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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9d58343 | But it was unnecessary. There would be other nights. And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled on my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I've been trying to tell you, Oskar. It's always necessary. I love you, Grandma | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 47955e3 | I like to make use of what I know | Franz Kafka | ||
| 55e60a4 | Dreaming is not merely an act of communication (or coded communication, if you like); it is also an aesthetic activity, a game of the imagination, a game that is a value in itself. Our dreams prove that to imagine--to dream about things that have not happened--is among mankind's deepest needs. Herein lies the danger. If dreams were not beautiful, they would be quickly forgotten. | Milan Kundera | ||
| c4fc352 | People go on about places like Starbucks being unpersonal and all that, but what if that's what you want? I'd be lost if people like that got their way and there was nothing unpersonal in the world. I like to know that there are big places without windows where no one gives a shit. You need confidence to go into small places with regular customers... I'm happiest in the Virgin Megastore and Borders and Starbucks and Pizza Express, where no .. | down long way | Nick Hornby | |
| f6d811e | In a world of diminishing mystery, the unknown persists. | unknown | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| a34309f | Loving another person is a wonderful thing, and if that love is sincere, no one ends up tossed into a labyrinth. You have to have more faith in yourself. | loving sincerity truth | Haruki Murakami | |
| 8d33104 | Everyone who has something is afraid of losing it, and people with nothing are worried they'll forever have nothing. Everyone is the same. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 25c5319 | Like dry ground welcoming the rain, he let the solitude, silence, and loneliness soak in. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| ff29656 | I don't think most people would like my personality. There might be a few--very few, I would imagine--who are impressed by it, but only rarely would anyone like it. Who in the world could possibly have warm feelings, or something like them, for a person who doesn't compromise, who instead, whenever a problem crops up, locks himself away alone in a closet? But is it ever possible for a professional writer to be liked by people? I have no ide.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| c411af0 | Forgive me for stating the obvious, but the world is made up of all kinds of people. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| aefb9dd | Did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without bleeding? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| afa6ee4 | Most human activities are predicated on the assumption that life goes on. If you take that premise away, what is there left? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| e98ef11 | Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum -- a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 88218c1 | The fact that I'm me and no one else is one of my greatest assets. Emotional hurt is the price a person has to pay in order to be independent. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| b65d67a | Once, when I was younger, I thought I could be someone else. I'd move to Casablanca, open a bar, and I'd meet Ingrid Bergman. Or more realistically - whether actually more realistic or not - I'd tune in on a better life, something more suited to my true self. Toward that end, I had to undergo training. I read The Greening of America, and I saw Easy Rider three times. But like a boat with a twisted rudder, I kept coming back to the same plac.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| a87eb8f | I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school. Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For months I'd been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took on a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the fain.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 9e79f55 | It's a fine world, though rich in hardships at times. | Larry McMurtry | ||
| ab06d9e | When he awoke it was dawn. Or something like dawn. The light was watery, dim and incomparably sad. Vast, grey, gloomy hills rose up all around them and in between the hills there was a wide expanse of black bog. Stephen had never seen a landscape so calculated to reduce the onlooker to utter despair in an instant. "This is one of your kingdoms, I suppose, sir?" he said. "My kingdoms?" exclaimed the gentleman in surprize. "Oh, no! This is Sc.. | jonathan-strange mr-norrell scotland stephen thistle-down-hair | Susanna Clarke | |
| 855159a | Settling into a new country is like getting used to a new pair of shoes. At first they pinch a little, but you like the way they look, so you carry on. The longer you have them, the more comfortable they become. Until one day without realizing it you reach a glorious plateau. Wearing those shoes is like wearing no shoes at all. The more scuffed they get, the more you love them and the more you can't imagine life without them. | moving | Tahir Shah | |
| ea742df | Deep down, underneath all his layers of stupidity, he's a really good man. He may act out far too many selfish thoughts, says all the wrong things at all the wrong times, but behind closed doors he's a best friend. I understand that he has idiotic tendencies and I can still love him for it. He may not be someone that you feel comfortable sitting next to at a dinner party but for me, he's someone that I feel comfortable sharing my life with. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 99e03ed | Campbell" Julia says "Don't do this to me" "Do what?" "Push me off the same cliff twice" | heartbreak | Jodi Picoult | |
