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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 196ba36 | I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want. | David Levithan | ||
| 453ae77 | Look, let me put it this way: with me, you're number one and there isn't even a number two. | Charles Bukowski | ||
| 153b18f | and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along. | depressing morbid | Mark Z. Danielewski | |
| df41ba0 | Are you hungry, baby?" Curran asked. "Starving." "I think we should go to dinner." "Great idea." "What are you going to wear?" "My badass face." "Good choice," he said. >>" | Ilona Andrews | ||
| d979901 | He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait..." | kate magic-strikes | Ilona Andrews | |
| f19a308 | Barabas placed a stack on the table and held the chair out for me. "For you." "I'm hungry and I don't have time for this." Barabas's eyes held no mercy. "Make time, Alpha. You have two hands. You can eat and sign simultaneously." Curran grinned. "Enjoying my suffering?" I asked. "I find it hilarious that you'll run into a gunfight with nothing but your sword, but paperwork makes you panic." Barabas put a thicker stack in front of him... | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 924ef02 | I have spent my spare time studying literature popular with young women of this planet. One should always study the battlefield." Sean glanced at him. "And?" "I suggest you give up now. According to my research, in a vampire-werewolf love triangle, the vampire always gets the girl." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| afff784 | Please, Kate. Suspend your dislike of me for a few moments and listen to what I have to say. It makes sense." "I don't dislike you. It's an oversimplification." | like oversimplification | Ilona Andrews | |
| c3be0cb | Everybody has something, that one thing they must do to feel happy. I think this is yours, and I want you to be happy. You don't have to do it, but it's here if you choose to come back to it. | happiness happy job something work | Ilona Andrews | |
| 17d61bf | There are certain phrases potent to make my blood boil -- improper influence! What old woman's cackle is that?" "Are you a young lady?" "I am a thousand times better: I am an honest woman, and as such I will be treated." | expectations gender honesty independence influence integrity love marriage matrimony propriety respect self-determination self-respect uprightness women | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 0045fb6 | Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive. | inspiration life wisdom | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 46b1093 | How wonderful to know someone who was bad and dishonorable and a cheat and a liar, when all the world was filled with people who would not lie to save their souls and who would rather starve than do a dishonorable deed! | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 96611a5 |
A German officer visited Picasso in his Paris studio during the Second World War. There he saw Guernica and, shocked at the modernist < |
Slavoj Žižek | ||
| 9a542bf | Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have longed for it so much. he must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them. | Markus Zusak | ||
| f2c77f8 | Recognizing that people's reactions don't belong to you is the only sane way to create. If people enjoy what you've created, terrific. If people ignore what you've created, too bad. If people misunderstand what you've created, don't sweat it. And what if people absolutely hate what you've created? What if people attack you with savage vitriol, and insult your intelligence, and malign your motives, and drag your good name through the mud? Ju.. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 27e9b47 | because the past was always around her and might return at any time. It prowled the world searching for her, and she knew it was growing angrier at every passing day. | past | Nicholas Sparks | |
| d971d1f | For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge the more grief. | wisdom | Anonymous | |
| 7e4d3d1 | 12--Lose Battles, But Win The War: Grand Strategy Grand strategy is the art of looking beyond the present battle and calculating ahead. Focus on your ultimate goal and plot to reach it. | Robert Greene | ||
| 6eae898 | When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever. | Mitch Albom | ||
| 753f779 | s'lt lshykh `bd rbh lty'h: -lmdh yGlb `lyk ltfw'l? f'jb: - l'nn mzln n`jb bl'qwl ljmyl@, Ht~ wn lm n`ml bh. | Naguib Mahfouz | ||
| c354df1 | When the Dark comes rising six shall turn it back; Three from the circle, three from the track; Wood, bronze, iron; Water, fire, stone; Five will return and one go alone. Iron for the birthday; bronze carried long; Wood from the burning; stone out of song; Fire in the candle ring; water from the thaw; Six signs the circle and the grail gone before. Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold Played to wake the sleepers, oldest of old. .. | Susan Cooper | ||
