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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| dedb3da | A human being without the proper empathy or feeling is the same as an android built so as to lack it, either by design or mistake. We mean, basically, someone who does not care about the fate which his fellow living creatures fall victim to; he stands detached, a spectator, acting out by his indifference John Donne's theorem that 'No man is an island,' but giving that theorem a twist: that which is a mental and a moral island . | humanity | Philip K. Dick | |
| d8ac5df | dh lm ykn llHy@ m`n~ flm l nkhlq lh m`n~?! | Naguib Mahfouz | ||
| aa8e8a4 | I lost a child," she said, meeting Lusa's eyes directly. "I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you." | loss | Barbara Kingsolver | |
| 94cafd2 | If you never stepped on anybody's toes, you never been for a walk. | tact | Barbara Kingsolver | |
| 65eb20b | A human being can be good or bad or right or wrong, maybe. But how can you say a person is illegal? You just can't. That's all there is to it. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| ae3c61a | I knew a Buddhist once, and I've hated myself ever since. | Hunter S. Thompson | ||
| c16a08e | holding a book but reading the empty spaces. | reading something-wicked-this-way-comes | Ray Bradbury | |
| 6198058 | Writing is supposed to be difficult, agonizing, a dreadful exercise, a terrible occupation. | writing-craft writing-life | Ray Bradbury | |
| e037df9 | Thinking little at all about nothing in particular. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| d64d612 | I'm pore, I'm black, I may be ugly and can't cook, a voice say to everything listening. But I'm here. | Alice Walker | ||
| 6995429 | in this short life that only lasts ah hour | emily dickinson | ||
| 971a7d0 | No one has tamed you and you haven't tamed anyone.You're the way my fox was. He was just a fox like a hundred thousand others. But I've made him my friend, and now he's the only fox in the world. | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | ||
| 53cc7a2 | Batter up, mofo. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| f2dc573 | In a low voice, I asked, "How are you doing?" Luc shrugged. "You know, I'm doing my thing like a chicken wing." My brow arched. Daemon sounded like he choked. "Did you seriously just say that?" | luc | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 435080e | When a demigod like me comes around, bad things happen. Really bad.-Leo Maybe it's the other way around, Jason suggested. Maybe people with special gifts show up when bad things are happening because that's when they're needed most. | Rick Riordan | ||
| f8fc11c | What? You run? Coward! Stand still and die!" Percy had no intention of doing that." | humor percy-jackson-and-the-olympians polybotes son-of-neptune | Rick Riordan | |
| 699730d | I was wishing I'd bought some of that Camp Half Blood orange thermal underwear..." ?!?!" | Rick Riordan | ||
| 65a91cd | Percy looked at his friends. "I'm getting tired of this guy's shirt." | humor i-can-t jkahsalolololololol | Rick Riordan | |
| ef8460c | So I took her hand, and I don't know what everybody else heard, but to me it sounded like a slow dance: a little sad, but maybe a little hopeful, too. | percy-jackson | Rick Riordan | |
| 31b85b9 | At the rear of the bus, the driver wrenched a big chunk of smoking metal out of the engine compartment. The bus shuddered, and the engine roared back to life. The passengers cheered. Darn right!" yelled the driver. He slapped the bus with his hat. "Everybody get back on board!" -- | Rick Riordan | ||
| 5987253 | When I realize that she is gone, perhaps gone forever, a great void opens up and I feel that I am falling, falling, falling into deep, black space. And this is worse than tears, deeper than regret or pain or sorrow, it is the abyss into which Satan was plunged. There is no climbing back, no ray of light, no sound of human voice or human touch of hand. | Henry Miller | ||
| d8f1e81 | You know what it's like. Sometimes, you meet a wonderful person, but it's only for a brief instant. Maybe on vacation or on a train or maybe even in a bus line. And they touch your life for a moment, but in a special way. And instead of mourning because they can't be with you for longer, or because you don't get the chance to know them better, isn't it better to be glad that you met them at all? | Marian Keyes | ||
| 88b49cf | I believe in God, but I don't think you have to go crazy to prove it. | Fannie Flagg | ||
| acecdcc | Our heaven is their hell, said God. I like a balanced universe. | god heaven hell | Margaret Atwood | |
| 26c681b | It's up to brave hearts, sir, to be patient when things are going badly, as well as being happy when they're going well ... For I've heard that what they call fortune is a flighty woman who drinks too much, and, what's more, she's blind, so she can't see what she's doing, and she doesn't know who she's knocking over or who she's raising up. | Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra | ||
| 17fff35 | You're the kind of man my mother warned me about. | mother warn | Christine Feehan | |
