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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 909ddfc | Pulchritude--beauty where you would least suspect it, hidden in a word that looked like it should signify a belch or a skin infection. | Zadie Smith | ||
| ecd8c29 | These days, it feels to me like you make a devil's pact when you walk into this country. You hand over your passport at the check-in, you get stamped, you want to make a little money, get yourself started... but you mean to go back! Who would want to stay? Cold, wet, miserable; terrible food, dreadful newspapers - who would want to stay? In a place where you are never welcomed, only tolerated. Just tolerated. Like you are an animal finally .. | immigration tolerance | Zadie Smith | |
| c8dd1b2 | Hey," the cabbie yelled. "How's about a tip?" "You bet-ski," Evie said, heading toward the old Victorian mansion, her long silk scarf trailing behind her. "Don't kiss strange men in Penn Station." | Libba Bray | ||
| 6447031 | And it's funny how when somebody saves you, the first thing you want to do is save other people. All other people. Everybody. The kid never knew the man's name. But he never forgot that smile. "Hero" isn't the first word, but it's the first word that comes to mind." -- | save saved saving | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 53f268c | The air will always be to filled with something. Your body too sore or tired. Your father too drunk. Your wife too cold. You will always have some excuse not to live your life. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 6ca19f4 | A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here On our planet floor, Any broad alarm of their of their hastening doom Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages. But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully, Come, you may stand upon my Back and face your distant destiny, But seek no haven in my shadow. I will give you no hiding place down here. Y.. | Maya Angelou | ||
| ab71805 | It is a curious feature of our existance that we come from a planet that is very good at promoting life but even better at extinguishing it. | Bill Bryson | ||
| 34b6d11 | I discovered that I felt at home and alive in the silence, which compelled me to enter my interior world and around there. Without the distraction of constant conversation, the words on the page began to speak directly to my inner self. They were no long expressing ideas that were simply interesting intellectually, but were talking directly to my own yearning and perplexity. | silence | Karen Armstrong | |
| 6311925 | The day drags along, you make thousands of plans, you imagine every possible conversation, you promise to change your behavior in certain ways-and you feel more and more anxious until your loved one arrives. But by then, you don't know what to say. The hours of waiting have been transformed into tension, the tension has become fear, and the fear makes you embarrassed about showing affection. | behavior change conversation day fear love plans tension truth waiting | Paulo Coelho | |
| 163ae41 | his heart was afraid. As he looked up at the clouds or down at the precipice, he realised that this woman was the most important thing in his life; that she was the explanation, the sole reason for the existence of those rocks, that sky, that winter. If she were not there with him, it wouldn't matter if all the angels of heaven came flying down to comfort him - Paradise would make no sense. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 620aabe | It is always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn't matter what we call it; what matters is to leave in the past those moments in life that are over. Slowly, I began to realize that I could not go back and force things to be as they once were: those two years, which up until then had seemed an endless inferno, were now beginning to show me their true meaning. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 378fb93 | About the nature of human beings. I discovered that confronted by temptation, we will always fall. Given the right circumstances, every human being on this earth would be willing to commit evil. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 6186830 | And the person who loves wholeheartedly feels free. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| c570e85 | In a forest of a hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike. And no two journeys along the same path are alike. | journeys trees | Paulo Coelho | |
| f410a93 | You might have lost some major battles, but you survived and you're still here. | inspirational | Paulo Coelho | |
| c51b814 | What was broken will never be the same again. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 3d0ccc8 | We are, all four of us, blood relatives, and we speak a kind of esoteric, family language, a sort of semantic geometry in which the shortest distance between any two points is a fullish circle. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| fc4a321 | But she was seventeen now and not actually dumb. She knew that you could love somebody more than anything and still not love the person all that much, if you were busy with other things. | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| 65d5a2a | Science fiction is not prescriptive; it is descriptive. | writing | Ursula K. LeGuin | |
| b6d1b0e | And then that voice from behind her said her name again. "Celaena." They had done this. Her bloody fingers slid down Dorian's face, to his neck. He just stared at her, suddenly still. "Celaena," a familiar voice said. A warning. They had did this. They had betrayed her. Betrayed Nehemia. They had taken her away. Her nail brushed Dorian's exposed throat. " " the voice said. Celaena slowly turned. Chaol stared at her, a hand on his sword. The.. | chaol nehemia-s-death | Sarah J. Maas | |
