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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8497ee8 | Michael!" Oliver's voice came faint through the front door. "Something you should see, my boy! Look out your windows!" "Trap," Shane said instantly, and reached out to grab Michael's arm as he walked by. "Don't, man." "What's he going to do? Make faces at me?" | Rachel Caine | ||
| 32e19c2 | I think--I think it's a big deal. Bigger for him and Eve than for most people.' Shane kept his eyes down, fixed on the sidewalk and the steps they were taking. 'Look, ask him, okay? This is girl talk. I don't do girl talk.' She punched him in the shoulder. 'Ass.' 'That's better. I was starting to feel like we should go shoe shopping or something.' 'Being a girl is not a bad thing!' 'No.' He took his hand out of his pocket and put his arm ar.. | shane-collins | Rachel Caine | |
| 8e27bb4 | There have been none like us before. And there will be none afterwards. Be careful what you write. | Sarah Dunant | ||
| 3fc3c9e | I wished I was on the same bus as her. A pain stabbed my heart as it did everytime I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world of ours. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 0a32365 | either you're a whore, or you think I am. The first I'm willing to believe. The second I know isn't true. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 9a5c6a1 | You are not controlling the storm, and you are not lost in it. You are the storm. | self-determination freedom free-will | Sam Harris | |
| a591792 | To succeed, planning alone is insufficient. One must improvise as well. | success planning | Isaac Asimov | |
| c22f7b6 | The world is full of bastards, the number increasing rapidly the further one gets from Missoula, Montana. | Norman Maclean | ||
| 93f2ece | There's a Polar Bear In our Frigidaire-- He likes it 'cause it's cold in there. With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hairy paws In the buttery dish, He's nibbling the noodles, And munching the rice, He's slurping the soda, He's licking the ice. And he lets out a roar If you open the door. And it gives me a scare To know he's in there-- That Polary Bear In our Fridgitydaire. | Shel Silverstein | ||
| 5b61f29 | The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That .. | poetry sadness music rest longing | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | |
| 03de6c7 | We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness. All of the things that Shadow had done in his life of which he was not proud, all the things he wished he had done otherwise or left undone, came at him then in a swirling storm of guilt and regret and shame, and he had nowhere to hide from them. He was as naked and as open as a corpse on a table,.. | three sixteen part | Neil Gaiman | |
| a3f03b7 | What are these fundamental principles, if they are not atoms?" "Stories. And they give me hope." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| a625770 | Omnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit. 'Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost. | latin | Neil Gaiman | |
| 3938819 | Mind the gap! | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 878f5e9 | Life is sometimes hard. Things go wrong, in life and in love and in business and in friendship and in health and in all other ways that life can go wrong. And when things get tough, this is what you should do. Make good art. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 7e46178 | It will all be better in the end and if it is not better then it must not be the end yet | Dean R. Koontz | ||
| 97d6d18 | I look back over my shoulder and feel the presence of an intense young girl and then a volatile and disturbed young woman, both with high dreams and restless, romantic aspirations | Kay Redfield Jamison | ||
| fd74451 | Every impulse we strangle will only poison us. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 93e899c | Yes, very sensible... People die of common sense, Dorian, one lost moment at a time. Life is a moment. There is no hereafter. So make it burn always with the hardest flame. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| d881c00 | And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand, The hand that held the steel: | Oscar Wilde | ||
| e48a7e8 | We're meant to protect each other, but not from everything. Not from the truth. That's what it means to love someone but let them be themselves. -Jace Wayland | honesty full-disclosure jace-wayland | Cassandra Clare | |
| 92a12eb | D'you think he would have thought ahead like that?" said Henry. "Assuredly," said Will. "The man's a strategist." He tapped his temple. "Like me." | humour will | Cassandra Clare | |
