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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a1d6194 | Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness--how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I've got! | Yann Martel | ||
| 34459a7 | Didn't you hear what they said about my sister? But you don't give a rat's fart, do you, it's only the Forbidden Forest, Harry Potter doesn't care what happens to her in here -- well, I do, all right, giant spiders and mental stuff -- | ginny ron-weasley | J.K. Rowling | |
| 3c657ca | Hedwig didn't return until the end of the Easter holidays. Percy's letter was enclosed in a package of Easter eggs that Mrs. Weasley had sent. Both Harry's and Ron's were the size of dragon eggs, and full of home-made toffee. Hermione's, however, was smaller than a chicken's egg. Her face fell when she saw it. "Your mum doesn't read Witch's Weekly, by any chance, does she, Ron?" she asked quietly. "Yeah," said Ron, whose mouth was full of t.. | hermione-granger ron-weasley sad | J.K. Rowling | |
| ae7fffd | Yeah," said Ron, "and lucky Harry doesn't lose his head in a crisis -- 'there's no wood,' ." | j-k-rowling | J.K. Rowling | |
| f7ab1d3 | Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul? | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 5a23af9 | But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back. There's nothing you can do, Harry -' Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!' - it's too late, Harry.' We can still reach him -' Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go... There's nothing you can do, Harry...nothing...he's gone. | J K Rowling | ||
| 99a8ef6 | He lay face down, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| c13a14e | Thought we were supposed to be friends? Best friends?" "We , Sev." | lily-potter severus-snape | J.K. Rowling | |
| c1bc9ca | Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?" "Yes," said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of were thickset and looked like bodyguards. "Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelssly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy lo.. | harry-potter crabbe goyle draco-malfoy train ron-weasley | J.K. Rowling | |
| 5b5ef4a | Things denied, things untold, things hidden and disguised. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 9aefb36 | We should care for each other more than we care for ideas, or else we will end up killing each other. | Louis de Bernières | ||
| 0da4c6d | Is there anything else you need from me?" Ranger asked. "Not right now." | Janet Evanovich | ||
| db0a604 | Love was action. It came to you. It was not a choice. | Ann Patchett | ||
| acc3cb5 | A Warrior knows that an angel and a devil are both competing for his sword hand. The devil says: "You will weaken. You will not know exactly when. You are afraid." The angel says: "You will weaken. You will not know exactly when. You are afraid." The Warrior is surprised. Both the angel and the devil have said the same thing. The devil continues: "Let me help you." And the angel says: "I will help you." At that moment the Warri.. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 060127f | She imagined herself both queen and slave, dominatrix and victim. In her imagination she was making love with men of all skin colors--white, black, yellow--with homosexuals and beggars. She was anyone's, and anyone could do anything to her. She had one, two, three orgasms, one after another. She imagined everything she had never imagined before, and she gave herself to all that was most base and most pure. | sexuality masturbation | Paulo Coelho | |
| 1b02ecc | We are the ones who create the messes in our heads. It does not come from outside. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 678e0c0 | He said you were the only one who was bitter about S.'s suicide and the only one who really forgave him for it. The rest of us, he said, were outwardly unbitter and inwardly unforgiving. | suicide family death forgiveness | J.D. Salinger | |
| c8c8156 | His life oscillates, as everyone's does, not merely between two poles, such as the body and the spirit, the saint and the sinner, but between thousands and thousands. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 66788b9 | I never knew anybody . . . who found life simple. I think a life or a time looks simple when you leave out the details. | diversity | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| d70f02a | We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone. | mind forest | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| b62c53c | I whirled, and through the night drifting away like smoke on a wind, I found Rhysand straightening the lapels of his black jacket. "Hello, Feyre darling," he purred." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e7f94b3 | Gavriel's son was bellowing Whitethorn's name. A gods-damned victory cry. Over and over, the men taking up the call. Then Fenrys's voice lifted. And Gavriel's. And that red-haired queen. The Havilliard king. On into battle, on into bloodshed, they called the prince's name. | rowan-whitethorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 652cd9f | But they held tighter to each other, past and present and future; flickering between an ancient hall in a mountain castle perched above Orynth, a bridge suspended between glass towers, and another place, perfect and strange, where they had been crafted from stardust and light. A wall of night knocked them back. But they could not be contained. The darkness paused for breath. They erupted. | dorian-havilliard queen-of-shadows power | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 76a06ff | Learn to drive?" "Never," said Quentin. "My mission in life is to be a passenger." | humour life passenger | Diana Wynne Jones | |
| 6c1b531 | Don't die on me," she whispered when the clock struck midnight and he still had not moved. "It's only a little shoulder wound. Goddess, George-don't die on me." His eyes flickered open and he smiled. "I didn't know you cared," he whispered. "And why insult me? I won't die for a wee nick like this; I've had worse in my day." Alanna wiped her wet cheeks. "Of course I care, you unprincipled pickpocket!" she whispered. "Of course I care." | Tamora Pierce | ||
| a8b71dc | Sometimes words need music too. Sometimes the descriptions are not enough. Books should be written with soundtracks, like films. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 3671d33 | The truth is that even big collections of ordinary books distort space, as can readily be proved by anyone who has been around a really old-fashioned secondhand bookshop, one that looks as though they were designed by M. Escher on a bad day and has more stairways than storeys and those rows of shelves which end in little doors that are surely too small for a full-sized human to enter. The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = m.. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| e15365b | I'm trying to remember how you tell the time by looking at the sun." -"I should leave it for a while, it's too bright to see the numbers at the moment." | time | Terry Pratchett | |
| 3e5fd2d | He moved in a way that suggested he was attempting the world speed record for the nonchalant walk. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 78a6b62 | I've made the most important discovery of my life. It's only in the mysterious equation of love that any logic or reasons can be found. | Sylvia Nasar | ||
| 2eebb3c | Some must be warriors, that others may live in peace. | Mercedes Lackey | ||
| 8ddaa8e | When we are sad--at least I am like this--it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to the things that don't change. Your descriptions of the desert--that oceanic, endless glare--are terrible but also very beautiful. Maybe there's something to be said for the rawness and emptiness of it all. The light of long ago is different from the light of today and yet here, in this house, I'm reminded of the past at every turn. But when I thi.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| ae52b0b | The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or joy. | tragedy human-nature | Alan Lightman | |
| d84c11b | I do so wish my breasts would stop staring at your eyes. | kaderin sebastian | Kresley Cole | |
| 72537ed | People say that where there's life, there's hope, and I have no quarrel with that, but I also believe the reverse. There is hope, therefore I live. | Stephen King | ||
| 6afe8f3 | Sometimes a cigar is just a smoke and a story's just a story | Stephen King | ||
| 338b9f4 | Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| a65c090 | Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted. | fate fear life | Jacqueline Carey | |
| 619dc21 | We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| b2a25d9 | Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 15a5aa8 | Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone has said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shift of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it. | worth pain love heartache hurt memory | Jeanette Winterson | |
| ef3c02f | Love not often, but forever. | Joanne Harris | ||
| 2176309 | In summer moonlight, she was dangerously, inebriatingly magnified. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| f92f210 | They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field. | Gregory Maguire |