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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7b113fe | In order for us to liberate the energy of our strength, our weakness must first have a chance to reveal itself. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| dcfb6db | A prayer couched in the words of the soul, is far more powerful than any ritual. | ritual | Paulo Coelho | |
| b2d88f7 | The catcher in the rye... that's all I really want to be... | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 3b612ad | In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the other. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| f8efdd8 | Love can be begged, bought, or received as a gift, one can find it in the street, but one cannot steal it. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 9a87a26 | Do you know how to read?' 'No. It is one of the black arts.' He nodded. 'But a useful one,' he said. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 5a0b916 | To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys." He picked up his glass, his gaze so piercing that I wondered why I had bothered blushing at all for Tarquin. Rhys clinked his glass against mine. "To the stars who listen--and the dreams that are answered." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 4aa563a | A cluster of giggling women sat nearby, tittering about how the Crown Prince was gone on holiday to the Sorian coast, and how they wished they could join the prince and his dashing friends, and on and on until Celaena contemplated chucking her spoon at them. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 7268f22 | You're a little taller than I'd imagined, but no one's perfect. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 8bca31a | Be the bridge, be the light. When iron melts, when flowers spring from fields of blood--let the land be witness, and return home. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e2d70f7 | She tore off his grip, and then she was walking out the kitchen door, across the courtyard, through the ward-stones, and along the invisible barrier- until she found a spot just out of sight of the fortress. The world was full of screaming and wailing, so loud she drowned in it. Celaena did not utter a sound as she unleashed her magic on the barrier, a blast that shook the trees and set the earth rumbling. She fed her power into the invisib.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 0b598cb | But they wove a tapestry of dreams, all begging for one thing... a better world. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 65f4665 | You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will.. | kingdom-of-ash manon-blackbeak the-thirteen | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 0a30028 | Arobynn continued to pin her with that lover's gaze. "Nothing is without a price." He brushed a kiss against her cheekbone, his lips soft and warm. She fought the shudder that trembled through her, and made herself lean into him as he brought his mouth against her ear and whispered, "Tell me what I must do to atone; tell me to crawl over hot coals, to sleep on a bed of nails, to carve up my flesh. Say the word, and it is done. But let me ca.. | arobynn-hamel | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 4c2be6c | Why does anything cling to something? Maybe they love wherever they're going so much that it's worth it. Maybe they'll keep coming back, until there's only one star left. Maybe that one star will make the trip forever, out of the hope that someday--if it keeps coming back often enough--another star will find it again. | fantasy feyre fiction rhys rhysand velaris | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 523ce07 | A narrator should not supply interpretations of his work; otherwise he would have not written a novel, which is a machine for generating interpretations. | Umberto Eco | ||
| 0105955 | And how are we supposed to do that, exactly? Shane's all now. | Rachel Caine | ||
| 7ecd182 | Go to hell and take that with you!" She shouted it right in Amelie's face. Eve was an exotic blaze of color against Amelie's white fury. And then she slapped the Founder in the face." | morganville-vampires | Rachel Caine | |
| 98a4ad2 | It's only a hunting spider, it won't hurt you." -Myrnin "So not the point!" -Claire "Oh, pish. It's just another living creature. Nothing to be frightened of, if handled properly. I think I'll call him Bob. Bob the spider." -Myrnin "You're insane." -Claire" | Rachel Caine | ||
| 9a07ea4 | to be lost is to be fully present, and to be fully present is to be capable of being in uncertainty and mystery. And one does not get lost but loses oneself, with the implication that it is a conscious choice, a chosen surrender... | mystery presence surrender uncertainty | Rebecca Solnit | |
