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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 09467f5 | This is what rituals are for. We do spiritual ceremonies as human beings in order to create a safe resting place for our most complicated feelings of joy or trauma, so that we don't have to haul those feelings around with us forever, weighing us down. We all need such places of ritual safekeeping. And I do believe that if your culture or tradition doesn't have the specific ritual you are craving, then you are absolutely permitted to make up.. | spiritual | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| 95e3d59 | Happy is the man who can make a living by his hobby | george-bernard-shaw pygmalion | George Bernard Shaw | |
| a6f1724 | Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it. | generosity guests hospitality inspirational strangers | Anonymous | |
| d5268fe | It's the basic condition of life to be required to violate our own identity. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| f1ff212 | He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. | Joseph Heller | ||
| 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.. | depression elegy emily-dickinson funeral pain | 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 | ||
| f215b65 | Everything was an adventure, at night, when you were where you shouldn't be, even if it was somwhere you could go perfectly well in daylight, and it was then only ordinary. | night | Robin McKinley | |
| f2ac1d8 | As we walked toward the dean's office, he reached over, trailing his fingers along my arm. "Do they still react when I touch you?" Heat crawled through my veins, and I nodded. The marks had followed the path of his touch. "Yeah, they still like you." One side of his lips curled up, and a look of male pride crossed his face. I shook my head. Boys." | alex alex-and-aiden | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 545f587 | My jaw dropped open. "Holy crows..." "There's a couple of eagles mixed in there," Luke commented. "And a few hawks," Aiden added. I rolled my eyes. "Okay. Holy birds of prey! Is that better?" "Much," Aiden murmured." | alex covenant-series jennifer-l-armentrout luke sentinel | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 62a0550 | Erre es korakas, Blinkey!" Dionysus cursed. "I will have your soul!" "Um, he's a video game character," I said." | Rick Riordan | ||
| 2217188 | Amy, Dan, and Nellie were sitting at a table in a conference room, examining reproductions of Franklin documents-some so rare, the librarians told her, the only copies existed in Paris. "Yeah, here's a rare grocery list," Dan muttered. "Wow." | cahill humor rare sarcasm | Rick Riordan | |
| 6ea5844 | Oh, Hazel is awesome," Don Said. "She's so nice! All the other campers are like 'Go away Don.' But she's like 'Please go away, Don.' I love her!" | Rick Riordan | ||
| 6051fbc | A long white ribbon shot out of the crack in the wall. The ribbon just kept coming, weaving itself into some kind of shape next to Anubis, and my first thought was, My god, he's got a magic roll of toilet paper. | Rick Riordan | ||
| c21a169 | With her braided hair and white dress, she seemed to glow in the moonlight. | Rick Riordan | ||
| fe146cc | Juniper: Are you guys busy? Percy: Well, we're in the middle of this game against a bunch of monsters and we're trying not to die. Annabeth: We're not busy. | Rick Riordan | ||
| e731123 | The demigods have left for alaska," Stheno said. "They fly straight to their death. Ah, small "d" death, I mean. Not our prisoner Death. Although, i suppose they're flying to him too." | Rick Riordan | ||
| 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. | science understanding 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 falling featureless labyrinth nothing pacman peak peaks ripples rising video-games | 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.. | masterpiece pain | 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? | humility penitence righteousness sovereignty | C.S. Lewis | |
| 6bbbd8f | Today was a difficult day. Tomorrow will be better | Kevin Henkes | ||
| 00020c1 | I didn't realize then that so much of being adult is reconciling ourselves with the awkwardness and strangeness of our own feelings. Youth is the time of life lived for some imaginary audience | Douglas Coupland | ||
| d82d954 | In sinning, each man sins against all, and each man is at least partly guilty for another's sin. There is no isolated sin. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 4be26c4 | Kiss the fattest part of my ass | Jen Lancaster | ||
| 90f8cfc | Everything about Christianity is contained in the pathetic image of 'the flock. | christianity | Christopher Hitchens | |
| 37c6cff | I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you. | Graham Greene |