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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4aa4af5 | Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don't know it is raining. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 0c4536f | Nobody's going to win all the time. On the highway of life you can't always be in the fast lane. | competition life | Haruki Murakami | |
| 1600358 | You're really cute, Midori," I corrected myself. "What do you mean really cute?" "So cute the mountains crumble and the oceans dry up." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| a5272e6 | Let me tell you something, Mari. The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you. And once that happens, you've had it: things'll never be the same. All you can do is go on, living alone down there in the darkness... | Haruki Murakami | ||
| f1db10d | Walter Issacson biographer of Steve Jobs: I remember sitting in his backyard in his garden, one day, and he started talking about God. He [Jobs] said, " Sometimes I believe in God, sometimes I don't. I think it's 50/50, maybe. But ever since I've had cancer, I've been thinking about it more, and I find myself believing a bit more, maybe it's because I want to believe in an afterlife, that when you die, it doesn't just all disappear. The wis.. | apple god steve-jobs | Walter Isaacson | |
| bfadf32 | Rosie: What the hell was that silence? Steph: It sounds like something I'd like. It sounded nice. Rosie: It was. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 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. | james-joyce meat offal ulysses | 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 | ||
| 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 | ||
| e052adf | Everybody has a 'gripping stranger' in their lives, Andy, a stranger who unwittingly possesses a bizarre hold over you. Maybe it's the kid in cut-offs who mows your lawn or the woman wearing White Shoulders who stamps your book at the library--a stranger who, if you were to come home and find a message from them on your answering machine saying 'Drop everything. I love you. Come away with me now to Florida,' you'd follow them. | love | Douglas Coupland | |
| 4cc1c86 | We fear that which we cannot see. | Tite Kubo | ||
| 9f53534 | Rosethorn had gone to her room the moment Niko started to cough. Now she returned with her syrup and a firm look in her eye. "I thought you were having trouble last night. Drink this." She poured some into a cup and held it out to him. Niko looked at it as if she offered him rotten fish. "I am fine. I am per-" He couldn't even finish the sentence for coughing. "It's not bad," said Tris, crossing her fingers behind her back. "Really, tastes .. | niko tris | Tamora Pierce | |
| dd67182 | I bet his mother was a wyvern. -Scamp | Tamora Pierce | ||
| 2fb1205 | There's only one great evil in the world today. Despair. | evil world | Evelyn Waugh | |
| ad5ec21 | All the way up the river she's been holding back somehow, waiting. Now you'll both have to wait. I'm not going to disappoint her, Kit. When I take you on board the Witch, it's going to be for keeps. | Elizabeth George Speare | ||
| a4dae5b | Odd's fish, m'dear! The man can't even tie his own cravat! | Baroness Emmuska Orczy | ||
| 5f90eb3 | I am a greaser," Sodapop chanted. "I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man, do I have fun!" "Greaser...greaser...greaser..."Steve singsonged. "O, victim of enviornment, underprivelaged, rotton no-count hood!" Juvenile delinquent, you're no good!" Darry shouted. Get thee hence, white trash," Two-Bit said in asnobbish voice. "I am a Soc. I am the privelage.. | soc the-outsiders | S.E. Hinton | |
| b568af0 | You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' --Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer. | T. S. Eliot | ||
| c0b39cb | If you can't be a good example, then be a terrible warning. | Jennifer Crusie | ||
| dcd0023 | Emilio appeared with wine before Cal could say anything, and Min beamed at him, grateful for the rescue. "Emilio, my darling. I forgot to mention cake boxes. Two hundred cake boxes." "Already on it," Emilio said. "Nonna said you'd need them. She said to get four-inch-square boxes for three-inch-square cakes." "I'm getting the boxes," Min said, nodding. "Sure. Great. Fine. Your grandmother is an angel and you are my hero. And of course, a ge.. | humor jennifer-crusie | Jennifer Crusie | |
| de7bee1 | Why can't these American women stay in their own country? They are always telling us that it is the paradise for women. It is. That is the reason why, like Eve, they are so excessively anxious to get out of it. | escape eve humor paradise sarcasm women | Oscar Wilde | |
