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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7cb9d41 | She] had felt straight away that she wasn't meeting a new friend, but recognizing an old one. | Charles de Lint | ||
| b77745a | Then she smiled, and in that instant, if such a thing were possible, Pasquale fell in love, and he would remain in love for the rest of his life--not so much with the woman, whom he didn't even know, but with the moment. | Jess Walter | ||
| c004cec | Becoming a child again is what is impossible. That's what you have a legitimate reason to be upset over. Childhood is the most valuable thing that's taken away from you in life, if you think about it. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| f568663 | Nothin's real scary except in books. | Harper Lee | ||
| 6ade11d | I grabbed her, right there outside the lunch room in the swarming mob. I didn't care if others were watching. In fact, i hoped they were. I grabbed her and squeezed her. I had never been so happy and so proud in my life. | Jerry Spinelli | ||
| bff228d | Autumn was her happiest season. | Harper Lee | ||
| a677f51 | Scientific inquiry shouldn't stop just because a reasonable explanation has apparently been found. | Neil deGrasse Tyson | ||
| 658fbe9 | Marriage should be about fun," she says gently. "It's about friendship, and laughter, and trust, and fun. If it's not fun, if you take it all too seriously, what's the point? You know I've been with Andy for fifteen years, and the reason it still works is because he's my best friend and he still makes me laugh. Admittedly, not all the time, and often we get completely bogged down in work, and the kids, and life, but he's still the person I .. | Jane Green | ||
| 0f60437 | Inuyasha: "Stop blubbering already, I'm fine." Kagome:"I'm not blubbering." Inuyasha:"Okay, crying." Kagome:"I am not." Inuyasha:"Are too." Kagome:I am NOT!" | Rumiko Takahashi | ||
| 1ddbe7d | Anxiety is the handmaiden of contemporary ambition. | anxiety | Alain de Botton | |
| 70bdfb5 | While a common reaction to seeing a thing of beauty is to want to buy it, our real desire may be not so much to own what we find beautiful as to lay permanent claim to the inner qualities it embodies. Owning such an object may help us realise our ambition of absorbing the virtues to which it alludes, but we ought not to presume that those virtues will automatically or effortlessly begin to rub off on us through tenure. Endeavouring to purch.. | longing | Alain de Botton | |
| 4f27e5b | Everything in the street today seems soft focus. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| 8042cf9 | That is surely the truth, at least for now. But perhaps you have not noticed: the truth is forever changing. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 42a72ec | The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun." | David Mitchell | ||
| 810add7 | Her only friends on the estate were books, and books can talk but do not listen. | David Mitchell | ||
| fd46ee9 | I want those perfect eyes and lips, and for everyone to look at me and gasp. And for everyone who sees me to think Who's that? and want to get to know me, and listen to what I say." "I'd rather have something to say." | Scott Westerfeld | ||
| 023fc9d | A firm rule must be imposed upon our nation before it destroys itself. The United States needs some theology and geometry, some taste and decency. I suspect that we are teetering on the edge of the abyss. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| 3d01297 | Things happen, people change,' is what Amanda said. For her that covered it. You wanted an explanation, and ending that would assign blame and dish up justice. You considered violence and you considered reconciliation . But what you are left with is a premonition of the way your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a dwindling trail of images and emotions, until all you can remember is a name. | Jay McInerney | ||
| bb19569 | There is something deeply hypocritical in a society that holds an inner-city child only eight years old "accountable" for her performance on a high-stakes standardized exam but does not hold the high officials of our government accountable for robbing her of what they gave their own kids six or seven years before." -- | education government poverty standardized-tests | Jonathan Kozol | |
| 997e773 | most people in the ancient world, did not make a sharp distinction between myth and reality. The two were intimately tied together in their spiritual experience. That is to say, they were less interested in what , than in what it . It would have been perfectly normal, indeed expected, for a writer in the ancient world, to tell tales of gods and heroes, whose fundamental facts would have been recognized as false, but whose underlying messa.. | biblical-scholarship fact history scholarship truth | Reza Aslan | |
| 86dd2b7 | Things happen or they don't happen, that's all. Nothing is accomplished by sweat and struggle. Nearly everything which we call life is just insomnia, an agony because we've lost the habit of falling asleep. We don't know how to let go. We're like a Jack-in-the-box perched on top of a spring and the more we struggle the harder it is to get back in the box. | life philosophy | Henry Miller | |
| 7b64ac8 | People do not see that the main question is not : "Am I loved?" which is to a large extent the question : "Am I approved of? Am I protected? Am I admired?" The main question is: "Can I love?" | psychology society | Erich Fromm | |
| 9c09eb6 | The simplest truth about man is that he is a very strange being; almost in the sense of being a stranger on the earth. In all sobriety, he has much more of the external appearance of one bringing alien habits from another land than of a mere growth of this one. He cannot sleep in his own skin; he cannot trust his own instincts. He is at once a creator moving miraculous hands and fingers and a kind of cripple. He is wrapped in artificial ba.. | human pilgrim stranger | G.K. Chesterton | |
