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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f8d16d3 | I explained to him, however, that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings. | Albert Camus | ||
| c7835aa | Just snow and sapphire and ink. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| c4c7afa | How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless. | Paul Bowles | ||
| 16d2a70 | I had on a beautiful red dress, but what I saw was even more valuable. I was strong. I was pure. I had genuine thoughts inside that no one could see, that no one could ever take away from me. I was like the wind. -Lindo | Amy Tan | ||
| 961da1b | Tell me somethin' you do that would shock me." She sits back on the couch. "Shock you?" "Yeah. Shock me to the core." She sits up on her knees and leans toward me. "I've thought about you, Carlos," she whispers in my ear. "At night, in bed. I think about kissing you, our tongues sliding against each other's, while your hands are buried in my hair. When I think about feeling those ripples in your naked chest I touch my--" "Here's more popco.. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 0e356a2 | Who what am I? My answer: I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I've gone which would not have happened if I had not come. Nor am I particularly exceptional in this matter; each 'I', every one of the now-six-hundred-million-plus of us, contains a similar multitude. I repeat for the last time: to understand me, you'll have to swallow the world. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 2011704 | O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo - | William Shakespeare | ||
| 02eae5e | Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come. | british-boys etienne-st-clair romance swoon | Stephanie Perkins | |
| c505375 | Men suck, even imaginary ones | James Patterson | ||
| 8a0dac3 | We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike. | Maya Angelou | ||
| 11a98da | Let this be my final lesson. Everyone and everything has a time to die. | Garth Nix | ||
| 4515c79 | You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony. | sorrow | William Goldman | |
| e83f2a2 | There was a pause. I was still scared by every gap in our conversation, fearing that this was it, the point where we had nothing left to say. I was still trying to impress you, and I still wanted to be impressed by you, so I could pass along pieces of your impressiveness to my friends, convincing myself this was possible. | David Levithan | ||
| 54a4169 | Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody elses. | Charles Bukowski | ||
| b3ab529 | Life's not black-and-white. Sometimes the ends justifies the means. | Emily Giffin | ||
| 87343af | The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them. | Scott Westerfeld | ||
| 615d509 | Never complain of that of which it is at all times in your power to rid yourself. | Adam Smith | ||
| 70fb089 | Because he has the best equipment in the City and he knows how to use it! | humor kate | Ilona Andrews | |
| 51fd073 | I am not my body. My body is nothing without me. | health life soul | Tom Stoppard | |
| 6730a41 | the routine of life goes on, whatever happens, we do the same things, go through the little performance of eating, sleeping, washing. No crisis can break through the crust of habit. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| b2aa4e1 | Our footsteps run, and I don't want them to end. I want to run and laugh and feel like this forever. I want to avoid any awkward moment when the realness of reality sticks its fork into our flesh, leaving us standing there, together. I want to stay here, in this moment, and never go to other places, where we don't know what to say or what to do. | Markus Zusak | ||
| cce1ed4 | The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole. . . | cloud liesel max sun the-book-thief weather | Markus Zusak | |
| 3777cd0 | Groceries, you need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select what clothes you're gonna wear every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That's the only thing you should be trying to control. Drop everything else but that. Because if you can't learn to master your thinking, you're in deep trouble forever. | thinking | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| f2e91ed | He who has let go of hatred who treats all beings with kindness and compassion, who is always serene, unmoved by pain or pleasure, free of the "I" and "mine," self-controlled, firm and patient, his whole mind focused on me --- that is the man I love best." | stephen-mitchell | anonymous | |
| 13580dc | has almost no influence on present-day thinking in the United States because he is unknown to the average citizen. Perhaps I might say right here that this is a national loss and a deplorable lack of understanding concerning the man who first proposed and first wrote those impressive words, 'the United States of America.' But it is hardly strange. 's teachings have been debarred from schools everywhere and his views of life misrepresented .. | declaration-of-independence franklin george-washington influence jefferson paine thomas-jefferson thomas-paine washington | Thomas Edison | |
