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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9b02a3b | There are worse things you can do to the people you love than kill them. The regular way is just to watch the world do it. Just read the newspaper. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 20a21a1 | It's the Marilyn Monroe school of medicine where enough of any drug will cure any disease. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| ef2fc71 | It only takes one mistake and nothing else you ever do will matter. No matter how hard you work or how smart you become, you'll always be known for that one poor choice. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 09814e6 | Because everything up to now is a story and everything after now is a story. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| f6dcfa2 | All these thousands of miles later, all these different people I've been, and it's still the same story. Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that's usually how you end up crying? How is it you can keep mutating and still be the same deadly virus? | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 1005b11 | A dry martini,' he said. 'One. In a deep champagne goblet.' ... Just a moment. Three measures of Gordon's, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon-peel. Got it? | Ian Fleming | ||
| b03298f | When at last I came upon the right book, the feeling was violent: it blew open a hole in me that made life more dangerous because I couldn't control what came through it. | literature reading | Nicole Krauss | |
| 8596cc6 | These things...they are who you are. They brought you here. To this day. You didn't give me a chance to understand that ever the unattractive parts of you, the messy parts, were something I could accept. | past love | Laura Dave | |
| c402107 | Confession is the act of inviting God to walk the acreage of our hearts. "There is a rock of greed over here, Father. I can't budge it. And that tree of guilt near the fence? Its roots are long and deep. And may I show you some dry soil, too crusty for seed?" God's seed grows better if the soil of the heart is cleared." | Max Lucado | ||
| 2df2f1d | When he says we're forgiven, let's unload the guilt. When he says we're valuable, let's believe him. . . . When he says we're provided for, let's stop worrying. God's efforts are strongest when our efforts are useless | faith inspirational guilt | Max Lucado | |
| 05e12a1 | Once in a mental hospital, a person grows used to the freedom that exists in the world of madness and becomes addicted to it. You no longer have to take on responsibilities, to struggle to earn your daily bread, to be bothered with repetitive, mundane tasks. You could spend hours looking at a picture or making absurd doodles. Everything is torelated because, after all, the person is mentally ill. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| ee9fc85 | There are some things in life that are worth fighting for to the end. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| cf8fac4 | Although I have the colors, only the Lord can mix them with such harmony. | paulo coelho | ||
| 4eac541 | I think that, with age, people come to realize that death is inevitable. And we need to learn to face it with serenity, wisdom and resignation. Death often frees us from a lot of senseless sufferings. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 8830aae | Even if you slept with every man on Earth, my love will still survive. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 470dd47 | Avoid those who seek friends in order to maintain a certain social status or to open doors they would not otherwise be able to approach. | people friends friendship life-lessons benefits classification social-gaps social-ladder doors social-classes society selection hypocrisy exploitation loyalty | Paulo Coelho | |
| 220c934 | The eyes are the mirror of the soul and reflect everything that seems to be hidden; and like a mirror, they also reflect the person looking into them. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 5b836ac | You will die. You will not live forever. Nor will any man nor any thing. Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a great gift: the gift of selfhood. For we have only what we know we must lose, what we are willing to lose... That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the .. | death life | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 3cd3c9d | Please bring strange things. Please come bringing new things. Let very old things come into your hands. Let what you do not know come into your eyes. Let desert sand harden your feet. Let the arch of your feet be the mountains. Let the paths of your fingertips be your maps And the ways you go be the lines of your palms. Let there be deep snow in your inbreathing And your outbreath be the shining of ice. May your mouth contain the shapes of .. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 5906ac0 | Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk's flight on the empty sky. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 4d245c8 | Spell-Cleaver. That was his title. She surveyed him with her usual disdain. But Helion gave her the same bow he'd offered me--though his smile was edged with enough sensuality that even my heart raced a bit. No wonder the Lady of Autumn hadn't stood a chance. "I don't think we were introduced properly earlier," he crooned to Nesta. "I'm--" "I don't care," Nesta said with a snap of her wrist, striding right past him and up to my side. "I'd l.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 832ef36 | Then it is a good thing, Yrene Towers, that I love you as well. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b84a53e | What - what was I doing the whole time?" So much for Alis's warning. Lucien let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his red hair. "He had you dance for him for most of the night. And when you weren't dancing, you were sitting in his lap." "What kind of dancing?" I pushed. "Not the kind you were doing with Tamlin on Solstice," Lucien said, and my face heated. From the murkiness of my memories of last night, I recalled the closeness of.. | the-dance rhysand feyre lucien rhys | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 2e182ce | No fair maiden should die alone, | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 18a0373 | Arobynn only smiled at her, taller by a head. And when he reached out, she allowed him to brush his knuckles down her cheek. The calluses on is fingers said enough about how often he practiced. "I do not expect you to trust me; I do not expect you to love me." | arobynn-hamel | Sarah J. Maas | |
