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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 66c051e | If I gave you a pity position it wouldn't be in my office. | ranger romance | Janet Evanovich | |
| 2246a07 | Coming back is the thing that enables you to see how all the dots in your life are connected, how one decision leads you another, how one twist of fate, good or bad, brings you to a door that later takes you to another door, which aided by several detours--long hallways and unforeseen stairwells--eventually puts you in the place you are now. | memory woman | Ann Patchett | |
| 24fab97 | What's burning down is a re-creation of a period revival house patterned after a copy of a copy of a copy of a mock Tudor big manor house. It's a hundred generations removed from anything original, but the truth is aren't we all? | indiviuality | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 14b8e8e | No one wants to admit we're addicted to music. That's just not possible. No one's addicted to music and television and radio. We just need more of it, more channels, a larger screen, more volume. We can't bear to be without it, but no, nobody's addicted. We could turn it off anytime we wanted. I fit a window frame into a brick wall. With a little brush, the size for fingernail polish, I glue it. The window is the size of a fingernail. The g.. | interesting music radio tv | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 0bfbf45 | We women, when we're searching for a meaning to our lives or for the path of knowledge, always identify with one of four classic archetypes. The Virgin (and I'm not speaking here of a sexual virgin) is the one whose search springs from her complete independence, and everything she learns is the fruit of her ability to face challenges alone. The Martyr finds her way to self-knowledge through pain, surrender and suffering. The Saint finds he.. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| be4b826 | To live is to experience things, not sit around pondering the meaning of life. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| d63f90b | Remember that wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure. You've got to find the treasure, so that everything you have learned along the way can make sense. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| c484cc0 | You can't exist in this world with such strong likes and dislikes. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 0e97fb4 | Why are you breaking down, incidentally? I mean if you're able to go into a collapse with all your might, why can't you use the same energy to stay well and busy? | J.D. Salinger | ||
| e11adb3 | I was surrounded by phonies...They were coming in the goddam window. | holden-caulfield j-d-salinger | J.D. Salinger | |
| 5335fd8 | Always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 6539e85 | Everyone can perform magic, everyone can reach his goals, if he is able to think, if he is able to wait, if he is able to fast. | goals magic people thinking waiting | Hermann Hesse | |
| 0b50331 | Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside. | broken dark depressing first-sentence relatable sad | Sarah J. Maas | |
| c81af06 | I waited for the fear to hit; waited for my body to shriek to find a way to get out of this dinner, but ... nothing. Maybe it'd be a mercy to be ended-- A broad hand gripped my face--gently enough not to hurt, but hard enough to make me look at him. "Don't you think that," Rhysand hissed, his eyes livid. " | feyre pg149 rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ec5a1ba | Feyre Archeron,' the Suriel said again, gazing at the leafy canopy, the sky peeking through it. A painful inhale. 'A request.' I leaned close. 'Anything.' Another rattling breath. 'Leave this world...a better place than how you found it.' And as its chest rose and stopped altogether, as its breath escaped in one last sigh, I understood why the Suriel had come to help me, again and again. Not just for kindness...but because it was a dreamer... | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 53a0d8b | And... And I love him enough to want him to find someone who can truly love him like he deserves. And I love myself... I love myself enough to not want to settle until I find that person, too. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 6234aed | TERRASEN REMEMBERS EVALIN ASHRYVER. DO YOU? I FOUGHT AT MISTWARD FOR YOUR PEOPLE. RETURN THE GODS-DAMNED FAVOR. | pg681 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| a9cc374 | A queen who owned her body, her life, her destiny, and never apologized for it. | mor | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 2edfbc3 | If you can learn to endure pain, you can survive anything. Some people learn to embrace it--to love it. Some endure it through drowning it in sorrow, or by making themselves forget. Others turn it into anger. But Ansel let her pain become hate, and let it consume her until she became something else entirely--a person I don't think she ever wished to be | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 11dea10 | God afternoon," I said cheerfully, with an especially saccharine smile for the High Lord. He blinked at me, and both of the faerie men murmured their greetings as I took a seat across from Lucien, not my usual place facing Tamlin. I drank deeply from my goblet of water before piling food on my plate. I savored the tense silence as I consumed the meal before me. "You look . . . refreshed," Lucien observed with a glance at Tamlin. I shrugge.. | feyre lucien sarah-j-maas tamlin | Sarah J Maas | |