| 5010d35 | If I decided to send this to you, where would I send it? When I think of writing the whole address on the envelope I am paralyzed. It's too painful to think of you in the same place with your life going on in the same way, minus me. And to think of you not there, you somewhere else but I don't know where that is, is worse. | Alice Munro | ||
| 6d31571 | I loved having a dad who was smarter than the , and I loved how my cheek could feel the hairs on his chest through his T-shirt, and how he always smelled like shaving, even at the end of the day. Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn't have to invent a thing. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 9db5a23 | I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you. | Franz Kafka | ||
| ec38e62 | When Don Quixote went out into the world, that world turned into a mystery before his eyes. That is the legacy of the first European novel to the entire subsequent history of the novel. The novel teaches us to comprehend the world as a question. There is wisdom and tolerance in that attitude. | mystery novel tolerance wisdom | Milan Kundera | |
| 0d30653 | Culture is perishing in overproduction, in an avalanche of words, in the madness of quantity. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 5898ec2 | It is completely selfless love: Tereza did not want anything of Karenin; She did not ever ask him to love her back. Nor has she ever asked herself the questions that plague human couples: Does he love me? Does he love anybody more than me? Does he love me more than I love him? Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to lo.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 27a1827 | It would be nice to think that as I've got older times have changed, relationships have become more sophisticated, females less cruel, skins thicker, reactions sharper, instincts more developed. But there still seems to be an element of that evening in everything that happened to me since; all my other romantic stories seem to be a scrambled version of that first one. Of course, I have never had to take that long walk again, and my ears hav.. | pain young-love | Nick Hornby | |
| fa44099 | Look at all the things that can go wrong for men. There's the nothing-happening-at-all problem, the too-much-happening-too-soon problem, the dismal-droop-after-a-promising-beginning problem; there's the size-doesn't-matter-except-in-my-case problem, the failing-to-deliver-the-goods problem...and what do women have to worry about? A handful of cellulite? Join the club. A spot of I-wonder-how-I-rank? Ditto. | hornby humor humour man manliness manly men nick nick-hornby sex | Nick Hornby | |
| 1004346 | Or is it that I think too much? | Steve Martin | ||
| d0e21ce | When you're pregnant, you can think of nothing but having your own body to yourself again, yet after having given birth you realize that the biggest part of you is now somehow external, subject to all sorts of dangers and disappearance, so you spend the rest of your life trying to figure out how to keep it close enough for comfort. That's the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were.. | mother motherhood parents pregnancy | Jodi Picoult | |
| a1450e3 | Mistakes are like the memories you hide in an attic: old love letters from relationships that tanked, photos of dead relatives, toys from a childhood you miss. Out of sight is out of mind, but somewhere deep inside you know they still exist. And you also know that you're avoiding them. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 457fb1b | I love I have loved ye from the moment I saw ye, I will love ye 'til time itself is done, and so long as you are by my side, I am well pleased wi' the world. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 07bd70e | For a long time," he said at last, "when I was small, I pretended to myself that I was the bastard of some great man. All orphans do this, I think," he added dispassionately."It makes life easier to bear, to pretend that it will not always be as it is, that someone will come and restore you to your rightful place in the world." He shrugged. "Then I grew older, and knew that this was not true. No one would come to rescue me. But then-" he t.. | jamie-fraser | Diana Gabaldon | |
| d090a78 | The matter with human beans," the BFG went on, "is that they is absolutely refusing to believe in anything unless they is actually seeing it right in front of their own schnozzles." | humour | Roald Dahl | |
| 8e275cc | Bread, soup - these were my whole life. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time. | hunger | Elie Wiesel | |
| 964644f | I believe in deeds, not words. | belief-in-actions easy-to-say ysandir | Tamora Pierce | |
| 7446672 | He wasn't a complete human being at all. He was a tiny bit of one, unnaturally developed; something in a bottle, an organ kept alive in a laboratory. I thought he was a sort of primitive savage, but he was something absolutely modern and up-to-date that only this ghastly age could produce. A tiny bit of a man pretending he was the whole. | Evelyn Waugh | ||
| 13c68a0 | Indifference and pride look very much alike, and he probably thought I was proud. | Graham Greene |