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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 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. | queen wildfire-heart | 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 | ||
| 583bd53 | I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean | death good-health look nature universe | Walt Whitman | |
| 5f9798e | Are you in the car that's almost caused three accidents on North Vance?" Hannah asked. "Because I'm following you with my lights flashing, and whoever's driving isn't pulling over." "Let him go," Claire said. "Trust me. You aren't going to get him to stop." "Oh, God. It's Myrnin, isn't it?" "Tell that police lady to stop chasing me," Myrnin said, annoyed, from the front seat. "Really, I'm not THAT bad at this." | driving myrnin myrnin-driving rachel-caine | Rachel Caine | |
| 96192fe | we all must admit that everything is fine and there's no need in the world to worry, and in fact we should realize what it would mean to us to UNDERSTAND that we're not REALLY worried about ANYTHING. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 5482ce1 | Light always underestimates the viciousness of Darkness | rephaim | P.C. Cast | |
| 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. | failure motivational persistence writing | 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... | little-women louisa-may-alcott | 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.. | history human machine manufacturing rebellion 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 | ||
| 9211316 | My father tutored me well on amnesia. He always said it was a necessary ingredient for any friendship. (Kiara) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 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 inspirational life | 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." | conversation ego westford | 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 | ||
| 5e141e5 | and love is a word used too much and much too soon. | classic classics i-love-you love patience poem poetry | Charles Bukowski | |
| b1cf8c5 | Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 88c4399 | If good things lasted forever, would we appreciate how precious they are? | Bill Watterson | ||
| 75abb7d | She was widely read enough to appreciate my literary wit but not so widely read that she knew my sources. I like that in a woman. | wit women | David Mitchell | |
| a6a00b8 | Sometimes, the hardest thing was doing nothing. | Scott Westerfeld | ||
| 452d293 | Take the case of courage. No quality has ever so much addled the brains and tangled the definitions of merely rational sages. Courage is almost a contradiction in terms. It means a strong desire to live taking the form of a readiness to die. 'He that will lose his life, the same shall save it,' is not a piece of mysticism for saints and heroes. It is a piece of everyday advice for sailors or mountaineers. It might be printed in an Alpine gu.. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| 362bd33 | It is one thing to describe an interview with a gorgon or a griffin, a creature who does not exist. It is another thing to discover that the rhinoceros does exist and then take pleasure in the fact that he looks as if he didn't. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| 5cfb536 | Why the rifle? Everybody knows you can't shoot." Who were these everybodies and would they like to stand in front of me, preferably within ten feet, so I could discuss this issue in greater detail." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| d611a29 | He said 'woman' in the same way I'd say 'Mmmm, yummy chocolate. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 1566d09 | Your will shall decide your destiny. | will | Charlotte Brontë | |
| cd02a17 | I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful, happy accent. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 8cae3b7 | A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.) | religion | Markus Zusak | |
| 168c57d | She was a woman with red hair and green eyes-- the traits which Satan supposedly relished most in mortal females. | Robert Joseph Shea | ||
| f1f91a4 | Secrets tear you apart. | Mitch Albom |