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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 607ce6a | You don't always have to kiss a lot of frogs to recognize a prince when you find one -Henrietta Barett | inspirational | Julia Quinn | |
| cd84b0c | His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind. | Anne Brontë | ||
| ea02eac | The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again. | creation destruction realism | Anaïs Nin | |
| c6af489 | There is a reason for everything. You might not be able to figure it out, and time might have made us all forget it, but the reason is there all the same. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| c29b2e8 | There are old swordsmen and bold swordsmen. But few old, bold swordsmen. | fury | Jim Butcher | |
| 07db2f5 | We love until we do not. For us, love doesn't fade gradually. It snaps like a branch bent too far. | love | Holly Black | |
| d6065ec | Kyo: Of course, I'll beat YOU, too! Yuki: Don't you ever get tired of saying that? Kyo: Beating you is my vocation! It's my goal in life! Yuki: It's so unfair that I keep having to take abuse just because you can't meet your goals. Kyo: THAT CONDESCENDING ATTITUDE OF YOURS REALLY PISSES ME OFF! Yuki: And that revolting thought process of yours pisses me off. | condescending fight humor | Natsuki Takaya | |
| 501abda | to love means to realize there is a time to let the beloved one go | Tony Parsons | ||
| cbcc293 | You don't always have to kiss a lot of frogs to recognize a prince when you find on | humor inspirational | Julia Quinn | |
| e7ef3ed | A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor. | inspirational | Franklin D. Roosevelt | |
| 89af7b6 | Mother is a verb. It's something you do. Not just who you are. | family inspirational parenting | Cheryl Lacey Donovan | |
| 529025c | The future doesn't belong to the light-hearted. It belongs to the brave. | bravery inspirational reagan | Ronald Regan | |
| 8239b62 | You look at yourself and you accept yourself for who you are, and once you accept yourself for who you are you become a better person. | inspirational | Oprah Winfrey | |
| ef5cf66 | I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. I have had an intercourse with the world, the special intercourse of writers and readers. Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous priv.. | gratitude inspirational life love oliver-sacks thinking | Oliver Sacks | |
| 55216b4 | There it was before her - life. Life: she thought but she did not finish her thought. She took a look at life, for she had a clear sense of it there, something real, something private, which she shared neither with her children nor with her husband. A sort of transaction went on between them, in which she was on one side, and life was on another, and she was always trying to get the better of it, as it was of her; and sometimes they parleye.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 16c6108 | Love comes like lightning, and disappears the same way. If you are lucky, it strikes you right. If not, you'll spend your life yearning for a man you can't have. | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| 02ed734 | I don't know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present. | Pat Conroy | ||
| ee86dd7 | Isn't it queer: there are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before; like the larks in this country, that have been singing the same five notes over for thousands of years. | life | Willa Cather | |
| 85d7b32 | He possessed the power. He held it in his hand. A power stronger than the power of money or the power of terror or the power of death: the invincible power to command the love of mankind. There was only one thing that power could not do: it could not make him able to smell himself. | Patrick Süskind | ||
| 177bd11 | I didn't remember what month that was, or what year even. I only knew the memory lived in me, a perfectly encapsulated morsel of a good past, a brushstroke of color on the gray, barren canvas that our lives had become. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| 7187493 | It is so difficult - at least, I find it difficult - to understand people who speak the truth. | truth understanding | E. M. Forster | |
| d4e379d | Doctors?" said Ron, looking startled. "Those Muggle nutters that cut people up?" | muggles ron-weasley | J.K. Rowling | |
| c25df5f | Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human --" "THEN -- I -- DON'T -- WANT -- TO -- BE -- HUMAN!" Harry roared." | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 66b535c | As for the fact that Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle apeared to be going their different ways when they were usually inseparable, these things happened as people got older--Ron and Hermione, Harry reflected sadly, were living proof. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 6853390 | But some part of him realized, even as he fought to break free from Lupin, that Sirius had never kept him waiting before. . . . Sirius had risked everything, always, to see Harry, to help him. . . . If Sirius was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back. . . . That he really was . . . | sirius-black | J.K. Rowling | |