| 06ae62a | My son, do not forget my teaching, But let your heart keep my commandments; For length of days and years of life And peace they will add to you. Do not let kindness and truth leave you; Bind them around your neck, Write them on the tablet of your heart. So you will find favor and good repute In the sight of God and man. Trust in the Lord with all your heart And do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He .. | god kindness peace trust truth | Anonymous | |
| 11887bb | But fates are connected in ways we don't understand. | Mitch Albom | ||
| c395750 | There's a lovely Hasidic story of a rabbi who always told his people that if they studied the Torah, it would put Scripture on their hearts. One of them asked, "Why on our hearts, and not in them?" The rabbi answered, "Only God can put Scripture inside. But reading sacred text can put it on your heart, and then when your hearts break, the holy words will fall inside." | christianity judaism scripture | Anne Lamott | |
| 62131b6 | Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute. Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of this rainy morning. Would I live my life over again? Make the same unforgivable mistakes? Yes, given half a chance. Yes. | Raymond Carver | ||
| 895b20f | I seem to grow more acutely conscious of the swift passage of time as I grow older. When I was small, days and hours were long and spacious, and there was play and acres of leisure, and many children's books to read. I remember that as I was writing a poem on "Snow" when I was eight. I said aloud, "I wish I could have the ability to write down the feelings I have now while I'm still little, because when I grow up I will know how to write, b.. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| f234f30 | He was my strength when I needed him to be, my friend when I needed someone to talk me down, my equal in a world where by law I would always be less than him, and honest to gods, he was the love of my life. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 16e0f6d | An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness. | Henry Miller | ||
| 6e1b210 | Remember; no matter how desperate the situation seems, time spent thinking clearly is never time wasted. | Max Brooks | ||
| 7c85525 | She tied her blond hair back with a strip of denim torn from her pants leg, and in the fiery light of the river, her grey eyes flickered. Despite being beat-up, sooty, and dressed like a homeless person, she looked great to Percy. So what if they were in Tartarus? So what if they stood a slim chance of surviving? He was so glad that they were together, he had the ridiculous urge to smile. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 589e6e5 | In the center stood a marble alter, where a kid in a toga was doing some sort of ritual in front of a massive golden statue of the big dude himself:Jupiter the sky god, dressed in a silk XXXL purple toga, holding a lightning bolt. "It doesn't look like that," Percy muttered. "What?" Hazel asked. "The master bolt," Percy said. "What are you talking about?" "I-" Percy frowned. For a second, he'd thought he remembered something. Now it was go.. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 45e60ab | I'll show them 'love is worthless,'" Silena Beauregard grumbled as she strapped on her armor. "I'll pulverize them!" | Rick Riordan | ||
| 21f60b8 | I am Nico Di Angelo, son of Hades. I control the shadows. They do not control me. | shadows son-of-hades | Rick Riordan | |
| f5293a9 | Now, if you have never been hit by a flying burrito, count yourself lucky. In terms of deadly projectiles, it's right up there with grenades and cannonballs. | percy-jackson | Rick Riordan | |
| 80ec2c7 | I held out the painting of the cat and the snake. "It's a cat and a snake," Thoth said. Thank you, god of wisdom. You placed it for us to find, didn't you? You're trying to give us some sort of clue." "Who, me?" Just kill him, Horus said. Shut up, I said. At least kill the guitar." | Rick Riordan | ||
| 0956fc8 | I guess that's all forever is...Just one long trail of nows. And I guess all you can do is try and live one now at a time without getting too worked up about the last now or the next now. | Nicholas Evans | ||
| 9565071 | Murderess is a strong word to have attached to you. It has a smell to it, that word - musky and oppressive, like dead flowers in a vase. Sometimes at night I whisper it over to myself: . It rustles, like a taffeta skirt across the floor. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 8390593 | Don't mind all those people who say that you should be back to normal in a month or two. Grieving is all part of helping yourself anyway. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 49af92f | Ask her what she craved, and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom. Not being bought and sold by some idiot employer, not having the moments of her days valued in fractions of a dollar by somebody other than herself. | Charles Frazier | ||
| 265e9ae | Gentle he would be, denied he would not. | time-travel | Diana Gabaldon |