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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 83e8257 | Libros! !Libros! Hace aqui una palabra magica que equivale a decir: "amor, amor", y que debian los pueblos pedir como piden pan o como anhelan la lluvia para sus sementeras. Cuando el insigne escritor ruso Fedor Dostoyevsky, padre de la revolucion rusa mucho mas que Lenin estaba prisionero en la Siberia, alejado del mundo, entre cuatro paredes y cercado por desoladas llanuras de nieve infinita; y pedia socorro en carta a su lejana familia, .. | Federico García Lorca | ||
| 2fc72f9 | When you visualized a man or a woman carefully, you could always begin to feel pity . . . that was a quality God's image carried with it . . . when you saw the lines at the corners of the eyes, the shape of the mouth, how the hair grew, it was impossible to hate. Hate was just a failure of imagination. | hatred imagination | Graham Greene | |
| 7f113a7 | Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats 5 Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question ... 10 Oh, do not ask, "What is it?" Let us go and m.. | T.S. Eliot | ||
| bf21405 | Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it." | Bram Stoker | ||
| 8578885 | But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together. | strength together-in-spirit together purpose strong | Bram Stoker | |
| e68e6ff | Love does not traffic in a marketplace, nor use a huckster's scales. Its joy, like the joy of the intellect, is to feel itself alive. The aim of Love is to love: no more, and no less. You were my enemy: such an enemy as no man ever had. I had given you all my life, and to gratify the lowest and most contemptible of all human passions, hatred and vanity and greed, you had thrown it away. In less than three years you had entirely ruined me in.. | life love inspirational | Oscar Wilde | |
| a58fb00 | He found himself wanting to write poetry about how her blue eyes were like starlight and her hair like night, because "night" and "starlight" rhymed, but he had a feeling the poem wouldn't turn out that well..." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| a2de504 | As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn't help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about having been his closest friend. Luke, she thought with a pang. Surely he couldn't be sad -- or even grieved? But then again, perhaps everyone should have someone to grieve for them, and there was no one else to grieve for Valentine. | grief death city-of-glass valentine-morgenstern luke-garroway the-mortal-instruments | Cassandra Clare | |
| bc02593 | Everyone's death means something, | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 434ca03 | Don't screech like that. You'll wake the dead. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 227dae6 | very funny my sarcastic friend | jace | Cassandra Clare | |
| 55fb492 | But that's what you're doing, isn't it? You're part of the fight just as much as the Shadowhunters on the ship--and I know you can take some of my strength, I've heard of warlocks doing that--so I'm offering. Take it. It's yours. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 5c44104 | Glory?....Glory belongs to God alone. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 5496b90 | Never mind that," said Will. "I'm boasting of my investigative skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption. Where was I?" | Cassandra Clare | ||
| e7edbe7 | Strangely, what pierced his heart and mind most sharply was not the memory of her lips under his at the ball, but the way she had leaned into his neck, as if she trusted him utterly. He would have given everything he had in the world and everything he would ever have, just to lie beside her in the narrow infirmary bed and hold her while she slept. Pulling away from her had been like pulling his own skin off, but he'd had to do it. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 1c3cf08 | They had just showed up, Amatis had said. Which meant Simon had spent the night at Isabelle's. She stared at him. He didn't any different. | isabelle-lightwood simon-lewis | Cassandra Clare | |
| fcb0aaf | Hugo is a raven,and, as such he knows many things. I, meanwhile, am Hodge Starkweathe, a professor of history, as such, I do not know nearly enough. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| fc69f63 | Will began to straighten up, to turn away from the bed. And as he did, he felt something wrap tightly around his wrist. He glanced down and saw Jem's hand braceleting his own. For a moment he was too shocked to do anything but stare. "I am not dead yet, Will," Jem said in a soft voice, thin but as strong as wire. "What did Magnus mean by asking you if I knew you were in love with Tessa?" -- | tessa-gray will-herondale | Cassandra Clare | |
| 0df1439 | Jem?" he said. 'It is you, James?' 'Who else?' Jem's voice." | wem no | Cassandra Clare | |
