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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3cf1b66 | She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep And puts out grass and flowers | Robert Graves | ||
| 240ad47 | But Amy," Elder says. "Space suits!" | funny | Beth Revis | |
| 6b6e75e | It's always in the rain... | amy | Beth Revis | |
| 1204a8a | How strange, that when you are away, I reach for my cell phone's buzz as if it were your hand. Each shiver in my pocket, a way to find you. | Sarah Kay | ||
| f60188a | The troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots. | George Eliot | ||
| f09239a | It is hard to be angry when one has seen the sun rise,' she said. It seems to be true,' he admitted. 'I wonder why.' Because it makes one feel so small and insignificant. It has been rising forever and will rise forever no matter what we do or do not do. All our problems are as nothing to the sun. | emotion life philosophy sun | David Gemmell | |
| 39626a7 | Il bel far niente. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| f2c1707 | The business of the novelist is not to relate great events, but to make small ones interesting. | writing-craft | Arthur Schopenhauer | |
| 3050ca6 | Never trust the storyteller. Only trust the story. | stories | Neil Gaiman | |
| d841f8a | Remember your name. Do not lose hope--what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn. Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 330f726 | Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall; that is that she has made of my life. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| c7b141c | I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 7e43fa8 | He'd never be able to touch her, and as passionate as she was, she would eventually need a man who could. He'd never had to worry about these things before because he'd never been with a woman. Not even before his possession. He'd been too busy then, too involved in his job. Maybe he needed to join Workaholics Anonymous, he thought dryly. He had to be the only millennia-old virgin in history. | lords-of-the-underworld virginity workaholics | Gena Showalter | |
| df63ca0 | Sacrfice," the captain said. "You made one. I made one. We all made them. But you were angry over yours. You kept thinking about what you lost. You didn't get it. Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to." | life | Mitch Albom | |
| ebdc401 | But I do know we're deficient in some way. We are too involved in materialistic things, and they don't satisfy us. The loving relationships we have, the universe around us, we take these things for granted. | life loving-relationship materialism satisfaction truth universe | Mitch Albom | |
| fb32d71 | A man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell. | Mitch Albom | ||
| 092dae2 | Who said anything about slicing you up? ... I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead-- nothing serious. | Hunter S. Thompson | ||
| 5c57fe5 | The future cannot blame the present, just as the present cannot blame the past. The hope is always here, always alive, but only your fierce caring can fan it into a fire to warm the world. | Susan Cooper | ||
| d1b93f1 | The stuff of nightmare is their plain bread. They butter it with pain. They set their clocks by deathwatch beetles, and thrive the centuries. They were the men with the leather-ribbon whips who sweated up the Pyramids seasoning it with other people's salt and other people's cracked hearts. They coursed Europe on the White Horses of the Plague. They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sa.. | greed horror nightmares slavery sweat | Ray Bradbury | |
| 0090be5 | Suddenly the day was gone, night came out from under each tree and spread. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| d6a4004 | Can't you recognize the human in the inhuman? | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 84e7789 | And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at the wintry day - the snow melted to grass, the trees were reinhabitated with bird, leaf, and blossoms like a continent of butterflies breathing on the wind. And peering through, color sky from iron to blue. Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in.. | summer-in-winter summertime | Ray Bradbury | |
| 7639cca | Cram them full of non-combustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy. | information news philosophy | Ray Bradbury | |
| 0813168 | And certain things around us will change, become easier or harder, one thing or the other, but nothing will ever really be any different. I believe that. We have made our decisions, our lives have been set in motion, and they will go on and on until they stop. But if that is true, then what? I mean, what if you believe that, but you keep it covered up, until one day something happens that should change something, but then you see nothing is.. | Raymond Carver | ||
| 0f98257 | I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I could respect him. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| aff4cbf | I didn't know shorthand either. This meant I couldn't get a good job after college. My mother kept telling me nobody wanted a plain English major. But an English major who knew shorthand would be something else again. Everybody would want her. She would be in demand among all the up-and-coming young men and she would transcribe letter after thrilling letter. The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way. I wanted to dictate my.. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 6b13ffa | There are threads in our lives. You pull one, and everything else gets affected. | Dennis Lehane | ||
| a33331a | Little Bush says we are at war, but we are not at war because to be at war Congress has to vote for it. He says we are at war on terror, | Gore Vidal | ||
| 4b3e4d8 | Great Music, it said, and Great Poetry would like quieten Modern Youth down and make Modern Youth more Civilized. Civilized my syphilised yarbles. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 45c1575 | It may not be nice to be good, little 6655321. It may be horrible to be good. And when I say that to you I realize how self-contradictory that sounds. I know I shall have many sleepless nights about this. What does God want? Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses the bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him? Deep and hard questions, little 6655321. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 31eb774 | I was a total fail next to Ash, but Daemon said something about me wearing his clothes that sent blood rushing to every part of my body and I didn't care if I looked like a hunchback next to her. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| f65295b | Told you he's a cuddly one." The other Arum leaned his arms on the roof of the car and a brow rose over the dark sunglasses he also wore. "Cuddly as a damn porcupine." Daemon raised a middle finger. This was going well." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 7ace53a | I think reading is sexy." Daemon smiled at himself. My brows inched up my forehead. "Do you now?" "Oh, yes, and you know what else I think is sexy?" he leaned forward so his entire face filled the picture and nodded his head toward me. "Bloggers like this. Hot." Rolling my eyes, I smacked his arm." | katy | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 59879fa | Strange how something good can come from something horrible. | experience good horibble | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| a8b026e | Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going? | time | Tennessee Williams | |
| 3f4d2b8 | Nico's anger turned as cold and dark as his blade. He'd been morphed into a few plants himself, and he didn't appreciate it. He hated people like Bryce Lawrence, who inflicted pain just for fun. | nico-di-angelo pain psychopathy | Rick Riordan | |
| e6882ac | I have moments like that alot, when my brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I know I've missed something, as if a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the blank place behind it. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 60d3b7d | Leo. Jason said, you're wierd. Yeah, you tell me that a lot. Leo grinned. But if you don't remember me, that means I can reuse all my old jokes. Come on! | humor leo | Rick Riordan | |
| 5438da4 | Hermes played a little Mozart and some One Direction, and Apollo cried, 'I must have it! The girls will go wild for that! | Rick Riordan | ||
| 1414dd1 | That's the trouble with having the whole world love you. One day, you wake up and it's flirting with your best friend instead. And you don't know what to do. You're thrown. | shopaholic world | Sophie Kinsella | |
| 84aa163 | You are as young as you feel. If you begin to feel the warmth of your soul, there will be a youthfulness in you that no one will be able to take away from you. | John O'Donohue | ||
| a038a29 | You know a lot about math," I said. You know a lot about math? What type of statement was that? Right along the lines of "Hey, you have hair and it's red and curly." Real smooth." | echo-and-noah echo-emerson katie-mcgarry noah-hutchins pushing-the-limits sweet | Katie McGarry | |
| e085391 | Damn, you're good,' he said and rolled onto his back. The man wasn't much for flowery speech, Alesandra thought with a smile. It didn't matter. She was arrogantly proud of herself because she'd pleased him. Perhaps she should give him a little praise too. She rolled onto her side to face him, put her hand on his chest directly over his pounded heart, and whispered. 'You're good, too. 'Tis the truth, you're the best I've ever had.' He opene.. | romance | Julie Garwood | |
| 8291f52 | Yes, I'm alive," Mat said. "I'm usually pretty good at staying alive. I've only failed one time that I can remember, and it hardly counts." | Robert Jordan |