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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d77c34c | In any case, fire burns; that's its nature, and you can't expect to change that. You can use it to cook your meat or to burn down your neighbor's house. And is the fire you use for cooking any different from the one you use for burning? And does that mean you should eat your supper raw?" Maddy shook her head, still puzzled. "So what you're saying is . . . I shouldn't play with fire," she said at last. Of course you should," said One-Eye gen.. | Joanne Harris | ||
| aa9c54a | Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them." "I don't believe in ghosts," I said, faintly. "Some people can't see the color red. That doesn't mean it isn't there," she replied." | haunting perception | Sue Grafton | |
| b0e823f | Some history-making is intentional; much of it is accidental. People make history when they scale a mountain, ignite a bomb, or refuse to move to the back of the bus. But they also make history by keeping diaries, writing letters, or embroidering initials on linen sheets. History is a conversation and sometimes a shouting match between present and past, though often the voices we most want to hear are barely audible. People make history by .. | Laurel Thatcher Ulrich | ||
| a75f5c2 | January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: [...]Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a w.. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| d5ec1e3 | Always the bridesmaid , never the bride." Always the godfather, never the god"." | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 9347222 | I shall be dark and French and fashionable and difficult. And you shall be sweet and open and English and fair. What a pair we shall be! What man can resist us? | Philippa Gregory | ||
| 88d99f6 | Emma is a mattress who got thrown off the truck when her parents split up. It's not like you can blame a mattress when people don't tie it down tight enough. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 01e2344 | There is only one good definition of God: the freedom that allows other freedoms to exist. | god | John Fowles | |
| 17fa2de | It is desirable that a man live in all respects so simply and preparedly that if an enemy take the town... he can walk out the gate empty-handed and without anxiety. | simple simple-life simple-living simplicity | Henry David Thoreau | |
| a54e285 | It's always awkward when someone doesn't realize you're joking and devotes thought time to what you've said. Double that when the person is wearing tinfoil. | Maureen Johnson | ||
| 2693a5e | And this was perhaps the first time in my life that death occurred to me as a reality. I thought of the people before me who had looked down at the river and gone to sleep beneath it. I wondered about them. I wondered how they had done it--it, the physical act. I had thought of suicide when I was much younger, as, possibly, we all have, but then it would have been for revenge, it would have been my way of informing the world how awfully it .. | suicide | James Baldwin | |
| 108eba8 | Passion is not friendly. It is arrogant, superbly contemptuous of all that is not itself, and, as they very definition of passion implies the impulse to freedom, it has a might | James Baldwin | ||
| 1829337 | Words aren't made -- they grow,' said Anne. | words | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 8592071 | Art is communication. | communication | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 15ea9e4 | Love isn't how you feel. It's what you do. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 5564260 | He stopped, turned. He cupped his hands around his mouth. ''For you a thousand times over!'' he said. Then he smiled his Hassan smile and disappeared around the corner. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| e998a89 | She thought of Aziza's stutter, and of what Aziza had said earlier about fractures and powerful collisions deep down and how sometimes all we see on the surface is a slight tremor. | surface | Khaled Hosseini | |
| e8f16f3 | when everything else fails, we communicate in the language of the stars | Isabel Allende | ||
| 4d059e4 | Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there. "Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" "Thank you!" He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not. "Is.. | harry potter | J.K. Rowling | |
| b7f6b40 | Harry, despite your privileged insight into Voldemort's world (which, incidentally, is a gift any Death Eater would kill to have), you have never been seduced by the Dark Arts, never, even for a second, shown the slightest desire to become one of Voldemort's followers!" "Of course I haven't!" said Harry indignantly. "He killed my mum and dad!" "You are protected, in short, by your ability to love!" said Dumbledore loudly." | J.K. Rowling | ||
| c129a62 | You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true, And unafraid of toil. | sorting-hat | J. K. Rowling | |
| 0e32929 | Maybe a man in a million could unite the Hallows, Harry. I was fit only to possess the meanest of them, the least extraordinary. I was fit to own the Elder Wand, and not to boast of it, and not to kill with it. I was permitted to tame and to use it, because I took it, not for gain, but to save others from it. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 54e4536 | Harry, guess what?" said Tonks from her perch on top of the washing machine, and she wiggled her left hand at him; a ring glittered there." | nymphadora-tonks remus-lupin tonks | J.K. Rowling | |
