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Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
f737c21 | Martin in particular concluded that man was born to live either in the convulsions of misery, or in the lethargy of boredom. | meaning life misery | Voltaire | |
1cc2aa3 | Some days I woke up and got out of bed and brushed my teeth like any normal human being; some days I woke up and lay in bed and looked at the ceiling and wondered what the hell the point was of getting out of bed and brushing my teeth like any normal human being. | Ned Vizzini | ||
89c0dec | He showed me a sketch he'd drawn once during meditation. It was an androgynous human figure, standing up, hands clasped in prayer. But this figure had four legs, and no head. Where the head should have been, there was only a wild foliage of ferns and flowers. There was a small, smiling face drawn over the heart. To find the balance you want," Ketut spoke through his translator, "this is what you must become. You must keep your feet grounde.. | faith | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
0d69dac | I have my own set of survival techniques. I am patient. I know how to pack light. But my one might travel talent is that I can make friends with anybody. I can make friends with the dead. If there isn't anyone else around to talk to, I could probably make friends with a four-foot-tall pile of sheetrock. That is why I'm not afraid to travel to the most remote places in the world, not if there are human beings there to meet. People asked me b.. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
f300176 | I guess what I want to learn is how to live in this world and enjoy its delights but also devote myself to God. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
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 | |
8a20098 | To the pain means this: if we duel and you win, death for me. If we duel and I win, life for you. But life on my terms. The first thing you lose will be your feet. Below the ankle. You will have stumps available to use within six months. Then your hands, at the wrists. They heal somewhat quicker. Five months is a fair average. Next your nose. No smell of dawn for you. Followed by your tongue. Deeply cut away. Not even a stump left. And then.. | William Goldman | ||
8f6bdb7 | Power isn't everything ...its the only thing. | Mario Puzo | ||
e300553 | How you climb a mountain is more important than reaching the top. | struggle process | Yvon Chouinard | |
1f623b8 | I do care about real life. It's just not as interesting as what's in my books. | Christina Dodd | ||
c92bdfe | People don't like to have somebody knowing more than they do. It aggravates them. | Harper Lee | ||
e3c67f9 | In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love with a gender. I have fallen for individuals. | David Levithan | ||
6958eed | startling! such determination in the dull and uninspired and the copyists. they never lose the fierce gratitude for their uneventfulness, nor do they forget to laugh at the wit of slugs; as a study in diluted senses they'd make any pharaoh cough up his beans; in music they prefer the monotony of dripping faucets; in love and sex they prefer each other and therefore compound the problem; the energy with which they propel their uselessness (.. | Charles Bukowski | ||
7fc9b68 | I guess I'm too used to sitting in a small room and making words do a few things. I see enough of humanity at the racetracks, the supermarkets, gas stations, freeways, cafes, etc. This can't be helped. But I feel like kicking myself in the ass when I go to gatherings, even if the drinks are free. It never works for me. I've got enough clay to play with. People empty me. I have to get away to refill. I'm what's best for me, sitting he.. | society | Charles Bukowski | |
7bd7676 | Any damn fool can beg up some kind of job; it takes a wise man to make it without working. | Charles Bukowski | ||
9316c67 | I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard. | Charles Bukowski | ||
6285f47 | Holy shit. Who the fuck complains about going to Harry Potter World? Or Butter Beer? Or wands? | Angie Thomas | ||
489b132 | To see a World in a grain of sand, And a Heaven in a wild flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an hour. | William Blake | ||
38064a6 | I like maxims that don't encourage behavior modification. -Calvin | Bill Watterson | ||
0e75f4f | As many truths as men. Occasionally, I glimpse a truer Truth, hiding in imperfect simulacrums of itself, but as I approach, it bestirs itself & moves deeper into the thorny swamp of dissent. | David Mitchell | ||
738c04b | I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality. | work morning | John Kennedy Toole | |
eda9ca8 | Moderate strength is shown in violence, supreme strength is shown in levity. | violence strength | G.K. Chesterton | |
47d5668 | This was hell and I was its fury. | Ilona Andrews | ||
cd5d40b | And how did your day go?" I asked Ascanio. He turned to me, a dreamy look on his pretty face. "We killed things. There was blood. Fountains of blood. And then we had barbecue." | kate-daniels | Ilona Andrews | |
c4c7092 | who pays any attention | e. e. cummings | ||
0e51e00 | The rabbit of Easter. He bring of the chocolate. | religion holidays | David Sedaris | |
c754c9e | I wish you luck,' she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she'd ever seen. But now her heart beat so much faster for someone else. | Cornelia Funke | ||
396bb1f | Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. 'I love love,' she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
a81d6aa | Whatever one man does, it is as if all men did it. For that reason, it is not unfair that one disobedience in a garden should contaminate all humanity; for that reason it is not unjust that the crucifixion of a single Jew should be sufficient to save it. | philosophy | Jorge Luis Borges | |
a230a25 | y lhn l`zyz, rHm rjlan 'nfqw '`mrhm fy tkhyl l'shy!! | José Saramago | ||
9e06911 | If, before every action, we were to begin by weighing up the consequences, thinking about them in earnest, first the immediate consequences, then the probable, then the possible, then the imaginable ones, we should never move beyond the point where our first thought brought us to a halt. The good and evil resulting from our words and deeds go on apportioning themselves, one assumes in a reasonably uniform and balanced way, throughout all th.. | immortality deeds forgiveness consequences | José Saramago | |
72016f7 | I'll find you again. Even if it takes a hundred of those years. | love zoey-redbird | P.C. Cast | |
4cdfc77 | No, you just keep crashing my life. Look--" I said, and Al grunted. "Here it comes," the demon muttered. "Listen. Listen to this, runt. She's going to have a list." | Kim Harrison | ||
7740514 | He sighed. "You want to live in your church, going about your life as if you're like everyone else." "So?" "You aren't. And because of that, someday you're probably going to find yourself in a position where your choices will have an impact far beyond what you see right now. And when that happens, I want you to remember what it's like to ride through the woods on horseback under a night sky with no moon and stronger than you are. I want y.. | trent rachel | Kim Harrison | |
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. | mankind man woman mind women god heart intelligence combination gifted giftedness purpose brains | 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 tessa-gray infernal-devices jem-carstairs will-herondale love-triangle | Cassandra Clare |