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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b2edcc7 | I got to go! Bye!" "You're ammmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaazing--" Click. This time when she put her cell phone back down, she felt as light and frothy as the bubbles in a champagne flute. And a little drunk, too." | J.R. Ward | ||
| afd9bb5 | In that moment, Xcor thought of each of his fighters. Zypher, the sexual conqueror. Balthazar, the thief. Syphon, the assassin. And the other one who had no name, and too many sins to count. So he was referred to as Syn. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 01bc179 | He'll never get out of there," V sneered, his icy eyes flaring with pure violence. "Not alive, at any rate." "Good thing you have more than one table." Butch clapped his bestie on the shoulder. "You sick fuck." "Don't knock it till you tried it." "Nah, I'm a good Catholic boy. I go that route and my body would incinerate on the spot--and not from hot wax." "Pansy." "Pervert." The pair of them chuckled at their inside joke and then got .. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 9ba15da | What is this, Ruhn thought...especially as sexual arousal curled around his hips, sure as if hands were touching him-- Saxton looked over without warning and stopped as he saw that he was in the regard of another. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 25da7da | They clapped palms and John dragged the other male off the snow with his good arm. Then they walked off into the night, side by side. It was almost, John reflected, as if they'd done this before-- Murhder started to whistle a cheery little tune, and John had to do a double take. After a silent laugh, John joined in, finding a perfect harmony: "Don't Worry, Be Happy." When Murhder started doing a hop'ita-skip'ita every third step, John Fred .. | J.R. Ward | ||
| e3be6ae | If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone. But if no one cared? You were isolated even in a crowd. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 268f3c1 | Still, he forced himself to think of what Mary always said about emotions. You weren't responsible for them and you couldn't control them, but you were in charge of your response to them. | J.R. Ward | ||
| d47ead5 | As she told her staff, there was always time to hold someone's hand or listen to their worries or offer a shoulder to cry on, because in the blink of an eye you could be on the other side of that conversation. After all, tragedy didn't discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate. No matter what your skin color was or how much money you had, whether you were gay or straight, or an atheist or a true believer, from where sh.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 74c68d4 | Remember, forgiving doesn't mean forgetting, hiding isn't a long-term strategy, and distraction isn't your friend. | J.R. Ward | ||
| d2bf5f7 | And you need to get on board my fucking optimism train, John Matthew. I love you. You love me. We are survivors. Do you hear me! | J.R. Ward | ||
| e713d07 | He was taking another hit from his short-and-squat of Goose when his eyes skipped to the arched doorway of the room. Jane hesitated as she glanced inside, her white coat opening as she leaned to the side, as if she were looking for him. When their eyes met, she smiled a little. And then a lot. His first impulse was to hide his own grin behind his Goose. But then he stopped himself. , he thought. Jane gave a short wave and played it co.. | everyone jane kisses mated popcorn rhage shellan vishous wrath | J.R. Ward | |
| 18c2d49 | Up in front, Fritz, as his name was, was driving like a bat out of hell--not exactly something you expected from a butler who looked like he was seven thousand years old. | J.R. Ward | ||
| c1acee3 | Assail: We keep this up and I'll talk to you more than I speak with my own mahmen. Vishous: Isn't she dead? Assail: Yes. Vishous: Some bastards have all the luck. | bdb beast black black-dagger-brotherhood brotherhood dagger vampire vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| 610c332 | Yes, she's about to embark on a new phase of her life. And yes, my role in her life may change. But as time goes on and our hearts grow more rings, we don't have to leave anyone behind. We can hold on to each other, and collect new hearts to hold, from this day forward, as long as we all shall live. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 10009aa | Good people can't imagine evil. It catches us by surprise, and it always will. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 1a4571e | I already know when I'm being bad, and I don't need to be nagged by my underwear. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| c931eda | You haven't lived until you duct-taped a diaper on a dog. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| d838b26 | Motherhood was not for the weak. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 50fe5da | Making the decision to have a child--it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. --Elizabeth Stone | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| b1c2565 | She had lived long enough to learn that families didn't dissolve or reconfigure neatly, but left debris lying everywhere, and it was human debris. And sometimes, like tonight, she felt as if she were tripping over the bodies. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| b1a42fd | nobody was ever replaced in life, no hole completely filled or loss totally healed. You didn't need a medical degree to know that the human body really wasn't stronger in the broken places. Like any bone, the cracks would always show if you looked hard enough. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 0464d94 | Celebrities are our heroes and heroines now, discussed the next day over latte or lunch. We have such a strong need to talk to each other, to have some commonality of story, that we're finding it in celebrities. In effect, we're turning reality into fiction. Using actors and actresses, just off duty. And how is this working for us? Not great. It leaves us with a perennially empty feeling. We find the celebrities empty, and at some level, we.. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 3437eb2 | If I stopped talking after I made my point, I'd never say anything. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 2d326b0 | she wondered if justice was possible in a world full of profoundly evil and damaged human beings, in a veritable universe of damage. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| a92b872 | They drove through the town of Collegeville on Route 29, a winding two-lane road, and continued past colonial vintage houses, then rolling hills and pastured horses. The farmland turned into a vast open space, and Christine sensed they were approaching the prison. "I think we're almost there," she said, glancing over. Lauren" | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 2976be8 | A philosopher I admire wrote that a coward is not a coward "on account of a cowardly heart or lungs or cerebrum ... he is like that because he has made himself into a coward by his actions ... A coward is defined by the deed he has done." I would wake up sweating, throw off my sheet, and stare into the hot, empty darkness. What if there was a collective will to cowardice, when men and women in their millions, a whole nationful, did cowardly.. | Nayantara Sahgal | ||
