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4f90051 God made the world round so we would never be able to see too far down the road. inspirational Isak Dinesen
3058588 Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear inspirational Joseph Conrad
eeb3817 With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things. inspirational William Wordsworth
3d9e9ab Indians are the Italians of Asia and vice versa. Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy, and every woman is a dancer when she walks to the shop at the corner. For them, food is the music inside the body and music is the food inside the heart. Amore or Pyar makes every man a poet, a princess of peasant girl if only for second eyes of man and woman meets. shantaram Gregory David Roberts
68537db He's like six hundred years younger than you are. I refuse to be the moral compass of our cell! Most weekends I have an intoxispell bong attached to my mouth like a respirator. I love scatological humor, and I list 'pranks involving nuclear waste' and 'making demons eat things' as my hobbies. berserker dark-fey dreams-of-a-dark-warrior immortals-after-dark kresley-cole lore natalya paranormal-romance regin-the-radiant valkyrie Kresley Cole
da7f03e Nix and Lothaire conversing) "Have you no mate, female?" he'd asked, intrigued with her, though she was his natural enemy. "I was betrothed to Loki for a time. Which did not proceed smoothly for obvious reasons. So for now I am an unrepentant manizer." At Lothaire's blank look, she'd said, "That will be amusing in the twenty-first century." Kresley Cole
021646d He supposed that even in Hell, people got an occasional sip of water, if only so they could appreciate the full horror of unrequited thirst when it set in again. hell horror stephen-king thirst Stephen King
99501fc I prefer men to cauliflowers Virginia Woolf
aa0cdd6 All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others. seclusion silence solitude Virginia Woolf
377f07d That is what literature offers--a language powerful enough to say how it is. It isn't a hiding place. It is a finding place. Jeanette Winterson
19e3789 Walk with me, hand in hand through the neon and styrofoam. Walk the razor blades and the broken hearts. Walk the fortune and the fortune hunted. Walk the chop suey bars and the tract of stars. I know I am a fool, hoping dirt and glory are both a kind of luminous paint; the humiliations and exaltations that light us up. I see like a bug, everything too large, the pressure of infinity hammering at my head. But how else to live, vertical that .. Jeanette Winterson
3bf4543 Ian saw the tears shimmering in her magnificent eyes and one of them traced unheeded down her smooth cheek. With a raw ache in his voice he said, "If you would take one step forward, darling, you could cry in my arms. And while you do, I'll tell you how sorry I am for everything I've done - " Unable to wait, Ian caught her, pulling her tightly against him. "And when I'm finished," he whispered hoarsely as she wrapped her arms around him and.. Judith McNaught
f474a3b No story is a straight line. The geometry of a human life is too imperfect and complex, too distorted by the laughter of time and the bewildering intricacies of fate to admit the straight line into its system of laws. Pat Conroy
35b9764 Thinkers aren't limited by what they know, because they can always increase what they know. Rather they're limited by what puzzles them, because there's no way to become curious about something that doesn't puzzle you. puzzles Daniel Quinn
ec21530 When the moon is shining the cripple becomes hungry for a walk Chinua Achebe
bd4a870 Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have! l-m-montgomery trees L.M. Montgomery
c34e5a5 The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring. L.M. Montgomery
5434846 Love' is the name for our pursuit of wholeness, for our desire to be complete. plato symposium Plato
8343572 Fifty?" Harry gasped. "Fifty points each," said Professor McGonagall, breathing heavily. "Professor -- please --" "You can't --" "Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Potter. I've never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students." mcgonagall points students teachers J.K. Rowling
67de9dc George," said Fred, "I think we've outgrown full-time education." "Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," said George lightly." twins weasley J.K. Rowling
155be75 They had reached Lockhart's classroom...'You could've fried an egg on your face" said Ron. 'You'd better hope Creevey doesn't meet Ginny, or they'll be starting a Harry Potter fan club.' 'Shut up,' snapped Harry. The last thing he needed was for Lockhart to hear the phrase 'Harry Potter fan club." -- J.K. Rowling
2c553cf Little girls. They could melt the toughest hearts. Nicholas Sparks
85a4525 the description of lust was simple: two people learn they're compatible , attraction grows, and the ancient instinct to preserve the species kicks in. Nicholas Sparks
4abb5b1 Some things were beyond understanding. Nicholas Sparks
