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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f62d7a2 | Farewell sweet earth and northern sky, for ever blest, since here did lie and here with lissom limbs did run beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun, Luthien Tinuviel more fair than Mortal tongue can tell. Though all to ruin fell the world and were dissolved and backward hurled; unmade into the old abyss, yet were its making good, for this-- the dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea-- that Luthien for a time should be. | luthien tinuviel | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 4fa9938 | A time may come soon," said he, "when none will return. Then there will be need of valour without renown, for none shall remember the deeds that are done in the last defence of your homes. Yet the deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised." She answered: "All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, fo.. | Éowyn gender-roles | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| b29eb62 | Fare well we call to hearth and hall Though wind may blow and rain may fall We must away ere break of day Over the wood and mountain tall To Rivendell where Elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell Through moor and waste we ride in haste And wither then we cannot tell With foes ahead behind us dread Beneath the sky shall be our bed Until at last our toil be sped Our journey done, our errand sped | travel | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 668eb99 | Christianity is a life, not a doctrine . . . I'm not saying never doubt or question. The Lord gave you a mind so that you would make honest use of it. I'm saying you must be sure that the doubts and questions are your own. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| d80918e | It was her last breakfast with Bapi, her last morning in Greece. In her frenetic bliss that kept her up till dawn, she'd scripted a whole conversation in Greek for her and Bapi to have as their grand finale of the summer. Now she looked at him contentedly munching on his Rice Krispies, waiting for the right juncture for launchtime. He looked up at her briefly and smiled, and she realized something important. This was how they both liked it... | greece language | Ann Brashares | |
| 5fdf35c | Eleven thousand five hundred and fifty-one years old, and yes, I feel every day of it. (Acheron) Wow, I had no idea. Hell, I didn't even know we had people back then. (Nick) Yeah, I was part of the original Bedrock crew who worked in the quarry on the back of dinosaurs and ran with the Flintstones. Barney Rubble was short, but he played a good game of stone-knuckle. (Acheron) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 4d5e2a3 | Ever notice most people are major pains in the ass? I'd rather save myself the trouble of dealing with them and just avoid being around them to begin with. (Ravyn) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 3e60fa3 | You aren't old enough to have such regrets." "Pain doesn't respect age, my lady." | pain regrets | Sherrilyn Kenyon | |
| 5f38744 | A girl my age had been murdered in these woods and I'd seen her last terrified moments, watched her bleed to death in this forest. A life like mine had ended here, and it didn't matter how many times I'd seen deaths in movies, it wasn't the same, and I wasn't ever going to forget it. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| bc14668 | No. Harsh truth was better than comfortable lies. It had to be. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 52fce26 | A single sentence will suffice for modern man. He fornicated and read the papers. After that vigorous definition, the subject will be, if I may say so, exhausted. | Albert Camus | ||
| 9744746 | It's been almost a century that Edward's been alone. Now he's found you. You can't see the changes we see, we who have been with him for so long. Do you think any of us want to look into his eyes for the next hundred years if he loses you? | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| c993486 | I watched her, waiting. She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed. I'd just admitted to stalking her, and she was smiling. | midnight-sun twilight | Stephenie Meyer | |
| f05dac1 | however, i can read hers- she'll be waiting to ambush you in class. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| f1c902d | And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 72570ff | I'm a pro at weird. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 7ee39ec | I lied, and I'm so sorry--sorry because I hurt you, sorry because it was a worthless effort. Sorry that I couldn't protect you from what I am. I lied to save you, and it didn't work. I'm sorry. But how could you believe me? After all the thousand times I've told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me?" I didn't answer. I was too shocked to form a rational response. "I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly b.. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 2abfabe | Ethics and aesthetics are one. | Ludwig Wittgenstein | ||
| 4c3dad5 | My body might be a slave, but not my mind. For you, it's the other way round. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| cc45d6c | The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 56da96f | I don't understand my feelings. I really don't. I don't understand how I could hate you so much after so much time. How, no matter how much I'd like to not hate you, I hate you even more. It grows. | hate love | Sam Shepard | |
