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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 634b9bc | I'm still alive, but I feel myself dying, person by person by person by person. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| f5f7b6d | the increasingly common ideology that assures people they're right about what they believe.... is, however, socially detrimental . It hijacks conversation and aborts ideas. It engenders a delusion of simplicity that benefits people with inflexible minds. It makes the experience of living in a society slightly worse than it should be. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| fd419ba | wherever Haley's voice rang out with "One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock RAHK..." the gritty drama on the screen was totally eclipsed by mayhem among the audience. Boys and girls alike went literally berserk, shrieking like banshees, tearing at the fabric of their seats, lurching out to dance in the aisles or engage in mass brawls that required dozens of police to contain them." | Philip Norman | ||
| 9e0716b | Paul said it would be better for them to express their views back in Britain, because "there, people listen a bit more. In America, they hold everything against you." | Philip Norman | ||
| 91a983b | So there we were. Once upon a time, during the storybook version of dating we'd gone through, I'd pretended that it was possible to love her when I only mildly liked her. Now I had no desire to pretend we'd ever be in love, and I liked her madly. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 2295a59 | I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 26f3d73 | But somehow, knowing the Moleskine was tucked away in my bag, containing our thoughts and clues, our imprints to each other, somehow that made me feel safe, like I could have this adventure and not get lost and not call my brother to save me. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| cd98380 | Yes, girls want their princes, but boys want their princesses just as much. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 99be78a | Perhaps it's only the vehicle that won't start, but it feels like it's my life that won't start. Yes, this Yugo with the passenger-side seat metal coming through the torn seat fabric, scratching against the back of my thigh, this Cold War relic that won't respond to Nick's turn of the ignition key is like the fucking metaphor for my sorry-ass life: STALLED. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 1dc4918 | I know she is scared of this simple task even if the fear is something she can't--or won't-- acknowledge. Fear, perhaps, is not based on the chemical component of adrenaline alone. It acts also on inexperience, or venturing into the unknown, even if that unknown is as uncomplicated a thing as a swimming pool. At least, the pool feels uncomplicated to me, a natural extension of myself. To Xanthe, who has never been in one, it might seem like.. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 051a8e8 | If I'm just The Guy With Norah, that's cool. Right now, that's all I want to be. All the other things I am--they're too complicated. I can feel them lying in wait, planning their return. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 0ca3d07 | Like dogs and lions, small children can sense fear. The slightest flinch, the slightest disinclination, and they will jump atop you and devour you. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| aaa03aa | Sofia smiled at me. "You think fairy tales are only for girls? Here's a hint--ask yourself who wrote them. I assure you, it wasn't just the women. It's the great male fantasy--all it takes is one dance to know that she's the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away you know--this is the girl in your head, sleeping or dancing or singing in front of you. Yes, girls want their pr.. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| c85513a | I am forgetting about time and Tal because maybe my life isn't over. Maybe it's only beginning. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| c819e97 | Because I hadn't known that I knew these things. Just having a notebook to write them in, and having someone to write them to, made them all rise to the surface. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 5b3e3bf | Boy needs to get a good night's sleep. Otherwise, he'll be lucky to get accepted at SUNY-So Far Upstate You Might As Well Be In Canada, ? | college humor insomniac sleep | Rachel Cohn | |
| f6e13f6 | People who want things to be perfect are always impossible to please. But that doesn't mean we should stop trying. Even | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 180348a | The Velmas of the world do not intern at CNN, hope to be accepted at Columbia J-School after graduating NYU with honors, and go on to win Pulitzer Prizes by getting bogged down in relationship drama. That's a problem for the Daphnes of the world. Daphne, you bitch, you can't even drive the damn van. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 185473e | Say you're bored. Or you can't sleep. Maybe your mom is yelling at you, or the boy/ girl you like doesn't like you back in the same way, or you're too fat to even consider going to prom. Or the closet person to you since you were babies in the cradle together has killed herself. The usual stuff. Dread not. Don't be depressed. Be a junkie! You can't count on people to nurture you through the trauma that is existence. But you already knew th.. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 96e44e8 | Villains made no special guest appearances in our Once Upon A Time story games. They scared Laura and bored me, so instead we made up heroines with ghastly itchy skin but magnificent tresses of hair, and the occasional sleeping disorder. Those heroines had enough on their hands without having to worry about warding off true evil. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| b1ead31 | You never know where the night will take you. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| ca97f3d | I love a man who doesn't let go of the leash, even when it leads him to ruin. