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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 675513f | But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better. | love parenting | Betty Smith | |
| 3a06451 | She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the sea and it rolled in waves of pure lemon which curved and swelled and broke upon the beach and the ecstasy burst in her eyes and waves of pure delight raced over the floor of her mind and she felt, It is enough! It is enough! | happiness loneliness sadness satisfaction | Virginia Woolf | |
| 1b69b50 | You look back on some little decision you made and realize all the things that happened because of it, and you think to yourself "if only I'd known," but, of course, you couldn't have known." -- | mystery | Mary Downing Hahn | |
| 8278c6b | And America, too, is a delusion, the grandest one of all. The white race believes--believes with all its heart--that it is their right to take the land. To kill Indians. Make war. Enslave their brothers. This nation shouldn't exist, if there is any justice in the world, for its foundations are murder, theft, and cruelty. Yet here we are. | america cruelty delusions native-americans race-relations slavery theft united-states united-states-of-america us usa war | Colson Whitehead | |
| c4f5b50 | We all want things we can't have. Being a decent human being is accepting that. | John Fowles | ||
| 6cf9c55 | Once upon a time there was a young prince who believed in all things but three. He did not believe in princesses, he did not believe in islands, he did not believe in God. His father, the king, told him that such things did not exist. As there were no princesses or islands in his father's domains, and no sign of God, the young prince believed his father. But then, one day, the prince ran away from his palace. He came to the next land. There.. | death god life magic philosophy suicide | John Fowles | |
| 8cef99d | What sort of philosophers are we, who know absolutely nothing of the origin and destiny of cats? | philosophy | Henry David Thoreau | |
| 1de8d1c | With the passing of time, she would slowly tire of this exercise. She would find it increasingly exhausting to conjure up, to dust off, to resuscitate once again what was long dead. There would come a day, in fact, years later, when [she] would no longer bewail his loss. Or not as relentlessly; not nearly. There would come a day when the details of his face would begin to slip from memory's grip, when overhearing a mother on the street call.. | love | Khaled Hosseini | |
| 8f4c157 | Never did she find anything so difficult as to keep herself from losing her temper when she was suddenly disturbed while absorbed in a book. People who are fond of books know the feeling of irritation which sweeps over them at such a moment. The temptation to be unreasonable and snappish is one not easy to manage. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| edbf78c | Can there be any happiness greater than the happiness of salvation? | Yann Martel | ||
| 8c977bd | I will not calm down! | hermione | J.K. Rowling | |
| f1bc285 | You're JOKING!" said Fred Weasley loudly. The tension that had filled the Hall ever since Moody's arrival suddenly broke. Nearly everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively. "I am joking, Mr. Weasley," he said, "though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar..." Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly. "Er -- but maybe this is not.. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 68de3e7 | Ironically, he'd yet to leave a good impression. First he'd spilled soda on her, next she'd seen him almost involved in a riot, and then this morning she'd believed him to be either lazy or an idiot. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| b374d18 | People will believe anything if it means they can go on with their lives and not have to think too hard about it. | Libba Bray | ||
| 0e97fb1 | It's always been hard for me to tell the difference between denial and what used to be known as hope. | Michael Chabon | ||
| 7ef9202 | Warriors of light always have a certain gleam in their eyes. They are of this world, they are part of the lives of others, and they set out on their journey with no saddlebags and no sandals. They are often cowardly. They do not always make the right decisions. They suffer over the most trivial things, they have mean thoughts, and sometimes believe that they are incapable of growing. They frequently deem themselves unworthy of any blessing .. | spiritual | Paulo Coelho / پائولو کوئیلو | |
| 5f3824f | Against my better judgment I feel certain that somewhere very near here--the first house down the road, maybe--there's a good poet dying, but also somewhere very near here somebody's having a hilarious pint of pus taken from her lovely young body, and I can't be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| cca7a2c | I just never felt so fantastically rocky in my entire life. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| f6bfe8d | A man does not make his destiny: he accepts it or denies it. | fate | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 780a179 | If you make a wish and if you keep on making the same wish, it will be granted. That's how strong human wishes are. | Clamp | ||
