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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 99a47d2 | Don't you have class today? (Kyrian) Boy, I'm a backwoods Cajun, I ain't never got no class, cher. (Nick) (He cleared his throat and dropped the thick Cajun accent.) And no, today's registration. I've got to figure out what I'm taking next semester. (Nick) I have a few things I need you to do today. (Kyrian) And that is different from any other day how? (Nick) Sarcasm, thy name is Nick Gautier. (Kyrian) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 7d48395 | One is always at home in one's past... | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 50e1bdf | Nothing gives you confidence like being a member of a small, weirdly specific, hard-to-find demographic. | dreams friendship humor life inspirational | Mindy Kaling | |
| ea94c0b | I think by the time you're grown you're as happy as you're goin to be. You'll have good times and bad times, but in the end you'll be about as happy as you was before. Or as unhappy. I've knowed people that just never did get the hang of it. | unhappiness | Cormac McCarthy | |
| a77feac | What does it feel like to be alive? Living, you stand under a waterfall. You leave the sleeping shore deliberately; you shed your dusty clothes, pick your barefoot way over the high, slippery rocks, hold your breath, choose your footing, and step into the waterfall. The hard water pelts your skull, bangs in bits on your shoulders and arms. The strong water dashes down beside you and you feel it along your calves and thighs rising roughly ba.. | Annie Dillard | ||
| 962f187 | And what do you want right now?" Right now I itch to heal his wounds and forget my own. He touches my cheek with the tips of his fingers. My breath hitches. "Do you want to kiss me, Alex?" I whisper. "Dios mio, I want to kiss you ... to taste your lips, your tongue." He gently traces my lips withthe tips of his fingers. "Do you want me to kiss you? Nobody else would know but the two of us." | Simone Elkeles | ||
| de88a61 | Do you ever lose the ego?" Westford asks me. "Yeah." When his daughter kisses me, my ego flies out the window." | westford conversation ego | Simone Elkeles | |
| ecca370 | If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, | William Shakespeare | ||
| 4087a4e | I mean, what is an un-birthday present?" A present given when it isn't your birthday, of course." Alice considered a little. "I like birthday presents best," she said at last. You don't know what you're talking about!" cried Humpty Dumpty. "How many days are there in a year?" Three hundred and sixty-five," said Alice. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 36e1546 | St. Clair waggles his eyebrows at Josh, but the moment he sees that I've caught him, his expression changes to a flirtatious grin. "Aw, mate," he says to Josh. "Admit it. You couldn't resist me." Josh relaxes into a smile. "You're like a gorgeous little bonbon." "Delicious in every way," St Clair says. Anna rolls her eyes. "Wait until you try his creamy centre." | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| e261eb8 | Years after the war, after marriages, children, divorces, books, he came to Paris with his wife. He phoned her. It's me. She recognized him at once from the voice. He said, I just wanted to hear your voice. She said, it's me, hello. He was nervous, afraid, as before. His voice suddenly trembled. And with the trembling, suddenly, she heard again the voice of China. He knew she'd begun writing books, he'd heard about it through her mother who.. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| de480f0 | When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know I can never do it. Then gradually, I write one page and then another. One day's work is all I can permit myself to contemplate. | writing persistence motivational failure | John Steinbeck | |
| 7630140 | What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can only read a few and those perhaps not accurately. | John Steinbeck | ||
| c06de05 | Imagine how different a world might be if more leaders took time to ponder the finality of death before racing off to war. | Dan Brown | ||
| ba5a9b6 | I wish I had no heart, it aches so... | louisa-may-alcott little-women | Louisa May Alcott | |
| 01a32f9 | Historical fact: People stopped being people in 1913. That was the year Henry Ford put his cars on rollers and made his workers adopt the speed of the assembly line. At first, workers rebelled. They quit in droves, unable to accustom their bodies to the new pace of the age. Since then, however, the adaptation has been passed down: we've all inherited it to some degree, so that we plug right into joy-sticks and remotes, to repetitive motions.. | rebellion history human machine manufacturing workers | Jeffrey Eugenides | |
| ae20607 | Love is a verb. Love - the feeling - is the fruit of love the verb or our loving actions. So love her. Sacrifice. Listen to her. Empathize. Appreciate. Affirm her. | Stephen R. Covey | ||
| acad817 | I'll never get used to anything. Anybody that does they might as well be dead. | Truman Capote | ||
| 7a35e11 | She said she knew we were safe with you, and always would be, because once, when she asked you to, you'd given up the thing you most wanted." Archer received this strange communication in silence. His eyes remained unseeingly fixed on the thronged sunlit square below the window. At length he said in a low voice: "She never asked me." | Edith Wharton | ||