| 191a0fd | Over the weekend I have fallen in love with you again. I do not know why. Because it was wholly unnecessary. | Nayantara Sahgal | ||
| 31293d2 | Much as the sage may affect to despise the opinion of the world, there are few who would not rather expose their lives a hundred times than be condemned to live on, in society, but not of it - a by-word of reproach to all who know their history, and a mark for scorn to point his finger at. | Charles MacKay | ||
| fa9f797 | Injury was aggravated by insult, and insult was embittered by pleasantry. | Charles Mackay | ||
| 8d08eff | Thus did they nurse their folly, as the good wife of Tam O'Shanter did her wrath, "to keep it warm." | Charles MacKay | ||
| a8affdc | Among the millions of North Koreans who took part in the mass display of grief for Kim Il-sung, how many were faking? Were they crying for the death of the Great Leader or for themselves? Or were they crying because everybody else was? If there is one lesson taught by scholars of mass behavior, from the historians of the Salem witch hunts to Charles Mackay, author of the classic Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds, hys.. | Barbara Demick | ||
| d99db39 | Curnow had once remarked that Dr. Chandra had the sort of physique that could only be achieved by centuries of starvation. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| d4c6d3c | Long ago it had been decided that, however inconsequential rudeness to robots might appear to be, it should be discouraged. All too easily, it could spread to human relationships as well. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 9808a85 | He lifted the telephone receiver and pressed it against the plastic of his helmet. If there had been a dialing sound he could have heard it through the conducting material. But, as he had expected, there was only silence. So--it was all a fake, though a fantastically careful one. And it was clearly not intended to deceive but rather--he hoped--to reassure. That was a very comforting thought; nevertheless he would not remove his suit until h.. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| bbb09b3 | Oh, I can think of many reasons. Perhaps it's a signal, so that any strange ship entering our universe will know where to look for life. Perhaps it marks the centre of galactic administration. Or perhaps--and somehow I feel that this is the real explanation--it's simply the greatest of all works of art. But it's foolish to speculate now. In a few hours we shall know the truth. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 0063749 | There's nothing left to struggle for, and there are too many distractions and entertainments. Do you realize that every day something like five hundred hours of radio and TV pour out over the various channels? If you went without sleep and did nothing else, you could follow less than a twentieth of the entertainment that's available at the turn of a switch! No wonder that people are becoming passive sponges - absorbing but never creating. D.. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 4e53ad4 | Here was a revelation which no one could doubt or deny; here, seen by unknown magic of Overlord science, were the true beginnings of all the world's great faiths. Most of them were noble and inspiring, but that was not enough. Within a few days, all mankind's multitudinous messaihs had lost their divinity. Beneath the fierce and passionless light of truth, faiths that had sustained millions for twice a thousand years vanished like morning d.. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 15a0a45 | A feeling of foreboding, and, indeed, of physical as well as psychological discomfort, had come over him. He suddenly recalled--and this did nothing at all to help--a phrase he had once come across: "Someone is walking over your grave." | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 9b70ee8 | As to the nature of that drive, one thing was now certain, even though all else was mystery. There were no jets of gas, no beams of ions or plasma thrusting Rama into its new orbit. No one put it better than Sergeant Professor Myron, when he said, in shocked | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| d85778b | Many of the fundamental physical constants-which as far as one could see, God could have given any value He liked-are in fact very precised adjusted, or fine-tuned, to produce the only kind of Universe that makes our existence possible. | possibility | Arthur C. Clarke | |
| 4a61256 | The outermost--Jupiter XXVII--moved backwards in an unstable path nineteen million miles from its temporary master. It was the prize in a perpetual tug-of-war between Jupiter and the Sun, for the planet was constantly capturing short-lived moons from the asteroid belt, and losing them again after a few million years. Only the inner satellites were its permanent property; the Sun could never wrest them from its grasp. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 88d07d6 | I hope you're right. Apart from that, won't there be trouble when he discovers what you're trying to do? Because he will, you know." "I'll take that risk. Besides, we understand each other rather well." The physicist toyed with his pencil and stared into space for a while. "It's a very pretty problem. I like it," he said simply. Then he dived into a drawer and produced an enormous writing pad, quite the biggest that Stormgren had ever seen... | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| bfcdb32 | How obvious, now, was that mathematical ratio of its sides, the quadratic sequence 1:4:9! And how naive to have imagined that the series ended there, in only three dimensions! | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 1d938d4 | It had been virtually shattered by two inventions, which were, ironically enough, of purely human origin and owed nothing to the Overlords. The first was a completely reliable oral contraceptive: the second was an equally infallible method--as certain as fingerprinting, and based on a very detailed analysis of the blood--of identifying the father of any child. The effect of these two inventions upon human society could only be described as .. | Arthur C. Clarke |