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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 885f80e | See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, f.. | Robert R. McCammon | ||
| 38afa40 | The blood jet is poetry There is no stopping it. | poetry | Sylvia Plath | |
| c81da9e | I began to see why woman-haters could make such fools of women. Woman-haters were like gods: invulnerable and chock full of power. They descended, and then they disappeared. You could never catch one. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 610c5ad | We are fated to love one another; we hardly exist outside our love, we are just animals without it, with a birth and a death and constant fear between. Our love has lifted us up, out of the dreadfulness of merely living. | John Updike | ||
| af8f398 | We will never be happy until we make God the source of our fulfillment and the answer to our longings. He is the only one who should have power over our souls. | happiness inspirational | Stormie Omartian | |
| 4b893ea | Actually, there is no such thing as a homosexual person, any more than there is such a thing as a heterosexual person. The words are adjectives describing sexual acts, not people. The sexual acts are entirely normal; if they were not, no one would perform them. | Gore Vidal | ||
| c3697d6 | Why are you drinking? demanded the little prince. "So that I may forget," replied the tippler. "Forget what?" inquired the little prince, who was already sorry for him. "Forget that I am ashamed," the tippler confessed, hanging his head. "Ashamed of what?" insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him. "Ashamed of drinking!" | sad shame | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | |
| f9c5e24 | His brows were lowered in concentration. Thick, sooty lashes hid his eyes. They lifted and his lips spread into a grin. I was in so much trouble. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| b3e3c9d | Saint Delphi my ass. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 717c60d | My eyelids flickered open again and focused on Daemon. He had his eyes closed as he leaned his head against the wall but I knew he was listening to everything. Dee talked about taking me home if my mom couldn't leave. I was struck again by the twins. Daemon and Dee didn't belong here, but I did. I could blend easily with the whitewashed walls and pale green curtains. I was as plain as the linoleum, but these two seemed to light the room wit.. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| bac2b18 | Why did adults have to be so thick? They always say "tell the truth," and when you do, they don't believe you. What's the point?" | truth | Rick Riordan | |
| b439a74 | I love New York. You can pop out of the Underworld in Central Park, hail a taxi, head down Fifth Avenue with a giant hellhound loping along behind you, and nobody even looks at you funny. Of course, the Mist helped. People probably couldn't see Mrs. O'Leary, or maybe they thought she was a large,loud,very friendly truck. | new-york-city percy-jackson | Rick Riordan | |
| 446ec0d | So Aphrodite married Hephaestus and the celebrity ship Aphrophaestus completely dominated Olympian tabloid news for like a thousand years. Did they live happily ever after? HAHAHAHAHA. No. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 82ac471 | I thought she'd make some comment about the bloodthirsty gods chasing us, but when she finally found her voice, she said, "That boy kissed you!" Leave it to Liz to have her priorities straight." | Rick Riordan | ||
| bd084fb | After my bad experience as a kite, I simply refused to go about as a glowing Sadie-headed chicken. That's fine for Carter, but I have standards. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 5c71daf | If pinpointing God's presence were really that simple, then he supposed the beaches would be more crowded in the mornings. They would be filled with people on their own quests, instead of people jogging or walking their dogs or fishing in the surf. | god nicholas-sparks steve-miller the-last-song | Nicholas Sparks | |
| 6714faf | 1) Work on one thing at a time until finished. 2) Start no more new books, add no more new material to "Black Spring." 3) Don't be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand. 4) Work according to Program and not according to mood. Stop at the appointed time! 5) When you can't create you can work. 6) Cement a little every day, rather than add new fertilizers. 7) Keep human! See people, go places, drink if you feel like.. | anais-nin rules writing | Henry Miller | |
| 30a5d3b | You will go on and meet someone else and I'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story. | stories | Marian Keyes | |
| 9eb6111 | Immortality,' said Crake, ' is a concept. If you take 'mortality' as being, not death, but the foreknowledge of it and the fear of it, then 'immortality' is the absence of such fear. Babies are immortal. Edit out the fear, and you'll be... | Margaret Atwood | ||
| c8ad6fc | I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious... | Dodie Smith | ||
| 1b1dbf4 | If you begin to give away parts of yourself, eventually you'll give it all. And once you've lost yourself, haven't you lost everything? | Julie Garwood | ||