396d9f8 What if they were allowed to choose their own mate? And chose wrong? Lois Lowry
28b7418 She hopes for nothing except fine weather and a resolution. She wants to end properly, like a good sentence. Zadie Smith
4a34276 I fear I will always have to chase the things I want. I'll always have to wonder whether I'm truly wanted or whether I've just been settled for. Libba Bray
7b19ea7 This wasn't the person he'd thought he was, or would have chosen to be if he'd been free to choose, but there was something comforting and liberating about being an actual definite someone, rather than a collection of contradictory potential someones. Jonathan Franzen
1e6bd29 'Hyn qd tjd nfsk wHydan tmm tt'ml mnZr lGrwb ljmyl wtfkr.. hdh ljml l qym@ lh l'n 'Hd l yshrkny yh. fy 'wqt ktlk yjb 'n ts'l: km mr@ kn mTlwb mnk 'n tHb whrbt? km mr@ khft 'n tqtrb mn nsn m ltqwl lh bthq@ wTmy'nn 'nk tHbh? Paulo Coelho
e75cf8b Life moves very fast. It rushes us from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds. paulo-coelho Paulo Coelho
1cbdff5 She worries over the way her love for me comes and goes, appears and disappears. She doubts its reality simply because it isn't as steadily pleasurable as a kitten. God knows it is sad. The human voice conspires to desecrate everything on earth. J.D. Salinger
e5c8df6 And it struck me then, that I liked Sean because he looked, well, slutty. A boy who had been around. A boy who couldn't remember if he was Catholic or not. sex sex-appeal Bret Easton Ellis
c61fac6 How foolish it is to wear oneself out in vain longing for warmth! Solitude is independence. Hermann Hesse
8f0c613 You thought, as a boy, that a mage is one who can do anything. So I thought, once. So did we all. And the truth is that as a man's real power grows and his knowledge widens, ever the way he can follow grows narrower: until at last he chooses nothing, but does only and wholly what he . . . . Ursula K. Le Guin
6fc07ff Rhys shuddered, and I watched his cock twitch. "Play later," he ground out. Indeed. His mouth found mine, the kiss open and deep, a clash of tongues and teeth. He lay me down on the pillows, and I locked my legs around his back, careful of the wings. Though I stopped caring as he nudged at my entrance. And paused. "Play later," I snarled into his mouth. Rhys laughed and slid in. And in. And in." erotic-fantasies erotic-fantasy erotic-fiction erotic-romance erotica erotica-romance fake-marketing new-adult new-adult-fantasy new-adult-fiction new-adult-lit new-adult-paranormal new-adult-romance sex sexuality Sarah J. Maas
4053db8 Rhys gave no warning as he gripped my arm, snarling softly, and tore off my glove. His touch was like a brand, and I flinched, yielding a step, but he held firm until he'd gotten both gloves off. " I heard you begging someone, anyone, to rescue you, to get you out. I heard you say no." "I didn't say anything." He turned my bare hand over, his hold tightening as he examined the eye he'd tattooed. He tapped the pupil. Once. Twice. " I hea.. feyre new-adult new-adult-romance rhysand sarah-j-maas Sarah J. Maas
6b2d1b3 When she awoke every morning, she repeated the same words: I will not be afraid. sarah-j-maas throne-of-glass Sarah J. Maas
8e61de7 Death had been her curse and her gift and her friend for these long, long years. She was happy to greet it again under the golden morning sun. koa sarah-j-maas throne-of-glass tog Sarah J. Maas
0272c21 There were two men in this city responsible for destroying her life and the people she'd loved. She would not leave Rifthold until she'd buried them both. Sarah J. Maas
1ff3499 If you see Myrnin, tell him I said I want my slow cooker back." "Your- You let him borrow something you put food in?" Hannah's smile disappeared. "Why?" "Um, never mind. I'll make sure it gets disinfected before you get it back. But don't lend anything to him again unless you can put it in some kind of sterilizer." That made even Hannah look nervous. "Thanks. Tell crazy boy I said hey." "I will" Claire promised. "Hey, if you don't mind me a.. ghost-town hannah morganville-vampires morganville-vampires-series myrnin rachel-caine the-morganville-vampires Rachel Caine
7cf1061 And gears," said Anathema. "My bike didn't have gears. I'm sure my bike didn't have gears." Crowley leaned over to the angel. "Oh lord, heal this bike," he whispered sarcastically. "I'm sorry, I just got carried away," hissed Aziraphale." aziraphale bike crowley Terry Pratchett
4b05adb Granny was an old-fashioned witch. She didn't do good for people, she did right by them. wisdom Terry Pratchett
dafea55 To be brave, by definition, one has first to be afraid. Robert Harris
bb8a661 A man who tells secrets or stories must think of who is hearing or reading, for a story has as many versions as it has readers. Everyone takes what he wants or can from it and thus changes it to his measure. Some pick out parts and reject the rest, some strain the story through their mesh of prejudice, some paint it with their own delight. A story must have some points of contact with the reader to make him feel at home in it. Only then can.. John Steinbeck