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2d5a20c She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her. hurt inspirational life soul Laurie Halse Anderson
4df928c Dead girl walking" the boys say in the halls. "Tell us your secrets" the girls whisper, one toilet to another. "I am that girl. I am the spaces between my thighs, daylight shinning through. I am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame." Laurie Halse Anderson
6061bc1 Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish in ourselves if we are to live in society. people society John Fowles
9346420 The great teachers fill you up with hope and shower you with a thousand reasons to embrace all aspects of life. I wanted to follow Mr. Monte around for the rest of my life, learning everything he wished to share of impart, but I didn't know how to ask. Pat Conroy
eb7f121 Enthusiasm is a supernatural serenity. peace Henry David Thoreau
e9e8ee4 Do not despair. I know you will not despair. You have a manly and a proud heart. A proud heart can survive a general failure because such a failure does not prick its pride. It is more difficult and more bitter when a man fails alone. Chinua Achebe
723e237 There was nothing but land; not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made. Willa Cather
e6fec34 Anne had no sooner uttered the phrase, "home o'dreams," than it captivated her fancy and she immediately began the erection of one of her own. It was, of course, tenanted by an ideal master, dark, proud, and melancholy; but oddly enough, Gilbert Blythe persisted in hanging about too, helping her arrange pictures, lay out gardens, and accomplish sundry other tasks which a proud and melancholy hero evidently considered beneath his dignity. An.. L.M. Montgomery
8874c9e Love you! Girl, you're in the very core of my heart. I hold you there like a jewel. Didn't I promise you I'd never tell you a lie? Love you! I love you with all there is of me to love. Heart, soul, brain. Every fibre of body and spirit thrilling to the sweetness of you. There's nobody in the world for me but you, Valancy. romantic sweet the-blue-castle valancy L.M. Montgomery
47db9fb The woods are never solitary--they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. L.M. Montgomery
9c7613a There are times when personal experience keeps us from reaching the mountain top and so we let it go because the weight of it is too heavy. And sometimes the mountain top is difficult to reach with all our resources, factual and confessional, so we are just there, collectively grasping, feeling the limitations of knowledge, longing together, yearning for a way to reach that highest point. Even this yearning is a way to know. bell hooks
4dd07d1 To be naked is to be oneself. To be nude is to be seen naked by others and yet not recognised for oneself. John Berger
7316fb3 She was a genius on paper. But not a team player. She was quick to loathe others. But not against loving. She was a complicated equation that didn't need to be solved. Krista Ritchie
08210f3 I was waiting for the sun to chase me," he breathes, drawing me to his chest. In one swift movement, my lips are on his. The world is spinning. He kisses me like this is the moment he's envisioned all his life. Like this is heaven on Earth. For me, it is. A blissful moment before something that could be the end. The rush before the fear. He whispers, "I fucking love you." I smile, my lips tingling. "Guess what?" "What?" "I love you more th.. Krista Ritchie
c5bec4c She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as 'pretty'...but he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him. Thomas Pynchon
7ba6b8a But my memories are like a fire in winter--whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them. --Ditta truth Madeleine L'Engle
6570a23 No one has to know. No one would. It would be her secret, one she would share with the mountains only. The question is whether it is a secret she can live with, and Parwana thinks she knows the answer. She has lived with secrets all her life. khaled Hosseini
d5f449b America was different. America was a river, roarng along, unmindful of the past. I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins. Khaled Hosseini
58837b8 I dare say it is rather hard to be a rat," she mused. "Nobody likes you. People jump and run away and scream out: 'Oh, a horrid rat!' I shouldn't like people to scream and jump and say: 'Oh, a horrid Sara!' the moment they saw me, and set traps for me, and pretend they were dinner. It's so different to be a sparrow. But nobody asked this rat if he wanted to be a rat when he was made. Nobody said: 'Wouldn't you rather be a sparrow?" -- choice frances-hodgson-burnett life Frances Hodgson Burnett
f481512 My mother always says people should be able to take care of themselves, even if they're rich and important. people rich self-care truth Frances Hodgson Burnett
94db3b7 And acceptance is the answer to all my problems today. When I am disturbed, it is because I find some person, place, thing, or situation "some fact of my life" unacceptable to me, and I can find no serenity until I accept that person, place, thing, or situation as being exactly the way it is supposed to be at this moment." alcoholics-anonymous serenity Alcoholics Anonymous