| dd77708 | there was not enough time in life to waste on hatred. On feeling it and putting it into the world | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| aa022fb | It was agony and despair and fear. It was joy and laughter and rest. It was life, all of it... | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 405a3d4 | Ah," Gary said dreamily. " 'Free time.' I've heard about that. Don't fool yourself, Fire-Top. What with extra hours of lessons for punishments, the extra work you get every day, free time is an illusion. It's what you get when you die and the gods reward you for a life spent working from dawn until midnight. We all face up to it sooner or later--the only free time you get here is what my honored sire chooses to give you, when he thinks .. | work free-time studying | Tamora Pierce | |
| b41edb8 | Eating is an agricultural act,' as Wendell Berry famously said. It is also an ecological act, and a political act, too. Though much has been done to obscure this simple fact, how and what we eat determines to a great extent the use we make of the world - and what is to become of it. To eat with a fuller consciousness of all that is at stake might sound like a burden, but in practice few things in life can afford quite as much satisfaction. .. | politics life industry ignorance food | Michael Pollan | |
| a2a5ab5 | And that's when I first learned about evil. It is built in to the very nature of the universe. Every world spins in pain. If there is any kind of supreme being, I told myself, it is up to all of us to become his moral superior. | nature morality supreme-being moral | Terry Pratchett | |
| cb73473 | It is a well-known established fact throughout the many-dimensional worlds of the multiverse that most really great discoveries are owed to one brief moment of inspiration. There's a lot of spadework first, of course, but what clinches the whole thing is the sight of, say, a falling apple or a boiling kettle or the water slipping over the edge of the bath. Something goes click inside the observer's head and then everything falls into place... | Terry Pratchett | ||
| ec36f60 | And as I watched him, I knew that in every dark night there was, somewhere, a small light burning that could never be quenched. | hope | Juliet Marillier | |
| c78bf7f | The corners of his lips curled. "You and your secrets. Ah, , just when I think I've solved one mystery about you, up comes another one. I will figure you out one day. Consider yourself warned." | Kresley Cole | ||
| 777fd84 | My looks had gone from well-kempt cheerleader to apocalyptic disasterpiece. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 93b6abc | Whenever other Lore creatures like the nymphs and satyrs turned their noses up at the "hex-hacks," Carrow would raise both her hands in the rock-on horns gesture and shout, "Double, double, toil and trouble, muthafuckas! You just got cursed!" Then she actually would curse them." | Kresley Cole | ||
| 10eb1d6 | All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the corners he'd cut in Night City, and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void... | William Gibson | ||
| 1db0996 | Prayer does change things, all kinds of things. But the most important thing it changes is us. As we engage in this communion with God more deeply and come to know the One with whom we are speaking more intimately, that growing knowledge of God reveals to us all the more brilliantly who we are and our need to change in conformity to Him. Prayer changes us profoundly. | prayer gospel | R.C. Sproul | |
| 4d6c050 | Let me pull myself out of these waters. But they heap themselves on me; they sweep me between their great shoulders; I am turned; I am tumbled; I am stretched, among these long lights, these long waves, these endless paths, with people pursuing, pursuing. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| d497c5e | Her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| c0b2b7e | Happiness is in the quiet, ordinary things. A table, a chair, a book with a paper-knife stuck between the pages. And the petal falling from the rose, and the light flickering as we sit silent. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 5fc33af | Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 5b200f6 | Growing up is difficult. Strangely, even when we have stopped growing physically, we seem to have to keep on growing emotionally, which involves both expansion and shrinkage, as some parts of us develop and others must be allowed to disappear...Rigidity never works; we end up being the wrong size for our world. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 1ab9170 | The truth is that I've spent all my life with my binoculars trained on the Maybe Islands, a pristine place of fantasy that is really no better than the razor-rocks of misery. Maybe if I had stayed on the farm... maybe if I hadn't gone with Spike... maybe if I could have lived more peaceably... maybe if I'd met the right person years ago, maybe if I hadn't done this, or that or, its cousin, the other. Maybe, baby, the promised land was there.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 45270ff | I sell dreams, small comforts, sweet harmless temptations to bring down a multitude of saints crashing among the hazels and nougatines | Joanne Harris |