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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a0ccc12 | You don't fix a man the way you do a fault in a pipe or a leak in a roof. You take him as he is, Mary Brenna, or you don't take him at all...adjustments can't be all made on one side, darling, else the balance goes off and what's being built just falls down. | Nora Roberts | ||
| 8af9a96 | Men didn't respect beauty...they used it. | men respect | Nora Roberts | |
| fa4afb8 | we are unique individuals with unique experiences | John Gray | ||
| 6227dba | The journey is part of the experience - an expression of the seriousness of one's intent. One doesn't take the A train to Mecca. | travel | Anthony Bourdain | |
| a48cb6a | Take some books and read; that's an immense help; and books are always good company if you have the right sort. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| e517c69 | It was, of course, nothing more than sexism, the especially virulent type espoused by male techies who sincerely believe that they are too smart to be sexists. | Neal Stephenson | ||
| b350435 | Rather than arriving five hours late and flustered, it would be better all around if he were to arrive five hours and a few extra minutes late, but triumphantly in command. | Douglas Adams | ||
| 5c62ac3 | Handsome is as handsome does | handsomeness manners | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 5cb9d63 | Faerie is a perilous land, and in it are pitfalls for the unwary and dungeons for the overbold...The realm of fairy-story is wide and deep and high and filled with many things: all manner of beasts and birds are found there; shoreless seas and stars uncounted; beauty that is an enchantment, and an ever-present peril; both joy and sorrow as sharp as swords. In that realm a man may, perhaps, count himself fortunate to have wandered, but its v.. | magic | Tolkien J R R | |
| 47e5e40 | If I cannot do great things, I can do small things in a great way. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 054a39a | The wealth of a soul is measured by how much it can feel... its poverty by how little. | soul wealth | 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 nightmares waiting | 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. | dream love picnic rain romance | 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. | macbeth play tragedy william-shakespeare | 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 | ||
| a049d3f | At fifteen life had taught me undeniably that surrender, in its place, was as honorable as resistance, especially if one had no choice. | surrender | Maya Angelou | |
| 19057cb | I am Plato's Republic. Mr. Simmons is Marcus. I want you to meet Jonathan Swift, the author of that evil political book, Gulliver's Travels! And this other fellow is Charles Darwin, and-this one is Schopenhauer, and this one is Einstein, and this one here at my elbow is Mr. Albert Schweitzer, a very kind philosopher indeed. Here we all are, Montag. Aristophanes and Mahatma Gandhi and Gautama Buddha and Confucius and Thomas Love Peacock and .. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| f5aaa35 | I have never thought, for my part, that man's freedom consists in his being able to do whatever he wills, but that he should not, by any human power, be forced to do what is against his will. | freedom liberty will | Jean-Jacques Rousseau | |
| f3d7341 | Cry about the simple hell people give other people- without even thinking. Cry about the hell white people give colored folks, without even stopping to think that they're people too. | Harper Lee | ||
| 6fbd350 | Dill said striking a match under a turtle was hateful. "Ain't hateful, just persuades him- 's not like you'd chunk him in the fire," Jem growled. "How do you know a match don't hurt him?" | kids turtles | Harper Lee | |
| 9b4430b | When is a night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply realize that you have to? When the club closes or when you everyone leaves? "It's over when you decide it's over," she says. "When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky." -- | nick norah | David Levithan | |
| 5c85ed7 | writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all | writing | Charles Bukowski | |
| 025aea8 | For with my intuition I knew that this man was repeating a pattern over and over again: courting a woman with his intelligence and sympathy, claiming her emotionally; then, when she began to claim in return, running away. And the better a woman was, the sooner he would begin to run. I knew this with my intuition, and yet I sat there in my dark room, looking at the hazed wet brilliance of the purple London night sky, longing with my whole be.. | Doris Lessing | ||
| b73acfd | Edward knew what it was like to say over and over again the names of those you had left behind. He knew what it was like to miss someone. And so he listened. And in his listening, his heart opened wide and then wider still. (page 103) | loss | Kate DiCamillo | |
| 0d4fcb1 | When Fortuna spins you downward, go out to a movie and get more out of life. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| e289e7a | Good days, they come around the oddest corners. | Colum McCann | ||
| a1dd230 | It takes long practice, yes. You have to work. Did you think you could snap your fingers, and have it as a gift? What is worth having is worth working for. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 37dda48 | Who the hell would attack the Steel Horse anyway? What was the thinking behind that? "Here is a bar full of psychotic killers who grow giant claws and people who pilot the undead for a living. I think I'll go wreck the place." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 90cc017 | Fortune favors the brave," I told her. It also kills the stupid, but I decided to keep that fact to myself." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 2805ada | Curran struck at my wrist. His fingers were cat-quick, but I had spent my life honing my reflexes, and he missed. "Well, look at that." I studied my free wrist. "Denied. Good-bye" | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 91d9579 | Unfortunately, my army consists of one unreliable criminal, one girl with a disability, and one incredibly foolish young vampire with a tanning issue. I am not confident. | morganville-vampires oliver | Rachel Caine | |
| c774163 | What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 74c0279 | Friends we shall never be, you know that yourself. Whether we shall be the happiest or the wretchedest of people--that's in your hands. | Leo Tolstoy |