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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a2382ce | When I get free, I believe I'll show you your spine. I'll hand it to you so casually, politely even, as if expecting you to remark upon it. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 06bd296 | Ah, but she was a pastel wearer. She was forever dead to Sabine. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 999ff27 | Now you're just being silly. He's a mercenary- he's not going to go about penning love letters, and really, what would he write? 'Anna...love you...grrr?'" Olivia to Annalia" | Kresley Cole | ||
| 64fa099 | Just go on dancing with me like this forever and I'll never tire. We'll scrape our shoe on the stars and hang upside down from the moon. | Stephen King | ||
| f17d7ec | All I can say is what you already know: some days are treasure. Not many, but I think in almost every life there are a few. That was one of mine, and when I'm blue -- when life comes down on me and everything looks tawdry and cheap, the way Joyland Avenue did on a rainy day -- I go back to it, if only to remind myself that life isn't always a butcher's game. Sometimes the prizes are real. Sometimes they are precious. | Stephen King | ||
| 2385bff | I can't understand why people use religion to hurt each other when there's already so much pain in the world. | Stephen King | ||
| 93185fa | He was a romantic in his own harsh way...yet he was also realist enough to know that some times love actually did conquer all. | Stephen King | ||
| 98433ff | Oh shit, the mummy's after us, let's all walk a little faster | Stephen King | ||
| eb7017e | True masters are those who've chosen to make a life rather than a living. | Neale Donald Walsch | ||
| a10448e | She arches her body like a cat on a stretch. She nuzzles her cunt into my face like a filly at the gate. She smells of the sea. She smells of rockpools when I was a child. She keeps a starfish in there. I crouch down to taste the salt, to run my fingers around the rim. She opens and shuts like a sea anemone. She's refilled each day with fresh tides of longing. | sex passion | Jeanette Winterson | |
| fed89e0 | Explore me,' you said and I collected my ropes, flasks and maps, expecting to be back home soon. I dropped into the mass of you and I cannot find the way out. Sometimes I think I'm free, coughed up like Jonah from the whale, but then I turn a corner and recognise myself again. Myself in your skin, myself lodged in your bones, myself floating in the cavities that decorate every surgeon's wall. That is how I know you. You are what I know. | passion soul | Jeanette Winterson | |
| f3adfb8 | This week I've been reading a lot and doing little work. That's the way things ought to be. That's surely the road to success. | Anne Frank | ||
| 068afd7 | Together we understood what terror was: you're not human anymore. You're a shadow. You slip out of your own skin, like molting, shedding your own history and your own future, leaving behind everything you ever were or wanted to believed in. You know you're about to die. And it's not a movie and you aren't a hero and all you can do is whimper and wait. | Tim O'Brien | ||
| bbb1439 | Rumors are spread by jealous people | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 88a87ea | I make it through the first two weeks of school without a nuclear meltdown. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 920d0f3 | This is wonderful, wonderful! Be the bird. You are the bird. Sacrifice yourself to abandoned family values.... | tree turkey birds yourself | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| 548eee0 | I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing. | Pat Conroy | ||
| bd1e72e | There is nothing about a bad situation that fourteen hyper cheerleaders can't worsen. | Maureen Johnson | ||
| 0b59aa9 | Age was respected among his people, but achievement was revered. As the elders said, if a child washed his hands he could eat with kings. | meritocracy | Chinua Achebe | |
| 75840b9 | What Do You Care What Other People Think? | Richard P. Feynman | ||
| f569a9f | It would have been nice to have had unicorns. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| e84790c | So if you're not Artemis Fowl, then who are you?" The boy extended a dripping hand straight up. "My name is Orion. I am so pleased to meet you at last. I am, of course, your servant." Holly shook the proferred hand, thinking that manners were lovely, but she really needed someone cunning and ruthless right now, and this kid didn't appear to be very cunning." | holly-short orion | Eoin Colfer | |
| 0b72d82 | He threw his head back and sang, "'I am a centaur, yes, a centaur is what I am.' It's not like you to wax, Artemis" "Foaly is singing," said Holly. "Surely that's illegal?" | illegal singing holly | Eoin Colfer | |
