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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f900fb7 | I was loosened, a top whirling around and around, and I didn't know who I danced with or what they looked like, only that I had become the music and the fire and the night, and there was nothing that could slow me down. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 514e08c | If per capita was a problem, decapita could be arranged | funny reaper-man unseen-university vetinari | Terry Pratchett | |
| 36de6f1 | Oh, I very angry a lot of the time," said Tiffany, "but I just put it away somewhere until I can do something useful with it." | Terry Pratchett | ||
| ae8a8e7 | Shane was silent a moment, then let out a long breath. "I bet I could convince you if I could get through these bars. . . ." "You'd get arrested all over again." "Well, you're just that tempting. Jailbait." He kissed her fingers, which made her shiver all over; his lips lingered warm on her skin, reminding her of what it felt like to be alone with him, in that timeless..." | Rachel Caine | ||
| e921980 | Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry, you can't have a baby brother, because that would mean that Daddy had sex, and that's never going to happen again. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 7ab3ba5 | when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| b802247 | I opened my eyes And looked up at the rain, And it dripped in my head And flowed into my brain, And all that I hear as I lie in my bed Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head. I step very softly, I walk very slow, I can't do a handstand-- I might overflow, So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said-- I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head. | Shel Silverstein | ||
| 9ffb0a9 | The family is the cradle of the world's misinformation. There must be something in family life that generates factual error. Over-closeness, the noise and heat of being. Perhaps even something deeper like the need to survive. Murray says we are fragile creatures surrounded by a world of hostile facts. Facts threaten our happiness and security. The deeper we delve into things, the looser our structure may seem to become. The family process w.. | hostile-facts white-noise | Don DeLillo | |
| a13fc06 | The truth of the story lies in the details. | story tension truth | Paul Auster | |
| 8d493ac | Is it advisable to spread out all the conveniences of culture before people to whom a few steps up a stair to a library is a sufficient deterrent from reading? | Ayn Rand | ||
| c1ae412 | Toohey: "Mr. Roark, we're alone here. Why don't you tell me what you think of me? In any words you wish. No one will hear us." Roark: "But I don't think of you." | Ayn Rand | ||
| cd562a6 | And, of course, people are interested only in themselves. If a story is not about the hearer he will not listen. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 1b6b7b5 | We all look. The lucky find. | Nora Roberts | ||
| a7460e5 | I'm a fan of the truth... even if it's painfully hard to accept. | Dan Brown | ||
| 3701f86 | Nothing is impossible to a determined woman. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| fb25212 | And so the Universe ended. | Douglas Adams | ||
| 4d0b2ba | Things break all the time. Glass and dishes and fingernails. Cars and contracts and potato chips. You can break a record, a horse, a dollar. You can break the ice. There are coffee breaks and lunch breaks and prison breaks. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Chains can be broken. So can silence, and fever... promises break. Hearts break. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 7852f82 | love doesn't follow the rules... nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 23d9850 | Knock, knock. (Desiderius) Now, ain't this a bitch. Here I am, trying to kiss my girl, and you have to interrupt us. What, were you raised in a barn? By the way, touch the woman, or the Lamborghini, and you're a dead man. (Kyrian) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 1440b6f | I'm just going to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| be9bf89 | A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella's limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her skin chalky as a corpse. I almost took the door off the car. | car edward-cullen midnight-sun mike overreaction twilight | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 8a05bc6 | You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet, when to let things take their course. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| fc9ddf0 | I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~ And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. | Robert Frost | ||
| d38d299 | I will leave you with one last piece of advice, which is: If you've got it, flaunt it. And if you don't got it? Flaunt it. 'Cause what are we even doing here if we're not flaunting it? | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 7f9b025 | Banish'd from [those we love] Is self from self: a deadly banishment! | William Shakespeare | ||
| 9b385d9 | So fair and foul a day I have not seen. | william-shakespeare | William Shakespeare | |
| 4a2bcd0 | For you, in my respect, are all the world. Then how can it be said I am alone When all the world is here to look on me? | William Shakespeare | ||
| a93a25c | I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. | Emily Brontë | ||
| a92482f | A writer needs four things to achieve greatness, Pasquale: desire, disappointment, and the sea." "That's only three." Alvis finished his wine. "You have to do disappointment twice." | Jess Walter | ||
| b70108d | See there?" Jem was scowling triumphantly. "Nothin' to it. I swear, Scout, sometimes you act so much like a girl its mortifyin" | Harper Lee | ||
| 9850f00 | You can't really get to know a person until you get in their shoes and walk around in them. | Harper Lee | ||
| 91c07a1 | Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss. | David Levithan | ||
| 5ace4f3 | I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain. | love relationships | David Levithan | |
| b0e38da | Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them. | David Levithan | ||
| 7b77e22 | I was in love again. I was in trouble | Charles Bukowski | ||
| a52a5b7 | one more creature dizzy with love | Charles Bukowski | ||
| ea9bc05 | You can't quantify love, and if you try, you can end up focusing on misleading factors. Stuff that really has more to do with personality-the fact that some people are simply more expressive or emotional or needy in a relationship. But beyond such smokescreens, the answer is there. Love is seldom-almost never-an even proposition. | claudia emily-giffin love | Emily Giffin | |
| e0d8822 | Say it, reader. Say the word 'quest' out loud. It is an extraordinary word, isn't it? So small and yet so full of wonder, so full of hope. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| d20917d | I'm a 21st-century kid trapped in a 19th-century family. | Bill Watterson | ||
| d8be8a1 | Curran shrugged and pulled me back to him. 'You don't pick the family you're born into. You pick the one you make. I already chose my mate and glued her ass to the chair to make sure she knew it. | kate-daniels | Ilona Andrews | |
| b3f2941 | My bugs don't have bugs. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| aded9e4 | What am I coming for?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes. "You know that I have come to be where you are," he said; "I can't help it." | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 9c16683 | She rested her head against his and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. He made her like herself. With him, she was at ease; her skin felt as though it was her right size.. It seemed so natural, to talk to him about odd things. She had never done that before. The trust, so sudden and yet so complete, and the intimacy, frightened her.. But now she could think only of all the things she yet wanted t.. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 1ea3a60 | A SMALL THEORY*** People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and its ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them. | Markus Zusak |