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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b32fa07 | Ach, woman! He raked his fingers through his hair. "You want me as much as I want you." "Assuming that's true -" "It's true." "- I can't. Not now." "It's no' your time of the month. I know that." "Ew." Valkyrie didn't have periods. "You're the only one here with a monthly cycle, werewolf." - Lucia and Garreth MacRieve" | lucia macrieve werewolf | Kresley Cole | |
| ccd5bb7 | Now, undress for me and let me see what's mine. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 92f49fd | To be ourselves we must have ourselves - possess, if need be re-possess, our life-stories. We must "recollect" ourselves, recollect the inner drama, the narrative, of ourselves. A man needs such a narrative, a continuous inner narrative, to maintain his identity, his self." | Oliver Sacks | ||
| fa27caf | Everyone loves something for nothing...even if it costs everything. | Stephen King | ||
| da89d5e | But see that you get on. That's your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what. Pull your act together and just go on. | Stephen King | ||
| 75f19f8 | It was the last time she'd see the river from that window. The last time of anything has the poignancy of death itself. This that I see now, she thought, to see no more this way. Oh, the last time how clearly you see everything; as though a magnifying light had been turned on it. And you grieve because you hadn't held it tighter when you had it every day. | Betty Smith | ||
| 81affdc | It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses. | catastrophes deaths diseases kill murders | Virginia Woolf | |
| 415daf2 | It seems that a profound, impartial, and absolutely just opinion of our fellow-creatures is utterly unknown. Either we are men, or we are women. Either we are cold, or we are sentimental. Either we are young, or growing old. In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows. And why, if this -- and much more than this is true -- why .. | inspirational wisdom | Virginia Woolf | |
| 8f391b2 | Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears? | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 405627a | People do go back, but they don't survive, because two realities are claiming them at the same time. Such things are too much. You can salt your heart, or kill your heart, or you can choose between the two realities. There is much pain here. Some people think you can have your cake and eat it. The cake goes mouldy and they choke on what's left. Going back after a long time will make you mad, because the people you left behind do not like to.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| b18f9ce | Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise. | language lie sexing-the-cherry truth | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 95b9f85 | Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end. | death life | Joanne Harris | |
| f21f703 | Error can point the way to truth, while empty-headedness can only lead to more empty-headedness or to a career in politics. | Barry Hughart | ||
| 0e54bce | I was a coward. I went to the war. | war | Tim O'Brien | |
| af1c22d | I'd treat myself to a reading marathon all weekend. All the ice cream I could eat, all the pages I could read. . | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| bffede8 | I see IT in the hallway. IT goes to Merryweather. IT is walking with Aubrey cheerleader. IT is my nightmare and I can't wake up.IT sees me. IT smiles and winks. Good thing my lips are stitched together or I'd throw up. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| c9f8e24 | The ordinary man is the curse of civilization. | John Fowles | ||
| 916754b | There is such a thing as too much beauty in a woman and it is often a burden as crippling as homeliness and far more dangerous. It takes much luck and integrity to survive the gift of perfect beauty, and its impermanence is its most cunning betrayal. | Pat Conroy | ||
| 59b6d88 | We study there a lot because... what other choice does society give us, right? It's Starbucks or death, sometimes. | Maureen Johnson | ||
| 62d090f | Just then, my phone started ringing. The ring must have been damaged by the water as well, so now it had a high, keening note - kind of the sound I imagine a mermaid might make if you punched her in the face. | maureen-johnson the-jubilee-express | Maureen Johnson | |
| 0304166 | People who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually recurring death of their innocence; people who forget court another kind of madness, the madness of the denial of pain and the hatred of innocence; and the world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen who forget. | James Baldwin | ||
| b80ced2 | Sometimes suffering is just suffering," she told Gus. "It doesn't make you stronger. It doesn't build character. It only hurts." | Kate Jacobs | ||
