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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d1cb260 | You don't know who Nicholas Sparks is?" Dash asked. I shook my head. "Please don't ever find out," he said." | Rachel Cohn | ||
| b4bed04 | I hope that global warming will go away. I hope that people won't be homeless. I hope that suffering will not exist. I want to believe that my hope is not in vain. I want to believe that even though I hope for things that are so magnanimous, I am not a bad person because what I really want to believe in is purely selfish. I want to believe there is somebody out there just for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 82beb64 | I guess I'm nervous to be meeting you," Lily said at long last, eyes still closed. "Likewise," I assured her. "I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, there are oh so many ways I can disappoint." | Rachel Cohn | ||
| a1c5abe | That's because you're interpreting it the wrong way. I don't mean it as a wistful, overdramatic declaration. I meant that the love I felt for him was huge and real, and, while painful, it forever changed me as a person, in the same way that being your brother reflects and changes how I evolve, and vice versa. The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart,.. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 9547a50 | Well, I've been corresponding with a complete stranger in a notebook, telling him my innermost feelings and thoughts and then blindly going to mystery places where he dares me to go.... | Rachel Cohn | ||
| d92e028 | Ouch. Cursing--not so dashing. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 4cf157a | It's definitely worth something," I said. "A lot. We still don't know each other, right? And I'll admit--I thought it might be best if we kept it all to the page, passed that notebook back and forth until we were ninety. But clearly that wasn't meant to be. And who am I to blow against the wind?" | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 8461843 | Their first date was at the symphony. How mean can a guy be who likes Mozart? I hope, at least. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 36983c0 | I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24-7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a blow job or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they can't hide. Every single successful love song of the past fifty years can be traced back to 'I .. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 09b18a3 | The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing Fuck | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 9504a04 | Are you over him?" I asked. We both knew the him I referred to was not Benny, but the him who broke Langston's heart so devastatingly. Langston's first love. "In some ways, I think I'll never be over him," Langston said. "That is such an unsatisfying answer." "That's because you're interpreting it the wrong way. I don't mean it as a wistful, overdramatic declaration. I meant that the love I felt for him was huge and real, and, while painful.. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 820b6bc | The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There's no getting over that." My" | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 8e009b1 | The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing The way your touch turns into arcs The way you slide into the dark The beating of my open heart You don't know But I'm noticing And I'm moved, it's so beautiful. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| fb5c08f | Memo to Merle Haggard: Miracles really do happen. I | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 0c572ac | Then again. Maybe the simple diagnosis of either hetero or homo is misleading. Maybe there's just sexuality, and it's bendable and unpredictable, like a circus performer, | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 2816dfe | It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn't about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love." Norah" | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 6d58146 | You dueled?" Lily asked "Yes. And if we do it again, it will be-" "DON'T SAY IT!" Thibaud screamed. "-a dual duel," I completed, with satisfaction." | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 6efa041 | The point is that I really don't want to break up with me. In fact, what I'd like is for us to do the opposite of break up with each other. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| bbf3f8f | Here's the thing about love," Mrs. Basil E. replied. "You get a last chance. And then, when that doesn't work, you make yourself another last chance. Then another. Then another. You keep going until your last chances run out." | Rachel Cohn | ||
| d5dd8ee | E uma grande mentira dizer que so existe uma pessoa com quem se vai ficar pelo resto da vida. Se tiver sorte? E se se esforcar bastante? Sempre havera mais de uma. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| b017b5d | I always hoped that after the prince found Cinderella and they rode away in their magnificent carriage, after a few miles she turned to him and said, "Could you drop me off down the road please? Now that I've finally escaped my life of horrific abuse, I'd like to see something of the world, you know?... I'll catch back up with you later, Prince, once I've found my own way." | Rachel Cohn | ||
| c5bf116 | And It's not entirely true that I've never been in love. I had a pet gerbil in first grade.... | Rachel Cohn | ||
