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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e27aa0d | I wish I could show you, When you are lonely or in darkness, The Astonishing Light Of your own Being! | Hafez | ||
| 19e73cb | I am hungry, feed me; I am bored, amuse me. | Alexandre Dumas pere | ||
| 5be57e5 | The next time I opened my eyes, I was in the morgue. This, all by itself, is enough to really ruin your day. I was lying on the examining table, and Butters, complete with his surgical gown and his tray of autopsy instruments, stood over me. 'I'm not dead!' I sputtered. 'I'm not dead!' - Harry Dresden, Death Masks, Jim Butcher | harry-dresden magic paranormal wizards | Jim Butcher | |
| b0ff9d6 | Mister Dresden," he said. "And Miss Rodriguez, I believe. I didn't realize you were an art collector." "I am the foremost collector of velvet Elvii in the city of Chicago," I said at once. "Elvii?" Marcone inquired. "The plural could be Elvises, I guess," I said. "But if I say that too often, I start muttering to myself and calling things 'my precious,' so I usually go with the Latin plural." | Jim Butcher | ||
| 0f4b63a | Screw up my life?" He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan, "I'm a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow." He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said, "Do your worst." | humor | Jim Butcher | |
| d7b4bce | If you talk about it, it's a dream, if you envision it, it's possible, but if you schedule it, it's real. | dreams inspirational | Anthony Robbins | |
| 0cc5a6f | What other people think of me is not my business. | inspirational | Michael J. Fox | |
| 3945640 | In the morning when thou risest unwillingly, let this thought be present - I am rising to the work of a human being. Why then am I dissatisfied if I am going to do the things for which I exist and for which I was brought into the world? | inspirational life work | Marcus Aurelius | |
| 30ca5f0 | If it hadn't been what it was, it would've been beautiful. | beautiful inspirational | Megan Abbott | |
| 594aa2e | A hero is one who knows how to hang on one minute longer. | inspirational | Novalis | |
| 2b51033 | Give me a land of boughs in lea | autumn fall inspirational | A.E. Housman | |
| f8e0ee7 | Evil in general does not sleep, and therefore doesn't see why anyone else should. | sleep | Terry Pratchett | |
| 5fe39e4 | FOR I CAN SEE THE BALANCE AND YOU HAVE LEFT THE WORLD MUCH BETTER THAN YOU FOUND IT, AND IF YOU ASK ME, said Death, NOBODY COULD DO ANY BETTER THAN THAT. . . . | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 4b5ccce | Poets have tried to describe Ankh-Morpork. They have failed. Perhaps it's the sheer zestful vitality of the place, or maybe it's just that a city with a million inhabitants and no sewers is rather robust for poets, who prefer daffodils and no wonder. So let's just say that Ankh-Morpork is as full of life as an old cheese on a hot day, as loud as a curse in a cathedral, as bright as an oil slick, as colourful as a bruise and as full of activ.. | mort terry-pratchett | Terry Pratchett | |
| f5b7c3c | One day,' Orest said, looking at him comically, 'you will say something that is less than practical and sensible, something that is driven by no forethought and nothing but passion, and I will probably collapse with shock. | Mercedes Lackey | ||
| 224448c | Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments line up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow? | Audrey Niffenegger | ||
| dbc3030 | Chris:I forgive you. Annie: For killing my children and my sweet husband? Chris: For being so wonderful a guy would choose hell over heaven just to be around you. | Richard Matheson | ||
| 2847acd | There is nothing else in magic but the wild thought of the bird as it casts itself into the void. There is no creature upon the earth with such potential for magic. Even the least of them may fly straight out of this world and come by chance to the Other Lands. Where does the wind come from that blows upon your face, that fans the pages of your book? Where the harum-scarum magic of small wild creatures meets the magic of Man, where the lang.. | magic nature | Susanna Clarke | |
| fd2db7e | Parents, teachers, government - they all teach you how to live the dreary , deadening life of a slave, but nobody teaches you how to live normally. | Ryū Murakami | ||
| a87d3e2 | What is he?" "I can't puzzle it out. He doesn't have horns, pointed ears--or apparently a need to eat. He does have small fangs, but he also sports a tan line." "You checked? Natalya, you durrrty bitch." "Hey, I had to determine if he was a blood sucker or not. Now I don't know what to think." | kresley-cole vampires | Kresley Cole | |
| 8b6144b | Somebody want to explain to me why those soldiers were shooting each other?' (...)'Inbreeding? | Kresley Cole | ||
| ea688ca | My relationship with Jackson had felt fated. Whatever I had with Aric felt . . . endless. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 6311fed | You are a pool of clear water where the light plays | love | Jeanette Winterson | |
| da403be | Everything comes home, my mother used to say; every word spoken, every shadow cast, every footprint in the sand. It can't be helped; it's part of what makes us who we are. | Joanne Harris | ||
| b573a0f | It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her. | Joanne Harris | ||
| ec26bef | What were you thinking about just now while you were looking out the window?" To his surprise, the question flustered her. "I--wasn't thinking." "Then what were you doing?" he asked, his curiosity aroused. A rueful smile touched her inviting lips, and she shot him a sideways look before turning back to the window. "I was... talking to God," she admitted. "'Tis a habit I have." Startled and slightly amused, Royce said, "Really? What did God.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| 38a804a | George smiles to himself, with entire self-satisfaction. Yes, I am crazy, he thinks. That is my secret; my strength. | life strength | Christopher Isherwood | |
