair, like Wile E. Coyote. But I'm fine. It's fine. It's all going to be fine. Cr.. | bipolar-disorder madness mania | Marya Hornbacher | |
| 7c6a007 | The spiritual realm is not the ethereal beyond our lived experience. It is our experience, lived fully and well. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 8d798b8 | I look back on my life the way one watches a badly scripted action flick, sitting at the edge of the seat, bursting out, "No, no, don't open that door! The bad guy is in there and he'll grab you and put his hand over your mouth and tie you up and then you'll miss the train and everything will fall apart!" Except there is no bad guy in this tale. The person who jumped through the door and grabbed me and tied me up was, unfortunately, me. My .. | bulimia depression eating-disorders mental-illness | Marya Hornbacher | |
| 1c97674 | Kyo: ...I can't help it. I'm...not made for interacting with people. Shigure: People aren't born social. Sure it comes easier to some people...but most people, like you, need to work at it. Some more than others. You're just inexperienced. For example, as a martial artist, you have the strength to break the table with your first. But you also have the self-control to stop your fist right before it hits the table. You weren't born with that .. | shigure | Natsuki Takaya | |
| 0e70a89 | My mom said that when you become a parent you understand for the first time what a parent feels. But...but what you really need to understand what you really shouldn't forget is what you felt like as a child. The first time you did a somersault, the first time someone got really mad at you...If you can really remember how you felt when you were a child even when you're an adult or a parent, then you can understand each other. Even if it's n.. | Natsuki Takaya | ||
| 980c900 | She CAN'T say it. To tell someone who cares about you that you're being teased is really hard to do. I...couldn't say it either. But after a while my mom found out and then...I would apologize to her like I was stupid. I would feel so pathetic. I would think that I was so pathetic for being teased. I was ashamed when my mom found out. I wondered...what would I do if she started to hate me? I was so scared. I was so scared I didn't want anyo.. | Natsuki Takaya | ||
| f2a1930 | When she got home she got off and any disquieting feelings were immediately dissolved by the heroin and she didnt even bother bathing, that could wait until morning. She just stretched out on her couch, in front of her television, ignoring the smell from her body and lips, thinking over and over that Big Tim was right, this is good stuff. That taste will last a long time. She smiled to herself. And theres more where that came from, and no o.. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| 39b871f | It seems to me that we all have a dream of our own, our own personal vision, our own individual way of giving, but for many reasons we are afraid to pursue it, or to even recognize and accept its existence. But to deny our vision is to sell our soul. Getting is living a lie, turning our back on the truth, and Visions are glimpses of the truth: Obviously nothing external can truly nurture my inner life, my Vision. | Hubert Selby Jr. |