| 7e83330 | The aim of life is self-development. To realise one's nature perfectly-that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to one's self. Of course they are charitable. They feed the hungry, and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 3568a89 | If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yours passes, you are not going to Idris." (Jace Wayland)" | Cassandra Clare | ||
| f6c1814 | Sebastian sighed an exaggerated sigh and swung the door shut. Clary stared at Jace. "What the f-" "Language, Fray." Jace's eyes danced. "Relax." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| dd6ea9e | HOUSE RULES [at the Praetor Lupus Headquarters] No shape-shifting in the hallways. No howling. No silver. Clothing must be worn at all times. ALL TIMES. No fighting. No biting. Mark all your food before you put it in the communal refrigerator. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 3fc0140 | Simon's band never actually produced any music. Mostly they sat around in Simon's living room, fighting about potential names and band logos. She sometimes wondered if any of them could actually play an instrument. 'What's on the table?' 'We're choosing between Sea Vegetable Conspiracy and Rock Solid Panda.' Clary shook her head. 'Those are both terrible.' 'Eric suggested Lawn Chair Crisis.' 'Maybe Eric should stick to gaming.' 'But th.. | clary-fray eric lawn-chair-crisis names simon-lewis | Cassandra Clare | |
| 540cf71 | I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cell." (Jace)" | Cassandra Clare | ||
| c0c80f4 | You know, some people think Shadowhunters are just myths. Like mummies and genies." Kyle grinned at Jace. "Can you grant wishes?" The fact that Kyle had just class Clary cute did not seem to have endeared him to Jace, whose face had tightened alarmingly. "That depends," he said. "Do you wish to be punched in the face?" | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 8185953 | Mothers, lock up your daughters, then lock up your maidservants, then lock up yourselves. Lord Montgomery is on the prowl." ... "My lord," she said, her eyes shining. "I fear I can no longer withstand your manly charms and virile ways. Please do with me as you will." Simon wasn't sure what Lord Montgomery would do, but he knew what wanted to do." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 69940fe | Huh," said Kit, thinking of the Cold Peace. "Are you a prisoner?" "No," said the faerie. "I'm Mark's lover." Oh, Kit thought. The person he went into Faerie to save. He tried to stifle a look of amusement at the way faeries talked. Intellectually, he knew the word "lover" was part of traditional speech, but he couldn't help it: He was from Los Angeles, and as far as he was concerned, Kieran had just said, Hello, I have sex with Mark Blackth.. | kieran kit-rook lord-of-shadows mark-blackthorn | Cassandra Clare | |
| 50a2c94 | To them, as to Magnus, time was like rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted. Until you loved a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser's hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through your fingers. | magnus-bane mortal pass precious taken-for-granted time year | Cassandra Clare | |
| 616a912 | Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read. I would read them together with you, as many as I can, before I die. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 21d61d3 | Years later Magnus would return to London and Camille Belcourt's side, and find it not all that he had dreamed. Years later another desperate Herondale boy with blue, blue eyes would come to his door, shaking with the cold of the rain and his own wretchedness, and this one Magnus would be able to help. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| b89594c | the hopelessness that comes from knowing too little and feeling too much (so brittle, so dry he is in danger of the reverse: feeling nothing and knowing everything) | Toni Morrison | ||
| fe7b2e6 | Any group is weaker than a man alone unless they are perfectly trained to work together. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| 4cee177 | From then on, Matilda would visit the library only once a week in order to take out new books and return the old ones. Her own small bedroom now became her reading-room and there she would sit and read most afternoons, often with a mug of hot chocolate beside her. She was not quite tall enough to reach things around in the kitchen, but she kept a small box in the outhouse which she brought in and stood on in order to get whatever she wanted.. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 1c5cd25 | It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them. | cycling | Ernest Hemingway | |
| b624351 | Write drunk; edit sober. | Peter De Vries |