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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a5c3314 | There was once a strange, small man. He decided three important details about his life: 1. He would part his hair from the opposite side to everyone else. 2. He would make himself a small, strange mustache. 3. He would one day rule the world. ...Yes, the Fuhrer decided that he would rule the world with words. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 9864e69 | Doesn't it seem to you," asked Madame Bovary, "that the mind moves more freely in the presence of that boundless expanse, that the sight of it elevates the soul and gives rise to thoughts of the infinite and the ideal?" | sea | Gustave Flaubert | |
| e9fd75f | The current generation now sees everything clearly, it marvels at the errors, it laughs at the folly of its ancestors, not seeing that this chronicle is all overscored by divine fire, that every letter of it cries out, that from everywhere the piercing finger is pointed at it, at this current generation; but the current generation laughs and presumptuously, proudly begins a series of new errors, at which their descendants will also laugh af.. | Nikolai Gogol | ||
| ea48ba8 | Here sighs and cries and shrieks of lamentation echoed throughout the starless air of Hell; at first these sounds resounding made me weep: tongues confused, a language strained in anguish with cadences of anger, shrill outcries and raucous groans that joined with sounds of hands, raising a whirling storm that turns itself forever through that air of endless black, like grains of sand swirling when a whirlwind blows. And I, in the midst of .. | inspiring | Dante Alighieri | |
| 8ade2c6 | Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. | poetry writing | Seamus Heaney | |
| c733aa1 | The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in. | Sharon Creech | ||
| ed1e051 | I do forget sometimes how much it means for certain men--for certain people--to be able to provide their loved ones with material comforts and protection at all times. I forget how dangerously reduced some men can feel when that basic ability has been stripped from them. I forget how much that matters to men, what it represents. | powerlessness providers | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| a54b4f2 | So miss him. Send him some love and light every time you think about him, then drop it. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 7783c58 | It is easier, far easier, to obey another than to command oneself. | Irvin D. Yalom | ||
| 3dce28b | But the wild things cried, "Oh please don't go- We'll eat you up- we love you so!" | Maurice Sendak | ||
| dd6e30b | It's perfectly simple," said Wednesday. "In other countries, over the years, people recognized the places of power. Sometimes it would be a natural formation, sometimes it would just be a place that was, somehow, special. They knew that something important was happening there, that there was some focusing point, some channel, some window to the Immanent. And so they would build temples or cathedrals, or erect stone circles, or...well, you g.. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 23a8dd1 | I saw her chewing gum, when I was thirteen, and I fell for her like a suicide from a bridge. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 6b27728 | Rubbish!" screamed a fat, elderly woman, in Richard's ear, as he passed her malodorous stall. "Junk!" She continued. "Garbage! Trash! Offal! Debris! Come and get it! Nothing whole or undamaged! Crap, tripe, and useless piles of shit. You know you want it." | trash | Neil Gaiman | |
| 7244d00 | I my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I was hurt, but I my hurt, and even it, a little, for now I could write a death, a loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled. | writing | Neil Gaiman | |
| 5e29613 | I think...that I would rather recollect a life mis-spent on fragile things than spent avoiding moral debt. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 5dc3e07 | I want to go home. Then he mentally underlined the last sentence three times, rewrote it in huge letters in red ink, and circled it before putting a number of exclamation marks next to it in his mental margin. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 2ef558e | It is as though some old part of yourself wakes up in you, terrified, useless in the life you have, its skills and habits destructive but intact, and what is left of the present you, the person you have become, wilts and shrivels in sadness or despair: the person you have become is only a thin shell over this other, more electric and endangered self. The strongest, the least digested parts of your experience can rise up and put you back whe.. | flashbacks post-traumatic-stress-disorder posttraumatic-stress-disorder ptsd terror | Peter Straub | |
| 98fc68c | I would never understand photography, the sneaky, murderous taxidermy of it. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 81bfe44 | Hide your intentions not by closing up (with the risk of appearing secretive, and making people suspicious) but by talking endlessly about your desires and goals-just not the real ones. | Robert Greene | ||
