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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f9c69e6 | Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 5cd24cd | Oh, you can't help that,' said the cat. 'We're all mad here. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 5d2a4e4 | You forgot to call,' he says. I throw open my arms. He pulls me into them, and we kiss, and his lips are cold, and I think he's crying, and I'm definitely crying, and I pull back to say, 'I am so in love with you, Joshua Wasserstein. Of course I'll wait for you. | joshua-wasserstein love | Stephanie Perkins | |
| 0e6ae5c | I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. | Emily Brontë | ||
| 6924621 | I have to tell you I love living in a world without clocks. The shackles are gone. I'm a puppy unleashed in a meadow of time. -- Stargirl | Jerry Spinelli | ||
| e49efb6 | I could point out that it isn't always easy knowing who you are and what you want, because then you have no excuse for not trying to get it. | David Levithan | ||
| 2f610da | Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly - all else is desperation. | Charles Bukowski | ||
| 65670ae | I am a person who continually destroys the possibilities of a future because of the numbers of alternative viewpoints I can focus on the present. | planning | Doris Lessing | |
| dc74dad | I don't want to be little again. But at the same time I do. I want to be me like I was then, and me as I am now, and me like I'll be in the future. I want to be me and nothing but me. I want to be crazy as the moon, wild as the wind and still as the earth. I want to be every single thing it's possible to be. I'm growing and I don't know how to grow. I'm living but I haven't started living yet. Sometimes I simply disappear from myself. Somet.. | existence growing-up life | David Almond | |
| 972090f | How do I love thee? wondered Orion. "Let me see. I love thee passionately and eternally...obviously eternally-that goes without saying." Holly blinked sweat from her eyes. "Is he serious?" she called over her shoulder to Foaly. "Oh, absolutely," said the centaur "If he asks you to look for birthmarks, say no immediately." "Oh, I would never." Orion assured her. "Ladies don't look for birthmarks; that is work for jolly fellows like the Goodl.. | foaly holly orion romance | Eoin Colfer | |
| 9ba820c | God surely did not create us, and cause us to live, with the sole end of wishing always to die. I believe, in my heart, we were intended to prize life and enjoy it, so long as we retain it. Existence never was originally meant to be that useless, blank, pale, slow-trailing thing it often becomes to many, and is becoming to me, among the rest. | courage death endurance joy life optimism steadfastness strength suicide | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 776280e | His mind was indeed my library, and whenever it was opened to me, I entered bliss. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 9652721 | This was not a fairy-tale castle and there was no such thing as a fairy-tale ending, but sometimes you could threaten to kick the handsome prince in the ham-and-eggs. | happy-end humor | Terry Pratchett | |
| 15273e0 | Human life must be some kind of mistake. The truth of this will be sufficiently obvious if we only remember that man is a compound of needs and necessities hard to satisfy; and that even when they are satisfied, all he obtains is a state of painlessness, where nothing remains to him but abandonment to boredom. This is direct proof that existence has no real value in itself; for what is boredom but the feeling of the emptiness of life? If li.. | Arthur Schopenhauer | ||
| a5325d7 | He was a self-made man who owed his lack of success to nobody. | Joseph Heller | ||
| de8b05f | Absence of proof is not proof of absence. | Michael Crichton | ||
| 8fa08be | I spit on your happiness! I spit on your idea of life--that life that must go on, come what may. You are all like dogs that lick everything they smell. You with your promise of a humdrum happiness--provided a person doesn't ask much of life. I want everything of life, I do; and I want it now! I want it total, complete: otherwise I reject it! I will not be moderate. I will not be satisfied with the bit of cake you offer me if I promise to be.. | happiness hope society | Jean Anouilh | |
| 87040fd | Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow what a ride!" | Hunter S. Thompson | ||
| 4059728 | Real love never fails. | inspirational | Karen Kingsbury | |
| 5a3ade7 | It wasn't easy looking dignified wearing a bed sheet and a purple cape. | camp greek half jackson jupiter neptune percy rome son | Rick Riordan | |
| 5cbfa0f | Who are you?" he asked. "I'm a shabti, of course!" The figurine rubbed his dented head. He still looked quite lumpish, only now he was a living lump. "Master calls me Doughboy, though I find the name insulting. You may call me Supreme-Force-Who-Crushes-His-Enemies!" | Rick Riordan | ||
| 194c262 | He [Percy] pleaded with those sea-green eyes, like a cute baby seal that needed help. Piper wondered how Annabeth ever won an argument with this guy. | percy piper | Rick Riordan | |
| 9ff76b9 | It isn't running away they're afraid of. We wouldn't get far. It's those other escapes, the ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 4cdd53c | There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. A man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically, he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in .. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 7f251e5 | He Who Marches Out Of Step Hears Another Drum | Ken Kesey | ||