| e2fd23c | Harry ran upstairs to their dark dormitory. He pulled out the cloak and then his eyes fell on the flute Hagrid had given him for Christmas. He pocketed it to use on Fluffy -- he didn't feel much like singing. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| dda5265 | Symmetry is only a property of dead things. Did you ever see a tree or a mountain that was symmetrical? It's fine for buildings, but if you ever see a symmetrical human face, you will have the impression that you ought to think it beautiful, but that in fact you find it cold. The human heart likes a little disorder in its geometry, Kyria Pelagia. Look at your face in a mirror, Signorina, and you will see that one eyebrow is a little higher .. | Louis de Bernières | ||
| b1b685e | I think that the point is that people rarely understand that nothing is ever exactly what you think it will be. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 671caf7 | Even if I thought he as perfect for her." She turned to face him. "What were we thinking?" "We weren't," he said. "We were in love." | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| dad08dc | She'd always believed that people come in two varieties: those who look out the windshield and those who stare in the rearview mirror. She'd(Julie) always been the windshield type: gotta focus on the future, not the past, because that's the only part that's still up for grabs. Mom throws me out? Gotta get some food and find a place to live. Husband dies? Gotta keep working, or I'll end up going crazy. Got some guy stalking me? Gotta figure .. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 6030758 | I looked over at him. "Is that a proposal?" There was total silence for a couple beats. "I'm not sure. It just popped out." "Let me know when you're sure." "Would you say yes?" Morelli asked. "I'm not sure." | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 5ae7993 | It was almost December, and Jonas was beginning to be frightened. | opening-lines | Lois Lowry | |
| 2fee0e1 | Be proud of your pain, for you are stronger than those with none. | Lois Lowry | ||
| 8588ab8 | Then he gave her a kiss on the forehead that felt like a baptism and she wept like a baby. | Zadie Smith | ||
| feae77f | Look up at the stars and you're gone. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| e7686b7 | How you're still always trapped. How your head is the cave, your eyes the cave mouth. How you live inside your head and only see what you want. How you only watch the shadows and make up your own meaning. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 79bd15f | Of all the priceless objects left behind, this is what we rescue. These artifacts. Memory cues. Useless souvenirs. Nothing you could auction. The scars left from happiness. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| a5a5119 | During the Age of Glass, everyone believed some part of him or her to be extremely fragile. For some it was a hand, for others a femur, yet others believed it was their noses that were made of glass. The Age of Glass followed the Stone Age as an evolutionary corrective, introducing into human relations a new sense of fragility that fostered compassion. This period lasted a relatively short time in the history of love-about a century-until a.. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 8c43707 | There seemed to be a mystifying universal conspiracy among textbook authors to make certain the material they dealt with never strayed too near the realm of the mildly interesting and was always at least a long-distance phone call from the frankly interesting. | Bill Bryson | ||
| 05828f1 | My particular dread--the vivid possibility that left me staring at tree shadows on the bedroom ceiling night after night--was having to lie in a small tent, alone in an inky wilderness, listening to a foraging bear outside and wondering what its intentions were. I was especially riveted by an amateur photograph in Herrero's book, taken late at night by a camper with a flash at a campground out West. The photograph caught four black bears as.. | Bill Bryson | ||
| 422bb4c | Every generation loses the Messiah it has failed to deserve. | Michael Chabon | ||
| 21b5972 | The magician seemed to promise that something torn to bits might be mended without a seam, that what had vanished might reappear, that a scattered handful of doves or dust might be reunited by a word, that a paper rose consumed by fire could be made to bloom from a pile of ash. But everyone knew that it was only an illusion. The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost.. | magic | Michael Chabon | |
| 4a54a28 | A man called Ali is in need of money and asks his boss to help him. His Boss sets him a challenge: if he can spend all night at the top of a mountain, he will receive a great reward; if he fails, he will have to work for free. When he left the shop, Ali noticed that an icy wind was blowing. He felt afraid and decided to ask his best friend, Aydi, if he thought he was mad to accept the wager. After considering the matter for a moment Aydi a.. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 6daaac0 | When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it. | paulo-coelho the-alchemist | Paulo Coelho | |
| 0cfaf2c | Freedom continues to be the thing I prize most in the world. Of course, this has led me to drink wines I did not like, to do things I should not have done and which I will not do again; it has left scars on my body and on my soul, it has meant hurting certain people, although I have since asked their forgiveness, when I realized that I could do absolutely anything except force another person to follow me in my madness, in my lust for life. .. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| d074be2 | But you don't need anything. You have everything,' I tell him. Rip looks at me. 'No I don't.' 'What?' 'No I don't.' There's a pause and then I ask, 'Oh, shit, Rip, What don't you have?' 'I don't have anything to loose. | los-angeles rip youth | Bret Easton Ellis |