| aae35af | Well, Mr. Frankel, who started this program, began to suffer from the computer disease that anybody who works with computers now knows about. It's a very serious disease and it interferes completely with the work. The trouble with computers is you *play* with them. They are so wonderful. You have these switches - if it's an even number you do this, if it's an odd number you do that - and pretty soon you can do more and more elaborate things.. | humor programming | Richard P. Feynman | |
| 3b37cd0 | Mathematics is a language plus reasoning; it is like a language plus logic. Mathematics is a tool for reasoning. | Richard P. Feynman | ||
| 27a1f83 | The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth. | goals virtue | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 228e835 | Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven. | imagination | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 6aa39a8 | Cheekbones that cut like ice and eyes like liquid scotch. Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesn't even know it. | college-romance loren-hale love-story writing | Krista Ritchie | |
| e340af7 | You're my favorite four-letter word." -Daisy to Ryke" | Krista Ritchie | ||
| 178b851 | I'm attracted to people. To the words they speak, to the actions they take, to their full-bodied mannerisms and soulful gaits. I am attracted to people. To impassioned hearts that beat out of sync, the ones that skip a measure, heard in hushed places and violent spaces--I am attracted to people. | Krista Ritchie | ||
| 4d26c49 | Such a captive maiden, having plenty of time to think, soon realizes that her tower, its height and architecture, are like her ego only incidental: that what really keeps her where she is is magic, anonymous and malignant, visited on her from outside and for no reason at all. Having no apparatus except gut fear and female cunning to examine this formless magic, to understand how it works, how to measure its field strength, count its lines o.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 947ebb1 | We're the culture that cried wolf. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 043851a | Though there had been moments of beauty in it Mariam knew that life for most part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but wish for more of it. She wished she could see Laila again, wished to hear the clangor of her laugh, to sit with her once more for a pot of chai and leftover halwa under a starlit sky. She mourned that she would never see Aziza grow up, would not see the beautiful young wom.. | leaving life | Khaled Hosseini | |
| 4554396 | Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence. Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend. There are periods in the most thrilling day during whic.. | E.M. Forster | ||
| d88060d | Passion should believe itself irresistible. It should forget civility and consideration and all the other curses of a refined nature. Above all, it should never ask for leave where there is a right of way. | E.M. Forster | ||
| d9af4fa | Being a nerd, which is to say going too far and caring too much about a subject, is the best way to make friends I know. For me, the spark that turns an acquaintance into a friend has usually been kindled by some shared enthusiasm . . . At fifteen, I couldn't say two words about the weather or how I was doing, but I could come up with a paragraph or two about the album In high school, I made the first real friends I ever had because one o.. | Sarah Vowell | ||
| b90f929 | And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!' Ron yelled. | ron-weasley | J.K. Rowling | |
| 751a956 | There are much more terrible things than physical injury. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| e75644f | Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods! | warning | J.K. Rowling | |
| 1199165 | Size is no guarantee of power. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| f73395c | Who was this women?' asked Harry. 'I dunno, some Ministry hag.' Mundungus considered for a moment, brow wrinkled. 'Little women. Bow on top of er' head.' He frowned and then added, 'Looked like a toad.' Harry dropped his wand. Harry looked up and saw his own shock reflected in Ron and Hermione's faces. The scars on the back of right hand seemed to be tingling again. | hermione-granger mundungus ron-weasley | J.K. Rowling | |
| d8d7fb6 | if you put your trust in God, you'll be all right in the end. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 5e4c07a | I'm sorry' I said again. Whenever someone tells you something said, it's the only thing you can think to say, even if you're already said it before. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 07b937c | Jamie saved my life. She taught me everything. About life, hope and the long journey ahead. I'll always miss her. But our love is like the wind. I can't see it, but I can feel it. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| bd79164 | She leaned into me, and when I closed my eyes, I knew I wanted nothing more than to hold her this way forever. | romance | Nicholas Sparks |