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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c8bca99 | The meme for blind faith secures its own perpetuation by the simple unconscious expedient of discouraging rational inquiry. | inquiry meme | Richard Dawkins | |
| 542c9c6 | At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. | Rudyard Kipling | ||
| 0aae391 | The choices we make, make us. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 31aa9b0 | Raziel's sixty feet tall?" "Actually, he's only fifty-nine feet tall, but he likes to exaggerate," said Magnus. Isabelle clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Valentine raised an angel in his cellar. I don't see why you need all this space--" "Because Valentine is just WAY MORE AWESOME than me," | tmi magnus-bane | Cassandra Clare | |
| e32b476 | Obviously you would call them Malec," said Beatriz. "Are you stupid, Simon?" | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 4e61418 | You never know when, and you never know who, but someday a stranger will burst through the door of your life and transform it utterly. The world will be turned upside down, and you will be happier for it. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| e54afd9 | Jules: For one, you have a terrifying older brother. Livvy: I do not have a terryfying older brother. Jules: That's true. You have two. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| dd85819 | The next thing I knew I was listening to five people shouting. What was that all about, anyway? | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 92aecea | A pretty girl with butterfly clips in her dreadlocks put her hand on his arm. "You were amazing," she told him, her voice fluting. "You have the reflexes of a striking snake. You should be a stuntman. Really, with your cheekbones, you should be an actor. A lot of people are looking for someone as pretty as you who'd do his own stunts." Alec threw Magnus a terrified and beseeching look. Magnus took pity on him, putting a hand on the small of.. | first-date malec magnus-bane | Cassandra Clare | |
| 1edefa0 | I can stand." "It looks to me like you're using a wall to prop you up. that's not my definition of 'standing.'" "Its leaning," Jace told him. "Leaning comes right before standing." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 2e5be5b | Hold on to me," Alec said, and Magnus gave him the sort of smile that made Alec feel like someone had taken an apple corer to his heart and tried to dig out the center. "I always do, Alexander," he said. "I always do." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| b9bc0e2 | Magnus exhaled - for a moment he no longer felt ill, or afraid of dying, or even angry or bitter. Relief washed over him, as profound as sorrow, and he reached up to brush the cheek of the boy leaning over him with the back of his bruised knuckles. Alec's eyes were huge and blue and full of anguish. "Oh, my Alec," he said. "You've been so sad. I didn't know." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 723c2dd | and don't start your own line of glitter and try to sell it at Sephora. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 5f70dae | How could you be heartbroken and happy at the same time? | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 7f9d391 | I could not understand why men who knew all about good and evil could hate and kill each other. | Mary Shelley | ||
| 5016f41 | To permit irresponsible authority is to sell disaster. | voting | Robert A. Heinlein | |
| 682bb8d | Take big bites. Anything worth doing is worth overdoing. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| 3cd4238 | Being against evil doesn't make you good. Tonight I was against it and then I was evil myself. I could feel it coming just like a tide... I just want to destroy them. But when you start taking pleasure in it you are awfully close to the thing you're fighting. | inspirational | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 5dc426a | In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 3ea0c7a | Have I mentioned you are the hottest geek I've ever known ? | J.R. Ward | ||
| d74a8e7 | The crowd, having been promised nothing, felt cheated, having received nothing. | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| 7d2a634 | To others, the universe seems decent because decent people have gelded eyes. That is why they fear lewdness. They are never frightened by the crowing of a rooster or when strolling under a starry heaven. In general, people savor the "pleasures of the flesh" only on condition that they be insipid. But as of then, no doubt existed for me: I did not care for what is known as "pleasures of the flesh" because they really are insipid; I cared onl.. | Georges Bataille | ||
| 00ec186 | I cut a glance to him, and his eyes were still on me. It occurred to me why they call it . | John Green | ||
| 16a868b | Nobody gets anybody else, not really. We're all stuck inside ourselves. | page-244 john-green turtles-all-the-way-down | John Green | |
