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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 07945e0 | Officers, what offence have these men done? DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 6344ec1 | I told him your loins were clearly burning, and he should man up and make a move." "You did not!" "I did. And if he doesn't, then I suggest you jump bones." ... I finally register what he's wearing. It's a handsome skinny black suit with a shiny sheen. The pants are too short - on purpose, of course - exposing his usual pointy shoes and a pair of blue socks that match my dress And I totally want to jump him." | lust | Stephanie Perkins | |
| 205112d | They left me. My parents actually left me! IN FRANCE! | france paris | Stephanie Perkins | |
| 872361e | I've always thought the best relationships are those that are as happy and content in silence as they are in action [...] | life love inspirational | Stephanie Perkins | |
| d774f14 | I'll never fall in love again... it's like having two souls at the same time. | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| a9e688a | I know there isn't no beast--not with claws and all that, I mean--but I know there isn't no fear, either." Piggy paused. "Unless--" Ralph moved restlessly. "Unless what?" "Unless we get frightened of people." | William Golding | ||
| 6151335 | The real cycle you're working on is a cycle called yourself. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| 5ae2954 | In every bit of honest writing in the world, there is a base theme. Try to understand men, if you understand each other you will be kind to each other. KNOWING A MAN WELL NEVER LEADS TO HATE and nearly always leads to love. There are shorter means, many of them. There is writing promoting social change, writing punishing injustice, writing in celebration of heroism, but always that base theme. TRY TO UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER! | John Steinbeck | ||
| 641e209 | The free exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 2007190 | I wanted adventures. I wanted to go up the Nung river to the heart of darkness in Cambodia. I wanted to ride out into a desert on camelback, sand and dunes in every direction, eat whole roasted lamb with my fingers. I wanted to kick snow off my boots in a Mafiya nightclub in Russia. I wanted to play with automatic weapons in Phnom Penh, recapture the past in a small oyster village in France, step into a seedy neon-lit pulqueria in rural Mex.. | Anthony Bourdain | ||
| 208440d | LONDON. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as bi.. | bleak-house dickens classic-literature fog courts november justice-system fall london | Charles Dickens | |
| ebb9819 | If you need something to worship, then worship life - all life, every last crawling bit of it! We're all in this beauty together! | Frank Herbert | ||
| 8ad9c7f | Arthur felt happy. He was terribly pleased that the day was for once working out so much according to plan. Only twenty minutes ago he had decided he would go mad, and now here he was already chasing a Chesterfield sofa across the fields of prehistoric Earth. | madness sofa | Douglas Adams | |
| 98549f5 | I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in... It broke. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 8e1f6c3 | if i'm going to fuck up my life, does it really matter which way i do it?. | life salem-falls | Jodi Picoult | |
| a3b4560 | It is important for people to know that no matter what lies in their past, they can overcome the dark side and press on to a brighter world. | past overcoming-past-weaknesses survivor | Dave Pelzer | |
| 03f3e4f | The right mixture of caring and not caring - I suppose that's what love is. | love | James Hilton | |
| a77cc2f | How could they see anything but the shadows if they were never allowed to move their heads? | philosophy | Plato | |
| eb164f2 | Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good... | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 630be6f | Merlin's pants! | humorous | J.K. Rowling | |
| 912b6ff | There you go, Harry!" Ron shouted over the noise. "You weren't being thick after all -- you were showing moral fiber!" | humor ron-weasley | J.K. Rowling | |
| 1a621c9 | Well, hello, Peter," said Lupin pleasantly, as though rats frequently erupted into old school friends around him. "Long time, no see." | remus-lupin rats | J.K. Rowling | |
| 9b6e327 | Would it hurt to die? All those times he had thought it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself: his will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| c8782d6 | You're a lunatic. You ran me over with a goddamn Buick. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 5eee8c7 | Happens to me all the time...People are always underestimating my dumbness. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 8894645 | A teacher who cannot explain any abstract subject to a child does not himself thoroughly understand his subject; if he does not attempt to break down his knowledge to fit the child's mind, he does not understand teaching. | teacher teaching students | Fulton J. Sheen | |
