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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 28e49bc | What is this?' 'A Smart Car' It looked like an SUV took a dump and out came the Smart Car | Simone Elkeles | ||
| ad6f264 | Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 7982a3a | You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I can't tell you just now what the moral of that is, but I shall remember it in a bit." "Perhaps it hasn't one," Alice ventured to remark. "Tut, tut, child!" said the Duchess. "Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it." | Lewis Carroll | ||
| f40fcae | I had never realized how much I needed the attention of others to confirm my own presence. | Jerry Spinelli | ||
| d4cc7d4 | I'm little but I'm old. | Harper Lee | ||
| 5d74e5f | Daylight...In my mind, the night faded. It was daytime and the neighborhood was busy. Miss Stephenie Crawford crossed the street to tell the latest to Miss Rachel. Miss Maudie bent over the azaleas. It was summertime, and two children scampered down the sidewalk toward a man approaching in the distance. The man waved, and the children raced each other to him. It was still summertime, and the children came closer. A boy trudged down the sid.. | Harper Lee | ||
| 08a4bf3 | A man can condemn his enemies, but it's wiser to know them. | Harper Lee | ||
| 2852ee8 | It is in dialogue with pain that many beautiful things acquire their value. Acquaintance with grief turns out to be one of the more unusual prerequisites of architectural appreciation. We might, quite aside from all other requirements, need to be a little sad before buildings can properly touch us. | art sadness | Alain de Botton | |
| fa297f2 | Strangers when you meet, strangers when you part -a gymnasium of bodies namelessly masturbating each other. People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or to love. So they became swingers. The dead fucking the dead. There was no gamble or humor in their game -it was corpse fucking corpse. Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience down through the centuries.. | promiscuity sex | Charles Bukowski | |
| 5fdfb9a | I was only kidding about the hundred," she says. oh," I say, "what will it cost me?" she lights her cigarette with my lighter and looks at me through the flame: her eyes tell me. look," I say, "I don't think I can ever pay that price again." | Charles Bukowski | ||
| c7df974 | He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; | wisdom | William Blake | |
| 121aaf1 | This isn't an interrogation or a trail. Your version of the truth is the only thing that matters. -Truth is singular. It's 'versions' are mistruths. | David Mitchell | ||
| 7248980 | I will love you for ever, whatever happens. Till I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead I'll drift about forever, all my atoms, till I find you again... | Philip Pullman | ||
| 905dd29 | Night is a time of rigor, but also of mercy. There are truths which one can see only when it's dark | night rigor truth | Isaac Bashevis Singer | |
| 57f1129 | May I say that I am delighted that my favorite alpha is feeling better. Why, you'll be running recklessly into danger against overwhelming odds anytime now. | kate | Ilona Andrews | |
| 1c8221d | Me," Artemis blurted. "I'm the nut." Artemis could have sworn the squid winked at him before bringing the five-ton chunk of spacecraft swinging down toward the morsel of meat in its blue shell. "I'm the nut!" Artemis shouted again, a little hysterically, it must be said." | humor nut squid | Eoin Colfer | |
| 9b7cf73 | Beauty is in the eye of the gazer. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 16c9f0f | My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 5df468e | The phrase 'Someone ought to do something' was not, by itself, a helpful one. People who used it added the rider 'and that someone is me'. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 746de3f | Virginia Woolf wrote, "Across the broad continent of a woman's life falls the shadow of a sword." On one side of that sword, she said, there lies convention and tradition and order, where all is correct. But on the other side of that sword, if you're crazy enough to cross it and choose a life that does not follow convention, "all is confusion." Nothing follows a regular course. Her argument was that the crossing of the shadow of that sword .. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 87f77ed | If God is for us, who can be against us? | christianity reassurance religion | Anonymous | |
| c240bd0 | Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by observing it. And his hope for other people is that they will also make it exist by observing it. I call it 'creative observation.' Creative viewing. | existance reality | William S. Burroughs | |
| ecb10e4 | Smash the control images. Smash the control machine. | William S. Burroughs | ||
| 3d8c645 | I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth,--the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names." | death keats poetry truth | emily dickinson | |
