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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9c756eb | But this was what happened when you didn't want to visit and confront the past: the past starts visiting and confronting you. | karma past | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| e2cd5d0 | But need alone is not enough to set power free: there must be knowledge. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| cee87ec | Regardless of his motives or his methods, Rhysand was keeping me alive. And had done so even before I set foot Under the Mountain. | keep-alive rhys rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 78329ef | This thing between them, the force of it, could devour the world. And if they picked it, picked them, it might very well cause the end of it. | eos rowaelin rowan-whitethorn ya | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 9209fa3 | Myrnin said softly. "And how is it that you do not understand that HERE, in THIS place, this girl belongs to me, not to you?" -- | morganville-vampires myrnin shane-collins vampire vampires | Rachel Caine | |
| a6941b5 | Bite me, Goth princess," Shane called from the back. "Not literally or anything." "Maybe you should say that to Michael." "Not funny, Eve," Michael said. Eve raised her eyebrows and held her fingers up, measuring off about an inch. "Little bit," she said." | eve-rosser funny ghost-town humor michael-glass morganville-vampires myrnin rachel-caine shane-collins teacher vampire vampires | Rachel Caine | |
| 5e114ad | Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar. | caterpillar funke | Cornelia Funke | |
| f3a5aeb | In one respect at least the Martians are a happy people, they have no lawyers. | Edgar Rice Burroughs | ||
| 7a08bb0 | Jenks enthusiastically leaned against the counter and opened the box. Bypassing the plastic knife, he broke off about a third of it and took a huge bite. Ivy watched, appalled, and I shrugged. His mouth moving as he hummed, Jenks finished unpacking the sacks. I was half dead, Ivy was whoring herself to keep me safe, but Jenks was okay as long as he had chocolate. | humor pixy romance supernatural vampire | Kim Harrison | |
| 45149bf | I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy. | comedy hamburgers shattered-mirror | Amelia Atwater-Rhodes | |
| 8a63309 | She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for Geisha to want. It is not for geisha to feel. Geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances, she sings. She entertains you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret. | Arthur Golden | ||
| 8d0a1d8 | A horse must be a bit mad to be a good cavalry mount, and its rider must be completely so. | humor | Steven Pressfield | |
| 63cbd72 | Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time. | touching | Anne Carson | |
| b684467 | And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery. | Annie Proulx | ||
| 908036b | You know, a cell phone's like a guy; if you don't plug him in every night, charge him good, you got nothing at all. | men sex simile telephones | Catherine Coulter | |
| 8664327 | He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive. | survival-of-the-fittest | Jack London | |
| e2558a9 | Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, benevolence, were all my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business! | Charles Dickens | ||
| 91c0329 | I don't even want you to nod, that's how much you annoy me. Just freeze and shut up. | Neal Stephenson | ||
| ddf4304 | The world's a puzzle; no need to make sense out of it." - Socrates" | philosophy puzzle world | Dan Millman | |
| f654c06 | Most of life is so dull it is not worth discussing, and it is dull at all ages. When we change our brand of cigarette, move to a new neighborhood, subscribe to a different newspaper, fall in and out of love, we are protesting in ways both frivolous and deep against the not to be diluted dullness of day-to-day living. | Truman Capote | ||
| b7f0f5d | You are a man of extreme passion, a hungry man not quite sure where his appetite lies, a deeply frustrated man striving to project his individuality against a backdrop of rigid conformity. You exist in a half-world suspended between two superstructures, one self-expression and the other self-destruction. You are strong, but there is a flaw in your strength, and unless you learn to control it the flaw will prove stronger than your strength a.. | Truman Capote | ||
| 5e53f1d | She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes--she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 554d468 | A man inherited a field in which was an accumulation of old stone, part of an older hall. Of the old stone some had already been used in building the house in which he actually lived, not far from the old house of his fathers. Of the rest he took some and built a tower. But his friends coming perceived at once (without troubling to climb the steps) that these stones had formerly belonged to a more ancient building. So they pushed the tower .. | beowulf criticism critics fantasy literature | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| e720716 | We all long for Eden, and we are constantly glimpsing it: our whole nature at its best and least corrupted, its gentlest and most human, is still soaked with the sense of exile. | god redemption | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| af9b212 | And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair! | galadriel lothlorien mirror-of-galadriel | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| e44ee47 | Keeing busy" is the remedy for all the ills in America. It's also the means by which the creative impulse is destroyed." | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| c48ffc7 | I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night. | wonder | Anne Rice | |
| 892c51d | Maybe my expectations for honesty are too high. | honesty | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 4989de6 | For one brief, never-ending second, an entirely different path expanded behind the lids of my tear-wet eyes. As if I were looking through the filter of Jacob's thoughts, I could see exactly what I was going to give up, exactly what this new self-knowledge would not save me from losing. I could see Charlie and Renee mixed into a strange collage with Billy and Sam and La Push. I could see years passing, and meaning something as they passed, c.. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| a0be68c | You have to find a mother inside yourself. We all do. Even if we already have a mother, we still have to find this part of ourselves inside | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 939d676 | No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike. Times change, and people change; and if our hearts do not change as readily, so much the worse for us. | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| bd0fbdc | This is one thing they forget to mention in most child-rearing books, that at times you will just lose your mind. Period. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 37c4c60 | Probably I dont believe in a lot of things that I used to believe in but that doesnt mean I dont believe in anything. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 365086e | We Woosters do not lightly forget. At least, we do - some things - appointments, and people's birthdays, and letters to post, and all that - but not an absolutely bally insult like the above. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 2ba66fc | She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 0473612 | You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know. | knowledge memory remembrance understanding | Amy Tan | |
| d77bdeb | I can think of few better ways to introduce a child to books than to let her stack them, upend them, rearrange them, and get her fingerprints all over them. | child children | Anne Fadiman | |
| 6719207 | We've been secretly datin' since last week." He gives me a smile and a look that says I'm his one-and-only. That smile might deceive Madison, but I know he's full of it. "Isn't that right, K.?" He squeezes me tighter. "Uh-huh," I squeak out. Madison shakes her head fast, as if she can't believe what she's hearing. "Nobody in their right mind chooses Kiara Westford over me." She's right. We're busted. "Wanna bet?" My eyes go wide when Carlo.. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| d477c24 | Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 452d1a5 | and the great advantage of being a literary woman, was that you could go everywhere and do everything. | Henry James | ||
| 18d2148 | The more you know, the less you need. | wisdom zen | Yvon Chouinard | |
| cba4764 | some questions will ruin you if you are denied the answer long enough. | Jeff VanderMeer | ||
| d6be5a8 | The first man who, having fenced in a piece of land, said "This is mine," and found people naive enough to believe him, that man was the true founder of civil society. From how many crimes, wars, and murders, from how many horrors and misfortunes might not any one have saved mankind, by pulling up the stakes, or filling up the ditch, and crying to his fellows: Beware of listening to this impostor; you are undone if you once forget that the .. | inequality politics | Jean-Jacques Rousseau | |
| d6cf4fd | Dill was off again. Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions. He could add and subtract faster than lightning, but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies. | to-kill-a-mockingbird | Harper Lee |