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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| dd4f9ed | It's the wanting to know that makes us matter. | tom-stoppard | Tom Stoppard | |
| bba8fe6 | Hilarious, dude. You should, like, have your own show. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| b0eec26 | If you are stone, be magnetic; if a plant, be sensitive; but if you are human be love. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 72b5e85 | God will bless you,' said he, 'you are an angel since you take care of the flowers.' 'No,' she replied. 'I am the devil, but that's all the same to me. | father-mabeuf | Victor Hugo | |
| bc6be51 | To study in Paris is to be born in Paris! | Victor Hugo | ||
| 2c2eb9c | I don't want to prove anything; I merely want to live, to do no one harm but myself. I have the right to do that, haven't I? | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| faf45ed | Tell me, now, fairy as you are, - can't you give me a charm, or a philter, or something of that sort, to make me a handsome man?" It would be past the power of magic, sir;" and, in thought, I added,"a loving eye is all the charm needed: to such you are handsome enough; or rather, your sternness has a power beyond beauty." Mr. Rochester had sometimes read my unspoken thoughts with an acumen to me incomprehensible: in the presnt instance he t.. | repartee | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 30e633d | The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives - the life of thought, and that of reality. | happiness negation suffering | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 2b38ece | Your god, sir, is the World. In my eyes, you, too, if not an infidel, are an idolater. I conceive that you ignorantly worship: in all things you appear to me too superstitious. Sir, your god, your great Bel, your fish-tailed Dagon, rises before me as a demon. You, and such as you, have raised him to a throne, put on him a crown, given him a sceptre. Behold how hideously he governs! See him busied at the work he likes best -- making marriage.. | contempt death decay demons discord disgust disharmony disparity domestic-life expectations false-belief families family-relationships force hatred hypocrisy idolatry injustice lovelessness marriage married-life matrimony preconceptions scorn social-norms society unfreedom unhappiness vice women worldliness | Charlotte Brontë | |
| a4f4687 | I think I dislike what I don't like more than I like what I like. | George Eliot | ||
| 34a4801 | Evil is real - and powerful. It has to be fought, not explained away, not fled. And God is against evil all the way. So each of us has to decide where WE stand, how we're going to live OUR lives. We can try to persuade ourselves that evil doesn't exist; live for ourselves and wink at evil. We can say that it isn't so bad after all, maybe even try to call it fun by clothing it in silks and velvets. We can compromise with it, keep quiet about.. | catherine-marshall christy christy-huddleston | Catherine Marshall | |
| 062f654 | It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying. | bleeding blue dark day dying mornig stars time | Markus Zusak | |
| 95f0ad0 | To exemplify that particular situation, we can look to a cool day in late June. Rudy, to put it mildly, was incensed. Who did Liesel Meminger think she was, telling him she had to take the washing and ironing alone today? Wasn't he good enough to walk the streets with her? "Stop complaining, Saukerl," she reprimanded him. "I just feel bad. You're missing the game." He looked over his shoulder. "Well, if you put it like that." There was a Sc.. | rudy-steiner | Markus Zusak | |
| 5e49e44 | It was Russia, January 5, 1943, and just another icy day. Out among the city and snow, there were dead Russians and Germans everywhere. Those who remained were firing into the blank pages in front of them. Three languages interwove. The Russian, the bullets, the German. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4c8f778 | And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| cb3103e | Noelle: But I look like a freak now. Craig: I told you, Noelle, everybody has problems. Some people just hide their crap better than others. But people aren't going to look at you and run away. They're going to look at you and think that they can talk to you, and that you'll understand, and that you're brave, and that you're strong. And you are. You're brave and strong. p.366-367 | Ned Vizzini | ||
| 25e91ed | I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. | sleep wake-up | Ned Vizzini | |
| 4c65270 | Creativity is sacred, and it is not sacred. What we make matters enormously, and it doesn't matter at all. We toil alone, and we are accompanied by spirits. We are terrified, and we are brave. Art is a crushing chore and a wonderful privilege. Only when we are at our most playful can divinity finally get serious with us. Make space for all these paradoxes to be equally true inside your soul, and I promise--you can make anything. So please c.. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 18ec48e | Every intimacy carries secreted somewhere below its initial lovely surfaces, the ever-coiled makings of complete catastrophe. | intimacy | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| 6e0a6fe | Sometimes out hearts are broken so new light can get in. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| f128f0e | The best consolation in misfortune or affliction of any kind will be the thought of other people who are in a still worse plight than yourself; and this is a form of consolation open to every one. But what an awful fate this means for mankind as a whole! We are like lambs in a field, disporting themselves under the eye of the butcher, who chooses out first one and then another for his prey. | philosophy philosophy-of-life | Arthur Schopenhauer | |
| 54ca65f | To free a man from error is to give, not to take away. Knowledge that a thing is false is a truth. Error always does harm; sooner or later it will bring mischief to the man who harbors it. | Arthur Schopenhauer | ||
