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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 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 | |
| 1aea600 | Only thin, weak thinkers despise fairy stories. Each one has a true, strange fact hidden in it, you know, which you can find if you look. | Diana Wynne Jones | ||
| e56386b | Not too fast," called Raoul. "Let's not scare anyone." "His majesty said with all deliberate speed!" chirped the courier. He flinched under Lerant's glare. "That's how we're doing it," Raoul told him. "Deliberately." | Tamora Pierce | ||
| 4f53719 | To be more precise it was the color of heartache. | Susanna Clarke | ||
| 6a443a5 | How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? | Bob Dylan | ||
| 48cefad | Hey Lucia, Pay up, suckah, Emma got dental with some dude. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 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! | loneliness satisfaction sadness happiness | 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. | war slavery america us united-states-of-america native-americans usa delusions united-states cruelty race-relations theft | 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.. | suicide magic death god life philosophy | John Fowles | |
| 8cef99d | What sort of philosophers are we, who know absolutely nothing of the origin and destiny of cats? | philosophy | Henry David Thoreau | |
| cfb3566 | The whole work of man really seems to consist in nothing but proving to himself every minute that he is a man and not a piano key. | mankind | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | |
| 2a4b8e1 | Certainly, Doctor. Let's talk about your chair. Victorian? | Eoin Colfer | ||
| afdfdb2 | There is no safety this side of the grave | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| b24cc8a | There is no choice more intensely personal, after all, than whom you choose to marry; that choice tells us, to a large extent, who you are. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 725a165 | Her smile put the sunflower to shame. | Jerry Spinelli | ||
| 9e896f6 | This is the trap of having something to live for: Everything else seems lifeless. | David Levithan | ||
| 6466c03 | You have to trust the words. They do not create anything more than themselves. | David Levithan | ||
| f850fdf | Modern man thinks he loses something - time - when he does not do things quickly. Yet he does not know what to do with the time he gains, except kill it. | time love modern-man quickly waste-time | Erich Fromm | |
| 1459118 | Human beings can't see anything without wanting to destroy it. That's original sin. And I'm going to destroy it. Death is going to die. | Philip Pullman | ||
| f8d424d | Late have I loved you, beauty so old and so new: late have I loved you. And see, you were within and I was in the external world and sought you there, and in my unlovely state I plunged into those lovely created things which you made. You were with me, and I was not with you. The lovely things kept me far from you, though if they did not have their existence in you, they had no existence at all. You called and cried out loud and shattered m.. | St. Augustine of Hippo | ||
| 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. " | death comrades soldiers singing | 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. | possiblity cities language 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. | kiss romance laurell-k-hamilton jean-claude hot lust vampire blood | 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 | |
| cfdf023 | And if there's a moral there, I don't know what it is, save maybe that we should take our goodbyes whenever we can. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| e43f8d0 | Mother, who has an absolute belief that it is not the cards that one is dealt in life, it is how one plays them, is, by far, the highest card I was dealt. | humour love | Kay Redfield Jamison | |
| efff418 | I like talking to a brick wall- it's the only thing in the world that never contradicts me! | obdurate | Oscar Wilde | |
| 5c56779 | Every time I annoy him he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house." Simon pointed at Jace." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| da261b8 | Who am I?" he whispered. "For years I pretended I was other than I was, and then I gloried that I might return to the truth of myself, only to find there is no truth to return to. I was an ordinary child, and then I was a not very good man, and now I do not know how to be either of those things any longer. I do not know what I am, and when Jem is gone, there will be no one to show me." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 1a2d684 | I don't care what you think. You're not my brother," Clary said. "You're a murderer." "I really don't see how those things cancel each other out," said Sebastian." | sebastian | Cassandra Clare | |
| 1f61f9d | Can I touch your mango? | jace | Cassandra Clare | |
| 34f3eda | Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be his world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow. | Mary Shelley | ||
| e67814e | Hunger is good discipline. | Ernest Hemingway |