| 975bebf | Do you see the slightest evidence anywhere in the universe that creation came to an end with the birth of man? Do you see the slightest evidence anywhere out there that man was the climax toward which creation had been straining from the beginning? ...Very far from it. The universe went on as before, the planet went on as before. Man's appearance caused no more stir than the appearance of jellyfish. | philosophy | Daniel Quinn | |
| b0ac4ea | The ship was sinking---and sinking fast. The captain told the passengers and crew, "We've got to get the lifeboats in the water right away." But the crew said, "First we have to end capitalist oppression of the working class. Then we'll take care of the lifeboats." Then the women said, "First we want equal pay for equal work. The lifeboats can wait." The racial minorities said, "First we need to end racial discrimination. Then seating in.. | Daniel Quinn | ||
| 6489a5f | I love a book that makes me cry. | crying | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 4a7d809 | I am well in body although considerably rumpled up in spirit, thank you, ma'am,' said Anne gravely. Then aside to Marilla in an audible whisper, 'There wasn't anything startling in that, was there, Marilla? | l-m-montgomery | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 201822a | The artist is a servant who is willing to be a birthgiver. In a very real sense the artist (male or female) should be like Mary who, when the angel told her that she was to bear the Messiah, was obedient to the command. ...I believe that each work of art, whether it is a work of great genius, or something very small, comes to the artist and says, "Here I am. Enflesh me. Give birth to me." And the artist either says, "My soul doth magnify th.. | creativity obedience writing | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 455c096 | As she came closer to him she noticed that there was a clean fresh scent of heather and grass and leaves about him, almost as if he were made of them. She liked it very much and when she looked into his funny face with the red cheeks and round blue eyes she forgot that she had felt shy. | frances-hodgson-burnett the-secret-garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | |
| d1d3484 | People never like me and I never like people," she thought. "And I never can talk as the Crawford children could. They were always talking and laughing and making noises." | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| 6d61d1d | Barrabas came to us by sea, the child Clara wrote in her delicate calligraphy. | Isabel Allende | ||
| 71943b8 | At the most difficult moments of my life, when it seemed that every door was closed to me, the taste of those apricots comes back to comfort me with the notion that abundance is always within reach, if only one knows how to find it. | Isabel Allende | ||
| 7690753 | Rack your brains, that should only take a couple of seconds. | J K Rowling | ||
| 1f241d5 | That evening, Dudley paraded around the living room for the family in his brand new uniform...As he looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon said gruffly that if was the proudest moment of his life. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and said she couldn't believe it was her Ickle Dudleykins, he looked so handsome and grown-up. Harry didn't trust himself to speak. He thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying n.. | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 5a1da1f | He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. He missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, his classes, ... the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the wizarding world | J.K. Rowling | ||
| 06b99e9 | Play Quidditch at all?" "No," Harry said again, wondering what on earth Quidditch could be. " do -- Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my House, and I must say, I agree. Know what House you'll be in yet?" "No," said Harry, feeling more stupid by the minute. "Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been -- imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave.. | harry-potter wizards | J.K. Rowling | |
| 795274c | First think of the person who lives in disguise, Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies. Next, tell me what's always the last thing to mend, The middle of middle and the end of end? And finally give me the sound often heard During the search for a hard-to-find word. Now string them together, and answer me this, Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss? | harry-potter sphinx third-task triwizard-tournament | J.K. Rowling | |
| 8d77eed | Among them is a renegade king, he who sired five royal heirs without ever unzipping his pants. A man to whom time has imparted great wisdom and an even greater waistline, whose thoughtless courage is rivalled only by his unquenchable thirst. At his shoulder walks a sorcerer, a cosmic conversationalist. Enemy of the incurable rot, absent chairman of combustive sciences at the university in Oddsford, and the only living soul above the age of .. | Nicholas Eames | ||
| f8039b9 | Give me the gun." Ranger said. I extracted the gun from my pants and handed it over. Ranger held the gun in the pulm of his hand and smiled. "It's warm," he said. He put the gun in the glove compartment and plugged the key into the ignition. Am I fired?" No. Any women who can heat up a gun like that is worth keeping around." | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 4add14a | Mooner was walking around laying his hands on the cars, divining karma. "this is it", he said, standing by a small khaki-colored jeep."this car has protective qualities" You mean like a guardian angel?" I mean, like, it has seatbelts" | Janet Evanovich |