| 51385c9 | Incredible," Jason said. "These are really good brownies." "That's your only comment?" Piper demanded. He looked surprised. "What? I heard the story. Fish-centaurs. Merpeople. Letter of intro to the Tiber River god. Got it. But these brownies--" "I know," Frank said, his mouth full. "Try them with Esther's peach preserves." "That," Hazel said, "is incredibly disgusting." "Pass me the jar, man," Jason said. Hazel and Piper exchanged a look o.. | Rick Riordan | ||
| f4d6005 | It was an annoying name to have. People tended to spell in Mangus, rhymes with Angus. I always corrected them: At which point they would stare at me blankly. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 41ae931 | Nice creepy reptile," Frank said, very aware of the driftwood in his coat pocket. "Nice poisonous, fire-breathing reptile." | Rick Riordan | ||
| 29ec2e4 | My name is Magnus Chase. I'm sixteen years old. This is the story of how my life went downhill after I got myself killed. | Rick Riordan | ||
| ad2eda1 | Looking at the elementary schoolers in their colorful T-shirts from various day camps, Percy felt a twinge of sadness. He should be at Camp Half-Blood right now, settling into his cabin for the summer, teaching sword-fighting lessons in the arena, playing pranks on the other counselors. These kids had no idea just how crazy a summer camp could be. | home nostalgia percy-jackson percy-jackson-and-the-olympians the-heroes-of-olympus the-mark-of-athena | Rick Riordan | |
| 5089574 | If I behave as though this is a completely normal situation, then maybe it will be ... | pretend situation | Sophie Kinsella | |
| c813aa9 | Sometimes, pain is all that lets you know you're alive. | pain | Robert Jordan | |
| 388d829 | It took me to learn to sit at my desk for more than two minutes at a time, to put up with the solitude and the terror of failure, and the godawful silence and the white paper. And now that I can take it . . . now that I can finally do it . . . I'm really raring to go. I was in my study writing. I was learning how to go down into myself and salvage bits and pieces of the past. I was learning how to sneak up on the unconscious and how to c.. | feminism insecurity thoughts writing | Erica Jong | |
| 06da198 | You cannot let your parents anywhere near your real humiliations. | secrets shame | Alice Munro | |
| dde5092 | Do you have any coffee?'...'It stunts my growth, and I'm afraid of death. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| dac21f8 | The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart. | growth heart | Haruki Murakami | |
| 93eaa95 | We survived. You and I. And those who survive have a duty. Our duty is to do our best to keep on living. Even if our lives are not perfect. | lives perfect survive | Haruki Murakami | |
| 3d316da | The moral of this story is that sometimes, you can attempt to make all the difference in the world, and it still is like trying to stem the tide with a sieve. The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it ... some stories just don't have a happy ending. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 5a5033c | I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy. | James Joyce | ||
| 06708fb | God made food; the devil the cooks. | James Joyce | ||
| 41c8b40 | A fickle heart is the only constant in this world | Diana Wynne Jones | ||
| 8e53c13 | Shadow had heard too many people telling each other not to repress their feelings, to let their emotions out, let the pain go. Shadow thought there was a lot to be said for bottling up emotions. If you did it long enough and deep enough, he suspected, pretty soon you wouldn't feel anything at all. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| c42dee5 | She was the storm, she was the lightning, she was the adult world with all its power and all its secrets and all its foolish casual cruelty. | adults | Neil Gaiman | |
| 9cce14b | You could give a tutorial. And you could thrill him to the core of his being. was an encyclopedic polymath, an all time intellect. Yet not only can you know more than him about the world. You also can have a deeper understanding of how everything works. Such is the privilege of living after , , , , , and their colleagues. I'm not saying you're more intelligent than | aristotle charles-darwin crick darwin einstein francis-crick intellect isaac-newton james-d-watson james-watson knowledge max-planck newton planck polymath science understanding watson | Richard Dawkins | |
| 111fd70 | The Frays had never been a religiously observant family, but Clary loved Fifth Avenue at Christmas time. The air smelled like sweet roasted chestnuts, and the window displays sparkled with silver and blue, green and red. This year there were fat round crystal snowflakes attached to each lamppost, sending back the winter sunlight in shafts of gold. Not to mention the huge tree at Rockefeller Center. It threw its shadow across them as she and.. | Cassandra Clare |