| 563e1fd | Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was his own grief turned magically to song.. | grief phoenix-lament song terrible | J.K. Rowling | |
| 6152550 | I watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 8f47798 | Life is too short to waste time on books that end badly | Jayne Ann Krentz | ||
| 06908d6 | When we die, these are the stories still on our lips. The stories we'll only tell strangers, someplace private in the padded cell of midnight. These important stories, we rehearse them for years in our head but never tell. These stories are ghosts, bringing people back from the dead. Just for a moment. For a visit. Every story is a ghost. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| b6a4031 | You may not feel outstandingly robust, but if you are an average-sized adult you will contain within your modest frame no less than 7 X 10^18 joules of potential energy--enough to explode with the force of thirty very large hydrogen bombs, assuming you knew how to liberate it and really wished to make a point. | matter physics | Bill Bryson | |
| 912fae7 | Defeat is for the valiant. Only they will know the honour of losing and the joy of winning I am not here to tell you that defeat is a part of life: we all know that. Only the defeated know Love. Because it is in the realm of love that we fight our first battles - and generally lose. I am here to tell you that there are people who have never been defeated. They are the ones who never fought. They managed to avoid scars, humiliations, fee.. | defeat denial doubt god helplessness honour humiliation life love scar valiant victory | Paulo Coelho | |
| e9e6827 | Love doesn't need to be discussed; it has its own voice and speaks for itself. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 6141ef8 | It's Dorian, by the way. Not 'Your Highness'." "Very Well." "Say it." "Say what?" "Say my name. Say, 'Very well, Dorian'." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ff53bf9 | Her magic sent him sprawling, and it then hurled into Rhysand again - so hard that his head cracked against the stones and the knife dropped from his splayed fingers. No one made a move to help him, and she struck him once more with her power. The red marble splintered where he hit it, spiderwebbing toward me. With wave after wave she hit him. Rhys groaned. "Stop," I breathed, blood filling my mouth as I strained a hand to reach her feet. ".. | freyre rhys rhysand the-bond | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 5a68218 | She was the heir of fire. She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 50ccfa0 | The first words that are read by seekers of enlightenment in the secret, gong-banging, yeti-haunted valleys near the hub of the world, are when they look into The Life of Wen the Eternally Surprised. The first question they ask is: 'Why was he eternally surprised?' And they are told: 'Wen considered the nature of time and understood that the universe is, instant by instant, recreated anew. Therefore, he understood, there is in truth no past.. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 7c130a0 | An Assassin, a real Assassin, had to look like one - black clothes, hood, boots, and all. If they could wear any clothes, any disguise, then what could anyone do but spend all day in a small room with a loaded crossbow pointed at the door? | Terry Pratchett | ||
| b479950 | It was quite impossible to describe. Here is what it looked like. It looked like a piano sounds shortly after being dropped down a well. It tasted yellow, and it felt Paisley. It smelled like the total eclipse of the moon. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 6668d57 | Shadwell hated all southerners and, by inference, was standing at the North Pole. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 2aab0bc | Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body. | Walt Whitman | ||
| 6744358 | The second bathroom's downstairs - that's kind of the emergency backup bathroom when Shane's in there moussing his hair for like an hour or something...." " " Shane yelled from behind the closed door." | Rachel Caine | ||
| bd32d98 | Tell me that you don't take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| e8360a8 | The worst pain ... isn't the pain you feel at the time, it's the pain you feel later on when there's nothing you can do about it, They say that time heals all wounds, But we never live long enough to test that theory ... | time | José Saramago | |
| bb0e490 | Maybe," he said hesitantly, "maybe there is a beast." [...] "What I mean is, maybe it's only us." | William Golding |