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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 455c539 | Well, but you two are dancing around in your iridescent little downpour, whooping and stomping as sane people ought to do when they encounter a thing so miraculous as water. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| f81ffec | Which is why we say meaning | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 649697a | Do devils love each other? Do they walk arm in arm in hell saying, "Ah, you are my friend, how I love you," things like that to each other?...it was a matter of a concept of evil, wasn't it? All creatures in hell are supposed to hate one another, as all the saved hate the damned, without reservation." | Anne Rice | ||
| 6093ca1 | Sorry. I have technical difficulties making it through a room without bumping into something. Thank God my clumsiness is only restricted to the ground. I'd probably kill myself diving if I was this bad underwater. (Tory) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| ac98964 | Again, I repeat, don't ask questions you don't want answered. Just accept the fact that Acheron is a freak of nature and let it go. (Zarek) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 1cddc38 | Nick: How? Are you a vampire or something? What made you immortal? Acheron: Real good DNA. | humor | Sherrilyn Kenyon | |
| 7582635 | I'm not a child. Don't talk to me like I am. (Kiara) No, you're worse. You're an adult who still thinks the world is a beautiful place, filled with people who will help you just for the sake of being nice. Wake up and smell the bloodbath and humility the rest of us have to cope with. (Syn) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 255090b | Hmmm, I bet you'd be really cute with hornays. Not that you're not cute right now, but you're a bit young. You're only what? Four in human years? Oh wait, that's wrong, isn't it? You ninety? (Simi) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 060bd34 | Life experience. I can talk it up, vow to broaden my horizons, but I'm still limited to the experiences with my life. How can a person understand an experience that lies completely outside her own? She can see it, feel it, imagine what it would be like to live it, but it's no different from seeing a movie on a screen and saying, "Thank God that's not me"." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| e3e09e0 | You've never been a teenager, sweetie. You know what's best for you. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 287bacf | It's late,' he said again, murmuring, almost crooning now, his voice smoother than silk. 'Sleep, my Bella. Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep, my only love. | love edward twilight | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 60f5124 | But what if it were you? What if you were stuffed in a human body and let loose on this planet only to find yourself lost among your own kind? What if you were such a good person that you tried to save the life that you'd taken that you almost died trying to get her back to her family? What if you then found yourself surrounded by violent aliens who hated you and tried to hurt you and tried to murder you over and over again? What if you jus.. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| e2183ec | Good luck, little Wanderer, good luck. How I wish you didn't need it. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 96e06d7 | It's too easy to be myself with you. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 8017475 | When I told you I didn't want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 89bc203 | Philosophers are often like little children, who first scribble random lines on a piece of paper with their pencils, and now ask an adult 'What is that? | Ludwig Wittgenstein | ||
| 8428a98 | you must say words, as long as there are any, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin, you must go on, perhaps it's done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, it will be the silence, where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you mu.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| c3e21a3 | Annabel was, like the writer, of mixed parentage: half-English, half-Dutch, in her case. I remember her features far less distinctly today than I did a few years ago, before I knew Lolita. There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open (and then I see Annabel in such general terms as: "honey-colored skin," "thin arms," "brown bobbed hair," "long lashes," "b.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 84b8a52 | But in my arms she was always Lolita. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 9b9e601 | Who can say what heartbreaks are caused in a dog by our discontinuing a romp? | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 54fbd78 | O lost, And by the wind grieved, Ghost, Come back again. | Thomas Wolfe | ||
| d6cf4f2 | They rode on and the sun in the east flushed pale streaks of light and then a deeper run of color like blood seeping up in sudden reaches flaring planewise and where the earth drained up into the sky at the edge of creation the top of the sun rose out of nothing like the head of a great red phallus until it cleared the unseen rim and sat squat and pulsing and malevolent behind them. | sunrise | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 1cb77da | Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent. He looked about at the dark forest in which they were bivouacked. He nodded toward the specimens he'd collected. These anonymous creatures, he said, may seem little or nothing in the world. Yet the smallest crumb can devour us. Any smallest thing beneath yon rock out of men's knowing. Only nature can enslave man and only when the existence .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3d7ad31 | You can tell it any way you want but that's the way it is. I should of done it and I didn't. And some part of me has never quit wishin I could go back. And I cant. I didn't know you could steal your own life. And I didn't know that it would bring you no more benefit than about anything else you might steal. I think I done the best with it I knew how but it still wasn't mine. It never has been. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5e1e25b | Suppose two men at cards with nothing to wager save their lives. Who has not heard such a tale? A turn of the card. The whole universe for such a player has labored clanking to his moment which will tell if he is to die at that man's hand or that man at his. What more certain validation of a man's worth could there be? This enhancement of the game to its ultimate state admits no argument concerning the notion of fate. The selection of one m.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4bd702e | Life is a memory, and then it is nothing. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3de0c20 | It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale. | words literature reading nature | Annie Dillard | |
| 480aa0c | It is the mind that speaks a woman's heart, not the vaginal walls. | sexuality | Mary Roach | |
| e1121f9 | All these years I kept my true nature hidden, running along like a small shadow so nobody could catch me. -Ying Ying | Amy Tan | ||
| 2b0c7e1 | Too many good things all seem the same after a while. | Amy Tan | ||
| 0a33c7f | He created his own Kool Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 6055768 | They's times when how you feel got to be kep' to yourself. | John Steinbeck | ||
| f46de37 | There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing. | sleep woman women sadness happiness waking melancholy | William Shakespeare | |
| 1e05250 | But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 222d414 | In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 53d12c0 | And make death proud to take us. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 4d14171 | A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will.. | king-lear | William Shakespeare | |
| b3a064a | Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 53e5153 | Of course it is,' said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to everything that Alice said; 'there's a large mustard-mine near here. And the moral of that is- "The more there is of mine, the less there is of yours." | wordplay | Lewis Carroll | |
| 37860a9 | The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright-- | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 2239861 | These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their own kind, dredged up from the floors of some unexplored ocean. | Lawrence Durrell | ||
| c38cbaf | When two people are in love, it's supposed to work. It has to work. No matter how difficult the circumstances are. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 66f3dc9 | And that. Why don't you call me Etienne anymore? | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| bfb3e67 | The human perception of this energy first begins with a heightened sensitivity to beauty. | James Redfield |