| a8c9f85 | Our love had been liking; our feelings had been ordinary, not Shakespearean. I still felt fondness for her--fondness, that pleasant, detached mix of admiration and sentiment, appreciation and nostalgia. I | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 80d39fe | The Strand proudly proclaims itself as home to eighteen miles of books. I have no idea how this is calculated. Does one stack all the books on top of each other to get the eighteen miles? Or do you put them end to end, to create a bridge between Manhattan and, say, Short Hills, New Jersey, eighteen miles away? Were there eighteen miles of shelves? No one knew. We all just took the bookstore at its word, because if you couldn't trust a books.. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 53ad935 | You don't feel like a stranger to me. I wanted to ask her, What does a stranger feel like? Not to be snarky or sarcastic. Because I really wanted to know if there was a difference, if there was a way to become truly knowable, if there wasn't always something keeping you a stranger, even to the people you weren't strange to at all. I | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 84747b1 | I might have liked to share a dance with you. If I may be so bold to say. I thought: But isn't this a dance? Isn't all of this a dance? Isn't that what we do with words? Isn't that what we do when we talk, when we spar, when we make plans or leave it to chance? Some of it's choreographed. Some of the steps have been done for ages. And the rest--the rest is spontaneous. The rest has to be decided on the floor, in the moment, before the mus.. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 8ce46ef | Game over," you say, and I don't know which I take more exception to--the fact that you say that it's over, or the fact that you say it's a game. It's only over when one of us keeps the notebook for good. It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that. Only" | Rachel Cohn | ||
| ca4c7b3 | And I find myself saying, "It wasn't really about her." And finding it's true. "What do you mean?" Norah asks. "It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn't about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love." Norah" | Rachel Cohn | ||
| c4fb315 | You think fairy tales are only for girls? Here's a hint--ask yourself who wrote them. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 84d9149 | But that's what I love about punk music. It has a sense of humor about itself, doesn't pretend to be something it's not. It's kickass funk with a heavy-metal edge, but with a conscience." Good" | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 1696273 | Well sure, who doesn't need a boyfriend? But realistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by. At least a quality one. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 5b948a9 | This is why I should consider breaking my straight-edge vow. Beer most certainly would help this situation. It probably couldn't make it any worse. Basic | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 76b6e31 | I may have a potty mouth, but I do not get caught in illicit sexual encounters in Marriotts, for fuck's sake. I guess I could be open to a Ritz-Carlton or a Four Seasons, but a Marriott, no fucking way! Yet here I am. And there's nowhere else I'd rather be. What spell has this boy cast on me? I | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 2e374ad | marzenie odlozone na pozniej to marzenie, ktorego sobie odmawiamy. | Rachel Cohn & David Levithan | ||
| 5abfea4 | Ludzie ktorzy sa dla nas wazni pozostawiaja w nas slady. | Rachel Cohn & David Levithan | ||
| 52eb85a | I inspect the notebook of CDs laying on the floor. There's the usual suspects in there, Green Day and The Clash and The Smiths, yeah, but there's also Ella and Frank, even Dino, some Curtis Mayfield and Minor Threat and Dusty Springfield and Belle & Sebastian, | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 3cb1215 | February 11: Actress Edith Evanson visits Marilyn's Brentwood home to work on the Swedish accent Marilyn is to use for her disguise as a maid in Something's Got to Give, an identity Marilyn's character adopts when returning home to her husband, who presumes she has died in an air crash. "Everything was dark, heavy and depressing. It had a creepy feeling about it but I thought nothing of it because she talked of her plans for decorating and .. | Carl Rollyson | ||
| 820bb38 | Simon Baron-Cohen, The Science of Evil; Judith Beck, Cognitive Behavior Therapy; Louis Cozolino, The Making of a Therapist; Kevin Dutton, The Wisdom of Psychopaths; James Fallon, The Psychopath Inside; Peter and Ginger Ross Breggin, Talking Back to Prozac; Robert D. Hare, Without Conscience; Kent Kiehl, The Psychopath Whisperer; Jane McGregor and Tim McGregor, The Sociopath at the Breakfast Table; J. Reid Meloy, The Psychopathic Mind; Dinah.. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| ede62bf | survive, forcing the Hunters to retreat as well. In doing so, Sarah took the one thing Adam had continued to live for. His son. Adam hated himself for | John M. Davis | ||
| 3203253 | There was one vampire, however, who refused to leave... who believed that the dream of a nation of immortals was still within reach--so long as Abraham Lincoln was dead. His name was John Wilkes Booth. FIG.3E - JOHN WILKES BOOTH (SEATED) POSES FOR A PORTRAIT WITH CONFEDERATE PRESIDENT JEFFERSON DAVIS IN RICHMOND, CIRCA 1863. | Seth Grahame-Smith | ||
| c5e7c73 | I was sent to a teacher called Alf Adamson, who had a country dance band that toured the Borders. | Hunter Davies | ||
| a062ccb | Even more than black death he dreaded the gaudy gate: the mask of sweet red rubber, the violet overhead lights, the rattling ride through washed corridors, the steaming, breathing, percolating apparatus, basins of pink sterilizer, the firm straps binding every limb, the sacred pure garb of the surgeons, their eyes alone showing, the cute knives and angled scissors, the beat of your own heart pounding through the burnished machinery, the gre.. | Adam Begley | ||
| 74d05a3 | Barth was possibly the less efficacious of the two remedies. A bracingly stringent Calvinist, he did supply Updike with one of the enduring tenets of his personal creed (the idea that God is "Wholly Other": "We cannot reach Him, only He can reach us"), and he did become, in the sixties, Updike's favorite theologian ("Ipswich belonged to Barth")--but as Barth himself insisted, theology cannot protect faith from doubt. For Updike, it was one .. | Adam Begley | ||
| 59aeb05 | White encouraged Updike's equally scrupulous commitment. They bonded over dashes, colons, and commas--most amazingly in an exchange of letters in the last two months of 1954 concerning two poems, "The Sunflower" and "The Clan." She wanted to make his punctuation consistent; he wanted to make his light verse flow in a manner pleasing to the ear and the eye. When he suggested changes to the proof of "Sunflower"--literally begging for a colon .. | Adam Begley |