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| c1c8567 | I'm mad at global warming for all the obvious reasons, but mostly I'm mad at it for ruining Christmas. This time of year is supposed to be about teeth-chattering, cold weather that necessitates coats, scarves, and mittens. Outside there should be see-your-breath air that offers the promise of sidewalks covered in snow, while inside, families drink hot chocolate by a roaring fire, huddled close together with their pets to keep warm. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 999634b | The worse people feel the next day, the better the party. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 3b331ed | And we are giddy, because dawn is here, we're at the center of the world and we're at the center of our own universe, and spring is here, and the air smells wet and clean. God bless Manhattan, you know, because it must be six in the morning on a Sunday yet trash collection trucks are teeming down the street and Times Square workers in their bright-orange uniforms are cleaning up the night's excesses and not even the smell of fresh spring ra.. | times-square | Rachel Cohn | |
| 0ddbc7a | The mosh pit will reveal all the answers. The mosh pit never lies. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| ff4caa9 | Her hand traces down the zipper line and I say, "Slow." Because this is not a rush. This is not something insignificant. This is real. This is happening. And this is ours." | Rachel Cohn David Levithan | ||
| bff0fdd | Lord save little children! They abide. | Davis Grubb | ||
| 6a7454a | Hing hang hung! the words rang faintly through his daydream like echoes of Miz Cunningham's tart little doorbell. Then he looked again at the old woman herself. Why, she was really quite wonderful - this old fat woman! In the end, she got her hands on nearly everything in the world! Just look at her window! There by the pair of old overshoes were Jamey Hankins' ice skates. There was old Walt Spoon's elk's tooth. There - his mother's own wed.. | rummage | Davis Grubb | |
| 8ecc9bc | The Brother was staring straight ahead and not blinking. "Have we stopped moving?" he said hoarsely." | J.R. Ward | ||
| c304fab | I can't change what happened and I know there's no going back...all I ask is that you don't fall for appearances, okay? You've had ten years around this family, but I've been with them and the people who surround them all my life. That's why you're the one I want. You're real. You're not capable of being what they are and that's a very, very good thing. | J.R. Ward | ||
| af69cc4 | At the end of the day, people have to earn the right to be in your life, | J.R. Ward | ||
| c55c15b | She ran over the frost-laden grass in her bare feet and threw herself at him, grabbing on to his neck with both arms. She held him so tightly his spine cracked. She was sobbing. Bawling. Crying so hard her whole body was shaking. He didn't ask any questions, just wrapped himself around her. "I'm not okay," she said hoarsely between breaths. "Rhage...I'm not okay." He closed his eyes and held on tight." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 93d194f | All of us are taking the night off," Wrath said abruptly. "We need some regroup time." Rhage snorted from across the table. "You're not going to make us play Monopoly again, are you?" "Yup." A collective groan rose up from the Brotherhood, one that Wrath ignored. "Right after dinner." "I have something I have to do," V said. "I'll be back as soon as I can." "Fine, but you can't be the shoe or the dog then. They always go first." "I can.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 12c2664 | How about I duct-tape his ass cheeks together? Short-sheet his bed? Ex-Lax his chocolate pudding...? I have other ideas, you know... | J.R. Ward | ||
| da8bb30 | FYI, I'm giving this establishment a really crappy Yelp review. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 43f9256 | Sometimes the fact that you were forced to be strong was enough to actually turn you into what you had to be. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 22a26e8 | Let me get this straight. You and I are in the Brotherhood's mobile surgical van, on our way to the training center because you were shot and now have a tube in your head to reduce brain swelling...and you're coming on to me?" "My gray matter isn't the only thing getting bigger." "You're like the indestructible slut, aren't you." "You know, to most people, is an insult." He tried to lift his had to make the point. And failed. "I personal.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 128c202 | Standing at the foot of the grand staircase, Wrath finished prepping for the meeting with the glymera by drawing a Kevlar vest onto his shoulders. "It's light." "Weight doesn't always do you better," V said as he fired up a hand-rolled and snapped his gold lighter shut. "You sure about that." "When it comes to bulletproof vests, I am." Vishous exhaled, the smoke momentarily shading his face before it floated upward to the ornate ceiling.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 0c0d0a1 | True. This gluten-is-the-enemy thing is total bullshit. And don't get me started on kombucha tea, kale, anything with antioxidants in it, and the fallacy that high-fructose corn syrup is the root of all evil. | J.R. Ward | ||
| fa77188 | I don't bite," Saxton whispered darkly. "Unless you ask." Blay" | J.R. Ward | ||
| 24df8ad | Off to the side and out of the glow of the headlights, Blay hung back and watched as Qhuinn crouched down by the driver's door and cursed softly. "Messy. Very messy." Tohr did the duty on the passenger seat. "Oh, look, a matched set." "I think they're dead." "Really. What gave that away. The fact they aren't moving or that this guy over here has no facial features left?" | J.R. Ward | ||
| ffb73cb | Ehlena es mi reverenciada reina.-Rehvenge | la-hermandad-de-la-daga-negra | J.R. Ward | |
| e146d19 | Qhuinn was a male's male. And not just because he was a fighter and had a mate who was a dude. Yeah, | J.R. Ward |