| f2f5885 | Twenty aspirin, a little slit alongside the veins of the arm, maybe even a bad half hour standing on a roof: We've all had those. And somewhat more dangerous things, like putting a gun in your mouth. But you put it there, you taste it, it's cold and greasy, your finger is on the trigger, and you find that a whole world lies between this moment and the moment you've been planning, when you'll pull the trigger. That world defeats you. You put.. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| fcc66a2 | She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing itself with chocolate. They didn't taste bad, but she was still unhappy. | stories | Cornelia Funke | |
| ce7ea4c | There's not some finite amount of pain inside us. Our bodies and minds just keep manufacturing more of it. (67) | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 3e178a2 | l'jwb@ l t'ty dy'man `nd lHj@ lyh | José Saramago | ||
| 4764b24 | Is is difficult to be angry with a gentleman who pays you compliments, even impertinent compliments. Especially impertinent compliments. | compliment men | Elizabeth Peters | |
| 4eeb6b8 | the habit of falling hardens the body, reaching the ground, to in itself, is a relief. | José Saramago | ||
| 9de20ba | Human beings sometimes find a kind of pleasure in nursing painful emotions, in blaming themselves without reason or even against reason. | pain | Isaac Asimov | |
| 0c2b114 | Every period of human development has had its own particular type of human conflict---its own variety of problem that, apparently, could be settled only by force. And each time, frustratingly enough, force never really settled the problem. Instead, it persisted through a series of conflicts, then vanished of itself---what's the expression---ah, yes, 'not with a bang, but a whimper,' as the economic and social environment changed. And then, .. | history | Isaac Asimov | |
| 9ba9d32 | Belief is the death of intelligence. As soon as one believes a doctrine of any sort, or assumes certitude, one stops thinking about that aspect of existence. | dogma intelligence | Robert Anton Wilson | |
| 705329e | a man there was, though some did count him mad, the more he cast away the more he had. | John Bunyan | ||
| f674eb1 | Let's be friends based on mutual hate. | Bryan Lee O'Malley | ||
| cd60c91 | Many of us would probably be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect | Norman Maclean | ||
| 99affc1 | You think my kids just popped out of the ground? | Kim Harrison | ||
| 361d81f | White pill, blue pill, yellow pill, purple pill; its like swallowing a rainbow every bedtime. | Amelia Atwater-Rhodes | ||
| 0b3eb89 | There are many ways to drown, only the most obvious wave their arms as they're going under. | Nick Flynn | ||
| d6b6ce0 | Wear this, don't wear that. Do this chore now and do this chore when you get a chance and by that I mean now. And definitely, definitely give up the things you love fro me, so I will have proof that you love me best. It's the female pissing contest -- as we swan around our book clubs and our cocktail hours, there are few things women love more than being able to detail the sacrifices our men make for us. A call-and-response, the response be.. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| a8c42d1 | In theory momentos serve to bring back the moment. In fact they serve only to make clear how inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here. How inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here is something else I could never afford to see. | momentos nostalgia | Joan Didion | |
| a63697e | We have missed him in the sunshine, in the storm, in the twilight, ever since. | Paul Auster | ||
| 910d9dd | If the rest of them can survive only by destroying us, then why should we wish them to survive? . . . Nothing can make it moral to destroy the best. One can't be punished for being good. One can't be penalized for ability. | parasitism rand | Ayn Rand | |
| 3dd62d8 | The world is perishing from an orgy of self-sacrificing. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 22355ac | I see all of us reading ourselves away from ourselves, straining in circles of light to find more light until the line of words becomes a trail of crumbs that we follow across a page of fresh snow | literature poetry reading words | Billy Collins | |
| 2c7d00c | He said, "I am a man," and that meant certain things to Juana. It meant that he was half insane and half god." | John Steinbeck | ||
| bb0e10f | She wasn't happy, but then she wasn't unhappy. She wasn't anything. But I don't believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing. This vacant eye, listless hand, this damask cheek dusted like a doughnut with plastic powder, had to have a memory or a dream. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 02a2dba | Then it don' matter. Then I'll be all aroun' in the dark. I'll be ever'where - wherever you look. Wherever they's a fight so hungry people can eat, I'll be there. Wherever they's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there. If Casy knowed, why, I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad an' - I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry an' they know supper's ready. An' when our folks eat the stuff they raise an' live in the houses they b.. | the-grapes-of-wrath | John Steinbeck |