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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 46e7341 | Yes. You see, it's not 1 of those germs that break bleed suck gnaw or devour. It's nothing we can bring into focus or categorize; once we call it 1 thing it forms into something else. | Ishmael Reed | ||
| 7fd026b | He said he felt like the gut heart and lungs of Africa's interior. He said he felt like the Kongo: "Land of the Panther." He said he felt like "deserting his master," as the Kongo is "prone to do." He said he felt he could dance on a dime." | Ishmael Reed | ||
| dc7616f | Dance is the universal art, the common joy of expression. Those who cannot dance are imprisoned in their own ego and cannot live well with other people and the world. They have lost the tune of life. They only live in cold thinking. Their feelings are deeply repressed while they attach themselves forlornly to the earth. | Ishmael Reed | ||
| c8f9722 | So much water. It just went on and on and on, a sight that squeezed the soul. He felt so damn small out here. And that felt good. Maybe that was strange, but it felt good. He was insignificant. The world was too big to care about his decisions. There was no weight here, no burden. | Michael Koryta | ||
| c836af1 | I AM PUSHING a rusty wheelbarrow in a town where the air smells of blood and burnt flesh. The breeze brings the faint cries of those whose last breaths are leaving their mangled bodies. I walk past them. Their arms and legs are missing; their intestines spill out through the bullet holes in their stomachs; brain matter comes out of their noses and ears. The flies are so excited and intoxicated that they fall on the pools of blood and die. T.. | Ishmael Beah | ||
| 18df9af | You can only threaten someone with hell if they have never had hell | Ishmael Beah | ||
| 7083101 | This wasn't a place for illusions; the reality here was the genuine happiness that came about from the natural magic of standing next to someone and being consumed by the fortitude in his or her humanity. | Ishmael Beah | ||
| 53468a0 | When I was very little, my father used to say, "If you are alive, there is hope for a better day and something good to happen. If there is nothing good left in the destiny of a person, he or she will die." -- | Ishmael Beah | ||
| d2393f6 | My squad was my family, my gun was my provider and protector, and my rule was to kill or be killed. | Ishmael Beah | ||
| 394bb36 | Most of the staff members were like that; they returned smiling after we hurt them. It was as if they had made a pact not to give up on us. | Ishmael Beah | ||
| d23a137 | I was so happy that my mother, father, and two brothers had somehow found one another. Perhaps my mother and father have gotten back together, I thought. | innocence sad sierra-leone | Ishmael Beah | |
| edc070f | I only liked talking to her because I felt that she didn't judge me for what I had been a part of; she looked at me with the same inviting eyes and welcoming smile that said I was a child. | Ishmael Beah | ||
| 4e52a48 | Even in the middle of the madness there remained that true and natural beauty, and it took my mind away from my current situation as I marveled at this sight. | Ishmael Beah | ||
| 2bd79b1 | Circumstances will change and things will be fine, just hold on a little more | war | Ishmael Beah | |
| 28bdbbb | Bahkan di dalam kegilaan pun masih ada keindahan yang sejati dan alami | Ishmael Beah | ||
| 052fa6f | The day seemed oddly normal. The sun peacefully sailed through the white clouds, birds sang from treetops, the trees danced to the quiet wind. | Ishmael Beah | ||
| 067ccd9 | I feel like each time I accept death, part of me dies. | Ishmael Beah | ||
| 7fedd81 | democracy and freedom began bouncing all over the world like bad checks | the-gangster-s-death | Ishmael Reed | |
| e25b198 | Ishmael Reed | Thomas C. Foster | ||
| 58552ab | based on what the wind does, we build | Michael Koryta | ||
| 819806d | To weep not for the way things had once been but for the way things had been supposed to go and did not. People believed that they were haunted by bad memories, but that wasn't the truth. The most sinister hauntings were from unrealized futures. | Michael Koryta | ||
| 0f7e316 | He kept the gun in his lap as he drove, and he prayed. It was the strangest prayer he'd ever offered. He asked for strength to do the wrong thing, and then forgiveness for doing it. | Michael Koryta | ||
| 3dbfdc3 | He stood at the edge of town feeling very small, powerless. Night in the mountains could do that to you, reminding you of your place in the world and laughing at any sense of self-importance. | nature | Michael Koryta | |
| 3ef9f07 | I have. You. For Life. Bonded. Not Bonded. Fuck the details. I just want to be with you, Clare. | elizabeth-morgan paranormal-erotic-romance she-wolf werewolf-author werewolf-romance | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| bf369c5 | She was exquisite. She tasted, smelled, and felt right in every way to him, but as they collapsed into bed, sated and finally ready to sleep, it was the shy girl who had entered his arms. It was she who caressed his cheek while kissing him deeply and softly, her delicate fingers exploring his arms and back, sending shivers through him that always hit his heart. The china doll. It was she who fell asleep upon his chest with her arms wrapped .. | erotic-romance fairytale-retelling razel-dazzle urban-fairytale | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| 3851562 | All I can really tell you, laddie, is to live for today. For the moment. Wasting time is the biggest mistake we can make in lo-ove. | elizabeth-morgan paranormal-erotic-romance she-wolf werewolf-author werewolf-romance | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| 68f0d3a | I pulled my wallet out and placed it on the bar, trying not to inhale as her scent wrapped around me. How had I not recognized it earlier? It was so strong, so sweet and familiar. So Clare. I breathed in slowly; she smelled like home.... Uh-oh, I'm in big trouble. | paranormal-erotic-romance she-wolf werewolf-author werewolf-romance | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| 3419d52 | I said, I love you, you arrogant arse." She