| a7ef9ef | and we're just chatting and then I'm in the middle of a sentence about analogies or something and like a hawk he reaches down and he honks my boob. HONK. A much-too-firm, two- to three-second HONK. And the first thing I thought was Okay, how do I extricate this claw from my boob before it leaves permanent marks? and the second thing I thought was God, I can't wait to tell Takumi and the Colonel. | John Green | ||
| 7c8e8bc | Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager." "Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow." | John Green | ||
| 7cc4cab | The problem exactly is that she dumped me. That I'm alone. Oh my God, I'm alone again. And not only that, but I'm a total failure in case you haven't noticed. I'm washed up. I'm former. Formerly the boyfriend of Katherine XIX. Formerly a prodigy. Formerly full of potential. Currently full of shit. | John Green | ||
| 2a316b7 | But as for me: I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, because I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can be is me. | John Green | ||
| 15d555a | The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible. | John Green | ||
| f5c0bfc | And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation. Everything that mattered except one lousy picture was in the trash, but it felt so great. I started jogging, wanting to put even more distance between myself and school. It is so hard to leave--until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world. | John Green | ||
| 38b120c | Some people think they have discernment when actually they are just suspicious.. Suspicion comes out of the unrenewed mind; discernment comes out of the renewed spirit. | suspicion | Joyce Meyer | |
| 5403daa | Ghost?" St. Vincent shot him an incredulous glance. "Christ. You're not serious, are you?" "I'm a Gypsy," Cam replied matter-of-factly. "Of course I believe in ghosts." "Only half Gypsy. Which led me to assume that the rest of you was at least marginally sane and rational." "The other half is Irish," Cam said a touch apologetically. "Christ," St. Vincent said again, shaking his head as he strode away." | Lisa Kleypas | ||
| 7fb9082 | I rarely dislike people for things they can't change, they usually give me sufficient cause to dislike them for other reasons. | Lisa Kleypas | ||
| 2990b7a | I never want to be apart from you," he said. "I'm going to buy an island and take you there. A ship will come once a month with supplies. The rest of the time it will be just the two of us, wearing leaves and eating exotic fruit and making love on the beach . . ." You'd start a produce export business and organize a local economy within a month," she said flatly. Harry groaned as he recognized the truth of it. "God. Why do you tolerate me?".. | romance | Lisa Kleypas | |
| 32ae506 | and so he tried to accept the ache in his heart as what Dr. Larch would call the common symptoms of normal life. | John Irving | ||
| 5b7b5f6 | All men are liars, said Roberta Muldoon, who knew this was true because she had once been a man. | transgender | John Irving | |
| d801a5e | Explain to me why it is more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle than a dozen at dinner. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 6cc90b0 | Who makes the world? Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. Perhaps it simply is, has been, will always be there...a clock without a craftsman. | watchmen | Alan Moore | |
| 7f470e7 | I wish I could say when Michael's dark eyes met mind, I was completely cool and collected about seeing him again after all this time, and that I laughed airily and said all the right things. I wish I could say after having pretty much single-handedly brought democracy to a country I happen to be a princess of, and written a four-hundred-page romance novel, and gotten into every college to which I applied (even if it's just because I'm a pri.. | princess | Meg Cabot | |
| e8039ce | Late last night and the night before, tommyknockers, tommyknockers knocking on my door. I wanna go out, don't know if I can 'cuz I'm so afraid of the tommyknocker man. | Stephen King | ||
| 3730ace | Religion is the theological equivalent of a quick-buck insurance scam, where you pay in your premium year after year, and then, when you need the benefits you paid for so--pardon the pun--so religiously, you discover the company that took your money does not, in fact, exist. | Stephen King | ||
| 55ef4bb | Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up | bill grownups stephen-king it pennywise childhood horror | Stephen King | |
| 2066d3f | The love of libraries, like most loves, must be learned. | library | Alberto Manguel | |
| acf53b1 | Then one morning she'd begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn't remember which side her father had parted his hair on, and she'd realized again what she'd learned at five when her mother left - that what made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting the small things first, the s.. | grief sorrow endure forgetting remembering memory | Ron Rash |