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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 49ffa2a | I should rather have you than a heap of gold, even if it were very comfortable to sleep on. | Naomi Novik | ||
| bfb1fc1 | Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul | money war | Bob Dylan | |
| 2b1016e | I can draw you a diagram. Hint: I'm slot B, and you're tab A. | sex regin innuendo | Kresley Cole | |
| e6c26f9 | Artemis: "Right, brothers. Onward. Imagine yourself seated at a cafe in Montmartre." Myles: "In Paris." Artemis: "Yes, Paris. And try as you will, you cannot attract the waiter's attention. What do you do?" Beckett: "Umm...tell Butler to jump-jump-jump on his head?" Myles: "I agree with simple-toon." | Eoin Colfer | ||
| e514493 | The Bhagavad Gita--that ancient Indian Yogic text--says that it is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection. So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 4710055 | What would Prince Charming have for occupation if he had not to awaken the Sleeping beauty? | Simone de Beauvoir | ||
| 7ee4fb6 | No one is really going to help you or give you direction. In fact, the odds are against you. | Robert Greene | ||
| 97d5769 | People around you, constantly under the pull of their emotions, change their ideas by the day or by the hour, depending on their mood. You must never assume that what people say or do in a particular moment is a statement of their permanent desires. | Robert Greene | ||
| 8341256 | Look. (Grown-ups skip this paragraph) I'm not about to tell you this book has a tragic ending. I already said in the very first line how it was my favorite in all the world. But there's a lot of bad stuff coming. | warnings | William Goldman | |
| 7ec342a | I didn't like parties.I didn't know how to dance and people frightened me, especially people at parties. They attempted to be sexy and gay and witty and although they hoped they were good at it, they weren 't. They were bad at it. Their trying so hard only made it worse. | Charles Bukowski | ||
| 15092c5 | Fiction is an improvement on life | Charles Bukowski | ||
| f6546cd | the worst thing," he told me, "is bitterness, people end up so bitter." | personality individuality poem poetry death life love in-the-end bukowski bitterness self soul | Charles Bukowski | |
| c324c7a | I want to be with you forever and beyond... | romance | Gail Carson Levine | |
| d374518 | I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum'thing has always been and always will be you. I miss you. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| d8c480d | I'll call you," he repeated. "If you call me, I won't pick up the phone." "You will wait by the phone for my call, and when it rings, you will pick it up and you will speak to me in a civil manner. If you don't know how, ask someone." -- | magic-bleeds ilona-andrews kate | Ilona Andrews | |
| 65bcc40 | The anthropologists got it wrong when they named our species Homo sapiens ('wise man'). In any case it's an arrogant and bigheaded thing to say, wisdom being one of our least evident features. In reality, we are Pan narrans, the storytelling chimpanzee. | humanity chimpanzees stories | Terry Pratchett | |
| 82ddcb5 | Whut's the plan, Rob?" said one of them. "Okay, lads, this is what we'll do. As soon as we see somethin', we'll attack it. Right?" This caused a cheer. "Ach, 'tis a good plan," said Daft Wullie." | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 62e921d | You humans, always eating. I'll make you soup. You can eat it while you keep working." Myrnin set aside his book and walked into the back of the lab. "Don't use the same beaker you used for poisons!" Claire yelled after him. He waved a pale hand. "I mean it!" | funny humor the-morganville-vampires myrnin ghost-town rachel-caine vampires | Rachel Caine | |
| d0cde55 | What's possible?' she asked. 'Anything,' he said absently. 'But that's not what I was talking about. Oh, hello, Claire. You're in good time. I need an extra pair of hands.' 'As long as I keep them attached,' she said, which earned her a startled stare. The things you say to me, you'd think I was some sort of monster. | myrnin claire-danvers | Rachel Caine | |
| a13d28d | Her hands brushed Shane's, and he let go of the cards and took hold. And then somehow she was in his lap, and he was kissing her. Hadn't meant to do that but...well. She couldn't exactly be sorry about it, because he tasted amazing, and his lips were so soft and his hands were so strong... He leaned back, eyes half shut, and he was smiling. Shane didn't smile all that much, and it always left her breathless and tingling. There was a secrecy.. | Rachel Caine | ||