| c3b26c9 | Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman. He feels he is not valued so he will risk destroying himself to deprive her altogether. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 5ec5e35 | people with nothing to declare carry the most. | carry life nothing struggles | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| 41a93ce | My grandfather says that's what books are for," Ashoke said, using the opportunity to open the volume in his hands. "To travel without moving an inch." | books jhumpa-lahiri opportunity the-namesake travel | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 45bd78f | I don't know -- maybe the world has two different kinds of people, and for one kind the world is this completely logical, rice pudding place, and for the other it's all hit-or-miss macaroni gratin. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| af2cb05 | What I saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply--myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I remember it, this thought always springs to mind: that the most frightening thing in the world is our own self. What do you think? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 05aa739 | People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile. | love memories nostalgia | Haruki Murakami | |
| b608654 | Yeah, well, we're all writers, aren't we? He's a writer that hasn't been published, and I'm a writer who hasn't written anything. | Steve Martin | ||
| ef36eae | If invisible people eat invisible food does invisible wind blow invisible trees? | cecelia-ahernt if-you-could-see-me-now invisible | Cecelia Ahern | |
| 47cc083 | this is a book about something | c-s-lewis christian digory fantasy magician-s-nephew narnia polly | C.S. Lewis | |
| f2c47a4 | It is easy to acknowledge, but almost impossible to realize for long, that we are mirrors whose brightness, if we are bright, is wholly derived from the sun that shines upon us. | C.S. Lewis | ||
| 1651053 | ykhyl ly 'n lrjl l`Zm lbd 'n ysh`rw `l~ hdhh l'rD bHzn `Zym | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| d0870cc | My friend, the truth is always implausible, did you know that? To make the truth more plausible, it's absolutely necessary to mix a bit of falsehood with it. People have always done so. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 8d41e8e | God preserve you, my dear boy, from ever asking forgiveness for a fault from a woman you love. From one you love especially, however greatly you may have been in fault. For a woman--devil only knows what to make of a woman: I know something about them, anyway. But try acknowledging you are in fault to a woman. Say, "I am sorry, forgive me," and a shower of reproaches will follow! Nothing will make her forgive you simply and directly, she'll.. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 499fe83 | Writers are liars my dear, surely you know that by now? | Neil Gaiman | ||
| e1888e1 | What should I believe? thought Shadow, and the voice came back to him from somewhere deep beneath the world, in a bass rumble: Believe everything. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 9e4c289 | You got a lifetime. No more. No less. | graphic-novels | Neil Gaiman | |
| f55a7de | She has man's brain--a brain that a man should have were he much gifted--and woman's heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination. | brains combination gifted giftedness god heart intelligence man mankind mind purpose woman women | Bram Stoker | |
| d2d458e | Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 3da9e82 | For as is often the happenstance with that which is precious and lost, when you find him again, he may well not be quite as you left him. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 1ea895e | Tessa reached to brush the damp hair from his forehead. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing. "Jem--have you ever--" She hesitated. "Have you ever thought of ways to prolong your life that are not a cure for the drug?" At that his eyelids flew open. "What do you mean?" She thought of Will, on the floor of the attic, choking on holy water. "Becoming a vampire. You would live forever--" He scrambled upright against the pillows of .. | silent-brothers tessa-gray | Cassandra Clare | |
| 32616ec | You do not want to help us," Will said to Magnus. "You do not want to position yourself as an enemy of Mortmain's." "Well, can you blame him?" Woolsey rose in a whirl of yellow silk. "What could you possibly have to offer that would make the risk worth it to him?" "I will give you anything," said Tessa in a low voice that Will felt in his bones. "Anything at all, if you can help us help Jem." Magnus gripped a handful of his black hair.. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| b4e11e8 | I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 2419b55 | He wanted to run to her, wrap her in his arms. Protect her. But it was Jem's place to do those things, not his. Not his." -Will Herondale" -- | clockwork-princess infernal-devices jem-carstairs love-triangle tessa-gray will-herondale | Cassandra Clare |