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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 388cfcf | Slavery is a sin when whites were put to the yoke, but not the African. All men are created equal, unless we decide you are not a man. | dignity race-relations slavery white-people | Colson Whitehead | |
| 2970e94 | It was a dark and stormy night. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| b048957 | You mean you're comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it? Yes. Mrs. Whatsit said. You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 3560c63 | i want to give up my bearings, slip out of who i am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin. | giving-up sadness | Khaled Hosseini | |
| c999d52 | After all, is not a real Hell better than a manufactured Heaven? | heaven hell love | E.M. Forster | |
| 26b0cc4 | It is pointless to say that this or that night was the worst of my life. I have so many bad nights to choose from that I've made none the champion. | Yann Martel | ||
| 5f8898a | No," said Hermione shortly. "Have either of you seen my copy of ?" "Oh, yeah, I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading," said Ron, but very quietly." | hermione-granger humor out-of-character quips ron-weasley | J.K. Rowling | |
| 66cce1c | Aunt Petunia burst into tears. Hestia Jones gave her an approving look that changed to outrage as Aunt Petunia ran forward and embraced Dudley rather than Harry. 'S-so sweet, Dudders...' she sobbed into his massive chest. 'S-such a lovely b-boy...s-saying thank you...' 'But he hadn't said thank you at all!' said Hestia indignantly. 'He only said he didn't think Harry was a waste of space!' 'Yeah, but coming from Dudley that's like "I love y.. | dudley forgive forgivingness harry-potter moving thank-you | J.K. Rowling | |
| 088930f | It seemed impossible that there could be people in the world who still desired food, who laughed, who neither knew nor cared that Sirius Black was gone forever. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| fc19a8a | Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives -- he didn't belong to the library, so he'd never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake: | letters | J.K. Rowling | |
| a2ac997 | You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry, Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true, And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin, You'll make your real friends, These cunning folks use any .. | hogwarts hufflepuff ravenclaw slytherin | J.K. Rowling | |
| 478ae77 | I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I understand what it costs him to hide it all. | Libba Bray | ||
| f708440 | I had thought Felicity dangerous a moment ago, when she felt powerful. I was wrong. Wounded and powerless, she is more dangerous than I could imagine. | Libba Bray | ||
| 6584265 | A minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 206eda9 | It is not true that the English invented cricket as a way of making all other human endeavors look interesting and lively; that was merely an unintended side effect. ...It is the only sport that incorporates meal breaks. It is the only sport that shares its name with an insect. It is the only sport in which spectators burn as many calories as the players-more if they are moderately restless. | Bill Bryson | ||
| 51dc181 | Words bend our thinking to infinite paths of self-delusion, and the fact that we spend most of our mental lives in brain mansions built of words means that we lack the objectivity necessary to see the terrible distortion of reality which language brings. | Dan Simmons | ||
| 0f821c5 | I felt like praying or something, when I was in bed, but I couldn't do it. I can't always pray when I feel like it. In the first place, I'm sort of an atheist. I like Jesus and all, but I don't care too much for most of the other stuff in the Bible. Take the Disciples, for instance. They annoy the hell out of me, if you want to know the truth. They were all right after Jesus was dead and all, but while He was alive, they were about as much .. | praying | J.D. Salinger | |
| f7c1699 | It is precisely because we resist the darkness in ourselves that we miss the depths of the loveliness, beauty, brilliance, creativity, and joy that lie at our core. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 00319f0 | We have nothing but our freedom. We have nothing to give you but your own freedom. We have no law but the single principle of mutual aid between individuals. We have no government but the single principle of free association. We have no states, no nations, no presidents, no premiers, no chiefs, no generals, no bosses, no bankers, no landlords, no wages, no charity, no police, no soldiers, no wars. Nor do we have much else. We are sharers, n.. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 56a9441 | What did Aelin promise you?" Hasar smiled to herself. "A better world." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 6c83597 | you must enter where you fear to tread | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 3ca5a73 | He couldn't be dead. Not from the dagger, or those dozen pirates, or from the catapult. No, Sam couldn't be so stupid that he'd get himself killed. She'd... she'd... Well she'd kill him if he was dead. | sam | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 117f868 | Her mother placed a phantom hand over Aelin's heart. 'It is the strength of this that matters. No matter where you are, no matter how far, this will lead you home. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f07fb8a | Fenrys ... You know, I don't actually know your family name." Fenrys threw a roguish wink at the queen. "Moonbeam." "It is not," Aelin hissed, choking on a laugh. Fenrys laid a hand on his heart. "I am blood-sworn to you. Would I lie?" | fenrys kingdom-of-ash sarah-j-maas throne-of-glass throne-of-glass-series | Sarah J. Maas | |
