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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 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 | |
| 69e40ad | He knew I'd seen everything in that alley, that I'd stood there and done nothing. He knew that I'd betrayed him and yet he was rescuing me once again, maybe for the last time. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| 21a5905 | My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice. | no-maj screenplay wand wizard | J.K. Rowling | |
| 60601ea | there are shadows because there are hills. | shadow | E.M. Forster | |
| a91d638 | While her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea | heart tea | E.M. Forster | |
| 15d62ec | Like Lincoln, I would like to believe the ballot is stronger than the bullet. Then again, he said that before he got shot. | Sarah Vowell | ||
| ff1ff65 | It real, isn't it? It's not a joke? Petunia says you're lying to me. Petunia says there isn't a Hogwarts. It real, isn't it?" "It's real for us," said Snape. "Not for her." | severus-snape | J.K. Rowling | |
| c392b4e | Wands are only as powerful as the wizards who use them. Some wizards just like to boast that theirs are bigger and better than other people's. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 3b2ad57 | Well, I dreamed I was playing Quidditch the other night,' said Ron, screwing up his face in an effort to remember. 'What d'you reckon that means?' 'Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something,' said Harry. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 3332e90 | But Dobby shouted, "You shall not harm Harry Potter! ... He got up, face livid, and pulled out his wand, but Dobby raised a long, threatening finger. "You shall go now," he said fiercely, pointing down at Mr. Malfoy. "You shall not touch Harry Potter. You shall go now." | harry-potter inspiring coolest dobby best-quotes-ever j-k-rowling powerful | J.K. Rowling | |
| 287c90e | The word "metaphor" means carrying something from one place to another . . . and it is when you describe something by using a word for something that it isn't. This means that the word "metaphor" is a metaphor. I think it should be called a lie because a pig is not like a day and people people do not have skeletons in their cupboards. And when I try and make a picture of the phrase in my head it just confuses me because imagining and apple .. | Mark Haddon | ||
| c486f35 | I cry to you, my Lord, my rock! Do not be deaf to me, for if you are silent, I shall go down to the pit like the rest. Hear my voice raised in petition as I cry to you for help, as I raise my hands, my Lord, toward your holy of holies. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 7641444 | Spending time with you showed me what I've been missing in my life. The more time we spent together, the more I could imagine it lasting in the future. That's never happened to me before, and I'm not sure it'll ever happen again. I've never been in love with anyone before you came along -- not real love anyway...not like this. And I'd be a fool if I let you slip away without a fight | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 28b5ba9 | The way I see it, life is a jelly doughnut. You don't really know what it's about until you bite into it. And then, just when you decided it's good, you drop a big glob of jelly on your best T-shirt. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 66c051e | If I gave you a pity position it wouldn't be in my office. | romance ranger | 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. | woman memory | 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.. | music tv interesting radio | 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. | j-d-salinger holden-caulfield | 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. | magic people goals waiting thinking | Hermann Hesse | |
| 0b50331 | Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside. | dark broken depressing relatable first-sentence 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. " | pg149 rhysand feyre | 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.. | sarah-j-maas feyre tamlin lucien | 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 fellatio graphic-sex-scene mature-content new-adult-fiction fake-marketing pornographic new-adult-romance rough-sex new-adult erotic-romance erotica sexuality | Sarah J. Maas | |
| d1cdc71 | At last Niko dropped his hands, and opened his eyes. His perfect tree illusion solidified and settled. "Very nice," said Briar with approval. "Couldn't have done better myself" "Couldn't do it at all yourself," muttered Tris. Briar ignored her. "But you'd never find a cork oak in these parts. Too cold." Niko looked down his nose at the boy. "I beg your pardon?" | niko tris | tamora pierce |