| 52f9db9 | If Marilyn Monroe was alive right now, what would she be doing?' Clawing at the roof of her coffin. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 8097962 | Don't mess with anybody on a Monday. It's a bad, bad day. | Louise Fitzhugh | ||
| 91d4deb | A God who kept tinkering with the universe was absurd; a God who interfered with human freedom and creativity was a tyrant. If God is seen as a self in a world of his own, an ego that relates to a thought, a cause separate from its effect, he becomes a being, not Being itself. An omnipotent, all-knowing tyrant is not so different from earthly dictators who make everything and | Karen Armstrong | ||
| 4c5bd6f | But guilt is guilt. It doesn't go away. It can't be nullified. It can't even be fully understood, I'm certain - it's roots run too deep into private and long-standing karma. About the only thing that saves my neck when I get to feeling this way is that guilt is an imperfect form of knowledge. Just because it isn't perfect doesn't mean that it can't be used. The hard thing to do is to put it to practical use, before it gets around to paralyz.. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 88b1099 | If only you'd remember before ever you sit down to write that you've been a reader long before you were ever a writer. You simply fix that fact in your mind, then sit very still and ask yourself, as a reader, what piece of writing in all the world Buddy Glass would most want to read if he had his heart's choice. The next step is terrible, but so simple I can hardly believe it as I write it. You just sit down shamelessly and write the thing .. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 7d5cdf0 | I thought what I'd do was I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 8bcea09 | It may help us, in those times of trouble, to remember that love is not only about relationship, it is also an affair of the soul. | tragedies soul | Thomas Moore | |
| 1adfb67 | What do you care?" I barked, and his grip tightened enough on my wrists that I knew my bones would snap with a little more pressure. "What do I care?" he breathed, wrath twisting his features. Wings - those membranous, glorious wings - flared from his back, crafted from the shadows behind him. "What do I care?" But before he could go on, his head snapped to the door, then back to my face. The wings vanished as quickly as they had appeared, .. | kiss amarantha rhysand feyre tamlin rhys | Sarah J. Maas | |
| c7cb44e | Why bother? Maybe the world's not worth saving." She knew he meant it, too. Those lifeless eyes spoke volumes." | heir-of-fire the-world | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 6fa765a | Love--love was a balm as much as it was a poison. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e9a5b10 | What is it like? Manon asked quietly. 'To love.' 'It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me. I hated it, because I knew I couldn't escape it, and knew it would forever change me.'"-Asterin/Manon" | manon | Sarah J. Maas | |
| d7e0fa2 | You do not fear. You do not falter. You do not yield. You go in, you get her, and you come out again. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e1b4b25 | He moved to sniff some white-and-yellow flowers. A nightmare. This was a nightmare. "You can't really like flowers." Again those dark eyes shifted to her. Blinked once. I most certainly do, he seemed to say." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 341212a | All she heard next of the strange conversation behind the sofa was Mrs. Pendragon saying something about sending Twinkle (or was his name Howl?) to bed without supper and Twinkle daring her to 'jutht TRY it. | Diana Wynne Jones | ||
| e7590f4 | The consensus seemed to be that if really large numbers of men were sent to storm the mountain, then enough might survive the rocks to take the citadel. This is essentially the basis of all military thinking. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 7ff3d78 | There are many horrible sights in the multiverse. Somehow, though, to a soul attuned to the subtle rhythms of a library, there are few worse sights than a hole where a book ought to be. | libraries | Terry Pratchett | |
| 3ba9f3a | Nix lay on her side, bending her elbow to casually prop her head in her hand. With a sigh she said, "Bowen, I took you on as my pet project because I like to ogle you. Due to your rowr factor." | Kresley Cole | ||
| 07012be | The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice. | words poetry living transience | Virginia Woolf |