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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 86e6964 | We can allow satellites, planets, suns, universe, nay whole systems of universe, to be governed by laws, but the smallest insect, we wish to be created at once by special act. | science special superstition universe | Charles Darwin | |
| 0767e23 | That's how it is with relationships, it's a part of life, and all the great love songs and poems and films have been written by people who were standing where I was that morning as Simon shut the door. Doesn't make it any easier though. | broken-heart | Jane Green | |
| e69da75 | We need a home in the psychological sense as much as we need one in the physical: to compensate for a vulnerability. We need a refuge to shore up our states of mind, because so much of the world is opposed to our allegiances. We need our rooms to align us to desirable versions of ourselves and to keep alive the important, evanescent sides of us. | houses identity | Alain de Botton | |
| 72a6ec1 | God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again. | crying cycle darkness doom doomed god god-s-creation hannibal hell horror humanity insanity mental-illness murder never-ending prison psychopath punishment serial-killer serial-killers sleep the-silence-of-the-lambs | Thomas Harris | |
| ab25d59 | Look at me, he said to her. His arms and legs jerked. Look at me. You got your wish. I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me. The old woman turned and hobbled away. Come back, thought Edward. Fix me | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| c29cf78 | Titanic. actually virtual Titanic, future perceive | David Mitchell | ||
| 874a3cd | What did a happy ending even mean in real life, anyway? In stories you simply said, 'They lived happily ever after,' and that was it. But in real life people had to keep on living, day after day, year after year. | life life-and-living life-quotes | Scott Westerfeld | |
| ecb6fee | That was the only decision there was once upon a time: what to do with the night. | snakes | Harry Crews | |
| c61c5ae | I am often asked the question How can the masses permit themselves to be exploited by the few. The answer is By being persuaded to identify with them. | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| ea83769 | But dying's part of the wheel, right there next to being born. You can't pick out the pieces you like and leave the rest. Being part of the whole thing, that's the blessing. | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| a2f2af8 | Most people are not even aware of their need to conform. They live under the illusion that they follow their own ideas and inclinations, that they are individualists, that they have arrived at their opinion as the result of their own thinking - and that it just happens that their ideas are the same as this of the majority. (p.11) | Erich Fromm | ||
| 8155511 | We are a society of notoriously unhappy people: lonely, anxious, depressed, destructive, dependent -- people who are glad when we have killed the time we are trying so hard to save. | consumerism economics-philosophy modern-society philosophy psychology | Erich Fromm | |
| 75bf731 | Do you know what most people have from their grandmother? A tea set. Or a quilt." Curran smiled. "If your family had a quilt, it would be made out of chimera skin and stuffed with feathers from dead angels." | sword | Ilona Andrews | |
| 7540a5e | Sit your ass down, Don Juanabe," Derek said. "Don Juanabe?" Ascanio pulled out his swords. "Don Juan Wannabe," Derek explained. "See I shortened it. If you still don't get it, I'll write it down for you after the fight." "You've maxed out your wit quota for the night," Ascanio said. "I'm just getting started." "Be careful, you might sprain something in your brain." | banter derek humor | Ilona Andrews | |
| e212a89 | We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it. Before we know that there are words. Out we come, bloodied and squalling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there's only one direction. And time is its only measure. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 8418115 | Artemis Fowl will never be secondary." "I thought you were Artemis Fowl the Second?" said Holly." | Eoin Colfer | ||
| c42b987 | There is neither a foreign war nor a civil war; there is only just and unjust war. | war | Victor Hugo | |
| 7e071e1 | To err is human. To loaf is Parisian. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 1ad7e2e | He felt that he was himself and did not wish to be anyone else. He only wished now to be better than he had been formerly | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 2061576 | I've always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, as they are, and not as you'd like them to be. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 628f5b8 | There are as many kinds of love, as there are hearts | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| f6621a8 | You are going, Jane?" "I am going, sir." "You are leaving me?" "Yes." "You will not come? You will not be my comforter, my rescuer? My deep love, my wild woe, my frantic prayer, are all nothing to you?" What unutterable pathos was in his voice! How hard was it to reiterate firmly, "I am going!" "Jane!" "Mr. Rochester." "Withdraw then, I consent; but remember, you leave me here in anguish. Go up to your own room, think over all I have said, .. | heartbreak romance | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 4830a44 | As I exclaimed 'Jane! Jane! Jane!' a voice- I cannot tell whence the voice came, but I know whose voice it was- replied, 'I am coming: wait for me;' and a moment after, went whispering on the wind the words- 'Where are you?' "I'll tell you, if I can, the idea, the picture these words opened to my mind: yet it is difficult to express what I want to express. Ferndean is buried, as you see, in a heavy wood, where sound falls dull, and dies unr.. | jane-eyre love soul-mates soulmates | Charlotte Brontë | |
