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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 308177a | Leo's hands burst into flame. He wanted to melt Gaea's sandy face to glass. Then he felt Calypso's hand on his shoulder. "Gaea." Her voice was stern and steady. "You are not welcome." -- | gaea house-of-hades leo-valdez | Rick Riordan | |
| df3203a | There's no point in defending camp if you guys die. All our friends are here. | percy-jackson | Rick Riordan | |
| a90de5b | We understand more than we know. | understanding science wisdom | Margaret Atwood | |
| 667195c | My fingers lightly trace her arm and I swear she presses closer to me. I'd love to kiss her right now. Not the type of kiss that makes her body come alive. The type of kiss that shows her how much I care - the type that involves my soul. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 1e0faed | Once again, I arrived at my usual conclusion: one must educate oneself. | Marjane Satrapi | ||
| 7cda2d3 | That it really began in the days when the Love Laws were made. The laws that lay down who should be loved, and how. And how much. | Arundhati Roy | ||
| be61fbf | It certainly was not my intention to make you suffer, yet i have done so; obviously it never will be my intention to make you suffer, yet I shall always do so. | Franz Kafka | ||
| e6c8b7c | The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 2c76674 | I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them. | Milan Kundera | ||
| a537091 | Writing novels is much the same. You gather up bones and make your gate, but no matter how wonderful the gate might be, that alone doesn't make it a living breathing novel. A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the side. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d1d793d | My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples. some rises and falls. But that's it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I'd loved and been loved, but I had nothing to show. It was a singularly plain, featureless landscape. I felt like I was in a video game. A surrogate Pacman, crunching blindly through a labyrinth of dotted lines. The only certainty was my death. | death featureless pacman peak peaks ripples rising video-games labyrinth nothing falling | Haruki Murakami | |
| ddcb938 | It doesn't matter how old I get, but as long as I continue to live I'll always discover something new about myself. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 9bccc98 | He tried to tell me week after week to accept things as they were and move on with my life. But if there was one man who had put his life on hold to wait for something or someone, it was him. | love missing waiting | Cecelia Ahern | |
| b8dda44 | For I had come back, and I dreamed once more in the cool air of the Highlands. And the voice of my dream still echoed through ears and heart, repeated with the sound of Brianna's sleeping breath. "You are mine," it had said. "Mine. And I will not let you go." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2e0205d | There's no friends like the old friends. | James Joyce | ||
| 77ff1fd | The hardness of God is kinder than the softness of men, and His compulsion is our liberation. | C.S. Lewis | ||
| 4f1e03b | We are, not metaphorically but in very truth, a Divine work of art, something that God is making, and therefore something with which He will not be satisfied until it has a certain character. Here again we come up against what I have called the "intolerable compliment." Over a sketch made idly to amuse a child, an artist may not take much trouble: he may be content to let it go even though it is not exactly as he meant it to be. But over th.. | pain masterpiece | C.S. Lewis | |
| d50e576 | The problem of reconciling human suffering with the existence of a God who loves, is only insoluble so long as we attach a trivial meaning to the word "love", and look on things as if man were the centre of them. Man is not the centre. God does not exist for the sake of man. Man does not exist for his own sake. "Thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created." We were made not primarily that we may love God (th.. | C.S. Lewis | ||
| 4053a3c | Man approaches God most nearly when he is in one sense least like God. For what can be more unlike than fullness and need, sovereignty and humility, righteousness and penitence, limitless power and a cry for help? | righteousness sovereignty penitence humility | C.S. Lewis | |
| d7199bf | I'll never be lonely Even if I am alone For I've a precious Savior Who'll come to take me home. But while I'm here His servant I will be With one foot on earth And one in eternity. And I'll gather His crops To populate His land | Melody Carlson | ||
| cc54f4e | I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My Mind was going numb - And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space - began to toll, As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and.. | pain depression elegy emily-dickinson funeral | Emily Dickinson | |
| 01324f9 | I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) | poetry reality | Sylvia Plath | |
| 5414cb1 | The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 45b4eba | Words are easy to say, but emotions betray the best intentions. | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 3bd5b18 | Because I have no boobs. My ears stand out, and I have freckles all over me. (Grace) Boobs? (Julian) Breasts. (Grace) You have very nice breasts. (Julian) Thanks. What about you? (Grace) I have no breasts. (Julian) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 0589873 | How'd you communicate?" "Paper and pen. Amazing inventions. Anyway, once we were in Buffalo, I led him here. We couldn't figure out a way in and he got stressed and apparently that" -- she waved at him--- "is what happens when a werewolf gets stressed. By then, the garage door was open, some staff guy bringing in a car. He took one look at Derek and decided it was time for a new job" | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| badf97b | Xavier leaned forward. "Sarcasm aside, you don't need a guy like that, Elena. Maybe you think you do - only female werewolf and all that - but hell, I've seen what you can do - tied to a chair, up against a male werewolf. You can do that, you don't need some fucking psychopath like Clayton Danvers-" He stopped, noticing my gaze. "He's standing right behind me, isn't he?" Xavier muttered. "Uh-huh." Xaview tilted his head back, saw Clay, and .. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| fa4673d | Just like a kitten that thinks its a tiger. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| bb4a051 | Vladimir: I don't understand. Estragon: Use your intelligence, can't you? Vladimir uses his intelligence. Vladimir: (finally) I remain in the dark. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 239becb | I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I'd have the same opinion about me that he does. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5b806bb | the three things I cannot change are the past, the truth, and you. | prayer past truth | Anne Lamott | |
| ef5fe73 | Love is a delicate plant that needs constant tending and nurturing, and this cannot be done by snorting at the adored object like a gas explosion and calling her friends lice. | love | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| 5b4a02e | There's no such thing as a bad dog, just a bad owner. | marley-and-me | John Grogan | |
| dd1f5a6 | It'd be cool if God gave everyone a Do Over Day and you could yell "Do Over!" and the day would start new." | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 3f27535 | Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite ch.. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 8d26765 | If I be waspish, best beware my sting. | women wasps wit | William Shakespeare | |
| a83fec3 | That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As.. | winter death love priceless fall | William Shakespeare | |
| 462b6bd | No one ever said that you would live to see the repercussions of everything you do, or that you have guarantees, or that you are not obliged to wander in the dark, or that everything will be proved to you and neatly verified like something in science. Nothing is: at least nothing that is worthwhile. I didn't bring you up only to move across sure ground. I didn't teach you to think that everything must be within our control or understanding... | science uncertainty | Mark Helprin | |
| dc64a1e | Here's the thing about Cricket Bell. You can't NOT notice him when he walks into a room. The first thing that registers is his height, but it's quickly followed by recognition of his energy. He moves gracefully like his sister, but with an enthusiasm he can't quite control- the constantly moving body, hands, feet. He's been subdued the last few times I've seen him, but he's fully revived now. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| c96ebef | Did I want a dog? No. Did I need a dog? Also no. We were six kids running for our lives, not knowing where our next meal was coming from. Could we afford to feed a dog? Wait for it--no. | James Patterson | ||
| 5082178 | There's ways you can trust an enemy you can't always trust a friend. An enemy's never going to betray your trust. | trust | Daniel Abraham | |
| fba765f | I've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 6bbbd8f | Today was a difficult day. Tomorrow will be better | Kevin Henkes | ||
| 806093b | But you must give him some sign, some sign that you love him... or he'll never be a man. All his life he'll feel guilty and alone unless you release him. | John Steinbeck |