6f5de04 Buffy's high school was built on top of a vortex of evil, the Hellmouth. And whose wasn't? Sarah Vowell
04bddce He chanced a glance at her. She was not tearful; that was one of the many wonderful things about Ginny, she was rarely weepy. He had sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up. J.K. Rowling
69982b9 I haven't got the heart to take the mickey out of him, even," said Fred, looking over at Ron's crumpled figure. "Mind you . . . when he missed the fourteenth . . ." He made wild motions with his arms as though doing an upright doggy-paddle. "Well, I'll save it for parties, eh?" -- J.K. Rowling
d25e583 Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot, And treat them just the same." same teach J.K. Rowling
5e35511 The sky outside the window was changing rapidly from deep, velvety blue to cold, steely gray and then, slowly, to pink shot with gold. J.K. Rowling
5721163 A week after Fred and George's departure, Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves, who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier, and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, "It unscrews the other way." humor J.K. Rowling
91724bb But more than that, he admired the way she'd always spoken her mind. He remembered that after they'd gone out a few times, he'd said to her what he said to all women he dated-that he wasn't ready for a steady relationship. Unlike the others, though, Allie had simply nodded and said, "Fine." But on her way out the door, she'd turned and said: "But your problem isn't me, or your job, or your freedom, or whatever else you think it is. Your pro.. Nicholas Sparks
7f5acb1 Science only goes so far, then comes God. - Noah Calhoun- science Nicholas Sparks
e043fd6 He [Ranger] peeled my [Stephanie] clothes off and wrangled me into bed. And then suddenly he was inside me. He once told me that time spent with him would ruin me for all other men. When he said it, I thought it was an outrageous threat. I no longer though it outrageous. romance Janet Evanovich
dcc10fa In school, they would tell you that life wouldn't come to you; you had to go out and make it your own. But when it came to love, the message for girls seemed to be this: Don't. Don't go after what you want. Wait. Wait to be chosen, as if only in the eye of another could one truly find value. The message was confusing and infuriating. It was a shell game with no actual pea under the rapidly moving cups. Libba Bray
e8ed0f2 True affection and love have a purity which shall always prevail over bigotry. Libba Bray
af8abe4 According to Plato, we don't learn anything. Our soul has lived so many lives that we know everything. Teachers and education can only remind us of what we already know. Chuck Palahniuk
cda4e6a Harriet] hated math. She hated math with every bone in her body. She spent so much time hating it that she never had time to do it. Louise Fitzhugh
bcbd232 That's what I do. Watch movies and read. Sometimes I even pretend to write, but I'm not fooling anyone. Oh, and I go to the mailbox. everyday-life life love movies reading thinking write Nicole Krauss
c121955 When grace moves in... guilt moves out Max Lucado
beec660 Fiction is a solution, the best solution, to the problem of existential solitude. writing-inspiration writing-philosophy Jonathan Franzen
d7cf59f A scientist can pretend that his work isn't himself, it's merely the impersonal truth. An artist can't hide behind the truth. He can't hide anywhere. science truth Ursula K. LeGuin
fb70e09 Maeve stirs across the sea. Two goddesses walk hand in hand with Aelin. More than that, Mala and Deanna have watched over her the entirety of her life. But perhaps it wasn't watching. Perhaps it was ... shaping. So they might one day unleash her, too. And I wonder if the gods have weighed the costs of that storm. And deemed the casualties worth it. Sarah J. Maas
0191d27 Dangerous words, Rhysand," Amren warned, strutting through the door, nearly swallowed up by the enormous white fur coat she wore. Only her chin-length dark hair and solid silver eyes were visible above the collar. She looked-- "You look like an angry snowball," Cassian said." Sarah J. Maas
2ef660a I like the new scar Captain. aedion-ashryver sassy Sarah J. Maas
24acebf The heart he'd offered and had been left to drop on the wooden planks of the river docks. An assassin who had sailed away and a queen who had returned. Sarah J. Maas
b128b53 Slowly, she turned to him. It was her face--or it would be in a few years. When she Settled. But it wasn't the slightly older features that knocked the breath from him. It was the hand on her rounded belly. She stared toward him, hair still flowing. Behind her, four small figures emerged. Rowan fell to his knees. The tallest: a girl with golden hair and pine-green eyes, solemn-faced and as proud as her mother. The boy beside her, nearly her.. Sarah J. Maas
eb852de love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark e.e. cummings