| a551fd5 | I don't care about risk to me," he hissed, leaning forward across the table. "I care about what happens to you! Dammit, I'm practically indestructible. Let me go. You stay behind." "Yes," Clary said, "Jace won't find that odd at all. You can just tell him you've always been secretly in love with him and you can't stand being parted." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 8d9ea3e | He said there are thousands of Shadowhunters, but great love comes once in a lifetime if one is lucky, and one would be a fool to let it go. | on-the-bridge will-herondale | Cassandra Clare | |
| 5f1094d | Will!" Charlotte threw up her hands. "Why didn't you say so?" "You know, the books on demon pox are in the library," Will said with an injured tone. "I wasn't preventing anyone from reading them" | humor will-herondale | Cassandra Clare | |
| 427ad2f | Go in peace, James Carstairs. | wem | Cassandra Clare | |
| db4cf8f | Alec looked merely irritated by this comment. "The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| f01717a | Son of a bitch" Wrath breathed as a figure stopped twenty yards away. The glowing man laughed "Well, if it isn't good king Wrath and his band of merry-merry happy-happy. I swear you boys should do kiddie shows, you're so fucking cheery." "Great," Rhage murmered, "his sense of humor's still intact." Vishous exhaled "Maybe I can try to beat it out of him-" "Use his own arm to do it, if you can-" Wrath glared at the two of them, who shot him b.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| a30306e | He screamed for all he had lost...screamed for the half male he was...screamed for Jane...screamed for who his parents were and what he wished for his sister...screamed for what he had forced his best friend to do...He screamed, and screamed until there was no breath, no consciousness, no nothing. No past or present. Not even himself anymore. And in the midst of the chaos, in the strangest way, he became free. | j-r-ward vishous | J.R. Ward | |
| 2ded75d | The trainee knew he should leave, but he was unable to look away. He'd never seen anything snap out so fast or strike so hard as the male's fists. Obviously, the rumours about the instructor were all true. He was a flat-out killer. With a metal clank, a door opened at the other end of the gym, and the sound of a newborn's cries echoed up into the high ceiling. The warrior stopped in midpunch and wheeled around as a lovely female carrying yo.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 9f2427e | There can be as much value in the blink of an eye as in months of rational analysis. | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| a371e2d | I always felt like you had to be important to have enemies. | John Green | ||
| 8cc3794 | When she fucked up, all those years ago, just a little girl terrified into paralysis, she collapsed into the enigma of herself. And that could have happened to me, but I saw where it led for her. So I still believe in the Great Perhaps, and I can believe in it in spite of having lost her. | John Green | ||
| d66a2bf | Stupid human voices always ruining everything. | John Green | ||
| cfa394d | Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. | Anne Morrow Lindbergh | ||
| 7d66000 | Coffe is the perfume of morning. | Charlaine Harris | ||
| 7d0a74e | The desire to never leave your side, the desire to never see you again. The desire to see your face asleep on the pillow beside my face and to see your eyes open in the morning when I lie next to you--just watching you, waiting for you to wake up. | John Irving | ||
| 0897e34 | I know that change is difficult, and comes slowly, and that it is the work of many days strung together in a long line until the origin of them is forgotten. | difficult tobias peter hard | Veronica Roth | |
| ec97089 | Sometimes when you open the door to the past, what you confront is your destiny. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| 0eb4c1b | I sat on the bed. I looked at the Rorschach blot. I tried to make it look like a spreading tree, shadows pooled beneath it, but it didn't. It looked more like a dead cat I once found, the fat, glistening grubs writhing blindly, squirming over each other, frantically tunneling away from the light. But even that isn't the real horror. The horror is this: in the end, it is simply a picture of empty meaningless blackness. | Alan Moore | ||
| cbde6da | Que es la vida? Una ilusion, una sombra, una ficcion, y el mayor bien es pequeno: que toda la vida es sueno, y los suenos, suenos son. | Pedro Calderón de la Barca | ||
| caecda4 | I often wonder why the whole world is so prone to generalise. Generalisations are seldom if ever true and are usually utterly inaccurate. | thoughts humour hypocrisy | Agatha Christie | |
| 2f94e34 | I imagine there must be only a very, very few men in the world, that I should like to marry; and of those few, it is ten to one I may never be acquainted with one; or if I should, it is twenty to one he may not happen to be single, or to take a fancy to me. | marriage unrequited-love | Anne Brontë | |
| b6a11b1 | I am not who I was,' he whispered, gripping the edges of the column, 'but I know who I am.'... 'And I won't give up. | Christopher Paolini |