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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 48a4c84 | Words... They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good any more... I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little or make a poem which children will spea.. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 87a84c2 | So, what did you get for me?" Angeline paused for a beat. "Jeans." "What?" croaked Artemis. "And a T-shirt." | artemis-fowl t-shirt jeans | Eoin Colfer | |
| 242ae8f | You can't write a script in your mind and then force yourself to follow it. You have to let yourself be. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 63ddd42 | What would you do if you were me? Tell me. Please tell me! But you're far from this. Your fingers turn the strangeness of these pages that somehow connect my life to yours. Your eyes are safe. The story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. For me, it's here. It's now. I have to go through with this, considering the cost at every turn. Nothing will be the same. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d85502a | We're miserable because we think that we are mere individuals, alone with our fears and flaws and resentment and mortality. | inspirational self-esteem | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| e5eaacb | There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all through history. 'How much do you love me?' And, 'Who's in charge?' Everything else is somehow manageable. But these two questions of love and control undo us all, trip us up and cause war, grief, and suffering. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 035614d | And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws. | Maurice Sendak | ||
| 35256a8 | You have no idea how much the last few days have meant to me," I began. "Meeting you has been the best thing that's ever happened to me." | you | Nicholas Sparks | |
| 153eddf | When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom. | bible proverbs | Anonymous | |
| 211834d | Be Royal in your Own Fashion: Act like a King to be treated | Robert Greene | ||
| 05684d7 | The ideal subject of totalitarian rule is not the convinced Nazi or the convinced Communist, but people for whom the distinction between fact and fiction (i.e., the reality of experience) and the distinction between true and false (i.e., the standards of thought) no longer exist. | post-factual totalitarianism nazism | Hannah Arendt | |
| 6848f7c | The secret to enjoying your job is to have a hobby that's even worse | Bill Watterson | ||
| f8dea73 | Anticipating the end of the world is humanity's oldest passtime | David Mitchell | ||
| c49d6a4 | Why did god create a dual universe? So he might say 'Be not like me. I am alone.' And it might be heard. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 016ca93 | Tall, with skin the color of rich coffee, and dressed all in black, Jim looked like he was carved from a block of solid muscle. Logic said that at some point he must've been a baby and then a child, but looking at him one was almost convinced that some deity touched the ground with its scepter and proclaimed, "There shall be a badass," and Jim sprung into existence, fully formed, complete with clothes, and ready for action." | kate-daniels | Ilona Andrews | |
| ffd9c2c | Hello, inner child, I'm the inner babysitter! | child | Terry Pratchett | |
| 1b6bf98 | Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy, | self-actualization | Walt Whitman | |
| 59e87a3 | Was everybody seeing this stuff and acting as though they weren't? Was insanity just a matter of dropping the act? | sanity | Susanna Kaysen | |
| 173ad3f | a book always keeps something of its owner between its pages. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 38d78c7 | You who read me, are You sure of understanding my language? | Jorge Luis Borges | ||
| db5f8d7 | It is time we admitted, from kings and presidents on down, that there is no evidence that any of our books was authored by the Creator of the universe. The Bible, it seems certain, was the work of sand-strewn men and women who thought the earth was flat and for whom a wheelbarrow would have been a breathtaking example of emerging technology. To rely on such a document as the basis for our worldview-however heroic the efforts of redactors- i.. | Sam Harris | ||
| 296e1e8 | We are all migrants through time. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| ea89338 | Ma and God God gave us fingers--Ma says, "Use your fork." God gave us voices--Ma says, "Don't scream." Ma says eat broccoli, cereal and carrots. But God gave us tasteys for maple ice cream. God gave us fingers--Ma says, "Use your hanky." God gave us puddles--Ma says, "Don't splash." Ma says, "Be quiet, your father is sleeping." But God gave us garbage can covers to crash. God gave us fingers--Ma says, "Put your gloves on." God gave us rain.. | Shel Silverstein | ||
| e8e46fc | It is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt. If you do not climb, you will not fall. This is true. But is it that bad to fail, that hard to fall? | falling | Neil Gaiman | |