| 668ab7f | But in the end it's only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass. | inspirational | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 55d9172 | He began to trace a pattern on the table with the nail of his thumb. "She kept saying she wanted to keep things exactly the way they were, and that she wished she could stop everything from changing. She got really nervous, like, talking about the future. She once told me that she could see herself now, and she could also see the kind of life she wanted to have - kids, husband, suburbs, you know - but she couldn't figure out how to get from.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 46679ee | The prisons in the United States had long been an extreme reflection of the American system itself: the stark life differences between rich and poor, the racism, the use of victims against one another, the lack of resources of the underclass to speak out, the endless "reforms" that changed little. Dostoevski once said: "The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons." It had long been true, and prisoners knew .. | justice-system | Howard Zinn | |
| 857e399 | Dream tonight of peacock tails, Diamond fields and spouter whales. Ills are many, blessings few, But dreams tonight will shelter you. Let the vampire's creaking wing Hide the stars while banshees sing; Let the ghouls gorge all night long; Dreams will keep you safe and strong. Skeletons with poison teeth, Risen from the world beneath, Ogre, troll, and loup-garou, Bloody wraith who looks like you, Shadow on the window shade, Harpies in a midn.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 264469c | There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made - at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| a2cbc84 | Euripedes. Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| bb45385 | The finger cut, to save the hand. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| a54f8ff | It's wrong to hurt even bad people. Because they don't know any better, and because bad people sometimes become good. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| a0fc91f | Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 8d9a108 | and all I could think was that I would like to spend every morning for the rest of my life waking up beside her | novel | Nicholas Sparks | |
| d8e4d8c | I ran three miles, staggered into the lobby, and took the elevator back to my apartment. No point to overdoing this exercise junk. --Stephanie Plum | exercise humor plum stephanie-plum | Janet Evanovich | |
| 75e992c | now he saw the familiar wide river beside the path differently. He saw all of the light and color and history it contained and carried in its slow - moving water; and he knew that there was an Elsewhere from which it came, and an Elsewhere to which it was going | Lois Lowry | ||
| f89e702 | Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy? | madness death life | Libba Bray | |
| f3c500d | If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot? | trees | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| e049b17 | For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet, and now history expected me to clean up after everyone. I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. And account for every drop of used motor oil. And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and buried gasoline tanks and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 1642018 | Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may. | fight | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 08d606a | Is there anything, apart from a really good chocolate cream pie and receiving a large unexpected cheque in the post, to beat finding yourself at large in a foreign city on a fair spring evening, loafing along unfamiliar streets in the long shadows of a lazy sunset, pausing to gaze in shop windows or at some church or lovely square or tranquil stretch of quayside, hesitating at street corners to decide whether that cheerful and homy restaura.. | Bill Bryson | ||
| 25d011a | And if I'm alone in bed, I will go to the window, look up at the sky, and feel certain that loneliness is a lie, because the Universe is there to keep me company. | universe loneliness | Paulo Coelho | |
| d567a7e | Don't try to be useful. Try to be yourself: that is enough & that makes all the difference. | self-belief self-growth | Paulo Coelho | |
| 4ab604c | No, I'm not mistaken. I know you don't love me. But I'm going to fight for your love. There are some things in life that are worth fighting for to the end. You are worth it. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 324d8b3 | What you call passion is not a spiritual force, but friction between the soul and the outside world. Where passion dominates, that does not signify the presence of greater desire and ambition, but rather the misdirection of these qualities toward and isolated and false goal, with a consequent tension and sultriness in the atmosphere. Those who direct the maximum force of their desires toward the center, toward true being, toward perfection,.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 0a4f418 | One by one, like shadows emerging from the mist, they appeared. The faces of the people she had loved with her heart of wildfire. | wildfire-heart queen | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 9e1e9c2 | Let them tremble in fear at what they had awoken. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d3a9c79 | My goal was bigger than revenge. My purpose greater than personal retribution. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d71f23d | A hero is someone who simply got too frightened to use his good sense and run away, then somehow lived through it all. | Raymond E. Feist |