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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 832afac | I refuse to believe that gods want to make mortals unhappy and torment them. That's what humans do. And humans are very definitely not divine. | humans karen-traviss philosophy religion | Karen Traviss | |
| 896bc9c | Revenge might give you a warm feeling, but unless it delivers some lasting results you might as well have a nice cup of mocha instead. | Karen Traviss | ||
| 55f7134 | the best way to stop worrying about your inevitable demise is to dwell on it morbidly until you're so bored that you forget it. | Karen Traviss | ||
| 0067134 | Prep for docking," said the pilot's voice over the intercom. "You're off watch, and I'm not, you barves ..." "Shower, food, sleep," said Darman, prioritizing. Atin shook his head. "Food, shower, sleep." "Sleep," said Niner. "Then more sleep." They looked at Corr. "Glorious revolution, then installing a military junta," he said. Etain stared, not at all sure about his hidden depths, but he laughed. "Or a nice big plate of minced roba patties.. | Karen Traviss | ||
| 805c80e | I fail to understand why gethes (Humans), talk about individuals versus society. They are the same thing. The action of every individual counts, and those individual acts of personal responsibility accumulate to create society. Snowflakes are equally blind to their role in causing avalanches. | personal-responsibility | Karen Traviss | |
| 20910d4 | I was a thirty-seven-year-old man with a lot on his mind but not too much in it. | Andy McNab | ||
| 4105c05 | Mothers took your problems from you and fretted about them for you, even if there was no reason on earth why they should, even if you had done everything to create your own mess. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| a670cb9 | A beige cat came down the stairs like caramel seeping out of a Caramilk bar. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| ce5c2c0 | The soft sound of the rain on the rooftop sounded like young girls sneaking off in stockings to elope. She felt lonesome for Pierrot. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| 9a7b8a5 | A cat's tail waved above the arm of the couch like an elegant hand in a black glove waving goodbye. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| 0f86a33 | They don't know. It's not their fault. What are they supposed to do when they've been told their whole lives not to believe in fairy tales? | Heather O'Neill | ||
| 7d0bf48 | She certainly seemed crazy. But she simultaneously made them think that there was nothing in the world wrong with being a crazy girl. And that maybe the world needed a couple more crazy girls. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| b2b8ffa | But although she interacted with so many people during the day, no one could actually say that they were close to her. There is an aloofness to the permanently heartbroken, a secrecy. There was something impenetrable about her. There was a door that she had closed, which no one could get in. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| b577b27 | My body never belonged to me. You must have felt that too. If someone wanted to beat me, they could beat me. If someone wanted to lock me in the closet, they could. Childhood is such a perverse injustice, I don't know how anyone survives it without going crazy. But I have a chance to turn the tables. I have a chance to run the streets and be a wealthy woman. No one is ever, ever, ever going to treat me with disrespect again. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| 5353598 | Poor people knew that all good times had to be paid for. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| 4e81c43 | Is there a difference between acting like a really intelligent person and being a really intelligent person? | Heather O'Neill | ||
| ac34b8a | If we all knew that we were all perverts, we might be a lot happier. | lovers lust sex-drive shyness | Heather O'Neill | |
| 13fc84e | We had started thinking of ourselves not in terms of things that we had done, but in terms of what we were going to do. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| 15f32f0 | Being a woman was a trap. Something would bring you down before you were twenty-three. The only time the world shows you any favor, or cuts you any slack, is during that very brief period of courtship where the world is trying to fuck you for the first time. | gender-stereotypes olden-days womens-rights | Heather O'Neill | |
| 0e171cb | There was a scent called Five Minutes Before It Rains. If you put it on your neck, whoever kissed you would cry. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| 5f07e80 | She went around reading men's minds. She went inside them as though they were bureaus and she were opening their drawers. She looked underneath folded articles of clothing. She found their dirty postcards. She pulled them out and had a look at them. And what lovely things she did find there. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| de61940 | I was always moved when mean people were suddenly nice to me. It was a weakness that would lead me into some bad relationships later in life. | bad canada life love montréal pg-76 relationships thirteen weakness | Heather O'Neill | |
| 93c15e9 | She didn't know what it meant to always want to be close to someone. She wanted to have the same experiences as him. She wanted to hit him and have a bruise appear on her body. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| 0da2aa2 | Why had this good-looking moll chosen this effeminate buffoon, they all wanted to know. But Jimmy understood why immediately. Because he allowed her to be free. | love | Heather O'Neill | |
| e9f1720 | What the hell is that?" he asked. "Magic mushrooms." "I've always wanted to try those," he exclaimed. "They sound so cute." | addicts drug-addiction drugs felix foster-care orphan pg-85 | Heather O'Neill | |
| 6ce81e4 | A girl's desire is like a pretty butterfly. And a man's desire is like a butterfly net. His desire captures and kills her. He turns her into an object to be pinned on a corkboard. I don't think I'm interested in the tyranny of the couple. I'm more interested in what a person does when they're forced to be by themselves. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| 8a2cdee | The front door is usually unlocked and there is no alarm system. They don't wear their seat belts in the car; they don't wear suntan lotion in the sun. They have decided nothing can kill them but God himself, and they don't even believe in him. | courage death fearless god | David Benioff | |
