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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 34fc488 | Oh! You're one to talk!" I whirled on Apollo. "Seriously? If I was to Google 'irresponsible sexual activity', it would be your picture staring back at me!" Apollo made a face at me--actually made a face at me like he was ten years old or something." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 8f98670 | She. Spoke. To. Him. First. It was like winning the lottery, getting laid, and climbing the highest cliff all rolled into one. But he needed to play it cool, becase he was trending into lame-o land at a quick pace. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 176442f | Frank Zhang! I, Jason Grace, praetor of the Twelfth Legion Fulminata, give you my final order: I resign my post and give you emergency field promotion to praetor, with the full powers of that rank. Take command of this legion! | romans | Rick Riordan | |
| 1bfdf00 | Percy looked at his friends. "I'm getting tired of this guy's shirt." "Combat time?" Piper grabbed her horn of plenty. | jason-grace percy-jackson piper-mclean wonder-bread | rick riordan the mark of athena | |
| bb2bde2 | You're a strange person." "I prefer the term fabulously weird." | Rick Riordan | ||
| fbae433 | Such is human memory... you forget the truth and believe what makes you feel better. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 6a15f9b | You kidding? So many preservatives in these things, I'll live forever. | fonzies hazel humor leo mcschizzle | Rick Riordan | |
| 962c742 | Nico di Angelo came into Olympus to a hero's welcome, his father right behind him, despite the fact that Hades was only supposed to visit Olympus in winter solstice. The God of the dead looked stunned when his relatives clapped him on the back. I doubt he'd ever got such an enthusiastic welcome before. | hades nico-di-angelo | Rick Riordan | |
| 8a0eb5f | dealing with any man means dealing with multiple personalities. | relationships | Rick Riordan | |
| 6c9a279 | Run!" Piper said. "We are running!" Jason picked up the speed. "Run better!" Leo shouted." | Rick Riordan | ||
| fb8426e | How does it taste?" Carter wondered. Zia smiled. "Stick out your tongue." To answer Carter's question, the tattoo tasted like burning car tires. "Ugh." I spit a blue gob of "order and harmony" into the fountain." | Rick Riordan | ||
| c83cc4d | Love and war always go together. They are the peaks of human emotion! Evil and good, beauty and ugliness | Rick Riordan | ||
| b18a61a | I wanted a metamorphosis, a change to fish, to leviathan, to destroyer. I wanted the earth to open up, to swallow everything in one engulfing yawn. I wanted to see the city buried fathoms deep in the bosom of the sea. I wanted to sit in a cave and read by candlelight. I wanted that eye extinguished so that I might have a chance to know my own body, my own desires. I wanted to be alone for a thousand years in order to reflect on what I had s.. | candlelight caves desires forget leviathan metamorphosis reflect yawn | Henry Miller | |
| 1d7570e | the monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should want roses. For some reason or other man looks for the miracle, and to accomplish it he will wade through blood. He will debauch himself with ideas, he will reduce himself to a shadow if for only one second of his life he can close his eyes to the hideousness of reality. Everything is endured- disgrace, humiliation, .. | Henry Miller | ||
| 55ff05d | Well, I'll take these pages and move on. Things are happening elsewhere. Things are always happening. It seems wherever I go there is drama. People are like lice - they get under your skin and bury themselves there. You scratch and scratch until the blood comes, but you can't get permanently deloused. Everywhere I go people are making a mess of their lives. Everyone has his private tragedy. It's in the blood now - misfortune, ennui, grief, .. | Henry Miller | ||
| c3bd892 | But in the end, back she comes. There's no use resisting. She goes to him for amnesia, for oblivion. She renders herself up, is blotted out; enters the darkness of her own body, forgets her name. Immolation is what she wants, however briefly. To exist without boundaries. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 068cfc0 | Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck. | romance | Margaret Atwood | |
| 779d157 | for hope is always born at the same time as love... | love | Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra | |
| 9367493 | Trust. Why not ask me to do something easier, like prove the existence of God? Even God had given up on me. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 80395da | Don't you dare weep," he commanded. "You've broken my heart." "I'll fix it later." | promise | Julie Garwood | |
| 5c52d7f | The moment I saw her, a part of me walked out of my body and wrapped itself around her. And there it still remains. | love-at-first-sight romance | Arundhati Roy | |
| 6e65f77 | I've never once thought about how I was going to die," she said. "I can't think about it. I don't even know how I'm going to live." | life life-and-death | Haruki Murakami | |
| 776af6f | I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love. | love writing | Haruki Murakami | |