| 687d3f5 | She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side. | death emily-dickinson rebirth | Emily Dickinson | |
| 9da7b5c | Roses are for love. Not silly sweet-hearts' love but the love that makes you and keeps you whole, love that gets you through the worst your life'll give you and that pours out of you when you're given the best instead. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 2798858 | The equal rights of man, and the happiness of every individual, are now acknowledged to be the only legitimate objects of government. | Thomas Jefferson | ||
| 1096381 | Daemon Black could be as prickly as a hedgehog having a really bad day, but underneath all that spindly armor, he was sweet, protective, and incredibly selfless. | katy-swartz lux-series | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 56830a6 | A certain bone-deep understanding occurred and my hand tightened around the smaller one I held. It weren't stars we were staring at. The sky was falling. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| b05556c | Hot or not, there went my tenuous grip on my temper. 'I don't need you looking out for what's best for me, Aiden. I'm not a child!' His eyes narrowed. 'I of all people know you're not a child, Alex. And I sure as hell didn't treat you like one last night. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 603d750 | True success requires sacrifice. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 9509dd9 | Nico," I said at last, "shouldn't you be sitting at the Hades table?" He shrugged. "Technically, yes. But if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen. Cracks open in the floor. Zombies crawl out and start roaming around. It's a mood disorder. I can't control it. That's what I told Chiron." "And is it true?" I asked. Nico smiled thinly. "I have a note from my doctor." Will raised his hand. "I'm his doctor." "Chiron decided it wasn't wo.. | nico-di-angelo solangelo will-solace | Rick Riordan | |
| 2a51cb8 | Keep moving. Don't get bogged down. Don't think about the bad stuff. Smile and joke even when you don't feel like it. Especially when you don't feel like it. | Rick Riordan | ||
| bc25c07 | I disobeyed Ra's wishes, and so he ordered my onw father, Shu-" "Hang on," I said. "Shoe?" "S-h-u," she said. "The god of the wind." "On." I wished these gods had names that wearn't common household objects. "Go on, please." | Rick Riordan | ||
| ae0c3a6 | Percy grunted. 'Probably something to do with that creep Octavian. Maybe he was so bad at telling the future that he broke Apollo's powers. | octavian percy-jackson prophecy | Rick Riordan | |
| b94ad99 | Everyone knows revenge is a dish best served when you've had enough time to build up enough vitriol and fury. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| c5186da | Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. Maybe it's much the same. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 0060f8a | I had learned that you should always shout louder than your aggressor. | young_adult | Marjane Satrapi | |
| 2847cf9 | Her grief grieved her. His devastated her. | Arundhati Roy | ||
| f2b2697 | When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| f759255 | What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours. | James Joyce | ||
| 3640fde | My darling," she said at last, are you sure you don't mind being a mouse for the rest of your life?" "I don't mind at all" I said. It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like as long as somebody loves you." | witches | Roald Dahl | |
| aae5e33 | if you do one good deed your reward usually is to be set to do another and harder and better one. | C.S. Lewis | ||
| bb611ed | Meanwhile a certain amount of moaning and groaning was coming from upstairs. Sophie kept muttering to the dog and ignored it. A loud, hollow coughing followed, dying away into more moaning. Crashing sneezes followed the coughing, each one rattling the window and all the doors. Sophie found those harder to ignore, but she managed. Poot-pooooot! went a blown nose, like a bassoon in a tunnel. The coughing started again, mingled with moans. Sne.. | Diana Wynne Jones | ||
| 7fddcab | My new knight mistress is famed for wielding sharp edges: Sword, Knife and Tongue! | keladry-of-mindelan nealan squire | Tamora Pierce | |
| 6d4ac06 | Truly, life is wasted on the living, Nobody Owens. For one of us is too foolish to live, and it is not I. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| c226c57 | Nothing ever begins. There is no first moment; no single word or place from which this or any story springs. The threads can always be traced back to some earlier tale, and the tales that preceded that; though as the narrator's voice recedes the connections will seem to grow more tenuous, for each age will want the tale told as if it were of its own making. | Clive Barker |