| 3eee3ae | And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| f433f3c | Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 39125bb | I know you, I know you. You're the only serious person in the room, aren't you, the only one who , and you can prove it by the fact that you've never finished a single thing in your life. You're the only well-educated person, because you never went to college, and you resent education, you resent social ease, you resent good manners, you resent success, you resent any kind of success, you resent God, you resent Christ, you resent thousand-.. | William Gaddis | ||
| 25b46e4 | Christmas crept into Pine Cove like a creeping Christmas thing: dragging garland, ribbon, and sleigh bells, oozing eggnog, reeking of pine, and threatening festive doom like a cold sore under the mistletoe. | humor | Christopher Moore | |
| 7110f8c | I would feel infinitely more comfortable in your presence if you would agree to treat gravity as a law, rather than one of a number of suggested options. | gravity | Neil Gaiman | |
| 27606f4 | One glance at (a book) and you hear the voice of another person - perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millenia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time. | Carl Sagan | ||
| e999d52 | Books are like seeds. They can lie dormant for centuries and then flower in the most unpromising soil. | Carl Sagan | ||
| 33cb606 | Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. | show-love-for-dogs | Rudyard Kipling | |
| 0a352f6 | Wo men shi jie bai xiong di-we are more than brothers, Will. | page-245 clockwork-princess jem-carstairs will-herondale | Cassandra Clare | |
| 6e22aa2 | They belonged to each other totally, and always would, and that was that. But maybe everyone felt that way? Until the moment they realized they were just like everyone else, and everything they'd thought was real shattered apart. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 2f92595 | You sound as if you don't mind what happens to it," said Tessa. "Won't you miss it here? This place has been your home." His fingers stroked her wrist lightly, making her shiver. "You are home for me now." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 94ee033 | Clary: What are you doing here, anyway? | clary-morgenstern city-of-bones jace-wayland mortal-instruments | Cassandra Clare | |
| 7ade2c6 | Isabelle was holding an umbrella. It was clear plastic, decorated with decals of colorful flowers. It was one of the girliest things Simon had ever seen, and he didn't blame Alec for ducking out from under it and taking his chances with the rain. | friendship lgtbq simon | Cassandra Clare | |
| d4afbd4 | Have you ever felt that your heart contained so much that it must surely break apart | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 29a4dce | The dark prince sat astride his black steed, his sable cape flowing behind him. A golden circlet bound his blond locks, his handsome face was cold with the rage of battle, and... "And his arm looked like an eggplant," Clary muttered to herself in exasperation." | funny simon-lewis mortal-instruments | Cassandra Clare | |
| 63a7b2a | Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging. | Toni Morrison | ||
| ffe0cfd | I do know that the slickest way to lie is to tell the right amount of truth--then shut up. | politics honesty | Robert A. Heinlein | |
| 2fa9e9d | Only in books do we learn what's really going on. | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| 2d2bc6f | I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living. | mourning funerals | John Green | |
| d17ff45 | Break hearts, not promises. | turtles-all-the-way-down | John Green | |
| 35a63b8 | It's hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes, and that's what I was thinking about as we hunted for bad guys through the ruins of a city that didn't exist. | hazel | John Green | |
| dbc3ebd | Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? | motivational spiritual love truth inspirational self-empowerment self-realization self-esteem | Marianne Williamson | |
| 60f3a2e | Our eyes meet. I hear a train horn, so faint it could be wind whistling through an alleyway. But I know it when I hear it. It sounds like the Dauntless, calling me to to them. | Veronica Roth | ||
| babd05e | He is strong, and lithe, and certain. And he is mine. | tris-prior | Veronica Roth |