| 36d24e3 | so I leaned down and put my mouth on him. He jerked at the contact with a barked, "Shit," and I laughed around him, even as I took him deeper into my mouth. His hands were now fisted in the sheets, white-knuckled as I slid my tongue over him, grazing slightly with my teeth. His groan was fire to my blood." | adult-material erotic-content erotic-fantasies erotic-fantasy erotic-romance erotica fake-marketing fellatio graphic-sex-scene mature-content new-adult new-adult-fiction new-adult-romance pornographic rough-sex sexuality | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 3796d7b | Ew.' 'Yeah,' Claire said. 'I need a shower.' 'I don't think a shower's going to cut it. Maybe fire hoses, and those brushes they use on elephants.' Eve stepped back and offered Shane a hand up as he finally got untangled. 'Speaking of elephants, you sounded like a herd of something coming down the stairs,' he said. 'What the hell are your shoes made of? Hooves? | eve-rosser shane-collins | Rachel Caine | |
| d487216 | I've won Satan's lottery. | vampires | Christopher Moore | |
| 2952118 | In the silence I heard Bastet, who had retreated under the bed, carrying on a mumbling, profane monologue. (If you ask how I knew it was profane, I presume you have never owned a cat.) | Elizabeth Peters | ||
| d9b518b | I was caught between going yippy-skippy i get to play with them both, and running like hell. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| b7340b5 | Never throw stones if you think they're going to come back and hit you. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 1aee5e6 | He looked rather pleasantly, like a blonde satan. | Dashiell Hammett | ||
| ad3cbeb | You call it hope -- that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire. | poetry | Edgar Allan Poe | |
| ebdebe0 | There are no evil thoughts except one; the refusal to think. | Ayn Rand | ||
| a2371b8 | Actually we did not have the feelings we said we had until we spoke them--at least I didn't; to phrase them was to invent them and own them. | Philip Roth | ||
| 6210512 | Measured against eternity, our time on earth is just a blink of an eye, but the consequences of it will last forever. | Rick Warren | ||
| 9db08b8 | If we are to feel the positive feelings of love, happiness, trust, and gratitude, we periodically also have to feel anger, sadness, fear, and sorrow. | relationships | John Gray | |
| 6452b3a | We are made in the image of God; we carry within us the desire for our true life of intimacy and adventure. To say we want less than that is to lie. | John Eldredge | ||
| e9254a9 | One of the most poisonous of all Satan's whispers is simply, "Things will never change." That lie kills expectation, trapping our heart forever in the present. To keep desire alive and flourishing, we must renew our vision for what lies ahead. Things will not always be like this. Jesus has promised to "make all things new." Eye has not seen, ear has not heard all that God has in store for his lovers, which does not mean "we have no clue so .. | John Eldredge | ||
| 103646c | I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| eb20966 | As you care less about what people think of you, you will care more about what others think of themselves. | Stephen R. Covey | ||
| e7dfa51 | Admission of ignorance is often the first step in our education. | education ignorance | Stephen R. Covey | |
| b71f526 | What is the point? We assume that every time we do anything we know what the consequences will be, i.e., more or less what we intend them to be. This is not only not always correct. It is wildly, crazily, stupidly, cross-eyed-blithering-insectly wrong! | Douglas Adams | ||
| 1c6b062 | I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew: Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew. Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea, And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a Golden Tree. Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone, In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion. There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years, While here beyond the Sundering Seas now .. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 17e086c | Why should a man be scorned, if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if, when he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers and prison-walls? The world outside has not become less real because the prisoner cannot see it. In using Escape in this way the critics have chosen the wrong word, and, what is more, they are confusing, not always by sincere error, the Escape of the Prisoner with the F.. | fantasy inspirational | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| b35a57b | I kept running around it in large or small circles, always looking for someone or something able to convince me of my Belovedness. Self-rejection is the greatest enemy of the spiritual life because it contradicts the sacred voice that calls us the "Beloved". Being the Beloved expresses the core truth of our existence." | self-rejection | Henri J.M. Nouwen | |
| d46598d | We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us. | Anne Rice | ||
| f48feb1 | No offense, Dorian. Oh, what the hell, take all the offense you want, it's not like I give a shit. (Savitar) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 0fc36bd | Without a word or hesitation, Pain took the mop from Nick. Suffering moved to pick up glass. "Wow. Where have you two been all my life?" Pain quirked and eyebrow as he mopped the floor. "Walking hand in hand with you. Haven't you noticed?" | suffering | Sherrilyn Kenyon |