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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9037ec0 | I wish I could sleep with you," Echo's sexy-ashell drowsy voice mumbled through the phone. "Say the word, baby, and I'll rock your world." | Katie McGarry | ||
| c0687cb | I need you." "I'm here." And we sit in silence." | friendship | Katie McGarry | |
| 9485da0 | Baseball isn't just a game. It's the smell of popcorn drifting in the air, the sight of bugs buzzing near the stadium lights,the roughness of the dirt beneath your cleats. It's the anticipation building in your chest as the anthem plays, the adrenaline rush when your bat cracks against the ball, and the surge of blood when the umpire shouts after you pitch. It's a team full of guys backing your every move, a bleacher full of people cheeri.. | ryan passions | Katie McGarry | |
| 9912919 | The chaos surrounding her was confusing. Everyone was suddenly talking at the same time. Perhaps she should try to swoon after all, Christine considered. No, the settee was already taken, and the floor didn't look all that appealing. She settled on wringing her hands. It was the best she could do to look upset. | Julie Garwood | ||
| 5f2f96b | I wasn't going to argue with you. Why ever would you think that? I never argue." Lucian smiled at her. She was so small, it amazed him she was such a strong person. "Of course you do not argue. What was I thinking? Go to sleep, honey, and allow my poor body to rest." "I'm already asleep. You're the one gabbing." | dark jaxon montgomery guardian feehan lucian | Christine Feehan | |
| 53ae500 | Night, in which everything was lost, went reaching out, beyond stars and sun. Stars and sun, a few bright grains, went spiraling round for terror, and holding each other in embrace, there in a darkness that outpassed them all, and left them tiny and daunted. So much, and himself, infinitesimal, at the core of nothingness, and yet not nothing. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| fb15b10 | To remain alone did not seem to me a terrible fate, no worse than being falsely joined to another person. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| c23a321 | This is the sixty-nine," I told him, presenting the magazine in front of him. I put my fingers -- two of them -- on the action, so that he would not overlook it. "Why is it dubbed sixty-nine?" he asked, because he is a person hot on fire with curiosity. "It was invented in 1969. My friend Gregory knows a friend of the nephew of the inventor." "What did people do before 1969?" "Merely blowjobs and masticating box, but never in chorus." | sex humorous | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| aecbe1d | I asked him did he really love New York or was he just wearing the shirt. He smiled, like he was nervous. I could tell he didn't understand, which made me feel guilty for speaking English, for some reason. I pointed at his shirt. "Do? You? Really? Love? New York?" He said, "New York?" I said, "Your. Shirt." He looked at his shirt. I pointed at the N and said "New," and the Y and said "York." He looked confused or embarrassed, or surprised, .. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 8980865 | That's how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wreckage, blood streaming from his nose, asking questions that never required answers. That's how I became the boy who never understood how anything worked. That's how I became the boy who wouldn't save a friend. That's how I became the boy who couldn't love the girl. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 46896b6 | One must fight to get to the top, especially if one starts at the bottom. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 816a3af | Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman). | Milan Kundera | ||
| 7115f26 | Optimism is the opium of the people. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 6b95000 | If I had two lives, in one life I could invite her to stay at my place, and in the second life I could kick her out. Then I could compare and see which had been the best thing to do. But we only live once. Life's so light. Like an outline we can't ever fill in or correct... make any better. It's frightening"." | Milan Kundera | ||
| 525053a | So it's not about what you do. It can't be, can it? It has to be about how you are, how you love, how you treat yourself and those around you, and that's where I get eaten up. | Nick Hornby | ||
| b6caea0 | No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself. It's like your shadow. It follows you everywhere. -Komura | travel runaway shadow yourself | Haruki Murakami | |
| b0c14e1 | I've had that kind of experience myself: I'm looking at a map and I see someplace that makes me think, 'I absolutely have to go to this place, no matter what'. And most of the time, for some reason, the place is far away and hard to get to. I feel this overwhelming desire to know what kind of scenery the place has, or what people are doing there. It's like measles - you can't show other people exactly where the passion comes from. It's curi.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 7612280 | That's wrong," she declared. "Everyone must have one thing that they can excel at. It's just a matter of drawing it out, isn't it? But school doesn't know how to draw it out. It crushes the gift. It's no wonder most people never get to be what they want to be. They just get ground down." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| a51b2fa | And you'll return to real life. You need to live it to the fullest. No matter how shallow and dull things might get, this life is worth living. I guarantee it. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 65b0b6e | It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me. | thought-provoking | Haruki Murakami | |