| ba991a3 | All masters want to appear more brilliant than other people. | Robert Greene | ||
| 58e3ee0 | Sadness of any sort is also seductive, particularly if it seems deep-rooted, even spiritual, rather than needy or pathetic--it makes people come to you. | Robert Greene | ||
| 0819c71 | The clue to everything a man should love and fear in her was there right from the start in the ironic smile that primed and swelled the archery of her full lips. There was pride in that smile and confidence in the set of her fine nose. Without understanding why I knew beyond question that a lot of people would mistake her pride for arrogance and confuse her confidence with impassivity. I didn't make that mistake. My eyes were lost swimming .. | love-at-first-sight women | Gregory David Roberts | |
| 9a733b2 | The tears that kept Buttercup company the remainder of the day were not at all like those that had blinded her into the tree trunk. Those were noisy and hot; they pulsed. These were silent and steady and all they did was remind her that she wasn't good enough. She was seventeen, and every male she'd ever known had crumbled at her feet and it meant nothing. The one time it really mattered, she wasn't good enough. | tears | William Goldman | |
| 977cf01 | Westley closed his eyes. There was pain coming and he had to be ready for it. He had to prepare his brain, he had to get his mind controlled and safe from their efforts, so that they could not break him. He would not let them break him. He would hold together against anything and all. If only they gave him sufficient time to make ready, he knew he could defeat pain. It turned out they gave him sufficient time (it was months before the Machi.. | William Goldman | ||
| 3a57a90 | You can't hide the thunderbolt. When it hits you, everybody can see it. Christ, man, don't be ashamed of it, some men pray for the thunderbolt. You're a very lucky fellow. - Calo | Mario Puzo | ||
| 1b48609 | I don't eat chicken abortions! | chicken-abortions gossip-girl humor | Cecily von Ziegesar | |
| 8fc5294 | You and me-we've whored together. We've fought together.And I still dunna understand how ye always seems to know where the money is hidden and the liquor is stored and the scandals are richest.' It's a gift. | gifts humor | Christina Dodd | |
| 8aff52d | Because that's what you do, you stand up for your best friend. And you eat lunch with him and talk with him and share secrets and laugh a lot and go places and do stuff, and when you wake up in the morning, he's the first person you think of. | Jerry Spinelli | ||
| 130453d | One must lie under certain circumstances and at all times when one can't do anything about them. | lies | Harper Lee | |
| a3986fd | Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare sieze the fire? And what shoulder, & what art. Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace .. | William Blake | ||
| 73a589e | Sometimes ah think that people become junkies just because they subconsciously crave a wee bit ay silence. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| 54fdeca | We are all creatures of the stars. | origins | Doris Lessing | |
| 025c74e | I view people two ways. They're either eye-for-an-eye people or they are turn-the-cheek people. | Michael Connelly | ||
| b480ab1 | Have you, in truth, ever seen something so heartbreakingly lovely? What are we to make of a world where stars shine bright in the midst of so much darkness and gloom? | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 706d369 | No, I won't marry you. I won't do it. No one can force me. | gail carson levine | ||
| 16fd507 | These jokes the world plays, they're not funny at all. | David Mitchell | ||
| 44fab7c | The world needed more fireworks- especially now that there was going to be a shortage of beautiful, useless things. | Scott Westerfeld | ||
| 114d0ec | For the deeds of a man, not the words of a prophecy, are what shape his destiny. | Lloyd Alexander | ||
| 1fb8991 | I suspect that I am the result of particularly weak conception on the part of my father. His sperm was probably emitted in a rather offhand manner. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| 8dd7245 | With all respects to heaven, I like it here. | Colum McCann | ||
| eb49876 | Big bad merc, down with a basic hip toss. In your place I'd be blushing. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| cb7c6a8 | I love you," I told him. There. Nice and simple. "I knew you would find me." He smiled at me. "I would never stop looking." | kate-daniels | Ilona Andrews | |
| af7efdf | He glued the chair to my ass." Silence. "Is it still...attached?" "I can't get it off." | curran ilona-andrews kate magic-bleeds | Ilona Andrews | |
| 8d8354f | Don't worry, he's coming with me to investigate things." "In the city?" Jim asked. "Yes." "That's a great idea. You both should go. To the city." Curran and I looked at each other. "He's trying to get rid of us," I said. "You think he's planning a coup?" Curran wondered. "I hope so." I turned to Jim. "Is there any chance you'd overthrow the tyrannical Beast Lord and his psychotic Consort?" "Yeah, I want a vacation," Curran said. Jim leaned .. | jim kate | Ilona Andrews |