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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| fe86436 | I know you have a past, but personally, I'm vested in our future. | Lisa Gardner | ||
| 1982039 | It takes a villain to make a hero. And it took a monster to make me. | Lisa Gardner | ||
| 7c357f1 | Dual-income families have turned out a batch of superpredators who have no sympathy or remorse. Blast 'em up on Nintendo; blast 'em up on the streets. | Lisa Gardner | ||
| 1f83a17 | I'd clawed my way back to the land of the living. Because of Vero. She needed me. | Lisa Gardner | ||
| 708926b | Which is why she'd fallen desperately in love the first time she'd met Sharlah. She'd looked into her foster daughter's eyes and she'd known her. Just . . . known her. Sharlah's fears, anxieties, fragile hope, bone-deep strength. Rainie saw all of her daughter. And she loved her, not in spite of her weaknesses, but because of them. Sharlah was a fighter. | Lisa Gardner | ||
| 343f4a4 | Whomever speaks first gives up some power. | Lisa Gardner | ||
| 91a4487 | Irresponsible is only irresponsible if you fail. Succeed, however; and irresponsible quickly becomes merely unorthodox. | Lisa Gardner | ||
| 0d679a7 | They died, leaving behind the kind of void that is never filled, a relentless ache that follows an abandoned child throughout her entire life. And | Lisa Gardner | ||
| 4e1f957 | asked Thomas; it's just him and me and has been for a very long time. We tell each other we are | Lisa Gardner | ||
| d9c2a32 | look at him. But I can't. Too many things are exploding in my head, and the memories are both simpler and more horrible | Lisa Gardner | ||
| 6a55203 | Not the cute kind of cuckoo, or the lights-on-but-nobody's-home loony. She's really, genuinely, sold my-soul-to-the-devil crazy. She don't care about me or anyone else in the place. I mean, sure, she killed Frankie. And maybe she wanted to save the rest of us or whatever. But mostly, she just plain wanted to kill him. I mean, she stabbed him like a zillion times. Then licked his blood. I don't remember Wonder woman ever doing that at the en.. | Lisa Gardner | ||
| e643d0b | We are all a little bit broken, she tells me (the reason she doesn't sleep at night?), but we all work on fixing ourselves. | Lisa Gardner | ||
| 51e1ac4 | But until today, I'd thought I was Sarek's greatest disappointment." "Unlikely," Spock said. "I am quite certain he has reserved that distinction for me." | David Mack | ||
| ec9cea9 | I read a report from Starfleet Command last year that said you'd met the Greek deity Apollo. I was just wondering . . . did that really happen?" Kirk glanced at someone off-screen, then his mouth curled upward with playful mischief. "I prefer to think that Apollo met me. . . . Enterprise out." | David Mack | ||
| 93ced39 | Innocent people shouldn't be made to beg for their lives. The weak shouldn't have to kowtow to receive help, from us or anyone else. | David Mack | ||
| f09b730 | You know Jack wants to do everything you do. | Claudia Connor | ||
| 6faa5aa | I cannot even hint what it was like, for it was a compound of all that is unclean, uncanny, unwelcome, abnormal, and detestable. It was the ghoulish shade of decay, antiquity, and dissolution; the putrid, dripping eidolon of unwholesome revelation, the awful baring of that which the merciful earth should always hide. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| c956c50 | Was tempted to quote Walden--"Why should I feel lonely? Is not our planet in the Milky Way?"--but refrained. How can I get lonely, I asked, when there's still so much to read?" -- | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| ed6f7d8 | There was a formula--a sort of list of things to say and do--which I recognised as something black and forbidden; something which I had read of before in furtive paragraphs of mixed abhorrence and fascination penned by those strange ancient delvers into the universe's guarded secrets whose decaying texts I loved to absorb. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 8acf03c | For I, despite all you can say, and despite all I sometimes try to say to myself, know that loathsome outside influences must be lurking there in the half-unknown hills--and that those influences have spies and emissaries in the world of men. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 5fa8fd9 | Reasonable readers would have accepted my book about ghouls as a work of fiction, but such readers are rare, and most condemned it as a hoax. Even worse, totally unreasonable readers took it for a scientific treatise. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| b32422b | Chronophagos, the Devourer of Time, the Eater of Hours. What man remembereth even the hour of his death if the Chronophagos hath devoured it? --Nicephoros Attaliades, The Testament of Nightmares | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| c525701 | several of our company told of ghosts, one, how a man had been slain on the way to the wars, but had not known it, his ghost going on, thinking himself alive, performing deeds of great valor, even returning home in triumph where he bought lands, begot sons, and lived in contentment for many years before discovering one day, by chance, that he was already dead. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 3946d62 | I dream of a day when they may rise above the billows to drag down in their reeking talons the remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind--of a day when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal pandemonium. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 3f22868 | I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago. The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added a strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger; a danger widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the most terrible phantasms of the night. I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies w.. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| f86ff22 | that in which young Wilcox had had his strange visitations. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 0780bb3 | What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 93f821b | Horror and the unknown or the strange are always closely connected, so that it is hard to create a convincing picture of shattered natural law or cosmic alienage or "outsideness" without laying stress on the emotion of fear." | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 06dd81a | There will always be a small percentage of persons who feel a burning curiosity about unknown outer space, and a burning desire to escape from the prison-house of the known and the real into those enchanted lands of incredible adventure and infinite possibilities which dreams open up to us, and which things like deep woods, fantastic urban towers, and flaming sunsets momentarily suggest. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 7895bba | The Thing of the idols, the green, sticky spawn of the stars, had awaked to claim his own. The stars were right again, and what an age-old cult had failed to do by design, a band of innocent sailors had done by accident. After vigintillions of years great Cthulhu was loose again, and ravening for delight. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 4fb0cd2 | There is in certain ancient things a trace Of some dim essence -- More than form or weight; A tenuous aether, indeterminate, Yet linked with all the laws of time and space. A faint, veiled sign of continuities That outward eyes can never quite descry; | reality truth universe | H.P. Lovecraft | |
| 8de617b | Monstrous, unnatural, colossal, was the thing--too far beyond all the ideas of man to be believed except in the silent damnable small hours of the morning when one cannot sleep. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 79f84c8 | but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 517e7c2 | The effect was that of a Cyclopean city of no architecture known to man or to human imagination, with vast aggregations of night-black masonry embodying monstrous perversions of geometrical laws and attaining the most grotesque extremes of sinister bizarrerie. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 69be48a | No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity. Merging with nothingness is peaceful oblivion; but to be aware of existence and yet to know that one is no longer a definite being distinguished from other beings--that one no longer has a self--that is the nameless summit of agony and dread. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| d6b33a4 | Hieroglyphics had covered the walls and pillars, and from some undetermined point below had come a voice that was not a voice; a chaotic sensation which only fancy could transmute into sound, but which he attempted to render by the almost unpronounceable jumble of letters, "Cthulhu fhtagn"." | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 6fa90eb | all which is forgotten need not necessarily be dead, | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| ddd6959 | Hippopotami should not have human hands and carry torches...men should not have the heads of crocodiles... | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 6979ea7 | Scrivo in uno stato di tensione insostenibile. Fra poco sara l'alba e, allora, io non esistero piu. Privo d'ogni mezzo, privo della droga che -- sola -- mi ha consentito fino ad oggi di sopravvivere ai miei incubi, non mi rimane altro modo per sottrarmi al tormento: mi gettero dall'alta finestra di questa soffitta, nella squallida strada sottostante. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| baccc2f | It's hard to have done all one's growing up since 33 -- but that's a damn sight better than not growing up at all. | growing-up maturity | H.P. Lovecraft | |
| aeade7d | It is hard to explain just how a single sight of a tangible object with measurable dimensions could so shake and change a man; and we may only say that there is about certain outlines and entities a power of symbolism and suggestion which acts frightfully on a sensitive thinker's perspective and whispers terrible hints of obscure cosmic relationships and unnamable realities behind the protective illusions of common vision. | entities hints illusions perspective sight symbolism tangible vision whispers | H.P. Lovecraft | |
| f375371 | the daemoniac rattle and wheeze of a blasphemous organ, choking and rumbling out the mockeries of hell in a cracked, sardonic bass. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| 23c4e04 | I s'pose you know--though I can see you're a Westerner by your talk--what a lot our New England ships used to have to do with queer ports in Africa, Asia, the South Seas, and everywhere else, and what queer kinds of people they sometimes brought back with 'em. You've probably heard about the Salem man that came home with a Chinese wife, and maybe you know there's still a bunch of Fiji Islanders somewhere around Cape Cod. | H.P. Lovecraft | ||
| b473a60 | Transferring in haste, I felt a curious breathlessness as the cars rumbled on through the early afternoon sunlight into territories I had always read of but had never before visited. I knew I was entering an altogether older-fashioned and more primitive New England than the mechanised, urbanised coastal and southern areas where all my life had been spent; an unspoiled, ancestral New England without the foreigners and factory-smoke, billboar.. | vermont | H.P. Lovecraft |