| 0e15cc2 | Dorian looked at the carpet, at all the threads woven together. 'What do I do now?' They were gone: the woman he'd loved--and the man he hated. He met her stare. No calculation, no coldness, no pity in those turquoise eyes. Just unflinching honesty, as there had been from the very start with her. 'What do I do?' She had to swallow before she said. 'You light up the darkness. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d752deb | She had awoken this morning and slipped the amethyst ring off her finger. It had felt liked a blessed release, a final shadow lifted from her heart. | heartbreak sad | Sarah J. Maas | |
| d09ac5d | dive for dreams or a slogan may topple you (trees are their roots and wind is wind) trust your heart if the seas catch fire (and live by love though the stars walk backward) honour the past but welcome the future (and dance your death away at this wedding) never mind a world with its villains or heroes | E.E. Cummings | ||
| 0eb1d19 | Crowley (An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards) | Terry Pratchett | ||
| ca53e12 | Bishops move diagonally. That's why they often turn up where the kings don't expect them to be. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| b1e7f80 | That's a nice song," said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time. "It's an old soldiers' song," he said. "Really, sarge? But it's about angels." , thought Vimes, "As I recall, they used to sing it after battles," he said. "I've seen old men cry when they sing it," he added. "Why? It sounds cheerful." , thought Vimes. " | comrades death singing soldiers | Terry Pratchett | |
| 0549521 | It is terrible to have to ask for anything ever. We wish we were something that needed nothing, like paint. But even paint needs repainting. | Miranda July | ||
| 20792b4 | Walkers are 'practitioners of the city,' for the city is made to be walked. A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities. Just as language limits what can be said, architecture limits where one can walk, but the walker invents other ways to go. | cities language possiblity walking | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 4682ac2 | After all, what was adult life but one moment of weakness piled on top of another? Most people just fell in line like obedient little children, doing exactly what society expected of them at any given moment, all the while pretending that they'd actually made some sort of choice. | pretense | Tom Perrotta | |
| bcf7f59 | Pretty girls make graves | Jack Kerouac | ||
| d1f9af4 | I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss. | blood hot jean-claude kiss laurell-k-hamilton lust romance vampire | Laurell K. Hamilton | |
| e043ee7 | She should have remembered her past experiences in the relationship wars and not let herself get so excited. Evidently her hormones had overruled her common sense and she had become drunk on ovarian wine, the most potent, sanity- destroying substance in the universe. | love | Linda Howard | |
| 3bbf324 | Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within...By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks he was able to feel that.. | scotland | Paul Auster | |
| 0e253e0 | A woman with romance in her life lived as grandly as a queen, because her heart was treasured. | romance | Nora Roberts | |
| 7c81dca | Knowledge is a tool, and like all tools, its impact is in the hands of the user. | Dan Brown | ||
| 744d24b | As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt. | suffering weak weakness | Jack London | |
| e6febb8 | To condense fact from the vapor of nuance. | Neal Stephenson | ||
| 9af8f61 | The mind self-edits. The mind airbrushes. It's a different thing to be inside a body than outside. From outside, you can look, inspect, compare. From inside there is no comparison. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| a7c50ef | Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable? | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 3fd85c7 | It was possible that a miracle was not something that happened to you, but rather something that didn't. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 13ee65d | When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 02ffae1 | Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction. Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion, that it may sing; And let it direct your passion with r.. | passion poetry reason soul | Kahlil Gibran | |
| 58c9bc1 | To infinity then. (Bubba) What's that mean? (Nick) It's something my dad used to say when I was a kid. To infinity, meaning you'd see something through to the end. (Bubba) Infinity is never-ending. (Nick) That's right, which means you keep going and going no matter what happens or what obstacles you meet. Over, under, around or through. There's always a way. And if you have to chase something to infinity, strap on your big-boy pants, hiking.. | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 2bedaa8 | Xedrix-"No, our motto is 'everything tastes better with hot sauce." | Sherrilyn Kenyon |