| 12e15fc | The surface of the Earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean. On this shore, we've learned most of what we know. Recently, we've waded a little way out, maybe ankle-deep, and the water seems inviting. Some part of our being knows this is where we came from. We long to return, and we can, because the cosmos is also within us. We're made of star stuff. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself. | Carl Sagan | ||
| 1f58735 | Women, as some witty Frenchman once put it, inspire us with the desire to do masterpieces and always prevent us from carrying them out. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| b0305ce | My dear boy, no woman is a genius. Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly. Women represent the triumph of matter over mind, just as men represent the triumph of mind over morals. | gender-stereotypes | Oscar Wilde | |
| f03e55d | I never approve, or disapprove, of anything now. It is an absurd attitude to take towards life. We are not sent into the world to air our moral prejudices. I never take any notice of what common people say, and I never interfere with what charming people do. If a personality fascinates me, whatever mode of expression that personality selects is absolutely delightful to me. | absurdist | Oscar Wilde | |
| 3c758cb | And Jessamine-Jessamine was gazing at her in abject horror, like someone who has seen a vision of their own ghost. For a moment Tessa felt a stab of guilt. It lasted only a moment, though. Slowly Jessamine lowered her hand from her mouth, her face still very pale. "Goodness, my nose is enormous," she exclaimed. "Why didn't anyone tell me?" | jessamine clockwork-angel | Cassandra Clare | |
| f5dab76 | Well, hello there, Mother," Sebastian said in a voice like silk. "Surprised to see me?" | sebastian-verlac surprise | Cassandra Clare | |
| 3d7afcb | It was Eric's voice not Simon's, on the recorded message. "Ladies, ladies " he said. Though it was the millionth time she'd heard the recording, Clary couldn't help rolling her eyes. "If you've reached this message that means our boy Simon is out partying. But please don't fight among yourselves. There's always enough Simon to go around." There was a muffled yell, some laughter, and then the long sound of the beep." | city-of-glass-outtake simon-lewis mortal-instruments eric | Cassandra Clare | |
| 9b00ef8 | He played of love and loss and years of silence, words unsaid and vows unspoken, and all the spaces between his heart and theirs; and when he was done, and he'd set the violin back in its box, Will's eyes were closed, but Tessa's were full of tears. | tessa-gray jem-carstairs will-herondale | Cassandra Clare | |
| f6f88e8 | The world was to me a secret which I desired to devine. | Mary Shelley | ||
| 3c702c7 | Butch nodded, finding as comfortable a bite as he could on the leather. He braced himself as V lifted an arm. Except when his roommate's palm landed on his bare chest all he felt was a warm weight. Butch frowned. This was it? This was fucking it? Scaring the shit out of Marissa for no good- He looked down, pissed off. Oh, wrong hand. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 18c4ebf | That is one fine female, true?" V said. There was a low, affirmative grumble. "And someone you do not want to mess with," the brother continued. "Man, you should have seen her when we came into that barn. She was standing over his body, ready to take the cop and me on with her bare hands if she had to. Like Wrath was her cub, you feel me?" "Wonder if she has a sister?" Rhage asked. Phury laughed. "You wouldn't know what to do with yourself .. | dark-lover | J.R. Ward | |
| 07b7a1a | And second, I don't think there's much of a market for your particular brand of psychology." "So not true." "Butch, you and I just beat the crap out of each other." "You started it. And actually, it would be perfect for Spike TV. UFC meets Oprah. God, I'm brilliant." "Keep telling yourself that. -Butch and V" | butch-vishous jr-ward | J.R. Ward | |
| 4b509cd | Writing does not resurrect. It buries. | John Green | ||
| 61ecf4e | Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply. | F. Scott Fitzgerald | ||
| dc27cd2 | Thanks again for saving me. Someday, I'll save you too. | Zelda Fitzgerald | ||
| 418ac4b | Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone. | loneliness | Mervyn Peake | |
| 61ccc84 | Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings. | life | Lisa Kleypas | |
| c3b1645 | I'll be your family now." ~ Tobis 'Four" | love four-tobias insurgent tris | Veronica Roth | |
| 79f70fe | There are roads which must not be followed, armies which must not be attacked, towns which must not be besieged, positions which must not be contested, commands of the sovereign which must not be obeyed. | war strategy | Sun Tzu | |
| 70b5d68 | Even if they end up together, which I highly doubt, given the strength of that particular bond-...-but even if Schuyler still loves him, or thinks she does, it doesn't matter. Because Jack is going to leave her one day. i know he will. He's too much for Schuyler. They're wrong for each other. Anyone can see that. And when he leaves her, I'll be there. However long it takes, I'll still be there for her. Waiting. | loyalty | Melissa de la Cruz |