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22bad56 There is no justice in love, no proportion in it, and there need not be, because in any specific instance it is only a glimpse or parable of an embracing, incomprehensible reality. It makes no sense at all because it is the eternal breaking in on the temporal. So how could it subordinate itself to cause or consequence? god love Marilynne Robinson
42a3bea At one time in the world there were woods that no one owned nature property Cormac McCarthy
a1596c2 He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower. pain Cormac McCarthy
7d465cb There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet. Who would call a day spent reading a good day? But a life spent reading -- that is a good life. Annie Dillard
5341494 And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it. William Shakespeare
879f6dd Jeb: I wish I could explain what I'd give just to see you smile again. Max (thinking): James Patterson
cea0da9 People who can change and change again are so much more reliable and happier than those who can't happiness humour Stephen Fry
ffec959 Sonny, don't you tell me what's worthwhile--true love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. Everybody knows that. William Goldman
b243042 He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears. David Levithan
7dd2d9d Trapped don't undress my love you might find a mannequin: don't undress the mannequin you might find my love. she's long ago forgotten me. she's trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette than ever. she is a child and a mannequin and death. I can't hate that. she didn't do anything unusual. I only wanted her to. Charles Bukowski
7fe0307 In the morning it was morning and I was still alive. Maybe I'll write a novel, I thought. And then I did. Charles Bukowski
0b6bfbb I don't suppose you would consider peaceful surrender? humour Eoin Colfer
a2b63e9 Here I am alive, and it's not my fault, so I have to try and get by as best I can without hurting anybody until death takes over. Leo Tolstoy
385dd18 I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. To-day, wrapped in the complacent armour of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brus.. love youth Daphne du Maurier
36b92c6 Relaxing your hair is like being in prison. You're caged in. Your hair rules you. You didn't go running with Curt today because you don't want to sweat out this straightness. You're always battling to make your hair do what it wasn't meant to do. black hair race Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
b22023b Deep down, all the while, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she kept casting desperate glances over the solitary waster of her life, seeking some white sail in the distant mists of the horizon. She had no idea by what wind it would reach her, toward what shore it would bear her, or what kind of craft it would be - tiny boat or towering vessel, laden with heartbreaks or filled to the gunwhales with rapture. .. Gustave Flaubert
7c58c58 My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away. Simone de Beauvoir
0c4a01d There's nothing mysterious about it, He's not working at all. He's playing. Or else He's forgotten all about us. That's the kind of God you people talk about, a country bumpkin, a clumsy, bungling, brainless, conceited, uncouth hayseed. Good God, how much reverence can you have for a Supreme Being who finds it necessary to include such phenomena as phlegm and tooth decay in His divine system of Creation? What in the world was running throug.. Joseph Heller
2e2faff Well, he died. You don't get any older than that. Joseph Heller
0518c5c Oh God, midnight's not bad, you wake and go back to sleep, one or two's not bad, you toss but sleep again. Five or six in the morning, there's hope, for dawn's just under the horizon. But three, now, Christ, three A.M.! Doctors say the body's at low tide then. The soul is out. The blood moves slow. You're the nearest to dead you'll ever be save dying. Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death!.. night sleeplessness Ray Bradbury
8c88fdc Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely Given out Take only enough Stop short of urge to plead Then purge away the need. Wish for nothing larger Than your own small heart Or greater than a star; Tame wild disappointment With caress unmoved and cold Make of it a parka For your soul. Discover the reason why So tiny human midget Exists at all So scared unwise truth wisdom alice walker
1e5ff2a All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung suspended a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air. Sylvia Plath
8a46c89 Very few people do this any more. It's too risky. First of all, it's a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It's much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all. indiviuality Sylvia Plath
829b97d Love is such a wild and reckless creature. It cannot be planned or threaded. It cannot be controlled. Love can coexist with Fate, or it can undo it. Love is the only thing more powerful than Fate. Jennifer L. Armentrout
9bf32e7 Not all monsters were three-ton reptiles with poisonous breath. Many wore human faces. Rick Riordan
8b23e26 Ceres wanted a united front in the plant war." "The plant war," Percy said. "You're going to arm all the little grapes with tiny assault rifles?" grapes humor riffles war Rick Riordan
c5b1ba5 Percy," my father said, "what exactly do you mean?" "Kronos couldn't have risen if it hadn't been for a lot of demigods who felt abandoned by their parents," I said. "They felt angry, resentful, and unloved, and they had a good reason." Rick Riordan
ffa2afa Do you remember the first time we made love?" He touched his lips to hers as he said it. "We rode up in the elevator like this and couldn't keep our hands off each other, couldn't get to each other quick enough. I was mad for you. I wanted you more than I wanted to keep breathing. I still do." He deepened the kiss as the elevator doors opened. "It's never going to change." in-death love roarke romance J.D. Robb
3a71da7 People who want to make a million borrow a million first manhattan money shopaholic Sophie Kinsella
5efa27b Dance," said the Sheep Man. "Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougotta dance. Don'teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, you'restuck. Sodon'tpayanymind, nomatterhowdumb. Yougottakeepthestep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhatyoubolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyou're tired, tiredandscared. Happenstoeveryone, okay? Justdon'tletyourfeetstop." Haruki Murakami
191ceaa He was alone. He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight. James Joyce
1478a6c The human spirit will not even begin to try to surrender self-will as long as all seems to be well with it. Now error and sin both have this property, that the deeper they are the less their victim suspects their existence; they are masked evil. Pain is unmasked, unmistakable evil; every man knows that something is wrong when he is being hurt. C.S. Lewis
ccf5a2a You know me better than you think, you know, and you shall know me better yet. inspirational C.S. Lewis
c04e19a One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship! Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez
2271160 Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either extreme egotism, selfishness, evil -- or else an absolute ignorance. evil happiness ignorance Graham Greene
7023bbf If you make art, people will talk about it. Some of the things they say will be nice, some won't. You'll already have made that art, and when they're talking about the last thing you did, you should already be making the next thing. encouragement inspiration neil-gaiman reviews Neil Gaiman
8634aac Some lights were never meant to burn for long. Cassandra Clare
5834a5b You don't have to do this for me," Emma was saying, softly but earnestly, in a voice Cristina had never heard her use before. I think I do," said Julian. "I think I remember making a vow to that effect." "'Whither thou goest, I will go, whatever stupid thing you do, I will do also?'" Emma said. "Was that the vow?" julian-blackthorn parabatai Cassandra Clare
30383e6 Simon snorted. "If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you'll have to let me know. I'd like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I'm not sure which." city-of-glass clary-fray fun isabelle-lightwood simon-lewis the-mortal-instruments Cassandra Clare
3abc1af Hiding here, are you? That's awkward." "Why?" "Because I had intended to hide here myself." "You may hide here with me, if you wish." gabriel-lightwood otp Cassandra Clare
e2e3c20 She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved. clary-fray jace-lightwood Cassandra Clare
418d2c0 Fire wants to burn Water wants to flow Air wants to rise Earth wants to bind Chaos wants to devour Cal wants to live burn cal devour elements fire flow humor magic power rise Cassandra Clare
68e15a2 Never fall in love?" "Always," said the count. "I am always in love." brett count fall-in-love jake love never Ernest Hemingway
8e5af3e There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy. Ernest Hemingway