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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c04e19a | One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship! | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| bcf9e5b | It was the kind of love you can only feel toward someone you don't actually know. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| e0b4cf9 | I'm alone and outgunned, scared and inexperienced, but I'm . | John Grisham | ||
| a063568 | Girls are so queer you never know what they mean. They say no when they mean yes, and drive a man out of his wits just for the fun of it. --Laurie | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 0460ee5 | What has mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises--no matter the mood! Mood's a thing for cattle or making love or playing the baliset. It's not for fighting. | warrior-training gurney-halleck preparation practice training fighting | Frank Herbert | |
| a8302fd | The girl gave him a look which ought to have stuck at least four inches out of his back. | Raymond Chandler | ||
| 19099e4 | The general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| c78e5c2 | These people walk by a widow deformed by leprosy...walk by children dressed in rags living in the street, and they think, 'Business as usual.' But if they perceive a slight against God, it is a different story. Their faces go red, their chests heave mightily, they sputter angry words. The degree of their indignation is astonishing. Their resolve is frightening. | religion god hypocrisy | Yann Martel | |
| b75532e | Yeah you can have a word," said Harry savagely. "Good-bye." | tell-off wit sarcasm | J.K. Rowling | |
| 4a039dd | True love means that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 034f8b1 | He wasn't into one-night stands, he wasn't into scoring just to see if he could, he wasn't into acting just charming enough to get what he wanted before cutting loose in favor of someone new and attractive. He just wasn't like that. He would never be like that. When he met a girl, the first question he asked himself wasn't whether she was good for a few dates; it was whether she was the kind of girl he could imagine spending time with in th.. | loyalty | Nicholas Sparks | |
| 0e1ad5d | There is nothing more to be said or to be done tonight, so hand me over my violin and let us try to forget for half an hour the miserable weather and the still more miserable ways of our fellowmen. | music violin sherlock-holmes | Arthur Conan Doyle | |
| ed32854 | You have endless ways you can commit suicide without dying dying. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| c1bfd34 | We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| fbd850b | It's such a stupid question, in my opinion. I mean, how do you know what you're going to do till you it? The answer is, you . I I am, but how do I know? I swear it's a stupid question. | youth spontaneity | J.D. Salinger | |
| bcfa268 | The only way to clamp down on my energy is to erase my emotions, and so I fold them each away, one by one. My sorrow turns to anger, then to ice-cold fury. My soul curls in one itself in defense. I am gone. I am truly gone. I am not sorry. | marie-lu the-young-elites | Marie Lu | |
| ad06e6b | Why don't you get to the point," she drawled. "I want to have a few hours of sleep tonight." Not a lie. With every breath, exhaustion wrapped tighter around her bones. "I would have thought," Arobynn said, "given how close you two were and your abilities, that you'd somehow be able to sense it. Or at least hear of it, considering what he was accused of." The prick was enjoying every second of this. If Dorian was dead or hurt-- "Your cous.. | arobynn-hamel aelin-galathynius | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 4043664 | Once, over dinner, Henry was quite startled to learn from me than men had walked on the moon. "No," he said, putting down his fork. "It's true," chorused the rest, who had somehow managed to pick this up along the way. "I don't believe it." "I saw it," said Bunny. "It was on television." " | Donna Tartt | ||
| 82ff558 | I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go! | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 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.. | youth love | 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 | ||
| 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 | ||
| 2fae6ba | Men explain things to me, still. And no man has ever apologized for explaining, wrongly, things that I know and they don't. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 689a2c5 | The music coming from inside sounded like robots fucking. And complaining about it. In rhythmic monotone. European robots. | you-suck | Christopher Moore | |
| 9134c58 | Jesus, are all vampires over two hundred perverts?" "I am over two hundred," Jean-Claude said. "I rest my case." -- | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| ca434e3 | Listen,' he said. 'It's important. We are all. Free. To do. Whatever. We want. To do. | Richard Bach | ||
| f679913 | Tagged by a whiny little vamp. Rache, take this sword and stick it in me. Just go and stick it in me. I'm a back-drafted, crumpled-winged, dust-caked, dew-assed excuse of a backup. Worthless as a pixy condom. Taken down by my own partner. Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out my mouth. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 2271160 | Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either extreme egotism, selfishness, evil -- or else an absolute ignorance. | happiness ignorance evil | 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. | inspiration neil-gaiman reviews encouragement | 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?" | parabatai julian-blackthorn | 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." | fun city-of-glass clary-fray the-mortal-instruments isabelle-lightwood simon-lewis | 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 | magic humor flow cal elements rise burn fire devour power | Cassandra Clare | |
| 68e15a2 | Never fall in love?" "Always," said the count. "I am always in love." | love brett count fall-in-love never jake | 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 |