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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1a942cd | Jennifer Aniston and Her New Man'" I read the words aloud uncertainly. "What new man? Why would she need a new man?" "Oh yes." Nicole follows my gaze, unconcerned. "You know she split up from Brad Pitt?" "Jennifer and Brad split?" I stare up at her, aghast. "You can't be serious! They can't have done!" "He went off with Angelina Jolie. They've got a daughter." "No!" I wail. "But Jen and Brad were so perfect together! They looked so good and.. | jennifer-aniston sophie-kinsella | Sophie Kinsella | |
| 051b0f7 | Last year I abstained this year I devour without guilt which is also an art | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 9b23184 | In my dreams of this city I am always lost. | lost | Margaret Atwood | |
| 3076bde | Fatigue is here, in my body, in my legs and eyes. That is what gets you in the end. Faith is only a word, embroidered. | fatigue | Margaret Atwood | |
| d7dc4ce | But some characters in books are really real--Jane Austen's are; and I know those five Bennets at the opening of Pride and Prejudice, simply waiting to raven the young men at Netherfield Park, are not giving one thought to the real facts of marriage. | jane-austen marriage | Dodie Smith | |
| 73fa12a | I told you that you deserved better." My heart lifted at the sound of that deep, michivious voice. "Noah?" "Echo, you look..." He let his eyes wander down my body and then slowly back up. A wicked grin spread across his face. "Appetizing." "Like a chicken wing appetizing or succulent hamburger appetizing?" "Appetizing as in your boyfriend's a moron to leave you alone." "He's not my boyfriend." "Good. Because i was going to ask you to .. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 7110a38 | Violence harms the one who does it as much as the one who receives it. You could cut down a tree with an axe. The axe does violence to the tree, and escapes unharmed. Is that how you see it? Wood is soft compared to steel, but the sharp steel is dulled as it chops, and the sap of the tree will rust and pit it. The mighty axe does violence to the helpless tree, and is harmed by it. So it is with men, though the harm is in the spirit. | Robert Jordan | ||
| ac7ba44 | I took it for granted that there must be a few men left in the world who had that kind of strength. I assumed that those men would also be looking for women with principle. I did not want to be among the marked-down goods on the bargain table, cheap because they'd been pawed over. Crowds collect there. It is only the few who will pay full price. "You get what you pay for." -- | men relationships women love inspirational principle purity dating | Elisabeth Elliot | |
| 025e8d1 | By trying to grab fulfillment everywhere, we find it nowhere. | singlehood | Elisabeth Elliot | |
| 215cd4a | Experience had quickly taught her that she could not survive the storms without the anchor of the constraining love of Christ and what she called the "Rock-counsciousness" of the promise given her, "He goeth before." | Elisabeth Elliot | ||
| 8516492 | Impelled by feelings that were primal yet paradoxically wholly impersonal. Feelings of contempt born of inchoate, unacknowledged fear--civilization's fear of nature, men's fear of women, power's fear of powerlessness. Man's subliminal urge to destroy what he could neither subdue nor deify. | Arundhati Roy | ||
| 3ef9677 | Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actuall.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 9784e9c | She would live now, not read. | Alice Munro | ||
| c124332 | I love sushi, I love fried chicken, I love steak. But there is a limit to my love, | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| b997f83 | the meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 9189f2b | I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 02d66c1 | There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation. | Franz Kafka | ||
| a177fad | Many complain that the words of the wise are always merely parables and of no use in daily life, which is the only life we have. When the sage says: "Go over," he does not mean that we should cross over to some actual place, which we could do anyhow if the labor were worth it; he means some fabulous yonder, something unknown to us, something too that he cannot designate more precisely, and therefore cannot help us here in the very least. Al.. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 58cdbbb | But Gregor understood easily that it was not only consideration for him which prevented their moving, for he could easily have been transported in a suitable crate with a few air holes; what mainly prevented the family from moving was their complete hopelessness and the thought that they had been struck by a misfortune as none of their relatives and acquaintances had ever been hit. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 56893c4 | Our dreams prove that to imagine - to dream about things that have not happened - is among mankind's deepest needs. | imagination | Milan Kundera | |
| a8b207c | Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter, because there was all the rest of the world to visit. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 7de7fd4 | From what we are, spirit; from what we do, matter. Matter and spirit are one. | Philip Pullman | ||
| ce477ca | So I'm not crazy after all! I thought it looked good myself once I cut it all off. Not one guy likes it, though. They all tell me I look like a first grader or a concentration camp survivor. What's this thing that guys have for girls with long hair? Fascists, the whole bunch of them! Why do guys all think girls with long hair are the classiest, the sweetest, the most feminine? I mean, I myself know at least two hundred and fifty unclassy gi.. | norwegian-wood | Haruki Murakami | |