| e384ad6 | A young woman stood in the hallway, a suitcase at her feet, a cardboard carton in her hands. She wore a yellow cotton dress with a white flower print. The silver dragonfly on her necklace hung in the hollow of her collarbone and her thick red hair cascaded past her sunburned shoulders. She will tell you that she hadn't chosen that dress with any care, or the necklace, that she hadn't washed her hair or scrubbed her face, put a little red on.. | playful | David Benioff | |
| 5305982 | I wish I could tell you that the thought of deserting Vera never entered my mind, that my friend was in danger and I went to her rescue without hesitation. Truly, though, at that moment I hated her. I hated her for being clumsy at the worst possible time, for staring up at me with her panicked brown eyes, electing me to be her savior even though Grisha was the only one she had ever kissed. I knew that I could not live with the memory of tho.. | courage | David Benioff | |
| f4999bf | Ah, the farmer, he kicks the first sack, 'Meow,' and so on. He kicks the second sack, and the boy inside says, 'Woof!' Pretending to be--" Kolya pointed at me to finish the sentence. "A cow." "A dog. When he kicks the third sack, the boy inside says, 'Potatoes!' " We walked in silence. "Well," said Kolya at last, "other people think it's funny." On" | David Benioff | ||
| c52c88e | Tate was probably on his way back to the nation's capitol right now, she thought miserably. He would have protected her, and her child, but she'd sent him off in a fury. Great going, Cecily, she told herself. What a headline they'll have now! Former Teenage Love Slave Killed By Vengeful Gambling Syndicate. That would give people something to read with their morning coffee! | Diana Palmer | ||
| 106712d | Oh, do you think I broke his wrist?" Cecily asked, puzzled, as she wrapped her arms around her chest and stared at the writhing form on the floor. "You might have," Tate returned in a voice like steel. "But I called the ambulance because I broke several of his ribs." He didn't sound sorry, either." | Diana Palmer | ||
| 221e6b2 | I had made the very common mistake of thinking that marriage was a mode of absolute commonality and a breaking down of all boundaries, instead of understanding it simply as a pact between two people willing to be the guardians of each other's solitude. | solitude | Valeria Luiselli | |
| 6197048 | She wrote somewhere that photographs create their own memories, and supplant the past. In her pictures there isn't nostalgia for the fleeting moment, captured by chance with a camera. Rather, there's a confession: this moment captured is not a moment stumbled upon and preserved but a moment stolen, plucked from the continuum of experience in order to be preserved. | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| 91ed41e | Perhaps no one really knows us who does not know the way we laugh. | laughter love | Valeria Luiselli | |
| 9faab89 | But my arts are also pure, as a circle is pure, and in a flawed world purity cannot endure. | Stephen R. Donaldson | ||
| 61500b1 | Eleanor..." He hesitated, and she felt his other hand come up to tilt her face up to his. "I need you...just for a few minutes..." She read the hunger in his voice, the ache for what he"d lost, the grief... "Take what you need, Curry," she said quietly, her body yielding to his in an unspoken invitation. "I won"t hurt you..." he whispered unsteadily as he bent to her upturned mouth, feeling it open deliciously as his lips touched it so that.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| d157db6 | He seemed to be an eternal on-sale item in the matrimonial market that everybody bypassed for the fancier merchandise. | spot-on | Diana Palmer | |
| ce19080 | It seemed such a short time ago that Erin had come running toward him, laughing, her black hair like silk around an elfin face. And he'd melted inside just at the sight of her, gone breathless like a boy with his first real date. It still felt like that, despite her scars, | Diana Palmer | ||
| ab8bfdb | We come from seed," he told his son, smiling. "We grow up, blossom, and produce fruit. Then the fruit dries and goes into the ground to make the next crop. The old plant doesn't die so much as it gives itself to the soil to nurture the new plant. Since energy is neither created nor destroyed, only altered, dying is the other face on the coin of life. Nothing to be afraid of, really. After all, my boy, we all pass from this plane into anothe.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 8ed9f33 | Is that how the song goes? It's the chorus. | Diana Palmer | ||
| bb1480b | Please go away," she whispered. "Leave me in peace." He scowled. "Cecily..." "Please, Tate," she pleaded gently. "Just go home and forget that you know where I am. I've broken all my ties in Washington, I've put it all behind me. It's just me and the baby now." "You and the baby and your mythical dead husband," he shot back. "What do I have to do to get through to you?" | Diana Palmer | ||
| a2e18fa | I know I said this before, but it bears repeating. You know Tate won't like you staying with me." "I don't care," she said bitterly. "I don't tell him where to sleep. It's none of his business what I do anymore." He made a rough sound. "Would you like to guess what he's going to assume if you stay the night in my apartment?" She drew in a long breath. "Okay. I don't want to cause problems between you, not after all the years you've been fri.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 8a3db5b | I'm happy here, Tate. I'll let you know when the baby comes," she added quietly. "Certainly, you'll have access to him any time you like." Doors were closing. Walls were going up around her. He clenched his teeth together in impotent fury. "I want you," he said forcefully, which was not at all what he wanted to say. "I don't want you," she replied, lying through her teeth. She wasn't about to become an obligation again. She even smiled. "Th.. | Diana Palmer |