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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 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 | |
| 12458d5 | There's a big confusion in this country over what we want versus what we need," Morrie said. "You need food, you want a chocolate sundae. You have to be honest with yourself. You don't need the latest sports car, you don't need the biggest house. The truth is, you don't get satisfaction from those things. You know what really gives you satisfaction?...Offering others what you have to give...I don't mean money, Mitch. I mean your time. Your .. | Mitch Albom | ||
| 95b9ab3 | She had a bottomless well of love for me. | Mitch Albom | ||
| 47906ce | If the point of life is the same as the point of a story, the point of life is character transformation. If I got any comfort as I set out on my first story, it was that in nearly every story, the protagonist is transformed. He's a jerk at the beginning and nice at the end, or a coward at the beginning and brave at the end. If the character doesn't change, the story hasn't happened yet. And if story is derived from real life, if story is ju.. | Donald Miller | ||
| 0722f04 | Sugar, it's no parade but you'll get down the street one way or another, so you'd just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace. | inspirational | Barbara Kingsolver | |
| 26b118b | Violence does, in truth, recoil upon the violent, and the schemer falls into the pit which he digs for another. | violence | Arthur Conan Doyle | |
| a86c18e | Feel the fear and do it anyway! | inspirational | Susan Jeffers | |
| a0a8a5b | Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 3a93a1d | It was him--Aiden St. Delphi. I'd never forget his name or face. The first time I'd caught a glimpse of him standing in front of the training arena, a ridiculous crush had sprung alive. I'd been fourteen and he seventeen. The fact he was a pure-blood hadn't mattered whenever I'd spotted him around campus. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 1a4682f | Yay!' he said. 'Now we can eat peanut butter sandwiches and ride fish ponies! We can fight monsters and see Annabeth and make things go BOOM! | Rick Riordan | ||
| 0731e6f | I remembered the last time Annabeth and I had parted ways, when she'd given me a kiss for luck in Mount St. Helens. This time, all I got was the hat. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 7963984 | THAT Perseus always won. That's why my momhad named me after him, even if he was son of Zeus ann I was son of Posidon. The original Perseus was one of the only heros in the greek myths who got a happy ending. The others died-betrayed, mauled, mutilated, poisoned, or cursed by the gods. My mom hoped i would inherit Perseus's luck. Judging by how my life was going so far, i wasn't too optimistic. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 35e461f | Scrawny? Baby, I invented scrawny. Scrawny is the new sizzling hot. | scrawny hot nymphs leo-valdez | Rick Riordan | |
| 4cac5b9 | Thalia blushed. "Hi, Lord Apollo." Zeus's girl, yes? Makes you my half sister. Used to be a tree, didn't you? Glad you're back. I hate it when pretty girls turn into trees. Man, I remember one time--" | thalia-grace zeus | Rick Riordan | |
| 29fc860 | It warmed my heart that my children had the right priorities: their skills, their images, their views on YouTube. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 52176ac | My son, what you are attempting - shadow-travel across the world, carrying the statue of Athena - it may well destroy you.' 'Thanks for the encouragement. | nico-di-angelo | Rick Riordan | |
| e7aa98f | I wake up every morning and think: You know what would be good today? Not dying. | Rick Riordan | ||
| cea1602 | Otis," I said. "Shhh," he said. "I'm incognito. Call me...Otis." "I'm not sure that's how incognito works, but okay." Otis, aka Otis climbed into the chair I'd reserved for Sam." | humorous humour funny humor humorous-quoations humorous-quotes | Rick Riordan | |
| 2bd9f84 | Siren Song This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons even though they see beached skulls the song nobody knows because anyone who had heard it is dead, and the others can't remember. Shall I tell you the secret and if I do, will you get me out of this bird suit? I don't enjoy it here squatting on this island looking picturesque and mythical with .. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 409cdf5 | Waiting for your answer is one of the most painful things I have ever been through. At least let me know whether or not I hurt you. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 93aaf95 | You got to know your limits. Once is enough, but you got to learn. A little caution never hurt anyone. A good woodsman has only one scar on him. No more, no less. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 12c5a1d | Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, inflexible systems. Those are the things that really frighten me. What I absolutely fear and loathe. Of course it's important to know what's right and what's wrong. Individual errors in judgment can usually be corrected. As long as you have the courage to admit mistakes, things can be turned around. But intolerant, narrow minds.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 4dacc48 | Jaime," I said softly, "are you happy about it? About the baby?" Outlawed in Scotland, barred from his own home, and with only vague prospects in France, he could pardonably have been less than enthused about acquiring an additional obligation. He was silent for a moment, only hugging me harder, then sighed briefly before answering. "Aye, Sassenach," His hand stayed downward, gently rubbing my belly. "I'm happy. And proud as a stallion. But.. | claire-fraser jamie-fraser | Diana Gabaldon | |
