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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0afae40 | I'm all alone, but I'm not lonely. | aomame loneliness | Haruki Murakami | |
| 48da8f1 | Your work should be an act of love, not a marriage of convenience. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| b97899b | Let's say you are an empty vessel. So what? What's wrong with that?" Eri said. "You're still a wonderful, attractive vessel. And really, does anybody know who they are? So why not be a completely beautiful vessel? The kind people feel good about, the kind people want to entrust with precious belongings." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| a978e23 | An unhealthy soul requires a healthy body. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| aeb4950 | I get irritated, I get upset. Especially when I'm in a hurry. But I see it all as part of our training. To get irritated is to lose our way in life. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 70e4463 | Listen, Kafka. What you're experiencing now is the motif of many Greek tragedies. Man doesn't choose fate. Fate chooses man. That's the basic worldview of Greek drama. And the sense of tragedy--according to Aristotle--comes, ironically enough, not from the protagonist's weak points but from his good qualities. Do you know what I'm getting at? People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues. Sophocles' Oedipus .. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 2453ca1 | If you've lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it, and if you didn't - you will never understand. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 3fcbcb9 | Sometimes the key to happiness is just expecting a little bit less | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 5609679 | What if the puzzle of the world was a shape you didn't fit into? And the only way to survive was to mutilate yourself, carve away your corners, sand yourself down, modify yourself to fit? How come we haven't been able to change the puzzle instead? | puzzle world | Jodi Picoult | |
| 18beb3c | Sometimes parents don't find what they're looking for it their child, so they plant seeds for what they'd like to grow there instead. I've witnessed this with the former hockey player who takes his son out to skate before he can even walk. Or in the mother who gave up her ballet dreams when she married, but now scrapes her daughter's hair into a bun and watched from the wings of the stage. We are not, as you'd expect, orchestrating their li.. | disappointment dream | Jodi Picoult | |
| a54c245 | Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character. | James Joyce | ||
| 0e85f71 | They looked like two children," she told me. And that thought frightened her, because she'd always felt that only children are capable of everything." | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| fc375b4 | As long as a population can be induced to believe in a supernatural hereafter, it can be oppressed and controlled. People will put up with all sorts of tyranny, poverty, and painful treatment if they're convinced that they'll eventually escape to some resort in the sky where lifeguards are superfluous and the pool never closes. Moreover, the faithful are usually willing to risk their skins in whatever military adventure their government may.. | heaven military religion tyranny war | Tom Robbins | |
| 54c2480 | Integrity is choosing courage over comfort; choosing what is right over what is fun, fast, or easy; and choosing to practice our values rather than simply professing them. | Brené Brown | ||
| 90916a0 | I thought about how odd it is for billions of people to be alive, yet not one of them is really quite sure of what makes people people. The only activities I could think of that humans do that have no animal equivalent were smoking, body-building and writing. That's not much, considering how special we seem to think we are. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 12cbe55 | The saddest part of a broken heart Isn't the ending so much as the start | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 1f3b738 | I find something repulsive about the idea of vicarious redemption. I would not throw my numberless sins onto a scapegoat and expect them to pass from me; we rightly sneer at the barbaric societies that practice this unpleasantness in its literal form. There's no moral value in the vicarious gesture anyway. As Thomas Paine pointed out, you may if you wish take on a another man's debt, or even to take his place in prison. That would be self-s.. | forgiveness immorality redemption religion responsibility scapegoating sin | Christopher Hitchens | |
| 5026af1 | I've always been bad. Probably I shall be bad again, punished again. But the worse I am, the more I need God. I can't shut myself out from His mercy. ... Or it may be a private bargain between me and God, that if I give up this one thing I want so much, however bad I am, He won't quite despair of me in the end. | Evelyn Waugh | ||
| 23bb6a2 | My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. These memories, which are my life--for we possess nothing certainly except the past--were always with me. Like the pigeons of St. Mark's, they were everywhere, under my feet, singly, in pairs, in little honey-voiced congregations, nodding, strutting, winking, rolling the tender feathers of their necks, perching sometimes, if I stood still, on my shoulder.. | Evelyn Waugh | ||
| b5fe26f | There was only one thing I could do to ease the pain. I turned to the only four guys who'd never let me down. The only four guys who'd never broken my heart, who'd never disappointed me. John, Paul, George, and Ringo. Anybody who has ever clung to a song like a musical life raft will understand. Or put on a song to bring out an emotion or a memory. Or had a soundtrack playing in their head to drown out a conversation or a scene. | Elizabeth Eulberg | ||
| 962e340 | That without experimentation, a willingness to ask questions and try new things, we shall surely become static, repetitive, moribund. | life try-new-things | Anthony Bourdain | |
| 44b5cfc | I shall be much obliged to you, cousin, if you will refrain from telling my sisters that she has a face like a horse!' 'But, Charles, no blame attaches to Miss Wraxton! She cannot help it, and that, I assure you, I have always pointed out to your sisters!' 'I consider Miss Wraxton's countenance particularly well-bred!' 'Yes, indeed, but you have quite misunderstood the matter! I meant a particularly well-bred horse!' 'You mean, as I am per.. | romance | Georgette Heyer | |
