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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8415f0e | I don't understand why it's a sin if you love something and want to keep it from having to suffer. | suffering | Jodi Picoult | |
| d861381 | There is no one truth. There's only what happened, based on how you perceive it. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| aa65c2a | Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own. | James Joyce | ||
| 4aec2df | Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine. | ulysses offal james-joyce meat | James Joyce | |
| b347a79 | I don't think you fully understand the public, my friend; in this country, when something is out of order, then the quickest way to get it fixed is the best way. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 2c49fc6 | In your reading, find books to improve your color sense, your sense of shape and size in the world. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| d1cd904 | The television is 'real'. It is immediate, it has dimension. It tells you what to think and blasts it in. It must be right. It seems so right. It rushes you on so quickly to its own conclusions your mind hasn't time to protest, 'What nonsense!'. | television manipulation media | Ray Bradbury | |
| 82a3b17 | Here's the thing, say Shug. The thing I believe. God is inside you and inside everybody else. You come into the world with God. But only them that search for it inside find it. And sometimes it just manifest itself even if you not looking, or don't know what you looking for. Trouble do it for most folks, I think. Sorrow, lord. Feeling like shit. It? I ast. Yeah, It. God ain't a he or a she, but a It. But what do it look like? I ast. Don't l.. | god the-color-purple | Alice Walker | |
| 0ad1244 | I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| ce9fd16 | I am a creature of my pen. My pen is the best of me. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| 3d12c87 | Yeah, right. Life is a soul-sucking test that you either survive or you fail. Personally, I think failure blows, so I intend to survive and laugh my ass off at all the losers. (Nick) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 8b145f9 | As Ash left the house, the back door slammed shut, catching the tail end of his long black coat. Ash jerked to a stop and cursed. Nick howled with laughter at the sight of Acheron trapped.) Don't it take the bad-ass right out of you? (Nick) (Ash arched a brow. The door opened by itself, freeing his coat, then it slammed shut again. Nick sobered instantly.) And that puts it right back in you. (Nick) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| e7dc36b | Everyone cries sometimes, Tory. There are some pains that run too deep for even the strongest to take without breaking. I don't think any less of you for it. (Acheron) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| a763e08 | But, Bubba? Aren't you and Mark friends? (Nick) Ah, hell no. Mark's not my friend, he's my minion. (Bubba) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 54e05c9 | Do I dazzle you?" I voiced my curiosity impulsively, and then the words were out, and it was too late to recall them. But before I had time to too deeply regret speaking the words aloud, she answered "Frequently." And her cheeks took on a faint pink glow. I dazzled her. My silent heart swelled with a hope more intense than I could ever remember having felt before." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 8439162 | And I started to cry again, realizing that it must be changing him, too, this man who was kind enough to be a soul but strong as only a human could be. | wanda | Stephenie Meyer | |
| c20c3f8 | Whatever end found us, it would not find us separated. -- Bella Cullen | love | Stephenie Meyer | |
| b8bb39f | I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 86a9224 | There is nothing that cuts you down to size like coming to some strange and marvelous place where no one even stops to notice that you stare about you. | Richard Adams | ||
| 763a168 | Nowadays you have to be a scientist if you want to be a killer. No, no, I was neither. Ladies and gentleman of the jury, the majority of sex offenders that hanker for some throbbing, sweet-moaning, physical but not necessarily coital, relation with a girl-child, are innocuous, inadequate, passive, timid strangers who merely ask the community to allow them to pursue their practically harmless, so-called aberrant behavior, their little hot we.. | poets pedophilia soldiers | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| fb1fa02 | Theoretically there is no absolute proof that one's awakening in the morning (the finding oneself again in the saddle of one's personality) is not really a quite unprecedented event, a perfectly original birth. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| e5ad734 | So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams are hid from us, you see. The joinery. The way in which the world is made. We have no way to know what could be taken away. What omitted. We have no way to tell what might stand and what might fall. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 312779f | One day | Richard Brautigan | ||
| cafc5c7 | Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream. I'm not, she said. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 17230cf | Dios mio, I think my brother lost his balls somewhere between here and Mexico. Or maybe Brittany has them zipped inside that fancy purse (of hers). | humour rules-of-attraction | Simone Elkeles | |
| 4e020aa | It's the music that pulls me in and makes me forget about my problems at home. Music is my drug, the one thing that makes me numb. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| f4cff9c | Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. | love-story lovers destiny love wisdom destination journeys | William Shakespeare | |
| fcbea22 | My invite must have gotten lost in the mail," she said venomously. "But I don't mind crashing this party. -Maximum Ride talking to Max II" | James Patterson | ||
| d2045e8 | I had to give him props, but how annoying of him to be a hero when I was trying so hard to dislike him. It was downright selfish. | James Patterson | ||
| 092208f | Take the blinders from your vision take the padding from your ears | poetry-quotes | Maya Angelou | |
| 3798650 | What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave? | Emily Brontë | ||
| f0de6e5 | It was a meditation on life, love, old age, death: ideas that had often fluttered around her head like nocturnal birds but dissolved into a trickle of feathers when she tried to catch hold of them. | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| 6201cfa | It was the time when they loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other mortal trails, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore. | love | Gabriel García Márquez | |
| 499f26b | It was the year they fell into devastating love. Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the other, and wait for letters with the same impatience they felt when they answered them. | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| edd39e0 | Should you fail to pilot your own ship, don't be surprised at what inappropriate port you find yourself docked. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 0ef6b25 | And the great owners, who must lose their land in an upheaval, the great owners with access to history, with eyes to read history and to know the great fact: when property accumulates in too few hands it is taken away. And that companion fact: when a majority of the people are hungry and cold they will take by force what they need. And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit th.. | owners the-grapes-of-wrath john-steinbeck revolt land | John Steinbeck | |
| bf7abc0 | Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world. | wisdom | Charles Dickens | |
| cdae8ff | You must know,' said Estella, condescending to me as a beautiful and brilliant woman might, 'that I have no heart--if that has anything to do with my memory.' I got through some jargon to the effect that I took the liberty of doubting that. That I knew better. That there could be no such beauty without it. 'Oh! I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in, I have no doubt,' said Estella, 'and, of course, if it ceased to beat I should cease .. | Charles Dickens | ||
| bc436df | Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin, and the red dawn. Forth, Eorlingas! | J. R. R. Tolkein | ||
| 9a61f2b | I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 2e886d2 | Wrinkles and bones, white hair and diamonds: I can't wait. | Truman Capote | ||
| fc78123 | The trouble with most forms of transport, he thought, is basically one of them not being worth all the bother. On Earth -- when there had been an Earth, before it was demolished to make way for a new hyperspace bypass -- the problem had been with cars. The disadvantages involved in pulling lots of black sticky slime from out of the ground where it had been safely hidden out of harm's way, turning it into tar to cover the land with, smoke to.. | trouble | Douglas Adams | |
| 4e1a8ec | The power of one is above all things the power to believe in yourself, ofen well beyond any latent ability you may have previously demonstrated. The mind is the athlete, the body is simply the means it uses to run faster or longer, jump higher, shoot straighter, kick better, swim harder, hit further, or box better. | Bryce Courtenay | ||
| ac95af4 | To read fiction means to play a game by which we give sense to the immensity of things that happened, are happening, or will happen in the actual world. By reading narrative, we escape the anxiety that attacks us when we try to say something true about the world. This is the consoling function of narrative -- the reason people tell stories, and have told stories from the beginning of time. | escape reading fiction interpretation real-world narrative escapism storytelling | Umberto Eco |