| bc38c8e | I will love you forever; whatever happens. Till I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I'll drift about forever, all my atoms, till I find you again... I'll be looking for you, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we'll cling together so tight that nothing and no one'll ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you... We'll live in birds and flowers and dra.. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 73ba7bf | Occasionally they would hear a harsh croak or a splash as some amphibian was disturbed, but the only creature they saw was a toad as big as Will's foot, which could only flop in a pain-filled sideways heave as if it were horribly injured. It lay across the path, trying to move out of the way and looking at them as if it knew they meant to hurt it. 'It would be merciful to kill it,' said Tialys. 'How do you know?' said Lyra. 'It might still .. | death killing toads | Philip Pullman | |
| b8560ff | I turned to the courtyard and waved at Roman and the witch next to him. "Is that his sister?" Andrea asked me. "No." I had spoken with both of them. "I'd asked her that. Her name is Alina, she isn't his sister, and she feels deeply sorry for his sisters, because if she had to put up with being in his presence for longer than a day, she would throw herself off the nearest bridge just to end the agony." "Well," Andrea said. "Glad she cleared .. | kate-daniels roman | Ilona Andrews | |
| 213baa8 | He comes into my city, he throws away my people, he orders me around like I'm his servant and now this? How dare he!" I sighed. "How dare he!" came out. Could "Does he know who I am?" be far behind? "I'm not some illiterate he can push around. I won't be treated this way. I worked too damn hard, for years. Years! Years of study and that fucking Neanderthal comes in and waves his arms." Ghastek skewed his face into a grimace. He was probably.. | kate-daniels | Ilona Andrews | |
| dbbfaef | And let's be honest, you weren't exactly harmed. I even took you home." "You dumped me on my doorstep. According to my mother, I looked half dead." "Your mother exaggerates. A third dead at most." I stared at him. Wow. Just wow." | nevada-baylor | Ilona Andrews | |
| f07f612 | Do you like my working persona?" Saiman asked softly. "An aesthetically pleasing combination of intelligence and elegance, wouldn't you say?" Aren't we pleased with ourselves. "Are you Chinese, Japanese, half-white? I can't tell, your features are neither here nor there." "I'm inscrutable, mysterious and intellectual." He forgot conceited. "Did you have any trouble getting that ego through the door?" Saiman didn't even blink. "Not in the le.. | saiman | Ilona Andrews | |
| 5aec00c | Go play your games with Jim. I'll find you both when I need you." Arrogant asshole. "I tell you what, if you find us before those three days run out, I'll cook you a damn dinner and serve it to you naked." "Is that a promise?" "Yes. Go fuck yourself." | flirting humor kate-daniels magic-strikes | Ilona Andrews | |
| 54a3576 | He said "woman" in the same way I'd say "Mmmmm, yummy chocolate" after waking up from hunger pains and finding a Hershey bar in an empty refrigerator." | kate | Ilona Andrews | |
| fe3251e | He squeezed his hands into fists. I picked up a grapefruit-sized rock and handed it to him. It went flying. Home run, Beast Lord style. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 89039dd | It is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. | seperation | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 2832ad6 | There'll always be wars because men love wars. Women don't, but men do.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| cffeb75 | I didn't know how to say goodbye. Words were stupid. They said so little. Yet they opened up holes you could fall into and never climb out of again. | ann-rinaldi goodbye inadequate war words | Ann Rinaldi | |
| 0bdf05d | They never said "I don't know." They said, instead, "I'm not sure," which did not give any information but still suggested the possibility of knowledge." | culture | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | |
| efce848 | Academics were not intellectuals; they were not curious, they built their stolid tents of specialized knowledge and stayed securely in them. | knowledge | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | |
| cf14ff7 | Their life is mysterious, it is like a forest; from far off it seems a unity, it can be comprehended, described, but closer it begins to separate, to break into light and shadow, the density blinds one. Within there is no form, only prodigious detail that reaches everywhere: exotic sounds, spills of sunlight, foliage, fallen trees, small beasts that flee at the sound of a twig-snap, insects, silence, flowers. And all of this, dependent, clo.. | forest metaphor people trees | James Salter | |
| 29e2c91 | I will never, be the same. I have seen stars. stars. | space stars | Beth Revis | |
| 430fba4 | Any time there's something so ridiculously dangerous that no rational human being would try it, they send for me.' --Garion | David Eddings | ||
| 155da98 | There was no secret I did not tell him, there was no moment we did not share. We didn't grow up, we grew in; like ivy wrapping, molding each other into perfect yins and yangs | Sarah Kay | ||
| 5611209 | Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 66189a9 | Certainly the determining acts of her life were not ideally beautiful. They were the mixed result of young and novel impulse struggling amidst the conditions of an imperfect social state, in which great feelings will often take the aspect of error, and great faith the aspect of illusion. | George Eliot | ||
| 2488dc4 | One ought to be afraid of nothing other then things possessed of power to do us harm, but things innoucuous need not be feared. | Dante Alighieri |