| cf24c63 | I said, "I do not fear those pants with nobody inside them." I said, and said, and said those words. I said them but I lied them. " | Dr. Seuss | ||
| cb4dace | You just noticed? You're slow... | humor manga weird | Tite Kubo | |
| c85d129 | I became aware that our love was doomed; love had turned into a love affair with a beginning and an end. I could name the very moment when it had begun, and one day I knew I should be able to name the final hour. When she left the house I couldn't settle to work. I would reconstruct what we had said to each other; I would fan myself into anger or remorse. And all the time I knew I was forcing the pace. I was pushing, pushing the only thing .. | Graham Greene | ||
| db1e4c9 | I'm not blessed, or merciful. I'm just me. I've got a job to do, and I do it. Listen: even as we're talking, I'm there for old and young, innocent and guilty, those who die together and those who die alone. I'm in cars and boats and planes; in hospitals and forests and abbatoirs. For some folks death is a release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 5f2720a | Richard began to understand darkness: darkness as something solid and real, so much more than a simple absence of light. He felt it touch his skin, questing, moving, exploring: gliding through his mind. It slipped into his lungs, behind his eyes, into his mouth... | light | Neil Gaiman | |
| 4a355a8 | Why are you wearing a T-shirt under your other T-shirt?" Livvy asked. "In case one of them is stolen," Marked said, as it were entirely normal." | mark-blackthorn | Cassandra Clare | |
| 5912259 | It doesn't matter how many times you say it. It'll still be true.' 'And it doesn't matter what you won't let me say, that'll still be true too. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 4cae966 | Why all these paintings of you? Because I'm an artist, Emma. These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you. | julian-blackthorn love | Cassandra Clare | |
| b6ebdc8 | You tried to drink the East River,"Magnus said, and Alec saw, as if for the first time, that Magnus's clothes were soaking wet too, sticking to his body like a dark second skin." | magnus-bane | Cassandra Clare | |
| 627966b | Your place is with me," Jem said. "It always will be." "What do you mean?" He flushed, the color dark against his pale skin. "I mean," he said, "Tessa Gray, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Tessa sat bolt upright. "Jem!" They stared at each other for a moment. At last he said, trying for lightness, though his voice cracked, "That was not a no, I suppose, though neither was it a yes." "You can't mean it." "I do mean it." "You c.. | jem-carstairs love marriage tessa-gray | Cassandra Clare | |
| 13316cc | Butch: -I hear ya. No one's biz but yours. One question though Vishous: -What Butch: -When the females tie you down, do they paint your toe-nails and shit? Or just do your makeup? Wait... they tickle your pits with feather, right? | vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| cf2286a | Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. In these moments, when the fog of relative irrelevancy lifts and fate rolls out a demand for free will, there is only left or right - no option of four-by-fouring into the underbrush between two paths, no negotiating with the choice that has been presented. You must answer the call and pick your w.. | black brotherhood dagger lover ward | J.R. Ward | |
| ca735d9 | You just gotta tell her, man,' I said. 'You just gotta say, "Angela, I really like you, but there's something you need to know: when we go to my house and hook up, we'll be watched by the twenty-four hundred eyes of twelve hundred black Santas." -- | John Green | ||
| f62f4e3 | Myron reached for the phone and dialed Win's number. After the eighth ring he began to hang up when a weak, distant voice coughed. "Hello?" Win?" Yeah." You okay?" Hello?" Win?" Yeah." What took you so long to answer the phone?" Hello?" Win?" Who is this?" Myron." Myron Bolitar?" How many other Myrons do you know?" Myron Bolitar?" No, Myron Rockefeller." Something's wrong," Win said. What?" Terribly wrong." What are you talking about?" Some.. | Harlan Coben | ||
| b66737d | Love can be a terrible curse, Eragon. It can make you overlook even the largest flaws in a person's behavior. | love | Christopher Paolini | |
| 9b37174 | It's impossible to go through life unscathed. Nor should you want to. By the hurts we accumulate, we measure both our follies and our accomplishments. | life | Christopher Paolini | |
| 4eb5af5 | Hell's bells, irony blows. | humor irony | Jim Butcher | |
| fb8ff8f | If you make some comment even obliquely alluding to menstruation or menopause and its effect on my judgment," Murphy interrupted, "I will break your arm in eleven places." | humor karrin-murphy | Jim Butcher | |
| 77ae687 | Tell me again what you said at the revel," he says, climbing over me, his body against mine. "What?" I can barely think. "That you hate me," he says, his voice hoarse. "Tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." He kisses me harder. "I hate you," I breathe into his mouth. .. | enchantment hate kisses oblivion revel | Holly Black |