| a5cf8ff | And it's wrong of you to think that love leaves room for nothing else. It's possible to love something and still condescend to it. | kainene love | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | |
| 9ba792a | I've never seen the stars before. And I never knew they were so beautiful. | Beth Revis | ||
| c757aa8 | Some nights, I wake up knowing he is anxious. He is across the world in another woman's arms and the years have spread us like dandelion seeds, sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other | Sarah Kay | ||
| 8773da4 | After another ten minutes, the gates of thievery would open just a crack, and Liesel Meminger would widen them a little further and squeeze through. ***TWO QUESTIONS*** Would the gates shut behind her? Or would they have the goodwill to let her back out? As Liesel would discover, a good thief requires many things. Stealth. Nerve. Speed. More important than any of those things, however, was one final requirement. Luck. Actually. Forget the .. | liesel-meminger markus-zusak the-book-thief thieves | Markus Zusak | |
| 502b82b | After perhaps thirty meters, just as a soldier turned around, the girl was felled. Hands were clamped upon her from behind and the boy next door brought her down. He forced her knees to the road and suffered the penalty. He collected her punches as if they were presents. Her bony hands and elbows were accepted with nothing but a few short moans. He accumulated the loud, clumsy specks of saliva and tears as if they were lovely to his face, a.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 01d34c6 | And she felt as though she had been there, on that bench, for an eternity. For an infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space. | moment passion | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 4735a56 | Blameless people are always the most exasperating. | society | George Eliot | |
| 7c417af | Character is not cut in marble - it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do. | George Eliot | ||
| 0eb203f | Well, just remember--all your misery will be waiting for you at the door upon your exit, should you care to pick it up again when you leave. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 647dc41 | You may return here once you have fully come to understand that you are always here. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 8a9a0c8 | People seem to think that if you keep your head empty you automatically fill your balls. | Simone de Beauvoir | ||
| 4c435ae | To be oneself, simply oneself, is so amazing and utterly unique an experience that it's hard to convince oneself so singular a thing happens to everybody. | self uniqueness | Simone de Beauvoir | |
| 6bb5b24 | counselling man to treat her as a slave while persuading her that she is a queen. | Simone de Beauvoir | ||
| bfecb8a | I just want you to know,' said the girl, coldly, 'that whoever you are and whatever you intend with me, I shall give you no aid of any kind, nor shall I assist you, and I shall do whatever is in my power to frustrate your plans and devices.' And then she added, with feeling, 'Idiot. | the-star | Neil Gaiman | |
| 4b90552 | There are accounts that, if we open our hearts to them, will cut us too deeply. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| c5d559b | My bed was pushed up hard against the wall just below the window. I loved to sleep with the windows open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open my windows and put my head on my pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak. There would be raindrops blown onto my face, too, if I was lucky, and I would imagine that I was in my boat on the ocean and that it was swaying with the swell of .. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| b97b7ef | Nothing, like something, happens anywhere. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| fb943a7 | She sat down on one of her grandmother's uncomfortable armchairs, and the cat sprang up into her lap and made itself comfortable. The light that came through the picture window was daylight, real golden late-afternoon daylight, not a white mist light. The sky was a robin's-egg blue, and Coraline could see trees and, beyond the trees, green hills, which faded on the horizon into purples and grays. The sky had never seemed so sky, the world h.. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| a258759 | Writing's a lot like cooking. Sometimes the cake won't rise, no matter what you do, and every now and again the cake tastes better than you ever could have dreamed it would. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 8e4c6f0 | Oysters open completely when the moon is full; and when the crab sees one it throws a piece of stone or seaweed into it and the oyster cannot close again so that it serves the crab for meat. Such is the fate of him who opens his mouth too much and thereby puts himself at the mercy of the listener. Leonardo da Vinci, 1452-1519 | Robert Greene | ||
| f6f94bd | And I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know. | mothers-love | Mitch Albom |