| cdf7aeb | He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side, even in those dismal hours of the night when the insomniac longs for a third side after trying the two he has. | insomnia insomniac left left-handed pnin sleep vladimir-nabokov wrist | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 69f33bc | Nobody likes to see a stupid guy wise up. | Stephen King | ||
| ab63313 | If we stay where we are, where we're stuck, where we're comfortable and safe, we die there. We become like mushrooms, living in the dark, with poop up to our chins. If you want to know only what you already know, you're dying. You're saying: Leave me alone; I don't mind this little rathole. It's warm and dry. Really, it's fine. When nothing new can get in, that's death. When oxygen can't find a way in, you die. But new is scary, and new can.. | dying life new safe scary stuck | Anne Lamott | |
| 93397d1 | You would be miserable if you had to go through life with a human doormat with 'Welcome' written on him. You want some one made of sterner stuff. You want, as it were, a sparring-partner, some one with whom you can quarrel happily with the certain knowledge that he will not curl up in a ball for you to kick, but will be there with the return wallop. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 2be470c | You're one of those guys who can make a party just by leaving it. It's a great gift. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 2019c9c | We are never prepared for what we expect. | James A. Michener | ||
| 30fc3e5 | Sometimes I wish there were do over years or fast forward days | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 66188b6 | In the end everything will be okay. But hurdles have to be jumped through first. | caleb maggie simone-elkeles | Simone Elkeles | |
| 169ff3f | Give me my sin again. | William Shakespeare | ||
| d73847f | Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)" | descent heritage mothers sons the-tempest | William Shakespeare | |
| b78582b | Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see | William Shakespeare | ||
| b0f11de | Nineteenth-century preacher Henry Ward Beecher's last words were "Now comes the mystery." The poet Dylan Thomas, who liked a good drink at least as much as Alaska, said, "I've had eighteen straight whiskeys. I do believe that's a record," before dying. Alaska's favorite was playwright Eugene O'Neill: "Born in a hotel room, and--God damn it--died in a hotel room." Even car-accident victims sometimes have time for last words. Princess Diana s.. | last-words | John Green | |
| 187eb30 | If it had grown up, it would have made a dreadfully ugly child; but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| d6fd26e | I am no fan of books. And chances are, if you're reading this, you and I share a healthy skepticism about the printed word. Well, I want you to know that this is the first book I've ever written, and I hope it's the first book you've ever read. Don't make a habit of it. | Stephen Colbert | ||
| 9bf6aa6 | Saw two fallen branches in the shape of a heart. Thought of you. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| f50fc40 | I'm teleporting to Atlanta. I'm picking you up, and we'll go someplace where our families can't find us. We'll take Seany. And we'll let him run laps until he tires, and then you and I will take a long walk. Like Thanksgiving. Remember? And we'll talk about everything BUT our parents ... or perhaps we won't talk at all. We'll just walk. And we'll keep walking until the rest of the world ceases to exist. | stephanie-perkins | Stephanie Perkins | |
| a209295 | Just for fun I flew in huge banking arcs, taking deep breaths, enjoying the feel of my newly weightless hair. The stylist had called it "wind tossed." If only she knew." | James Patterson | ||
| 2d111f9 | Have you guys been playing in toxic waste again?" Fang asked severely, putting his hands on his hips. Nudge giggled. "No." "Been bitten by a radioactive spider?" Fang went on. "Struck by lightning? Drink a super-soldier serum?" "No, no, no," said Iggy. He started reaching for things around the table, and his hand landed on Total. "You're black." "I prefer canine-American." said Total. "When's that pie coming? I'm starving." | James Patterson | ||
| 8bc91c8 | If by 'miracle kids' you mean innocent test-tube babies whose DNA was forcibly unraveled and merged with two percent avian genes, yeah, I guess that would be us," I said. "Because it's a miracle that we're not complete nut jobs and mutant disasters." | James Patterson | ||
| 1d800c1 | If you make a deal with a fool, don't be surprised when they act foolishly. | philosophical | Jeffrey Archer | |
| b17bf60 | As for you, Private, if you mention a word of this to anyone, I'll feed you to the cat thing here. Understand?" "Yum," said Mogget. "Yes, sir!" mumbled the telephone operator, his hands shaking as he tried to smother the burning wreckage of his switchboard with a fire blanket." | humor | Garth Nix | |
| ad9b072 | I don't think the world is the way we like to think it is. I don't think it's one solid world, but many, thousands upon thousands of them--as many as there are people--because each person perceives the world in his or her own way; each lives in his or her own world. Sometimes they connect, for a moment, or more rarely, for a lifetime, but mostly we are alone, each living in our own world, suffering our small deaths. | Charles de Lint | ||
| c6d0627 | 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 |