| 1516374 | It just goes to show you: every baby is born beautiful. It's what we project on them that makes them ugly. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 1204262 | You can't undo something that's happened; you can't take back a word that's already been said out loud. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 5073434 | What makes you walk past thirty-thousand people without a second glance, and then you look at the thirty-thousandth-and-first person and know you'll never take your eyes off her again? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| c953565 | He [Brian Fraser] told me that a man must be responsible for any see he sows, for it's his duty to take care of a woman and protect her. And if I wasna prepared to do that, then I'd no right to burden a woman with the consequences of my own actions. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d887daa | Love doesn't die; the men and women do. | William Faulkner | ||
| b316c07 | Mockingbirds are the true artists of the bird kingdom. Which is to say, although they're born with a song of their own, an innate riff that happens to be one of the most versatile of all ornithological expressions, mocking birds aren't content to merely play the hand that is dealt them. Like all artists, they are out to rearrange reality. Innovative, willful, daring, not bound by the rules to which others may blindly adhere, the mockingbird.. | artists improvisation mocking-birds music | Tom Robbins | |
| 65be713 | People who wade into discomfort and vulnerability and tell the truth about their stories are the real badasses. | Brené Brown | ||
| 9c6a83c | If I say you're a goatherd's son, you say, 'Yes, Lord Ralon.'" Alanna gasped with fury. "I'd as soon kiss a pig! Is that what you've been doing-kissing pigs? Or being kissed?" -- | anger humor insult pigs | Tamora Pierce | |
| cdb9d68 | You do not have to struggle to reach God, but you do have to struggle to tear away the self-created veil that hides him from you | Paramahansa Yogananda | ||
| 6654e54 | You will never change your life until you change something you do daily. | discipline | John C. Maxwell | |
| 0ee1e67 | An old joke has an Oxford professor meeting an American former graduate student and asking him what he's working on these days. 'My thesis is on the survival of the class system in the United States.' 'Oh really, that's interesting: one didn't think there was a class system in the United States.' 'Nobody does. That's how it survives. | humour joke united-states | Christopher Hitchens | |
| b08a06b | Not explaining science seems to me perverse. When you're in love, you want to tell the world. | Carl Sagan | ||
| 2d34e01 | And when I was young, did I ever tell you, I always wanted to get inside a book and never come out again? I loved reading so much I wanted to be a part of it, and there were some books I could have stayed in for ever. | Peter Ackroyd | ||
| d72b059 | She had opened a door... and now she was walking with demons. And at the end of her travels, she would have her revenge... Pain had made a sadist of her. | Clive Barker | ||
| 3a0e134 | Few beings have ever been so impregnated, pierced to the core, by the conviction of the absolute futility of human aspiration. The universe is nothing but a furtive arrangement of elementary particles. A figure in transition toward chaos. That is what will finally prevail. The human race will disappear. Other races in turn will appear and disappear. The skies will be glacial and empty, traversed by the feeble light of half-dead stars. These.. | Michel Houellebecq | ||
| 3e4c950 | I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing. | Bram Stoker | ||
| 98c7579 | Life needed a fast forward button. Because there were days you just don't want to live through, not again, but they kept coming around and you were powerless to stop time or speed it up or do anything to keep from having to face it. | Sara Zarr | ||
| d2ef30f | Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of pain. | suffering | Oscar Wilde | |
| 2d8e70e | Alec is not a bunny rabbit. He's a shadowhunter. | cofh magnus-bane the-mortal-instruments | Cassandra Clare | |
| 1badb31 | Jace flushed a slow, dark red. "It's not like that. If I thought it would help the Clave-but it won't. She'll just get hurt-" "Even if you thought it would help the Clave", Simon said, "you'd never let them have her." "What makes you say that, vampire?" "Because no one can have her but you"said Simon" | simon tmi | Cassandra Clare | |
| e9d3c05 | Why don't we talk about your love life? Clary countered. "What about you and Alec?" "Alec refuses to acknowledge that we have a relationship, and so I refuse to acknowledge him. He sent me a fire message asking for a favor the other day. It was addressed to 'Warlock Bane' as if I were a perfect stranger. He's still hung up on Jace, I think, though that relationship will never go anywhere. A problem I imagine you know nothing about..." | tmi | Cassandra Clare | |
| 8857499 | I don't know how I could sleep at night, not knowing I was surrounded by a thousand other sleeping, dreaming souls. - pg 120, Jem to Tessa & Will | Cassandra Clare | ||
| caf37a0 | Even more blood welled up and spilled down his arm, splattering onto the ground. "Camille's carpet," Magnus protested. "It's blood," said Will. "She ought to be thrilled." | camille-belcourt humor magnus-bane will-herondale | Cassandra Clare |