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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ab183b6 | and Jo laid the rustling sheets together with a careful hand, as one might shut the covers of a lovely romance, which holds the reader fast till the end comes, and he finds himself alone in the work-a-day world again. | romance | Louisa May Alcott | |
| c670565 | I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives. But even my death would have been . In the way, my corpse, my blood on these stones, between these plants, at the back of this smiling garden. And the decomposed flesh would have been in the earth which would receive my bones, at last, cleaned, stripped, peeled, proper and clean as teeth, it would have been : I was for eternity. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| c474a23 | What does a mirror look at? | dune frank herbert mirror scifi | Frank Herbert | |
| f6ed6a8 | Why are people born? Why do they die? Why do they want to spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches? | Douglas Adams | ||
| 96fec5f | Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star, Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 2cc1a01 | Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there to learn it. | Herman Melville | ||
| a9d0f90 | Long before you knew what death was you were wishing it on someone else. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| a7b1bde | No front porches. My uncle says there used to be front porches. And people sat there sometimes at night, talking when they wanted to talk, rocking, and not talking when they didn't want to talk. Sometimes they just sat there and thought about things, turned things over. My uncle says the architects got rid of the front porches because they didn't look well. But my uncle says that was merely rationalizing it; the real reason, hidden undernea.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 6d5e09c | Last night I thought about all the kerosene I've used in the past ten years. And I thought about books. And for the first time I realized that a man was behind each one of the books. A man had to think them up. A man had to take a long time to put them down on paper. And I'd never even thought that thought before...It took some man a lifetime maybe to put some of his thoughts down, looking around at the world and life, and then I come along.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 2eeb1fb | First of all, you have to keep unmasking the world about you for what it is: manipulative, controlling, power-hungry, and, in the long run, destructive. The world tells you many lies about who you are, and you simply have to be realistic enough to remind yourself of this. Every time you feel hurt, offended, or rejected, you have to dare to say to yourself: 'These feelings, strong as they may be, are not telling me the truth about myself. Th.. | god-s-love | Henri J.M. Nouwen | |
| 04666fc | A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life, and as such it must surely be a necessary commodity. | necessities purpose-of-life reading spiritual-life treasures | Penelope Fitzgerald | |
| ba1e78b | We got latched together and I was hoping you could separate us? (Amanda) They were made by your stepfather. Any chance you have a key lying around? (Kyrian) I guess I shouldn't be surprised. At least this time she's not an Amazon princess with an irate mother demanding parts of your body be removed. Two thousand years later, and you're still getting into unbelievable messes. (Julian) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| f480232 | It's not your fault. You had no way of knowing I'd traded my soul. It's not exactly how I start out conversations. Hi, I'm Kyrian. I have no soul. What about you? (Kyrian) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| e63102f | And if wishes were horses, I'd have been run over in childhood. | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 72e0818 | Oh, you're going to die all right. All of you. And for what you've done to my brother you will suffer unimaginably! (Kessar) Yada, yada, yada. Am I the only one who gets sick of the bad-guy monologue? 'Ooo, I'm the big evil. I'm going to kill you all. Just wait while I bore you to tears with my egomaniacal bullshit. I'm just a demon windbag who likes to hear himself speak and I'm trying to intimidate you.' (Kat) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| b4b8331 | What are you? (Zarek) I'm a nymph. (Astrid) I hope you just left an important syllable off that word, princess. (Zarek) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 62ded42 | The most professional curse ever snarled or croaked or thundered can have no effect on a pure heart. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| fd1afda | Oh, I don't know. That digression business got on my nerves. I don't know. The trouble with me is, I like it when somebody digresses. It's more interesting and all. | in j-d-salinger rye | J.D. Salinger | |
| 87b0150 | You make your own kinds of mistakes, and I'm sure you'll have your share of regrets in life. But commitment was never your problem, sweetie. You have a better chance of making this work than most forty-year-olds I know. My little middle-aged child. Luckily, you seem to have found another old soul. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 6cbd678 | Hasn't anyone ever told you? Life isn't fair. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| f4684b8 | Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me; try to discern the doe in me, trembling in the forest of my own iniquity; let's even smile a little. After all, there is no harm in smiling. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 2a2d024 | There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger. | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 216ba53 | Information is a lot like water; it's hard to hold on to, and hard to keep from leaking away. | Ruth Ozeki | ||
| f4b87fc | If you are a writer, or want to be a writer, this is how you spend your days--listening, observing, storing things away, making your isolation pay off. You take home all you've taken in, all that you've overheard, and you turn it into gold. (Or at least you try.) | Anne Lamott | ||
| d69289d | I flung open the door. I got a momentary flash of about a hundred and fifteen cats of all sizes and colours scrapping in the middle of the room, and then they all shot past me with a rush and out of the front door; and all that was left of the mobscene was the head of a whacking big fish, lying on the carpet and staring up at me in a rather austere sort of way, as if it wanted a written explanation and apology. | fish humor | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| cff3aa6 | I like that girl more that I can remember likin' anything in my life. I'm not about to give her up. I'll start carin' what people think when I am six feet under. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| d9dd1d8 | Life in itself is sufficient, self-explanatory and complete. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| 52ed3b8 | I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 2028dbd | Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once. | music shakespeare | William Shakespeare | |
| 7aae866 | How does he love me? With adoration, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 63e9eb4 | You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs. | William Shakespeare | ||
| da7b2d4 | Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged. | Lawrence Durrell | ||
| a8a51bf | Wouldn't take nothing for my journey now. | life | Maya Angelou | |
| 067f33d | Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips. | Emily Brontë | ||
| 55debcd | Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was. | mystery wish | Garth Nix | |
| f269aed | For the first time in my life I tasted death, and death tasted bitter, for death is birth, is fear and dread of some terrible renewal. | death demian hermann-hesse | Hermann Hesse | |
| 5d0b5eb | I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I LOVE YOU. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I. | William Goldman | ||
| 28471c7 | A line came into my mind, something that Hannah Arendt once said about the poet Auden: that life had manifested the heart's invisible furies on his face. | John Boyne | ||
| 0032fa9 | A dominant impulse on encountering beauty is to wish to hold on to it, to possess it and give it weight in one's life. There is an urge to say, 'I was here, I saw this and it mattered to me. | travel | Alain de Botton | |
| 1426541 | what you were will not happen again. | survival | Charles Bukowski | |
| a6e47b5 | people see so many movies that when they finally see one not so bad as the others, they think it's great. an Academy Award means that you don't stink quite as much as your cousin. | academy-awards film movies theater theatre | Charles Bukowski | |
| 5146bd5 | I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I | Charles Bukowski | ||
| e081db9 | It was sad, it was sad, it was sad. When Betty came back we didn't sing or laugh, or even argue. We sat drinking in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and when we went to sleep, I didn't put my feet on her body or she on mine like we used to. We slept without touching. We had both been robbed. | Charles Bukowski | ||
| ba93713 | The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction. | William Blake |