| a892587 | And Celaena felt it. She felt each footstep, the phantom bruises on her face throbbing with the memory of Arobynn's fists. And suddenly, as the memory of that day echoed through her, she remembered the words Sam kept screaming at Arobynn as the king of the Assassins beat her, the words that she somehow forgotten in the fog of pain: 'I'll kill you!' Sam has said it like he meant it. He'd bellowed it. Again and again and again. | assassin-s-blade celaena-sardothien sam-cortland | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 13f7802 | You, Celaena Sardothien, are charged with the deaths of the following people..." And then he began a long recitation of all those lives she'd taken. The brutal story of a girl who was now gone." -- | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 06b920d | At dawn, Aedion had burst in, demanding why they weren't ready to leave--to go home. Lysandra had shifted into a ghost leopard and chased him out. Then she returned, lingering in her massive feline form, and again sprawled beside Aelin. They managed to get another thirty minutes of sleep before Aedion came back and chucked a bucket of water on them. He was lucky to escape alive. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 06b4d6e | He let out a soft, lethal laugh that raked claws down her temper. | sarah-j-maas | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 84f271c | A smile tugged at her lips, and her eyes - their eyes - sparkled. 'Hello, Aedion. | aelin-ashryver-galathynius queen-of-shadows | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 1f13715 | Celaena opened her arms wide, Goldryn burning bright in one hand. "Behold my power, Maeve. Behold what I grapple with in the deep dark, what prowls under my skin." Celaena exhaled a breath and extinguished each and every flame in the city. The power wasn't in might or skill. It was in the control -- the power lay in controlling ." | power | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 5f67fb7 | Aelin Galathynius said quietly, "You never stop seeing their faces." It was only when they were rowing for the shore, spindrift soaking them, that Manon realized the queen hadn't meant the Thirteen. And Manon wondered if Aelin, too, had watched that cloak floating out to sea and thought it looked like spilled blood." | manon-blackbeak pg484 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| f4a8783 | Because I can't stay away. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| fd7e492 | Her heart--it had been meant for her heart. And he had taken that arrow for her. The killing calm spread through her like hoarfrost. She'd kill them all. Slowly. They reached the second bridge just as Aedion's barrage of arrows halted, his quiver no doubt emptied. She shoved Rowan onto the planks. "Run," she said. "No--". "Run." It was a voice that she'd never heard herself use--a queen's voice-- that came out, along with the blind yank .. | manon-blackbeak | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 1062f96 | The two princes stared at each other, one gold and one silver, one her twin and one her soul-bonded. There was nothing friendly in the stares, nothing human - two Fae males locked in some unspoken dominance battle. | aelin-ashryver-galathynius pissing-contest rowan-whitethorn testosterone-civil-war | Sarah J. Maas | |
| c50b4a5 | They grabbed for me, but he bared his teeth in a smile that was anything but friendly - and they halted. "No more household chores, no more tasks," he said, his voice an erotic caress. Their yellow eyes went glazed and dull, their sharp teeth gleaming as their mouths slackened. "Tell the others, too. Stay out of her cell, and don't touch her. If you do, you're to take your own daggers and gut yourselves. Understood?" Dazed, numb nods, then.. | glamour mind-control rhys rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 4d0c09e | We pity you, each and every one of you. For what you do to your children. They are not born evil. But you force them to kill and hurt and hate until there is nothing left inside them--of you ... They have made you into monsters. Made, Manon. And we feel sorry for you. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| c0b4e6d | Live the dream, Potato. | Miranda July | ||
| d1fa650 | Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard." [ ]" | fall fruit seasons | Walt Whitman | |
| f1bae24 | Oh, he is cute!" Shane said in a fake girly voice. "Gee, maybe we can ask him out!" "Shut up, you weasel. Claire, hit him!" -- | eve-rosser shane-collins | Rachel Caine | |
| 33ddf38 | Why do grown-ups think it's easier for children to bear secrets than the truth? Don't they know about the horror stories we imagine to explain the secrets? | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 590eaf3 | She cried a little, but only inside, because long ago she had decided she didn't like crying because if you ever started to cry it seemed as if there was so much to cry about you almost couldn't stop, and she didn't like that at all. | William Saroyan | ||
| bc690f3 | all day long | jack kerouac | ||
| 2b6ac4e | Dean's California--wild, sweaty, important, the land of lonely and exiled and eccentric lovers come to forgather like birds, and the land where everybody somehow looked like broken-down, handsome, decadent movie actors. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 37d5215 | Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all? | kerouac | Jack Kerouac | |
| 6898a01 | Why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforeseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see? | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 18423f2 | It was all completely serious, all completely hallucinated, all completely happy. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 5ce8504 | The whole universe was crazy and cock-eyed and extremely strange. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 98cb8ac | A scene should be selected by the writer for haunted-ness-of-mind interest. If you're not haunted by something, as by a dream, a vision, or a memory, which are involuntary, you're not interested or even involved. | jack-kerouac memory vision writer writing | Jack Kerouac |