| c46ad8e | I lifted one foot from the brackish water, and the bunny slippers were soaked and drooped pathetically. Even the fangs seemed robbed of any charm. "Don't worry," I told it. "Someone will pay for your suffering. Heavily. With screaming." I felt I should repeat it for the other slipper, in case there should be any bad feelings between the two. One should never create tension between ones's footwear. --POV is Myrnin, page 221" | Rachel Caine | ||
| 2f2d8b2 | Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose? | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 052ba41 | Elinor had read countless stories in which the main characters fell sick at some point because they were so unhappy. She had always thought that a very romantic idea, but she'd dismissed it as a pure invention of the world of books. All those wilting heroes and heroines who suddenly gave up the ghost just because of unrequited love or longing for something they'd lost! Elinor had always enjoyed their sufferings--as a reader will. After all,.. | reading stories | Cornelia Funke | |
| 56ec99f | I'm right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim... | Jack Kerouac | ||
| bb1a436 | I had grown up in a house with a fence around it, and in this fence was a white smooth wooden gate, two holes bored round and low together so the dog could see through. One night, the moon high, late for me home from the school dance, I remember that I stopped, hand on the gate, and spoke so quietly to myself and to the woman that I would love that not even the dog could have heard. I don't know where you are, but you're living right now, s.. | Richard Bach | ||
| bd2211e | In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. We lived at the junction of great trout rivers in western Montana, and our father was a Presbyterian minister and a fly fisherman who tied his own flies and taught others. He told us about Christ's disciples being fishermen, and we were left to assume, as my brother and I did, that all first-class fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fishermen and that John, the fa.. | Norman Maclean | ||
| 969e53f | If you want to marry me, here's what you'll have to do: You must learn how to make a perfect chicken-dumpling stew. And you must sew my holey socks, And soothe my troubled mind, And develop the knack for scratching my back, And keep my shoes spotlessly shined. And while I rest you must rake up the leaves, And when it is hailing and snowing You must shovel the walk...and be still when I talk, And-hey-where are you going? | humor marriage-advice true-to-life | Shel Silverstein | |
| c67b50d | If its got tires or testicles it's going to give you trouble | P.C. Cast | ||
| 4ea73dc | Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies. Jenks (Black Magic Sanction) | Kim Harrison | ||
| 71841fa | Buckley followed the three of them into the kitchen and asked, as he had at least once a day, "Where's Susie?" They were silent. Samuel looked at Lindsey. "Buckley," my father called from the adjoining room, "come play Monopoly with me." My brother had never been invited to play Monopoly. Everyone said he was too young, but this was the magic of Christmas. He rushed into the family room, and my father picked him up and sat him on his lap. ".. | Alice Sebold | ||
| e6eed22 | You want to know how to paint a perfect painting? It's easy. Make yourself perfect and then just paint naturally. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| 24bbbb2 | He, too, stood looking at her for a moment--and it seemed to her that it was not a look of greeting after an absence, but the look of someone who had thought of her every day of that year. She could not be certain, it was only an instant, so brief that just as she caught it, he was turning... | love seeing | Ayn Rand | |
| 4a82a11 | the most dangerous enemy is that which no one fears! | Dan Brown | ||
| df4d5f8 | Gentlemen, be courteous to the old maids, no matter how poor and plain and prim, for the only chivalry worth having is that which is the readiest to to pay deference to the old, protect the feeble, and serve womankind, regardless of rank, age, or color. | gentlemen women | Louisa May Alcott | |
| 6ecbeb9 | There were two classes of charitable people: one, the people who did a little and made a great deal of noise; the other, the people who did a great deal and made no noise at all. | Charles Dickens | ||
| 47adcf4 | The seeds of death get lost in the mess that God made us. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 4232bd2 | My friend, you had horses, and deed of arms, and the free fields; but she, being born in the body of a maid, had a spirit and courage at least the match of yours. Yet she was doomed to wait upon an old man, whom she loved as a father, and watch him falling into a mean dishonoured dotage; and her part seemed to her more ignoble than that of the staff he leaned on. -Gandalf to Eomer, of Eowyn | eomer Éowyn gandalf girl-power | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 6292ac8 | No taste of food, no feel of water, no sound of wind, no memory of tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to me. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I begin to see it even with my waking eyes, and all else fades. | lord-of-the-rings middle-earth tolkien | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 9e7f082 | To enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more. For this reason a sleeping apartment should never be furnished with a fire, which is one of the luxurious discomforts of the rich. For .. | Herman Melville | ||
| 0ec5814 | Nick froze instantly. "You don't mock my mother. You don't speak of her in anything but the most reverent of tones. I don't care if you are Death, I will open a can of Cajun whup-ass all over you, boy." | Sherrilyn Kenyon |