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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 533c3b7 | Only now is the child finally divested of all that he has been. His origins are become remote as is his destiny and not again in all the world's turning will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man's will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 53b455f | He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone. | mccarthy | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 6d919d3 | I mean, if you're asking a fellow to come out of a room so that you can dismember him with a carving knife, it's absurd to tack a 'sir' on to every sentence. The two things don't go together. | p-g-wodehouse thank-you-jeeves | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| d48a67a | I'm haunted by all the space that I | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 749d224 | And right this second I want to live in ignorant bliss. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 2fef7e1 | Everest silences you...when you come down, nothing seems worth saying, nothing at all. You find the nothingness wrapping you up, like a sound. Non-being. You can't keep it up, of course. the world rushes in soon enough. What shuts you up is, I think, the sight you've had of perfection: why speak if you can't manage perfect thoughts, perfect sentences? It feels like a betrayal of what you've been through. But it fades; you accept that certai.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 2b963c7 | When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 73a8b38 | We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother. | William Shakespeare | ||
| f9c9bea | You only have one chance to make a first impression. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 678e27c | All rivers run full to the sea; those who are apart are brought together; the lost ones are redeemed; the dead come back to life; the perfectly blue days that have begun and ended in golden dimness continue, immobile and accessible; and, when all is perceived in such a way as to obviate time, justice becomes apparent not as something that will be, but something that is. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 65c335f | Dead Max was the biggest oxymoron in history. | James Patterson | ||
| 7314e9f | You have a memory chip that small implanted in you," he verified. I nodded, guessing this was somewhat worse than having cooties." | James Patterson | ||
| dea36ca | What test?" Asked Nudge. "Max, you're incorruptible." "Only by power." I said. "You haven't tried chocolate yet." | James Patterson | ||
| ff2274f | The solitude of writing is a solitude without which writing could not be produced, or would crumble, drained bloodless by the search for something else to write. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 474864a | Now, 75 years [after ], in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones, iPods, and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with books. | communication computers critical-thinking modern-life reading superficiality vacuity | Harper Lee | |
| 7e95365 | As soon as any man says of the affairs of the State "What does it matter to me?" the State may be given up for lost." | de-politicization democracy participation responsibility | Jean-Jacques Rousseau | |
| a026c01 | Few in this world are ever simply nasty; those who hurt us are themselves in pain. The appropriate response is hence never cynicism nor aggression but, at the rare moments one can manage it, always love. | pain | Alain de Botton | |
| cb9c669 | How boring these emotions are that we're caught in and can't get free of, no matter how much we want to... | Doris Lessing | ||
| 3aa1b5e | There," she said. She rocked him back and forth. "There, you foolish, beautiful boy who wants to change the world. There, there. And who could keep from loving you? Who could keep from loving a boy so brave and true?" | boys children love orphans | Kate DiCamillo | |
| c421394 | Creation never ceased on the sixth evening, it occurs to the young man. Creation unfolds around us, despite us and through us at the speed of days and nights. And we call it love. | David Mitchell | ||
| 4eb43b8 | The lie took form as she spoke, pulling on as many strands of truth as it could reach. | tally tally-youngblood uglies westerfeld | Scott Westerfeld | |
| e9c8e88 | I will walk heavy, and I will walk strange. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| d6c2e9a | Explanation is not half as strong as experience but experience is not half as strong as experience and understanding | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| a40d232 | The little queen all golden Flew hissing at the sea. To stop each wave Her clutch to save She ventured bravely. As she attacked the sea in rage A holderman came nigh Along the sand Fishnet in hand And saw the queen midsky. He stared at her in wonder For often he'd been told That such as she Could never be Who hovered there, bright gold. He saw her plight and quickly He looked up the cliff he faced And saw a cave Above the wave In which her .. | Anne McCaffrey | ||