| 07ec186 | Cristina looked after Emma, her hand going to the pendant at her own throat. It was silver, in the shape of a circle with a rose inside it. The rose was wrapped around with thorny briars. Words were written in Latin on the back: she didn't need to look at them to know them. She'd known them all her life. Blessed be the Angel my strength who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight. The rose for Rosales, the words for Raziel, the Ang.. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| a598edd | Grief can be so bad you can't breathe, but that's what it means to be human. We lose, we suffer, but we have to keep breathing. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| b2dd135 | She did not belong to Will-she was too much herself to belong to anyone, even Jem-but she belonged with them, and silently he cursed the Consul for not seeing it. | page-260 clockwork-princess tessa-gray jem-carstairs will-herondale | Cassandra Clare | |
| 981bea7 | To be given dominion over another is a hard thing; to wrest dominion over another is a wrong thing; to give dominion of yourself to another is a wicked thing. | slavery | Toni Morrison | |
| 59162ef | Today is always here,' said Sethe. 'Tomorrow, never. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 3e46a45 | Animals can be driven crazy by placing too many in too small a pen. Homo sapiens is the only animal that voluntarily does this to himself. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| 8e44123 | The road to hell is paved with unbought stuffed animals | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 1c03a58 | I had gone to no such place but to the smoke of cafes and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all there was, and the strange excitement of waking and not knowing who it was with you, and the world all unreal in the dark and so exciting that you must resume again unknowing and not caring in the night, sure that this was all and all and all and not .. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 0cc32c9 | When is the night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply when you realize that you have to? | Rachel Cohn David Levithan | ||
| 8eb2f14 | On the chessboard of his godforsaken existence, the pieces were lined up, the play preordained. Man, so many times in life you didn't get to pick your path because the way you went was decided for you. Free will was such bullshit. -Vishous's thoughts | J.R. Ward | ||
| 64ce439 | Courtesy of their tempers, both were now dressed in the Captain Asshole costume--which included, for no extra charge, the cape of disgrace, the booties of shame, and keys to the Fuck Up mobile. | humor tohrment | J.R. Ward | |
| 06c432e | In a quiet voice, he said, "How long's this been going on for you? With her." John took out a small pad he'd brought with him and wrote: After Rehv read the scribble, he frowned. "She feel the same way?" John did not drop his eyes as he shook his head. No sense hiding shit. Not with a Rehv nodded once. "That's so like her. Goddamn it...okay, let's do this." | rehv lover-mine rehvenge jr-ward | J.R. Ward | |
| 150a30d | 1. I am superior to others. Circle one: Doesn't apply to me. Partially applies to me. Fully applies to me. And: I would not feel sorry if someone were blamed for something I did. Circle one: Doesn't apply to me. Partially applies to me. Fully applies to me. | lisa-scottoline | Lisa Scottoline | |
| c96ddc8 | The champagne was dead. So it goes. | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| 51fadb5 | Now lend me your ears. Here is Creative Writing 101: 1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted. 2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for. 3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water. 4. Every sentence must do one of two things--reveal character or advance the action. 5. Start as close to the end as possible. 6. Be a sad.. | Kurt Vonnegut jr. | ||
| ea82cd4 | My earliest memories of my father are of seeing him work at his desk and realizing that he was happy. I did not know it then, but that was one of the most precious gifts a father can give his child. | Malcolm Gladwell | ||
| d1bb5e3 | Slaves sing most when they are most unhappy. The songs of the slave represent the sorrows of his heart; and he is relieved by them, only as an aching heart is relieved by its tears. | Frederick Douglass | ||
| ef28683 | There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed. | John Green | ||
| 2650d0e | People are supposed to care. It's good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they're gone. | people life | John Green | |
| ee51dff | When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorr.. | sorrow | Khalil Gibran | |
| 30c1e5b | she starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see... | Zora Neale Hurston | ||
| b53a27a | Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world? | Zelda Fitzgerald | ||
| 34f5762 | In a real sense all life is inter-related. All men are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be, and you can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be... This is the inter-related structure of reality. | Martin Luther King Jr. | ||
| 058ab00 | Find a voice in a whisper. | life | Martin Luther King Jr. | |
| ad815ae | To live at all is miracle enough. | miracle living miracles | Mervyn Peake |