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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d69ecfc | Shane held the jewelry at arm's length, dangling it like a dead rat. "No way in hell am I caught dead or alive wearing that." | Rachel Caine | ||
| 1e972b6 | You are the weirdest girl ever." "Please. You live with Eve." | Rachel Caine | ||
| 9a5e647 | Don't play his game. Play yours. | claire-danvers domestic-violence morganville-vampires stalker stalking survival surviving | Rachel Caine | |
| e6139e4 | He let Shane drop back down in his chair, and walked out, back stiff. Furious. Shane sat with his hands clutching at the armrests. He exchanged a stunned look with Eve, and they both stood up at once. "No," Shane said. "I did it. Let me fix it." He went off after Michael. Eve chewed her lip and said, "Well, we're either going to see half the house destroyed, or their bromance is going to go all the way." | michael-glass shane-collins | Rachel Caine | |
| 4b2476d | It's a long way from not having enough serotonin to thinking the world is "stale, flat and unprofitable"; even further to writing a play about a man driven by that thought. " | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| c698ffb | Sometimes, when you're sad you don't know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 7057560 | He had given her too much. He had given her everything. | Trudi Canavan | ||
| e3b9c25 | We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 2868e53 | most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| fcbd2dd | What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how? | Jack Kerouac | ||
| bcf4638 | One fast move or I'm gone,' I realize, gone the way of the last three years of drunken hopelessness which is a physical and spiritual and metaphysical hopelessness you can't learn in school no matter how many books on existentialism or pessimisn you read, or how many jugs of vision-producing Ayahuasca drink, or Mescaline take, or Peyote goop up with - | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 1e5b2de | but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing. | travel wanderlust | Jack Kerouac | |
| 3fad1c7 | the only thing more terrifying than blindness is being the only one who can see. | José Saramago | ||
| 4b24b00 | That's the scary thing about hope," she said. "If you let it go too long it turns into faith." | inspirational | Christopher Moore | |
| 8a06ed8 | Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigious than meteors. The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside. Sure of my life and death, I observe the ambitious and would like to understand them. Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air. Their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack. They speak of humanity. My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of that same poverty. They speak of homeland. My homelan.. | poetry | Jorge Luis Borges | |
| 53c37d8 | His dark blue shirt was plastered to his chest, covered with werewolf goop and tears. "Now we both need a bath," I said. "That can be arranged." "Please, Jean-Claude, no sexual innuendo until after I'm clean." "Of course, MA PETITE. It was crude of me tonight. My apologies." I stared at him. He was being far too nice. Jean-Claude was a lot of things, but nice wasn't one of them. "If you're up to something, I don't want to know about it. I c.. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| ac4d64c | I felt like shit, but it was happy shit. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 4c351be | He thinks he's happy but it's just a nerve cell in his brain that's getting too much stimulation or too little stimulation. | Don DeLillo | ||
| a043f74 | It is so much simpler to bury reality than it is to dispose of dreams | Don DeLillo | ||
| 0707d81 | Tell it to the cleaning lady on Monday. Because you'll be dust on Monday. Because I'll be pulverizing you sometime over the weekend. And the cleaning lady... cleans up... dust. She dusts. And she has weekends off, so... Monday. Right? | Bryan Lee O'Malley | ||
| bbd6e06 | if you argue for your limitations they are yours | Richard Bach | ||
| c11059c | Honey, the only experts in PMS are men. That's why men are so good at fighting wars; they learned Escape and Evade at home. | Linda Howard | ||
| 3aa8802 | Pierce jerked his hand from Trent and pushed himself straight. "Kalamack Industries," he said, expression twisted as he wiped his hand on his pants. "I knew your father." "I do not freaking believe this," I said, shifting to stand where I could see both of them. Al beamed. "Amazing who you can meet in an elevator." | rachel trent | Kim Harrison | |