smiled. "I always have. You're my mate, Owen Breese MacLaren. The distance won't change that. It never has." | paranormal-erotic-romance she-wolf werewolf-author werewolf-romance | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| 7d3e174 | At the beginning of our relationship, my heart pounded so loudly whenever I stood near him. He had an effect on me that no aspiring vicar should have on a young woman. | elizabeth-morgan stepping-stones sweet-romance | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| d9eea14 | This had to be Hell.Well, my Hell, and funnily enough, my Hell was in a church, surrounded by people I--either do or did--love. | elizabeth-morgan stepping-stones sweet-romance | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| d413584 | The nearest arched window poured its soft light over him, allowing me to see every inch. Dressed smartly in black loafers and slacks, he wore a thigh-length, black coat. He'd brushed his golden hair back, tucked behind his ears, and his cheeks looked flushed, no doubt due to the bitter, evening air. He looks like an angel in the winter snow. The thought made me growl in irritation. "Hello, Magpie." I couldn't move. "Adrian." | elizabeth-morgan stepping-stones sweet-romance | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| 0423ed9 | I stumbled away. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth and just looked at him. "What was that?" His chest rose and fell heavily. "A kiss." "Why?" "Why?" He laughed. His blue eyes suddenly looked so sad. "Because I've wanted to do that for twenty years." | elizabeth-morgan stepping-stones sweet-romance | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| f0468c1 | Ever since I saw you"--she pulled me closer and draped both of my legs over her shoulders. Her eyes blazed with hunger--"I have just wanted to eat you up." | dark-humor elizabeth-morgan erotic-horror on-the-rocks the-edge-series | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| 4261961 | Killing me still on the agenda, tough girl?" I walked over to the desk. "Yup, right here next to buy Brendan a leash." "Glad to know you have a sense of humour." "I wasn't joking." I mumbled, knowing he would be able to hear me." | paranormal-romance-werewolves paranormal-series | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| afceddf | A sly smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as he peered into the trunk. "Why do you have Robin Hood's toy chest?" - Brendan Daniels" | paranormal-romance-werewolves paranormal-series | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| 065c38d | The corners of his lips picked up. "You really didn't know I've been following you for the last five weeks?" Yeah, please feel free to make me feel stupid for that, Ken doll. I shook my head. "Well, of course not, because if you knew someone was watching you, you probably wouldn't have given yourself a spanking on the roof." And just like that, the man turned the humour back on. Weird. - Chapter 3: Heather and Brendan" | elizabeth-morgan paranormal-romance-werewolves paranormal-series | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| c0e9c92 | How long are you planning on us sitting up here, kid?" Brendan asked. I looked over at him. He sat still, with his head leant back against the rooftop wall, his eyes closed, his hands resting on his lap. "Sorry, is being here getting in the way of your beauty sleep?" "I don't need beauty sleep, kid. I'm naturally this good-looking." I snorted. "Whatever makes you feel good, Shifter." No point boosting his ego." | paranormal-romance-werewolves paranormal-series | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| c598ebe | Can you stop calling me kid?" I snapped. "It may have escaped your attention, but I am not actually a child." The left corner of his mouth crept upward. "It hasn't escaped my attention." | paranormal-romance-werewolves paranormal-series | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| 4545b8b | He pressed his forearms flat against the wall, caging me with his body. Electric heat sparked in the space between us. He pulled back. His irises swirled with silver flecks, twisting into a metallic pool. His Wolf stared down at me. "I don't want anyone touching you, except me." -- | paranormal-erotic-romance she-wolf werewolf-author werewolf-romance | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| ab0d750 | The desire to run so far that he wouldn't be able to catch up played through me, but in my gut, I knew he would. And somehow, it filled me with an odd sense of safety, knowing that, no matter how far I ran, he would always be able to catch me, and I would always want him to. | paranormal-erotic-romance she-wolf werewolf-author werewolf-romance | Elizabeth Morgan | |
| 68395e6 | I am speaking of the evenings when the sun sets early, of the fathers under the streetlamps in the back streets returning home carrying plastic bags. Of the old Bosphorus ferries moored to deserted stations in the middle of winter, where sleepy sailors scrub the decks, pail in hand and one eye on the black-and-white television in the distance; of the old booksellers who lurch from one khnancial crisis to the next and then wait shivering all.. | feelings history istanbul long melancholy nostalgia | Orhan Pamuk | |
| 772bead | If you had watched any of those three wonderful films, you would have caught Vampire Gym Teacher # 2: Back to Cruel, where the vampire hunter ties a vampire chick to the shower and tortures her by turning on the water. They can"t stand water, even if it"s not holy water." | vampires young-adult-novels | Rusty Fischer | |
| e5e064b | Part of being a man is doing what is right, no matter what people think of you. That is the sacrifice you must make. | Rusty Young | ||
| fbecde1 | build it had to be carried by wagon many miles. There were four walls, a floor and a roof, which made one room; and this room contained a rusty looking cookstove, a cupboard for the dishes, a table, three or four chairs, and the beds. Uncle Henry and Aunt Em had a big bed in one corner, and Dorothy a little bed in another corner. There was no garret at all, and no cellar--except a small hole dug in the ground, called a cyclone cellar, where.. | L. Frank Baum |