| 5d7efcf | I have measured out my life in coffee spoons. | T.S. Eliot | ||
| 806fe3d | Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the 'Momentary' masters of a 'Fraction' of a 'Dot' | Carl Sagan | ||
| b4fc137 | Men who are afraid to feel must keep women around to do their feeling for them while dismissing us for the same supposedly "inferior" capacity to feel deeply. But in this way also, men deny themselves their own essential humanity, becoming trapped in dependency and fear." | gender-relations sexism | Audre Lorde | |
| dee910e | I'll be right behind you" behind her? Thirty-two steps with him looking at her butt? "No, you wont." "Look, it's late, i'm tired, can we just-" "it'll be a cold day in hell when you follow me up those steps. You want to go up, you go first." "Why?" he said mystified "you're not looking at my rear end all the way up that hill." Cal sighed and took the first step. "wait a minute. Now you'll be looking at my butt all the way up the steps." "ye.. | Jennifer Crusie | ||
| 2c09c5b | The awareness of the damage done by severe mental illness--to the individual himself and to others--and fears that it may return again play a decisive role in many suicides | Kay Redfield Jamison | ||
| c5be81a | Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| bf8bf7b | I've now realised for the first time in my life the vital Importance of Being Earnest. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 2adb5ba | He's a cousin of some friends of the Lightwoods or something. He's nice. I promise." "Nice, bah. He's gorgeous." Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things." "No. You can't have him." "Why not? Do you like him?" Magnus's eyes gleamed. "He seems to like you. I saw him going for your hand out there like a squirrel diving for a peanut." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 3d98343 | Clary saw the group of lycanthropes look up, alert as a group of hunting dogs senting game. She turned- And saw Luke, tired and bloodstained, coming through the double doors of the Hall. She ran toward him. Forgetting how upset she'd been when he'd left, and forgetting how angry he'd been with her for bringing them here, forgetting everything but how glad she was to see him. He looked surprised for a moment as she barreled toward him- the.. | family mortal-instruments valentine | Cassandra Clare | |
| d3970d6 | What's on?" Magnus inquired. "What Not to Wear," came a familiar drawling voice, emanating from a sprawled figure in one of the armchairs. He sat forward and for a moment Clary thought Jace might get up and greet them. Instead, he shook his head at the screen. "High-waisted khaki pants? Who wears those?" He turned and glared at Magnus. "Nearly unlimited supernatural power," he said, "and all you do is use it to watch reruns. What a waste." .. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 98b52ad | In all Gabriel's life he could not remember his brother giving even the prettiest of Shadowhunter girls a second glance. Yet he looked at this scarred mundane servant as if she were the sun rising. It was inexplicable, but it was also undeniable. He could see the horror on his brother's face as Sophie's good opinion of him shattered before his eyes. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| cd41c34 | Mundanes who involve themselves in things they know nothing about are likely to meet unpleasant endings. | charlotte-branswill | Cassandra Clare | |
| f677d04 | I think you were the wrong person for the Jace that I was, but not the Jace that I am now, the Jace you helped make me. Who is, incidentally, a Jace I like much better than the old one. You've changed me for the better, and even if you left me, I would still have that. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| d2b6f53 | Great," Simon said. "Maybe I'll even make it back before my mother notices I'm gone. What's the time difference between here and Manhattan?" "You have a mother?" Aline looked amazed." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 762b1a1 | I asked you to be my parabatai because I needed you, but you're allowed to need me, too. This"--he indicated his own parabatai rune--"means you are the better, other half of me, and I care about you more than I care about myself. Remember that. I'm sorry I didn't realize how much you were hurting. I didn't see it then, but I see it now." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| d73f8e6 | Hello?" Isabelle called from the other side. "Simon, is your diva moment over? I need to talk to Jace." | jace simon | Cassandra Clare | |
| fd773b4 | The Queen's smile was wide and terrible. "What if I told you she could be freed by a kiss?" "You want Jace to you?" Clary said, bewildered. ... "Despite his charms," the Queen said, "that kiss will not free the girl." The four looked at each other, startled. "I could kiss Meliron, " suggested Isabelle. "Nor that. Nor any one of my court." Meliron moved away from Isabelle, who looked at her companions and threw up her hands. "I'm not kissi.. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 56befed | Demonic activity levels? Do they have a device that measures whether the demons inside the house are doing power yoga?" -Simon, pg.340-" -- | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 658407b | Simon!" The voice was faint, but his hearing caught it over the pop and crackle of glowing flames. The smoke in the corridor had presaged heat; the heat was here now, pressing against him like an oppressive wall. "Simon!" The voice was Clary's. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense of memory of what he'd most loved during life to carry him throught the process of death. "Simon, you stupid idio.. | simon-and-clary | Cassandra Clare | |
| 32b08f8 | Oooh, that was fun." "That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year." "Why?" Isabelle said. "So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means." Isabelle pulled the long heavy mass of her wet hair forward and wrung it out as if it were wet washing. "You're raining on my parade." "It's a pretty wet parade already, if you hadn't noticed." Jace glanced around." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| d4a419d | Parabatai" said Jace. "It means a pair of warriors who fight together - who are closer than brothers. Alec is more than justmy best friend." | city-of-bones jace tmi | Cassandra Clare | |
| e722077 | I'm boasting of my...skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption. | Cassandra Clare |