| 870b411 | And I will not be beaten by that jackass." "Jackass?" said Foaly, wounded. "My favorite uncle is a jackass." | jackass foaly | Eoin Colfer | |
| 281264c | Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he sat up, a long stream of blood rolled down his face, he raised both arms in air, looked in the direction whence the shot came, and began to sing. | Victor Hugo | ||
| a54a7d5 | Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in everything write the word 'finis' in time; we must restrain ourselves, when it becomes urgent; we must draw the bolt on the appetite, play a fantasia on the violin, then break the strings with our own hand. The Wise man is he who knows when and how to stop. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 3eac8e1 | I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat was threadbare - there were holes at his elbows; the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 5ad1180 | He liked fishing and seemed to take pride in being able to like such a stupid occupation. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| a715fd4 | Even in the world of make-believe there have to be rules. The parts have to be consistent and belong together. | on-fiction | Daniel Keyes | |
| 9ddf46f | A world of happier men and happier women who are truer to themselves. And this is how to start: We must raise our daughters differently. We must also raise our sons differently. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 2029375 | I feel alone. I don't mean i feel lonely; I mean i feel alone, the same way i feel the blanket resting on my body, or the feathers of my pillow under my head, or the tight string of my sleep pants twisted up around my waist. I feel alone as if it were an actual thing, seeping throughout this whole level like mist blanketing a field, reaching into all the hidden corners of my room and finding nothing living but me. It's a cold sort of feelin.. | beth-revis alone lonely | Beth Revis | |
| 8bad9ad | He's the only stable thing in the swirling chaos. | stable | Beth Revis | |
| decb846 | You know, I don't get why Fred and George only got three O.W.L.s each," said Harry, watching as Fred, George, and Lee collected gold from the eager crowd. "They really know their stuff. . . ." "Oh, they only know flashy stuff that's no real use to anyone," said Hermione disparagingly. "No real use?" said Ron in a strained voice. "Hermione, they've got about twenty-six Galleons already. . . ." -- | funny useless-talents george-weasley | J.K. Rowling | |
| da2c685 | Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling. | money greed love | Gustave Flaubert | |
| f9d6092 | Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to the other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| b9f7fc1 | Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does ... Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 3c432b3 | Delirium: "What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?" Dream: "There isn't one." Delirium: "Oh. I thought maybe there was." | love sandman gaiman poignant | Neil Gaiman | |
| bc87292 | The one thing you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can. The moment that you feel that just possibly you are walking down the street naked...that's the moment you may be starting to get it right. | live | Neil Gaiman | |
| 14b92d4 | If, by the virtue of charity or the circumstance of desperation, you ever chance to spend a little time around a Substance-recovery halfway facility like Enfield MA's state-funded Ennet House, you will acquire many exotic new facts... That certain persons simply will not like you no matter what you do. That sleeping can be a form of emotional escape and can with sustained effort be abused. That purposeful sleep-deprivation can also be an ab.. | David Foster Wallace | ||
| 69416a8 | Her seductive power, however, did not lie in her looks [...]. In reality, Cleopatra was physically unexceptional and had no political power, yet both Caesar and Antony, brave and clever men, saw none of this. What they saw was a woman who constantly transformed herself before their eyes, a one-woman spectacle. Her dress and makeup changed from day to day, but always gave her a heightened, goddesslike appearance. Her words could be banal eno.. | Robert Greene | ||
| 539c3b5 | He who poses as a fool is not a fool. | Robert Greene | ||
| 1a52275 | Do not fight them. Instead think of them the way you think of children, or pets, not important enough to affect your mental balance | Robert Greene | ||
| 05b6684 | Everyone had told her, since she became a princess-in-training, that she was very likely the most beautiful woman in the world. Now she was going to be the richest and the most powerful as well. Don't expect too much from life, Buttercup told herself as she rode along. Learn to be satisfied with what you have. | William Goldman | ||
| d00b41a | The secret of theory is that truth does not exist. | Jean Baudrillard |