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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 987600c | If we act like prey, they'll act like predators | fear hunting prey truth | Alyxandra Harvey | |
| 0a34a23 | I might have been more worried if I hadn't been defending myself against six brothers my whole life. And if I didn't have a mother who thought she was a ninja. | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| 1191509 | Can I give you a word of advice?" Lucy asked. "I suppose so." "You have a great French accent. If a guy asks you to wear a French maid's costume, kick him in the shin." "Especially if it's one of my brothers" Solange agreed." | Alyxandra Harvey | ||
| 1edb958 | We have the same symptoms as tuberculosis, especially in the eyes of the Romantic Poets. Pale, tired, coughing up blood." "That's romantic?" I had to smile. "Romantic with a capital 'R.' You know, like Byron and Coleridge." He gave a mock shudder. "Please, stop. I barely passed English Lit." I snorted. "I didn't have that option. One of my aunts took Byron as a lover." "Get out." "Seriously. It makes Lucy insanely jealous." "That girl is . .. | solange | Alyxandra Harvey | |
| ed2ab37 | The world didn't stop because we weren't in it anymore. | reality | Susanna Kaysen | |
| 88c5437 | Great. She shook her head. Not only am I having conversations with myself, but now I'm refusing to talk to me. This has got to be the first sign of madness. | Trudi Canavan | ||
| 5a5149a | You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that, oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me, I was part of the nastiness now. Far more a part of it than Rusty Regan was. | noir | Raymond Chandler | |
| 00ebc35 | And the moment you care that much, a man has you. He owns a little piece of your soul, and he can beat you to death with it. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| a534ec8 | I stared at Jean-Claude and it wasn't the beauty of him that made me love him, it was just him. It was love made up of a thousand touches, a million conversations, a trillion shared looks. A love made up of danger shared, enemies conquered, a determination to neither of us would change the other, even if we could. I love Jean-Claude, all of him, because if I took away the Machiavellian plottings, the labyrinth of his mind, it would lessen h.. | jean-claude love | Laurell K. Hamilton | |
| 0a847ce | Lately, when I didn't have room to bitch, I didn't. Maturity, at last. | maturity skin-trade | Laurell K. Hamilton | |
| 9e2b7fb | Edward glanced at me, then back at Olaf. "The Greeks believed that once there were no male and female, that all souls were one. Then the souls were torn apart, male and female. The Greeks thought that when you found the other half of your soul, your soul mate, that it would be your perfect lover. But I think if you find your other half, you would be too much alike to be lovers, but you would still be soul mates." | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| a497cf0 | I know the universe has a sense of irony, and sometimes you get reminded just how sadistic that can be. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| b288c90 | that's how life should be, when one person loses heart, the other must have heart and courage enough for both. | perseverance | José Saramago | |
| df3272a | ql bsr`@: 'n bkhyr shkr lk, hdh m nqwlh `ndm l nryd l`b dwr lD`f ljsdy, nqwl nn bkhyr, Hty lw kn nHtDr, w hdh mt`rf `lyh b'nh stjm` llshj`@, Zhr@ lm t`rf l ldy lbshr | José Saramago | ||
| 4939db4 | Society is much more easily soothed than one's own conscience. | Isaac Asimov | ||
| bbf4c50 | Every time a couple moves they begin, if their attention is still drawn to one another, to see each other differently, for personalities are not a single immutable color, like white or blue, but rather illuminated screens, and the shades we reflect depend much on what is around us. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| cf59248 | Knock! knock! who's there? me! me who? that's right? what's right? meehoo! that's what I want to know! what's what you want to know? me who? yes, exactly! exactly what? yes, I have exactlywatt on a chain! exactly what on a chain? yes! yes what? no, exactlywatt! that's what I want to know! I told you-exactlywatt! exactly what? yes! yes what? yes it's with me. what's with you? exactlywatt-that's what with me. me who? yes! | Shel Silverstein | ||
| 684411c | Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay? | Kim Harrison | ||
| 6b64d23 | During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was--but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spi.. | Edgar Allan Poe | ||
| 67d6075 | Sometimes he felt like he'd been gone his whole life--in exile, away from the place he was supposed to be, and that, soldier-like, he was pining to be returned. Homesick for a place he'd never been. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| f421313 | I'm in a foreign land, trying to explain myself, trying to make myself known. Because isn't that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn't that the simple magic phrase? | relationships | Gillian Flynn | |
| b176cd7 | We exist for ourselves, perhaps, and at times we even have a glimmer of who we are, but in the end we can never be sure, and as our lives go on, we become more and more opaque to ourselves, more and more aware of our own incoherence. No one can cross the boundary into another - for the simple reason that no one can gain access to himself. | Paul Auster | ||
| 2a09f94 | Most persons are so absorbed in the contemplation of the outside world that they are wholly oblivious to what is passing on within themselves. | Nikola Tesla | ||
| 81f7654 | We are born into this world unarmed - our mind is our only weapon. | philosophy | Ayn Rand | |
| 69747ae | Any work is creative work if done by a thinking mind. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 8ed2fe7 | It is not good to want a thing too much. It sometimes drives the luck away. You must want it just enough, and you must be very tactful with Gods or the gods. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 58002b0 | And her joy was nearly like sorrow. | John Steinbeck | ||
| effc875 | How many times already had I encountered the painful lesson that although we may wish for the barb to be pulled from our flesh, it leaves a welt that doesn't heal? | Arthur Golden | ||
| 37bd82b | Ah, hi. It's Carter. I wonder if you might want to go out to dinner, or maybe the movies. Maybe you like plays better than movies. I should've looked up what might be available before I called. I didn't think of it. Or we could just have coffee again if you want to do that. Or... I'm not articulate on these things. I can't use a tape recorder either. And why would you care? If you're at all interested in any of the above, please feel free t.. | Nora Roberts | ||
| a63efb9 | sometimes to find truth one must move mountains -Kohler | Dan Brown | ||
| d4a009e | If you do not conquer self, you will be conquered by self. | Napoleon Hill | ||
| 3a65a21 | You've got to be sure of yourself before You can ever win a prize. | confidence inspirational self-esteem success winning | Napoleon Hill | |
| 7e49b76 | Just because a relationship ends, it doesn't mean it's not worth having. | love relationships | Sarah Mlynowski | |
| 04539be | Managers tend to pick a strategy that is the least likely to fail, rather then to pick a strategy that is most efficient," Said Palmer. " The pain of looking bad is worse than the gain of making the best move." | Michael Lewis | ||
| 7325247 | You only live once, buy Picassos whenever possible. | picasso | James Frey | |
| 1191a7f | No one can manipulate anyone else. In any relationship, both parties know what they're doing. even if one complains later on that they were used. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| d0c8a3f | Love is only a word, until someone arrives to give it meaning. Don't give up. Remember, it's always the last key on the key ring that opens the door. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| af1493f | A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive. | Anne Carson | ||
| 2ea18a0 | I wondered if sometimes the difference between a psychopath in Broadmoor and a psychopath on Wall Street was the luck of being born into a stable, rich family. | Jon Ronson | ||
| 8ae57e9 | He was the first, the only love her life, and in a nature like hers such passions take deep root and die-hard. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 5829afd | I loved you madly; in the distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of the night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through Paradises and Hells of visions into which I rushed, carrying your image in my arms, I loved you madly. | passion | Charles Dickens | |
| 083304c | He would make a lovely corpse. | Charles Dickens | ||
| cdd802c | I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me. | alone charles-dickens depressed depression dickens life lonely philosophy sad self-loathing self-worth sydney-carton | Charles Dickens | |
| dc9321b | He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end. | Jean-Paul Sartre |