| 6a24f9a | How many Sundays - how many hundreds of Sundays like this - lay ahead of me? "Quiet, peaceful and lonely," I said aloud to myself. On Sundays i didn't wind my spring." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 9d160e3 | I must be in love with this woman, Sumire realized with a start. No mistake about it. Ice is cold; roses are red; I'm in love. And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. This current's too overpowering; I don't have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I've never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there's no turn.. | love women | Haruki Murakami | |
| 871b0f7 | The joy of writing. | Wisława Szymborska | ||
| 39443ca | Seeming and being are not one and the same. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| e8c7100 | It felt like I'd been living underground, and for a moment, I'd been given this glimpse of the sky. Once you've seen that, how can you go back where you came from? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 0bb42d0 | You know what the difference is between a dream and a goal?... A plan. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 363d348 | What's the difference between spending your life trying to be invisible, or pretending to be the person you think everyone wants you to be? Either way, you're faking. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 479c328 | I have never fit into this town, this marriage, this skin. I am the child who was picked last to play tag; I am the girl who laughed although she did not get the joke; I am the piecemeal part of you that you pretend doesn't exist, except it is all I am, all the time. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 0efb7b3 | Sassenach." He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a95169b | I'll tell ye, Sassenach; if ever I feel the need to change my manner of employment, I dinna think I'll take up attacking women - it's a bloody hard way to make a living. | women | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 2b1f8f8 | Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while. | William Faulkner | ||
| a09a75a | Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. I will see if I can see. See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world without end. | James Joyce | ||
| 67246d5 | Why do you pray?" he asked me, after a moment. Why did I pray? A strange question. Why did I live? Why did I breathe? "I don't know why," I said, even more disturbed and ill at ease. "I don't know why." After that day I saw him often. He explained to me with great insistence that every question possessed a power that did not lie in the answer. "Man raises himself toward God by the questions he asks Him," he was fond of repeating. "That is .. | relationship revelation | Elie Wiesel | |
| 3cc2bbc | One could be happy not only without love, but despite it. | life love | Gabriel García Márquez | |
| 9d27832 | The rich are the most discriminated-against minority in the world. Openly or covertly, everybody hates the rich because, openly or covertly, everybody envies the rich. Me, I love the rich. Somebody has to love them. Sure, a lot o' rich people are assholes, but believe me, a lot o' poor people are assholes, too, and an asshole with money can at least pay for his own drinks. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 8dfa32a | Often, moreover, it is...that aspect of our being that society finds eccentric, ridiculous, or disagreeable, that holds our sweet waters, our secret well of happiness, the key to our equanimity in malevolent climes. | eccentric happiness hard-times inspirational ridiculous | Tom Robbins | |
| 8dba809 | Destiny is what we work toward. The future doesn't exist yet. Fate is for losers! | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 076b243 | I was astonished, bewildered. This was America, a country where, whatever its faults, people could speak, write, assemble, demonstrate without fear. It was in the Constitution, the Bill of Rights. We were a democracy... But I knew it wasn't a dream; there was a painful lump on the side of my head... The state and its police were not neutral referees in a society of contending interests. They were on the side of the rich and powerful. Free s.. | authoritarianism bill-of-rights constitution democracy egalitarianism failed-liberalism first-amendment free-speech injustice police power-interests radical-politics usa | Howard Zinn | |
| 09122a6 | Dale: "No, no--curse it, Beka, you're the prickliest woman I've ever met!" Goodwin: "No, I am. But she comes very close, I have to say." -- Dale Rowan and Clara Goodwin when Beka didn't want to accept money for being Dale's "luck" | Tamora Pierce | ||
| d5eafa0 | How, unless you drink as I do, could you hope to understand the beauty of an old Indian woman playing dominoes with a chicken? | Malcolm Lowry | ||
| 57b0463 | In the ill-judged execution of the well-judged plan of things the call seldom produces the comer, the man to love rarely coincides with the hour for loving. Nature does not often say "See!" to her poor creature at a time when seeing can lead to happy doing; or reply "Here!" to a body's cry of "Where?" till the hide-and-seek has become an irksome, outworn game. We may wonder whether at the acme and summit of the human progress these anachron.. | Thomas Hardy |