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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b889b43 | We don't need your pity. We get along just fine without it and them other things too. You don't need electronic crap to live. You know, people lived for thousands of years without it. There's a big difference between stuff you want and stuff you need. (Nick) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| b5b1e99 | stupidity has a knack of getting its way; as we should see if we were not always so much wrapped up in ourselves | Albert Camus | ||
| 3a7723c | One plays at being immortal and after a few weeks one doesn't even know whether or not one can hang on till the next day. | immortality the-fall | Albert Camus | |
| 3d37826 | Someone has to spread the good news that we survived. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 076618f | i will always tell you the truth. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 9bb1cf5 | Super-secret Ninja Club sounds way cooler than the whole BFF thing. | bree-tanner diego labels super-secret-ninja-club vampire vampires | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 8454215 | The rabbits mingled naturally. They did not talk for talking's sake, in the artificial manner that human beings - and sometimes even their dogs and cats - do. But this did not mean that they were not communicating; merely that they were not communicating by talking. | watership-down | Richard Adams | |
| 5dd466c | Shall we never never get rid of this Past? ... It lies upon the Present like a giant's dead body. | present weight | Nathaniel Hawthorne | |
| deee23f | If you lose all hope, you can always find it again. | Richard Ford | ||
| 7b561f8 | She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of them and he could see her throat move in the light and he saw in her face and in her figure something he'd not seen before and the name of that thing was sorrow. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 564eea1 | In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f7489a6 | A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Wil or nill. Any man who could discover his own fate and elect therefore some opposite course could only come at last to that selfsame reckoning at the same appointed time, for each man's destiny is as large as the world he inhabits and contains within it all opposites as well. The desert upon which so many have been broken is vast and calls for largeness of heart but it is also ulti.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5c0169c | Lying under such a myriad of stars. The sea's black horizon. He rose and walked out and stood barefoot in the sand and watched the pale surf appear all down the shore and roll and crash and darken again. When he went back to the fire he knelt and smoothed her hair as she slept and he said if he were God he would have made the world just so and no different. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 16c9e13 | We live in all we seek. | Annie Dillard | ||
| 5efd277 | Write as if you were dying. At the same time, assume you write for an audience consisting solely of terminal patients. That is, after all, the case. What would you begin writing if you knew you would die soon? What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality? | writing | Annie Dillard | |
| 5c02271 | Then what sport do you play?" Carlos puts down his food. Oh, no. He's got a rebellious gleam in his eye as he says, "The horizontal tango." ------------------------------------------- "Dancing really isn't a sport," Brandon tells Carlos, oblivious to the shock at the rest of the table. "It is when I do it," Carlos says. ------------------------------------------- Brandon turns to my dad with big, innocent eyes. "Daddy, do YOU know how to d.. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| dab0fb4 | Perfectionism means that you try desperately not to leave so much mess to clean up. But clutter and mess show us that life is being lived. Clutter is wonderfully fertile ground - you can still discover new treasures under all those piles, clean things up, edit things out, fix things, get a grip. Tidiness suggests that something is as good as it's going to get. Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation, while writing nee.. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 87d6020 | The human head is of the same approximate size and weight as a roaster chicken. I have never before had occasion to make the comparison, for never before today have I seen a head in a roasting pan. | Mary Roach | ||
| 29b22a3 | In the English language, it all comes down to this: Twenty-six letters, when combined correctly, can create magic. Twenty -six letters form the foundation of a free, informed society. | inspirational journalism memoir | John Grogan | |
| a449af4 | It's cool in the basement, so I pull the blanket up to my chest. Caleb slides in beside me, and I feel his bare legs against mine. "You're shivering," he says, his voice a low whisper. "I'm a little cold... and a little nervous." "Don't be nervous, Maggie. It's juste me." It's the real Caleb, without the tough facade. I'm glad it's completely dark now and he can't see my trembling fingers as they move up to his beautiful face. "I know." He .. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| dfdd4f8 | After all the highways, and the trains, and the appointments, and the years, you end up worth more dead than alive. | Arthur Miller | ||
| c5d760f | And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE | much-ado-about-nothing scene-1 | William Shakespeare | |
| 02eb8fc | My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have; for both are infinite. --William Shakespeare | Rick Yancey | ||
| ebfbbff | true apothecary thy drugs art quick | poison romeo-and-juliet sad | William Shakespeare | |
| fab588c | Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion | William Shakespeare | ||
| 959d672 | Ay me! sad hours seem long. | yearning | William Shakespeare | |
| a3c5ec6 | Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. | hamlet providence que-sera-sera readiness sadness | William Shakespeare | |
| 47a8621 | Macbeth: If we should fail? Lady Macbeth: We fail? But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail. | screw sticking-place | William Shakespeare | |
| 5f6c90d | I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no. | William Shakespeare | ||
| bec0ab8 | Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad. | shakespeare | William Shakespeare | |
| 44f2c7a | Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whole misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, b.. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 1d8d66d | I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument? | William Shakespeare | ||
| 92e70cb | God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 4380072 | Beautiful. He called me beautiful! But wait. I don't like Dave. Do I like Dave? | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| a31ca63 | The girl had a certain nobleness of imagination, which rendered her a good many services and played her a great many tricks. She spent half her time in thinking of beauty, bravery, magnanimity; she had a fixed determination to regard the world as a place of brightness, of free expansion, of irresistible action, she thought it would be detestable to be afraid or ashamed. She had an infinite hope that she would never do anything wrong. She ha.. | Henry James | ||
| 07370f8 | Alicia: ?Cuanto tiempo es para siempre? Conejo blanco: A veces, solo un segundo. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| f1413cc | Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 4b7ab24 | Save your world. Love it. Protect it, and respect it and don't let haters represent it. Don't leave the saving to anyone else, ever, because, exhibit A - why, hello there - it's way too much for one person. And if you want to skip out on the responsibility train, my whole life - and death - will have been in vain. | maximum-ride nevermore noble save-the-world | James Patterson | |
| dabca87 | That knowledge humbles me, melts my bones, closes my ears, and makes my teeth rock loosely in their gums. And it also liberates me. I am a big bird winging over high mountains, down into serene valleys. I am ripples of waves on silver seas. I'm a spring leaf trembling in anticipation. | inspirational | Maya Angelou | |
| 01848e3 | If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it. | effort | Emily Brontë | |
| 9076c4e | I hate the thought of her being forced into a box that doesn't fit her. Of having her wings cut off, her sight blinded, her hearing muted, her voice stilled. | Charles de Lint | ||
| 546810c | I envy the music lovers hear. I see them walking hand in hand, standing close to each other in a queue at a theater or subway station, heads touching while they sit on a park bench, and I ache to hear the song that plays between them: The stirring chords of romance's first bloom, the stately airs that whisper between a couple long in love. You can see it in the way they look at each other... you can almost hear it. Almost, but not quite, be.. | Charles de Lint | ||
| 43ebef1 | Not only do we all have magic, it's all around us as well. We just don't pay attention to it. Every time we make something out of nothing, that's an act of magic. It doesn't matter if it's a painting or a garden, or an abuelo telling his grandchildren some tall tale. Every time we fix something that's broken, whether it's a car engine or a broken heart, that's an act of magic. And what makes it magic is that we *choose* to create or help, j.. | magic | Charles de Lint | |
| f7ba948 | She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl's eye, the perfume in the wild rose. She is what the water says when it moves. | Patricia A. McKillip |