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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3a6826f | I understood what he was doing, that he had spent four years fulfilling the absurd and tedious duty of graduating from college and now he was emancipated from that world of abstraction, false security, parents, and material excess. | inspirational | Jon Krakauer | |
| b638977 | All gods are one god. | Marion Zimmer Bradley | ||
| 1aa33a8 | Because the horror of Communism, Stalinism, is not that bad people do bad things -- they always do. It's that good people do horrible things thinking they are doing something great. | communism evil society stalinism totalitarianism | Slavoj Žižek | |
| 811fd41 | From there we came outside and saw the stars | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 02da89f | There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 036c410 | Life will find a way. | Michael Crichton | ||
| 3d8fb27 | There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| c13c503 | There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home. | home | Laura Ingalls Wilder | |
| 2617b91 | Oh, how I regret not having worn a bikini for the entire year I was twenty-six. If anyone young is reading this, go, right this minute, put on a bikini, and don't take it off until you're thirty-four. | humorous skinny | Nora Ephron | |
| 3a6060b | Gods, it was a messed up day when was the voice of reason. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 8903e84 | Whatever you do, don't break my brother's heart. You are his world. And if you leave it, it will destroy him. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 246da3f | They would find this House of Hades. They'd take the Doors of Death. And by the gods, if Leo had to design a grabber arm long enough to snatch Percy and Annabeth out of Tartarus, then that's what he would do. Nemesis wanted him to wreak vengeance on Gaea? Leo would be happy to oblige. He was going to make Gaea sorry she had ever messed with Leo Valdez. "Yeah." He took one last look at the cityscape of Rome, turning bloodred in the sunset... | Rick Riordan | ||
| 2494ed5 | Reyna marvelled at how peaceful he looked. The worry lines vanished. His face became strangely angelic...like his surname, di Angelo. She could almost believe he was a regular fourteen-year-old boy, not a son of Hades who had been pulled out of time from the 1940s and forced to endure more tragedy and danger than most demigods would in a lifetime. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 050b038 | Es natural condicion de las mujeres desdenar a quien las quiere y amar a quien las aborrece | women | Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra | |
| 228c5ca | It's hard to say goodbye to the place you've lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 2b1bad6 | This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| a2c811b | Aye, well, he'll be wed a long time," he said callously. "Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?" "Absence," I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. "AND fonder. If anything's growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn't be his heart." | humor jamie-fraser | Diana Gabaldon | |
| f41aae8 | Amnesia is not knowing who one is and wanting desperately to find out. Euphoria is not knowing who one is and not caring. Ecstasy is knowing exactly who one is - and still not caring. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 89db8f1 | Fear is contagious. You can catch it. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to say that they're scared for the fear to become real. Mo was terrified, and now Nick was too. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 6236395 | It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles. And yet when King Laugh come, he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall, all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him. Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different ways. Then tears come, and like the ra.. | laugh life misery van-helsing world | Bram Stoker | |
| 8d5bf1c | Indeed, no woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating. | age women | Oscar Wilde | |
| ab44976 | Sometimes it comes down to a choice," Magnus said. "Between saving one person and saving the whole world. I've seen it happen, and I'm selfish enough to want the person who loves me to choose me. But Nephilim wil always choose the world. I look at Alec and I feel like Lucifer in Paradise Lost. 'Abashed the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.' He meant it in the classical sense. 'Awful' as in inspiring awe. And awe is well and good,.. | love malec | Cassandra Clare | |
| 644da0b | I've never seen anyone get so excited over books before. You'd think they were diamonds. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 7eef384 | Then again, it was Jace. He'd pick a fight with a Mack truck if the urge took him. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 1d1855c | Jace snorted so loudly that she turned on him with a frown. He wiggled his mud-caked fingers at her. His nails were black crescents. "Filthy inside and out." | city-of-ashes humor jace mortal-instruments | Cassandra Clare | |
| bd889b7 | Come back to me, Tessa. Henry said that perhaps, since you had touched the soul of an angel, that you dream of Heaven now, of fields of angels and flowers of fire. Perhaps you are happy in those dreams. But I ask this out of pure selfishness. Come back to me. For I cannot bear to lose all my heart. | clockwork-princess heaven page-479 tessa-gray will-herondale | Cassandra Clare | |
| ee6df37 | Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin. | Mary Shelley | ||
| fa7e663 | Home is where they want you to stay longer. | Stephen King | ||
| 0482ff3 | If you don't want to be noticed, you don't use a Star Destroyer. | subtlety | Timothy Zahn | |
| 2731813 | You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don't know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don't know who your friends are, you don't know what you owe anybody, you don't know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacr.. | Joseph Campbell | ||
| 7cf6f6d | If sex were food, Rhage would haven been morbidly obese. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 3c24adc | You are perfect the way you are." Blay's voice was strong. "There is nothing wrong with who and what you have always been. I'm proud of you. And I love you. Now ... and always." Qhuinn's vision got wavy. Hard-core. "I'm proud of you. And I love you," Blay repeated. "Always. Forget about your old family ... you have me now. I am your family." | qhuinn | J.R. Ward | |
| 0619831 | You hate America, don't you?' That would be as silly as loving it,' I said. 'It's impossible for me to get emotional about it, because real estate doesn't interest me. It's no doubt a great flaw in my personality, but I can't think in terms of boundaries. Those imaginary lines are as unreal to me as elves and pixies. I can't believe that they mark the end or the beginning of anything of real concern to a human soul. Virtues and vices, pleas.. | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| 23dad8f | I was once asked if I had any ideas for a really scary reality TV show. I have one reality show that would really make your hair stand on end: "C-Students from Yale." George W. Bush has gathered around him upper-crust C-students who know no history or geography, plus not-so-closeted white supremacists, aka Christians, and plus, most frighteningly, psychopathic personalities, or PPs, the medical term for smart, personable people who have no .. | government insanity psychopathic-personalities reality-tv | Kurt Vonnegut | |
| 29c2f8d | As stupid and vicious as men are, this is a lovely day. | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| d0053f5 | A Margo for each of us--and each more mirror than window. | margo paper-towns | John Green | |
| 39f8a15 | Girls are weird, and I don't mean that offensively. I just can't put it any other way. | Stephen Chbosky | ||
| e80ec1f | Things change, friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody. | read reading-books stephen-chbosky the-perks-of-being-a-wallflower | Stephen Chbosky | |
| 8124bb0 | I pause a second. He doesn't look at me the way Will, Christina, and Al sometimes do - like I am too small and too weak to be of any use, and they pity me for it. | Veronica Roth | ||
| cefdac0 | If you wear black, then kindly, irritating strangers will touch your arm consolingly and inform you that the world keeps on turning. They're right. It does. However much you beg it to stop. It turns and lets grenadine spill over the horizon, sends hard bars of gold through my window and I wake up and feel happy for three seconds and then I remember. It turns and tips people out of their beds and into their cars, their offices, an avalanche .. | mourning | Alan Moore | |
| 3eaacdc | Woman, you bray like an ass, and make no more sense." "Woman? Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man." | George R.R. Martin | ||
| a3a3fc6 | Some truths did not bear saying, and some lies were necessary. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| dcd1c83 | All dwarfs may be bastards yet not all bastards are dwarfs. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| c38ec82 | The drug of love was no escape, for in its coils lie latent dreams of greatness which awaken when men and women fecundate each other deeply. Something is always born of man and woman lying together and exchanging the essences of their lives. Some seed is always carried and opened in the soil of passion. The fumes of desire are the womb of man's birth and often in the drunkeness of caresses history is made, and science, and philosophy. For a.. | Anaïs Nin |