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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d48c6fd | Where to now?" I asked. "Hold on," Robert said. "I'm still . . . coming to terms with your mode of transportation." "Take your time," I nudged Cuddles, turning her to give him a better view. Cuddles flicked her ears, lifted her feet, and pranced. Oh dear God." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 0678879 | What's your problem with the Guild?" "The only way to resolve it involves me being entangled in running it and I don't want to do it." I waved my arms. "I have the Consort crap and I have the Cutting Edge crap and whatever other bullshit the two of you throw my way. I don't want to go to the Guild every month and deal with their crap on top of everything else." Curran leaned toward me. "I have to dress up and meet with those corpsefuckers o.. | kate-daniels | Ilona Andrews | |
| 620b217 | Why me?" He said finally. "Are you on some sort of mission to fuck up my life?" "I try my best to avoid you." "You're doing a hell of a job." "I honestly don't mean to cause you problems." "You don't cause problems. An unpiloted vampire causes problems. You cause catastrophes." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 33cd001 | Getting a lecture on restraint from the woman who threw a hissy fit and blew up Babylon. | hissy-fit ilona-andrews kate magic-bleeds | Ilona Andrews | |
| 19a1ebc | The rage of the Beast Lord was a terrible thing to behold. Some people stormed, some punched things, but Curran slipped into this icy, bone-chilling calm. His face hardened into a flat mask, and his eyes turned into a molten inferno of pure gold. If you looked at it for longer than two seconds, your muscles locked, your knees shook, and you had to fight to keep from cringing. It was easier to look at the floor, but I didn't. Besides, he was.. | gunmetal-magic ilona-andrews kate-daniels love tenderness | Ilona Andrews | |
| 19686de | Artemis: Holly, how did you find me? Holly: Oh, I saw a huge explosion and wondered: now, who could that be? | Eoin Colfer | ||
| b17d90b | about Dr. Po) Just another quack spouting psychobabble. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| a6828b3 | Music makes me forget myself, my true condition, it carries me off into another state of being, one that isn't my own: under the influence of music I have the illusion of feeling things I don't really feel, of understanding things I don't understand, being able to do things I'm not able to do (...) Can it really be allowable for anyone who feels like it to hypnotize another person, or many other persons, and then do what he likes with them?.. | illusions music psychology | Leo Tolstoy | |
| bd04dfd | She could not ignore life. She had to live it and it was too brutal, too hostile, for her even to try to gloss over its harshness with a smile. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 058a736 | You're like the thief who isn't the least bit sorry he stole, but is terribly, terribly sorry he's going to jail. - Rhett Butler | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 70874b7 | He needed his solitude at times, but he wasn't a hermit. He did a lot of socializing. Sometimes I think it was like he was storing up company for the times when he knew nobody would be around. | Jon Krakauer | ||
| d2c4b82 | There were people thrice her size on the Trenton platform and she looked admiringly at one of them, a woman in a very short skirt. She thought nothing of slender legs shown off in miniskirts--it was safe and easy, after all, to display legs of which the world approved--but the fat woman's act was about the quiet conviction that one shared only with oneself, a sense of rightness that others failed to see. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 25832bc | Teach her to question language. Language is the repository of our prejudices, our beliefs, our assumptions. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 696fcd3 | He blinks. Touches the side of my face, near my eyes. My eyes that are blue now, not green. With oval irises. "I'm still me," I say, because my greatest fear now is that he doesn't want a hybrid Amy. He cocks an eyebrow. "You think I care if your eyes are blue or green? I just care about you." His hand slips down my arm, and he wraps his pinky finger around mine. "You came back to me," I say, my voice breaking over unshead tears of joy. "I'.. | love shades-of-earth | Beth Revis | |
| 72fd4b8 | I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3163bce | Papa sat with me tonight. He brought the accordion down and sat close to where Max used to sit. I often look at his fingers and face when he plays. the accordion breathes. There are lines on his cheeks. They look drawn on, and for some reason, when I see them, I want to cry. It is not for any sadness or pride. I just like the way they move and change. Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I .. | papa the-book-thief | Markus Zusak | |
| 90bb799 | and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d522f62 | What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds! | poetry stars | Gustave Flaubert | |
| b7593d6 | He seriously thought that there is less harm in killing a man than producing a child: in the first case you are relieving someone of life, not his whole life but a half or a quarter or a hundredth part of that existence that is going to finish, that would finish without you; but as for the second, he would say, are you not responsible to him for all the tears he will shed, from the cradle to the grave? Without you he would never have been b.. | parenthood | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 8d84b45 | Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| a5f1d87 | I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense. | Beatrix Potter | ||