| ef28f40 | That's all I've ever dreamed of, Mr. Bones. To make the world a better place. To bring some beauty to the drab humdrum corners of the soul. You can do it with a toaster, you can do it with a poem, you can do it by reaching out your hand to a stranger. It doesn't matter what form it takes. To leave the world a little better than you found it. That's the best a man can ever do. | Paul Auster | ||
| f35e13b | There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 1fba341 | What makes his world so hard to see clearly is not its strangeness but its usualness).Familiarity can blind you too. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| 9c770f5 | Guilt is a rope that wears thin. | Ayn Rand | ||
| ca0f96e | This is the thing to bomb. This is the beginning--from "I" to "we". If you who own the things people must have could understand this, you might preserve yourself. If you could separate causes from results, if you could know that Paine, Marx, Jefferson, Lenin were results, not causes, you might survive. But that you cannot know. For the quality of owning freezes you forever into "I", and cuts you off forever from the "we". " | John Steinbeck | ||
| 6b81304 | At the end of the rainbow waited the pot of gold. But rainbows were made of faint and fragile gossamer-and gold weighed a ton-and since the world began, gold was the reason to do most anything. | V.C. Andrews | ||
| a4fe9b8 | Get the love you deserve and gave your partner the love and support he deserves | John Gray | ||
| 509cd13 | lbth khh dwstt drm, Hmq jn. wly azrt mydhm. dlylsh hm Sf w sdh yn st khh dwstt drm, yn r myfhmy? adm khsny r khh bh anh by tfwt st azr nmydhd. | Ernesto Sabato | ||
| a4d3bdb | A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the .. | Charles Dickens | ||
| dcd3fe2 | I had lost my mind and fallen into my heart. | Dan Millman | ||
| e2e7cde | Why do we call all our generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths? | idealism illusions truths | Edith Wharton | |
| c5334b2 | We are now cruising at a level of two to the power of twenty-five thousand to one against and falling, and we will be restoring normality just as soon as we are sure what is normal anyway. | Douglas Adams | ||
| c045e84 | How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep. | fantasy lotr tolkien | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 2ca59d7 | After some time he felt for his pipe. It was not broken, and that was something. Then he felt for his pouch, and there was some tobacco in it, and that was something more. Then he felt for matches and he could not find any at all, and that shattered his hopes completely. | pipe smoking tobacco | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 5cd7a43 | Life is an island in an ocean of solitude and seclusion. Life is an island, rocks are its desires, trees its dreams, and flowers its loneliness, and it is in the middle of an ocean of solitude and seclusion. Your life, my friend, is an island separated from all other islands and continents. Regardless of how many boats you send to other shores, you yourself are an island separated by its own pains,secluded its happiness and far away in its .. | Kahlil Gibran | ||
| 115f566 | My self is all to me. I don't have any need of you. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| a511505 | Carry the fire. | emotion hope prophecy | Cormac McCarthy | |
| aad6294 | It's noon, Valerius. We both should be asleep?" Acheron paused. "Where are you anyways?" "I don't know," Valerius said. "I hear some godawful kind of music from outside, horns blaring, and I'm in a house with a mohawk cuckoo bird, a transvestite, and a knife-wielding lunatic." "Why are you at Tabitha's?" Acheron asked. "Excuse me?" "Relax," Acheron said with a yawn. "You're in good hands. Tabby won't hurt you." "She stabbed me!" "Damn," Ash.. | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| b094c86 | Damn, Atlantean, what did you do? (Julian) I apparently made a new friend. (Acheron) I made a friend like that once. The bastard almost gutted me. (Julian) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| d789d90 | God forbid I should bleed to death, eh? Then you'd have to cart around my rotting corpse. (Kyrian) Could you be any more morbid? Jeez, who was your idol growing up? Boris Karloff? (Amanda) Hannibal, actually. (Kyrian) You're trying to scare me, aren't you? Well, it won't work. I grew up in a house with an angry poltergeist and two sisters who used to conjure demons just to fight them. Buster, I've seen it all and your gallows humor isn't.. | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 3770b7d | I marvel at the fact you've lived to your age and no one's taken those rose-colored glasses and shoved them up your ass. (Aiden) | Sherrilyn Kenyon |