| ebeb1a3 | Don't leave me alone! A cry in the night, Of anguish heart-stiking, Of soul-killing fright. Live for my living Or else I must die Don't leave me alone. A world heard that cry. | Anne McCaffrey | ||
| df3826b | On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free. I gorged myself until my tummy ached. | Craig Thompson | ||
| 111f42c | We have to speak up on behalf of those who cannot speak for themselves. | animal-rights animals vegan | Peter Singer | |
| adc8cf4 | I see. Is Jim with you now?" "Yes, he is. We're having rough sex. You're interrupting. "What are you doing here?" "Looking for Jim in your bed." "He isn't here." "I see that." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| ea0d7a4 | Curran, please don't bite his head off." "Why?" "Because it's illegal. Technically you assaulted him first when you threw him across the lawn." "I didn't throw him very far." I rolled my eyes. "I could've thrown him straight up and let him land on the pavement." "That would also be illegal." "You keep bringing this 'illegal' thing up as if it means something to me." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 3a1ceeb | Any messages for me?" Usually I got one or two, but mostly people who wanted my help preferred to talk in person. "Yes. Hold on." She pulled out a handful of pink tickets and recited from memory, without checking the paper. "Seven forty-two a.m., Mr. Gasparian: I curse you. I curse your arms so they wither and die and fall off your body. I curse your eyeballs to explode. I curse your feet to swell until blue. I curse your spine to crack. I .. | ilona-andrews kate magic-bleeds maxine | Ilona Andrews | |
| f88ace2 | Cosette, in her seclusion, like Marius in his, was all ready to take fire. Destiny, with its mysterious and fatal patience, was slowly bringing these two beings near each other, fully charged and all languishing with the stormy electricities of passion,--these two souls which held love as two clouds hold lightning, and which were to meet and mingle in a glace like clouds in a flash. The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stor.. | love | Victor Hugo | |
| 0ce73e3 | The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends, and guarded him. | loneliness | Victor Hugo | |
| db3fd50 | The sadness which reigned everywhere was but an excuse for unfailing kindness. | love profound | Victor Hugo | |
| 3bd2e84 | Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars. Cimourdain was full of virtues and truth, but they shine out of a dark background. | Victor Hugo | ||
| f16c044 | there is a point when the unfortunate and the infamous are associated and confused in a word, a mortal word, les miserables | Victor Hugo | ||
| 0b234f7 | I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books , music, love for one's neighbor - such is my idea of happiness. And then, on top of all that, you for a mate, and chil.. | heart-of-a-man life people | Leo Tolstoy | |
| c3503d4 | The example of a syllogism that he had studied in Kiesewetter's logic: Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal, had throughout his whole life seemed to him right only in relation to Caius, but not to him at all. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| cd655f0 | In all human sorrow nothing gives comfort but love and faith, and that in the sight of Christ's compassion for us no sorrow is trifling. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 489b808 | To see and know the worst is to take from Fear her main advantage. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 66a7f62 | Never," said he, as he ground his teeth, "never was anything at once so frail and so indomitable. A mere reed she feels in my hand!" (And he shook me with the force of his hold.) "I could bend her with my finger and thumb: and what good would it do if I bent, if I uptore, if I crushed her? Consider that eye: consider the resolute, wild, free thing looking out of it, defying me, with more than courage--with a stern triumph. Whatever I do wit.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| aeb9e4f | Getting to the top of any given mountain was considered much less important than how one got there: prestige was earned by tackling the most unforgiving routes with minimal equipment, in the boldest style imaginable. | Jon Krakauer | ||
| 2a9c542 | He was like someone sleeping who woke suddenly and found the world...all the beauty of it, and the sadness too. The hunger and the thirst. Everything he had never thought about or known was there before him, and magnified into one person who by chance, or fate--call it what you will--happened to be me. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 65d7f2c | The only time I ever find my dealings with God less than clear-cut is when I'm not being honest with Him. The fuzziness is always on my side, not His. | catherine-marshall christy christy-huddleston | Catherine Marshall | |
| 37a1824 | Never name the well from which you will not drink. | Marion Zimmer Bradley |