| db26c53 | Because the world is so corrupted, misspoken, unstable, exaggerated and unfair, one should trust only what one can experience with one's own senses, and THIS makes the senses stronger in Italy than anywhere in Europe. This is why, Barzini says, Italians will tolerate hideously incompetent generals, presidents, tyrants, professors, bureaucrats, journalists and captain of industry, but will never tolerate incompetent opera singers, conductors.. | life love | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| deddf19 | Live when you live! Death loses its terror if one dies when one has consummated one's life! If one does not live in the right time, then one can never die at the right time. | Irvin D. Yalom | ||
| 930a02a | It is so tiring to hate someone you love. | Simone de Beauvoir | ||
| 7ef8b1e | I don't know. I had to be something, didn't I? | sandman tattoo | Neil Gaiman | |
| 91179ed | What's it like then?" asked Old Bailey. "Being dead?" The marquis sighed. And then he twisted his lips up into a smile, and with a glitter of his old self, he replied, "Live long enough, Old Bailey, and you can find out for yourself." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 28de360 | When you are scared, but you do it anyway, that's brave. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 2c56b72 | He stared down at the golden curls of the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness. "You know," he concluded, after a while, "I think he actually looks like an Adam." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| e834125 | The plain working truth is that it is not only good for people to be shocked occasionally, but absolutely necessary to the progress of society that they should be shocked pretty often. | George Bernard Shaw | ||
| e916dd3 | if we focus on what's ugly, we attract more ugliness into our thoughts, and then into our emotions, and ultimately into our lives | Wayne W. Dyer | ||
| 9719437 | His blue-green eyes were dark pools of immeasurable depth, pools you could drown yourself in and never again come up for air. | eyes romance | Robert Thier | |
| f5b0709 | There is too little mystery in the world; too many people say exactly what they feel or want. | Robert Greene | ||
| a413574 | At that moment, when I had the TV sound off, I was in a 382 mood; I had just dialed it. So although I heard the emptiness intellectually, I didn't feel it. My first reaction consisted of being grateful that we could afford a Penfield mood organ. But then I realized how unhealthy it was, sensing the absence of life, not just in this building but everywhere, and not reacting--do you see? I guess you don't. But that used to be considered a sig.. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 169a1e1 | Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally. Waking up. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| a2f414c | I'll tell you this. Leaving that which you love breaks your heart open. But you will find a jewel inside, and this precious jewel is the opening of your heart to all that is new and all that is different, and it will be the making of you-if you allow it to be. | leaving | Jacqueline Winspear | |
| 811420b | History did not demand Yossarian's premature demise, justice could be satisfied without it, progress did not hinge upon it, victory did not depend on it. That men would die was a matter of necessity; WHICH men would die, though, was a matter of circumstance, and Yossarian was willing to be the victim of anything but circumstance. But that was war. Just about all he could find in its favor was that it paid well and liberated children from th.. | war | Joseph Heller | |
| 8c89d01 | We'd be fools not to ride this strange torpedo all the way out to the end. | Hunter S. Thompson | ||
| 86741c2 | No cop was ever born who isn't a sucker for a finely-executed hi-speed Controlled Drift all the way around one of those clover-leaf freeway interchanges. Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side when he sees the big red light behind him... and then we will start apologizing begging for mercy. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop-.. | Hunter S. Thompson | ||
| 0574b47 | Surely the earth can be saved by all the people who insist on love. | love salvation | Alice Walker | |
| 3aeb200 | A man is born into this world with only a tiny spark of goodness in him. The spark is God, it is the soul; the rest is ugliness and evil, a shell. The spark must be guarded like a treasure, it must be nurtured, it must be fanned into flame. It must learn to seek out other sparks, it must dominate the shell. Anything can be a shell, Reuven. Anything. Indifference, laziness, brutality, and genius. Yes, even a great mind can be a shell and cho.. | Chaim Potok | ||
| 88d7577 | See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. | Robert R. McCammon | ||
| 4c75ceb | I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf | Emily Dickinson | ||
| 034857a | Ash, ash --- You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there---- A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air. --From the poem Lady Lazarus | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 7eada63 | Then it hit me and I just blurted, 'I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them. | Sylvia Plath |