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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| aa94d13 | It wouldn't make for sanity would it, living with the devil. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| c078fad | More than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes. It must pass.... | thoughtful | Beth Revis | |
| d014d57 | A leader doesn't make pawns - he makes people. | Beth Revis | ||
| 836d98e | But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived? | Markus Zusak | ||
| f11e957 | We are all humiliated by the sudden discovery of a fact which has existed very comfortably and perhaps been staring at us in private while we have been making up our world entirely without it. | life world | George Eliot | |
| 666715d | Le mieux est l'ennemi du bien. (The perfect is the enemy of the good.) | inadequacy works-backwards-too | voltaire | |
| 11bcf08 | With each reunion (we) had to learn each other all over again. There was always that nervous moment at the airport when I would stand there waiting for him to arrive, wondering, Will I still know him? Will he still know me? | relationships | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| 426f7e4 | What? 'Borderline patients play games'? That what you said? Ernest, you'll never be a real therapist if you think like that. That's exactly what I meant earlier when I talked about the dangers of diagnosis. There are borderlines and there are borderlines. Labels do violence to people. You can't treat the label; you have to treat the person behind the label. (17) | Irvin D. Yalom | ||
| 6b64257 | On ne nait pas femme: on le devient. | birth education gender gender-realization upbringing women | Simone de Beauvoir | |
| 4c9d368 | A heckler once interrupted Nikita Khrushchev in the middle of a speech in which he was denouncing the crimes of Stalin. "You were a colleague of Stalin's," the heckler yelled, "why didn't you stop him then?" Khrushschev apparently could not see the heckler and barked out, "Who said that?" No hand went up. No one moved a muscle. After a few seconds of tense silence, Khrushchev finally said in a quiet voice, "Now you know why I didn't stop hi.. | Robert Greene | ||
| 3ab18b2 | The hands that help are better far than lips that pray. | atheism pragmatism proactive responsibility true-religion | Robert Green Ingersoll | |
| 9a8e769 | Reason, Observation and Experience -- the Holy Trinity of Science -- have taught us that happiness is the only good; that the time to be happy is now, and the way to be happy is to make others so. This is enough for us. In this belief we are content to live and die. If by any possibility the existence of a power superior to, and independent of, nature shall be demonstrated, there will then be time enough to kneel. Until then, let us stand e.. | content experience happiness holy-trinity hope inspiration nature observation reason science supernatural trinity | Robert Green Ingersoll | |
| 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 | |
| 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? | children epiphany inspiration mirror-images | Ray Bradbury | |
| 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. | hot leo-valdez nymphs scrawny | 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." | funny humor humorous humorous-quoations humorous-quotes humour | 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 | ||
| 62253bb | This was like no library I had ever seen because, well, there were no books. Actually, I take that back. There was one book, but it was the lobby of the building, encased in a heavy glass box like a museum exhibit. I figured this was a book that was here to remind people of the past and the way things used to be. As I walked over to it, I wondered what would be one book chosen to take this place of honor. Was it a dictionary? A Bible? Maybe.. | D.J. MacHale | ||
| 01eaa6a | maybe memories are like karaoke-where you realize up on the stage, with all those lyrics scrawling across the screen's bottom, and with everybody clapping at you, that you didn't know even half the lyrics to your all-time favourite song. Only afterwards, when someone else is up on stage humiliating themselves amid the clapping and laughing, do you realize that what you liiked most about your favourite song was precisely your ignorance of it.. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| ea33a28 | Blooming under a cold moon, we are like fireworks... Rising, shining, and finally scattering and fading. So until that moment comes when we vanish like fireworks... | live-life | Tite Kubo | |
| 6335c18 | I've never been a coward at heart, although I've always been a coward in action; | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 1ff471f | All hurt is brain hurt. | John Green | ||
| 01d41b6 | The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was a god, my laments moments and doves in a chain. The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand. Dawn married us on the bed, our mouths to the frozen spout of unstaunched blood. The sun came through the shuttered balcony and the coral of life opened its branches over my sh.. | Federico García-Lorca | ||
| df827a9 | I want men to admire me, but that's a trick you learn at school--a movement of the eyes, a tone of voice, a touch of the hand on the shoulder or the head. If they think you admire them, they will admire you because of your good taste, and when they admire you, you have an illusion for a moment that there's something to admire. | Graham Greene |