| 58fb413 | When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you're in big trouble. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 84e3d8f | Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actuall.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 6f04588 | I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun. | memory nostalgia | Haruki Murakami | |
| 915939a | And her sleep was too long and deep for that:so deep that she left her normal reality behind. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 99d102b | Curiosity can bring guts out of hiding at times, maybe even get them going. But curiosity usually evaporates. Gust have to go for the long haul. Curiosity's like a fun friend you can't really trust. It turns you on and then it leaves you to make it on your own - with whatever guts you can muster | trust guts | Haruki Murakami | |
| 3298b36 | In most cases learning something essential in life requires physical pain. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| f55b7dc | Call saw that everyone was looking at him, the hands and cowboys and townspeople alike. The anger had drained out of him, leaving him feeling tired. He didn't remember the fight, particularly, but people were looking at him as if they were stunned. He felt he should make some explanation, though it seemed to him a simple situation. "I hate a man that talks rude," he said. "I won't tolerate it." | Larry McMurtry | ||
| 6b5b669 | It's like I told you last night son. The earth is mostly just a boneyard. But pretty in the sunlight, he added | Larry McMurtry | ||
| 982b801 | Este es un homenaje a los locos. A los inadaptados. A los rebeldes. A los alborotadores. A las fichas redondas en los huecos cuadrados. A los que ven las cosas de forma diferente. A ellos no les gustan las reglas, y no sienten ningun respeto por el statu quo. Puedes citarlos, discrepar de ellos, glorificarlos o vilipendiarlos. Casi lo unico que no puedes hacer es ignorarlos. Porque ellos cambian las cosas. Son los que hacen avanzar al gener.. | spanish think-different steve-jobs español | Walter Isaacson | |
| 0a6a823 | Close your eyes and stare into the dark. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 7432810 | As the rain falls and the sun shines, they grow, grow, grow; minds so open, they go through life aware and accepting, seeing light where there's dark, seeing possibility in dead ends, tasting victory as others spit out failure, questioning where others accept. Just a little less jaded, a little less cynical. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 5e50d0a | A veil hangs between the two opposites, a mere slip of a thing that is transparent to warn us or comfort us. You hate now but look through this veil and see the possibility of love; you're sad now but look through to the other side and see happiness. Absolute composure to a complete mess - it happens so quickly, all in the blink of an eye. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| acea334 | This must be what an addict feels like, I think, trying to fight the pull of one last, quick read. My fingers itch toward the binding, and finally, with a sigh of regret, I just grab the book and open it, hungrily reading the story. | books | Jodi Picoult | |
| d9b9019 | When feeling came back, in a storm of color and force and sensation, the most you could do was hold on to the person beside you and hope you could weather it. Alex closed her eyes and expected the worst-but it wasn't a bad thing; it was just a different thing. A messier one, more complicated one. She hesitated, and then she kissed Patrick back, willing to concede that you might have to lose control before you could find what you'd been miss.. | fiction jodi-picoult | Jodi Picoult | |
| 08ebc87 | The best thing about endings is knowing that just ahead is the daunting task to start over. | goodbyes leaving endings starting-over | Jodi Picoult | |
| 855ce1d | Once the world was pulled out from beneath your feet, did you ever get to stand on firm ground again? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 7ecaac3 | The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die. | world | Jodi Picoult | |
| 5d3289f | A jewel's just a rock put under enourmous heat and pressure. Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 9f47be1 | I hated him for as long as I could. But then I realized that loving him...that was a part of me, and one of the best parts. It didn't matter that he couldn't love me, that had nothing to do with it. But if I couldn't forgive him, then I could not love him, and that part of me was gone. And I found eventually that I wanted it back." ({Lord John, Drums of Autumn}" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d085b7b | What must it be, then, to bear the manifold tortures of hell forever? Forever! For all eternity! Not for a year or an age but forever. Try to imagine the awful meaning of this. You have often seen the sand on the seashore. How fine are its tiny grains! And how many of those tiny grains go to make up the small handful which a child grasps in its play. Now imagine a mountain of that sand, a million miles high, reaching from the earth to the f.. | James Joyce | ||
| 5464040 | Of course they're real people. They're Oompa-Loompas...Imported direct from Loompaland...And oh what a terrible country it is! Nothing but thick jungles infested by the most dangerous beasts in the world - hornswogglers and snozzwangers and those terrible wicked whangdoodles. A whangdoodle would eat ten Oompa-Loompas for breakfast and come galloping back for a second helping. | Roald Dahl |