| f2c4975 | Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers. | library | Diana Gabaldon | |
| f5d3c43 | My dear young fellow,' the Old-Green-Grasshopper said gently, 'there are a whole lot of things in this world of ours you haven't started wondering about yet. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 7138b29 | He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often--he searched for a simile, found one in his work--torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought? | inspiration mirror-images epiphany children | Ray Bradbury | |
| 054a39a | The wealth of a soul is measured by how much it can feel... its poverty by how little. | wealth soul | Sherrilyn Kenyon | |
| 5da4b19 | He turned my way, and I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice for a second. Then I realized I was staring at him, and looked away fast, cheeks flaming. I could feel him looking at me. Frowning slightly, like he was trying to figure something out. Before he could, I gulped my warm water and said, "Must be almost lunchtime," which was a stupid thing to say, but all I could think of. It took him a moment before he answered, shru.. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 25db2ee | He blocked me. " What'd you do, Chloe?" I sidestepped. He sidesteped. "You like him, don't you?" he said. "Yes, I like him. Just not..." "Not what?" "Talk to Simon. He's the one who thinks..." "Thinks what?" Step. Block. "Thinks what?" "That there's someone else," I blurted before I could stop myself. I took a deep, shuddering breath. "He thinks there's someone else." "Who?" I was going to say But Derek's expression already knew the answ.. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| f9b10bb | she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| ec4ad1f | I think that love is stronger than habits or circumstances. I think it is possible to keep yourself for someone for a long time, and still remember why you were waiting when she comes at last.... I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me. | love waiting nightmares | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 3d4f038 | That's why it was so impossible to tell him goodbye -- because I was in love with him. Too. I loved him, much more than I should, and yet, still nowhere near enough. I was in love with him, but it was not enough to change anything; it was only enough to hurt us both more. To hurt him worse than I ever had. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 8dce552 | You...made...me...faint," I accused him dizzily. "What am I going to do with you?" he groaned in exasperation. "Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!" I laughed weakly, letting his arms support me while my head spun. "So much for being good at everything," he sighed. "That's the problem." I was still dizzy. "You're too good. Far, far too good." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 0f777c6 | Long after her death I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Long before we met we had had the same dreams. We compared notes. We found strange affinities. The same June of the same year (1919) a stray canary had fluttered into her house and mine, in two widely separated countries. Oh, Lolita, had you love me thus! | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 1dadcc2 | I'll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won't rain. | rain romance dream love picnic | Richard Brautigan | |
| 5d8f460 | One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish. | pain | William Shakespeare | |
| 80d6917 | Men should be what they seem. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 1b141ac | The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love. | tragedy play william-shakespeare macbeth | William Shakespeare | |
| 7ad3c11 | Watch it." Josh bites into a pink apple and talks through a full mouth. "He has parts down there you don't have." "Ooo, parts," I say. "Intriguing. Tell me more." Josh smiles sadly. "Sorry. Privileged information. Only people with parts can know about said parts." | privileged-info | Stephanie Perkins | |
| 855fc87 | I collapse in bed and fall asleep with me other hand clasped around the blue rubber band. And I dream about blue eyes and blue nails and first-kiss lips dusted with blue sugar crystals. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 143421e | Josh grins. "Just give me your hand." "W-what?" "Your hand," he repeats. "Give it to me." I extend my shaking right hand. And-in a moment that is a hundred dreams come true-Joshua Wasserstein laces his fingers through mine. A staggering shock of energy shoots straight into my veins. Straight into my heart. "There," he says. "I've been waiting a long time to do that." Not nearly as long as I've been waiting." | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 6be2a6e | Just like moons and suns, With certainty of tides, | Maya Angelou |