| 9382028 | A life is such a strange object, at one moment translucent, at another utterly opaque, an object I make with my own hands, an object imposed on me, an object for which the world provides the raw material and then steals it from me again, pulverized by events, scattered, broken, scored yet retaining its unity; how heavy it is and how inconsistent: this contradiction breeds many misunderstandings. | Simone de Beauvoir | ||
| f072e54 | It used to be thought that the events that changed the world were things like big bombs, maniac politicians, huge earthquakes, or vast population movements, but it has now been realized that this is a very old-fashioned view held by people totally out of touch with modern thought. The things that really change the world, according to Chaos theory, are the tiny things. A butterfly flaps its wings in the Amazonian jungle, and subsequently a s.. | chaos-theory | Neil Gaiman | |
| f5ff219 | Everything he had ever done that had been better left undone. Every lie he had told -- told to himself, or told to others. Every little hurt, and all the great hurts. Each one was pulled out of him, detail by detail, inch by inch. The demon stripped away the cover of forgetfulness, stripped everything down to truth, and it hurt more than anything. | forgetfulness hurt lie truth | Neil Gaiman | |
| e663546 | Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| bf51790 | And weren't, when you got right down to it, particularly evil. Human beings mostly aren't. They just get carried away by new ideas, like dressing up in jackboots and shooting people, or dressing up in white sheets and lynching people, or dressing up in tie-dye jeans and and playing guitar at people. Offer people a new creed with a costume and their hearts and minds will follow | Neil Gaiman | ||
| a34e91c | There are new gods growing in America, clinging to growing knots of belief: gods of credit card and freeway, of Internet and telephone, of radio and hospital and television, gods of plastic and of beeper and of neon. Proud gods, fat and foolish creatures, puffed up with their own newness and importance. "They are aware of us, they fear us, and they hate us," said Odin. "You are fooling yourselves if you believe otherwise." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| c2cec0e | Each of the dancers took a partner, the living with the dead, each to each. Bod reached out his hand and found himself touching fingers with, and gazing into the grey eyes of, the lady in the cobweb dress. She smiled at him. "Hello, Bod," she said. "Hello," he said, as he danced with her. "I don't know your name." "Names aren't really important," she said. "I love your horse. He's so big! I never knew horses could be that big." "He is gentl.. | fantasy young-adult | Neil Gaiman | |
| 3e3c4c7 | Wolf! Right here and now! | Peter Straub | ||
| 3b00166 | The thing to remember about love affairs," says Simone, "is that they are all like having raccoons in your chimney." ... | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 3233e42 | HIGGINS I find that the moment I let a woman make friends with me, she becomes jealous, exacting, suspicious, and a damned nuisance. I find that the moment I let myself make friends with a woman, I become selfish and tyrannical. Women upset everything. When you let them into your life, you find that the woman is driving at one thing and you're driving at another. PICKERING At what, for example? HIGGINS Oh, Lord knows! I suppose the woman wa.. | George Bernard Shaw | ||
| a852829 | That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| db15e40 | I took in a deep breath, and smoke twisted around my head as I let it slip through my teeth. "Do you know what my favorite show was when I was a little kid?" The look again. "I would have no idea." "Doctor Who. British sci-fi show." "I am familiar with it. Christopher Eccleston, David Tennant, and Matt--" "No," I said. "The new show's great, but I grew up on the old one. The low-budget, rubber monster show with Tom Baker and Peter Davison. .. | heroes | Peter Clines | |
| 5e98fd7 | If, for example, you are miserly by nature, you will never go beyond a certain limit; only generous souls attain greatness. | Robert Greene | ||
| 1a54ef1 | Now you know how badly someone wanted you, Charley. Children forget that sometimes. They think of themselves as a burden instead of a wish granted. | children truth wanted wish | Mitch Albom | |
| 85d94e7 | Young men go to war. Sometimes because they have to, sometimes because they want to. Always, they feel they are supposed to. This comes from the sad, layered stories of life, which over the centuries have seen courage confused with picking up arms, and cowardice confused with laying them down. | patriotism war | Mitch Albom | |
| bdfc70b | Emigrate or Degenerate. | Philip K. Dick | ||
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| 2cda36a | Mom always said people worried too much about their children. Suffering when you're young is good for you, she said. It immunized your body and your soul, and that was why she ignored us kids when we cried. Fussing over children who cry only encouraged them, she told us. That's positive reinforcement for negative behavior. | parents raising-children | Jeannette Walls | |
| cc98551 | Possibility is not a luxury; it is as crucial as bread. | inspirational possibility | Judith Butler | |
| dfec73f | It isn't what you earn but how spend it that fixes your class. | priorities | Sinclair Lewis | |
| d5c5a12 | I've done everything for the wrong reasons. All the good works people credit to me are nothing because I did them expecting God to repay me. I thought if I worked hard enough, God would have to give me what I wanted. The truth is I've never served the Lord at all. I was always serving myself. | Francine Rivers | ||
| 9f10c91 | Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.' Whatever happens is to His good purpose and for His glory. I am not afraid. | Francine Rivers |