| c99133a | This place is too calm, too natural--too complete. I don't deserve it. At least not yet. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 11f1b8e | I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 48b7caf | Life has a way of getting what it wants when it really knows what it wants. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 17bdf9b | Well that's the problem with paradise- nothing attracts a serpent quite like it. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| ccbe8f0 | All I need is backup. He's the little angel that sits on my shoulder whispering in my ear, "You can do it!" It's funny. I'm thirty years old now and I still feel like a little girl. I'm still looking around to check and see what other people are doing to make sure I'm not completely different; I'm still looking around for help, hoping for a quick nudge and a whisper of advice. But I can't seem to be able to catch anybody's eye. Nobody else .. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 1a89353 | When I started school I thought that people in sixth class were so old and knowledgeable even though they were no older than twelve. When I reached twelve I reckoned the people in sixth year, at eighteen years of age, must have known it all. When I reached eighteen I thought that once I finished college then I would really be mature. At twenty-five I still hadn't made it to college, was still clueless and had a seven-year-old daughter. I wa.. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 92ea3fc | Choices are funny things-ask a native tribe that's eaten grubs and roots forever if they're unhappy, and they'll shrug. But give them filet mignon and truffle sauce and then ask them to go back to living off the land, and they will always be thinking of that gourmet meal. If you don't know there's an alternative, you can't miss it. | choices | Jodi Picoult | |
| 305a6f4 | Anna is the only proof I have that I was born into this family. Instead of dropped off on the doorstep by some Bonnie and Clyde couple that ran off into the night. On the surface, we're polar opposites. Under the skin, though, we're the same: people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong. (Jesse) | Jodi Picoult | ||
| bfafb4c | This is just my way of pointing out that we people who leap without looking are not stupid. We know damn well we might be headed for a fall. But we also know that, sometimes, it's the only way out. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 5fb0713 | Prayer is like water - something you can't imagine has the strength or power to do any good, and yet give it time and it can change the lay of the land. | prayer | Jodi Picoult | |
| 07de7e4 | Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders. Knows remembers believes a corridor in a big long garbled cold echoing building of dark red brick sootbleakened by more chimneys than its own, set in a grassless cinderstrewnpacked compound surrounded by smoking factory purlieus and enclosed by ten food steel-and-wire fence like a penitentiary or a zoo, where in random erratic surges.. | William Faulkner | ||
| 1cde785 | The soul ... has a slow and dark birth, more mysterious than the birth of the body. When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets. | soul | James Joyce | |
| 57db054 | When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre. The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns. The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed. Our shouts echoed in the silent street. | James Joyce | ||
| b63b42b | The maid screamed. The Queen gasped. Sophie waved. | Roald Dahl | ||
| cfd927c | Did you know", Matilda said suddenly, "that the heart of a mouse beats at the rate of ?" I did not," Miss Honey said smiling. "How absolutely fascinating. Where did you read that?" In a book from the library," Matilda said. "And that means it goes so fast that you can't even hear the separate beats. It must sound like a buzz." It must," Miss Honey said." | Roald Dahl | ||
| 0e196eb | There aren't many funny bits in Mr Tolkien either,' Matilda said. 'Do you think that all children's books ought to have funny bits in them?' Miss Honey asked. 'I do,' Matilda said. 'Children are not so serious as grown-ups and love to laugh. | Roald Dahl | ||
| b60a97d | For ever and ever, we say when we are young, or in our prayers. Twice, we say it. Old One, do we not? For ever and ever ... so that a thing may be for ever, a life or a love or a quest, and yet begin again, and be for ever just as before. And any ending that may seem to come is not truly an ending, but an illusion. For Time does not die, Time has neither beginning nor end, and so nothing can end or die that has once had a place in Time. | Susan Cooper | ||
| 580827f | a true piece of writing is a dangerous thing. It can change your life. | writing life | Tobias Wolff | |
| 0cd4fde | Every time I conjure up a rock, I throw it. | Alice Walker | ||
| 2e19a9c | Listen, God love everything you love - and a mess of stuff you don't. But more than anything. God loves admiration. You saying God vain? I ast. Naw, she say. Not vain, just wanting to share a good thing. I think it pisses God off if you walk by the colour purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. | Alice Walker | ||
| dcb2c2e | The Soul selects her own Society. | Emily Dickinson | ||
| c9ab223 | Wild Nights - Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile - the winds - To a heart in port - Done with the compass - Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden - Ah, the sea! Might I moor - Tonight - In thee! | poetry | Emily Dickinson | |
| b6d90da | What is love?" "I don't know." "Love is the name given to the bond Kemal feels with Fusun whenever they travel along highways or sidewalks; visit houses, gardens, or rooms; or whenever he watches her sitting in tea gardens and restaurants, and at dinner tables." "Hmmm ... that's a lovely answer,~ But isn't love what you feel when you can't see me?" "Under those circumstances, it becomes a terrible obsession, an illness." | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 6798027 | How mysterious it is, to be in love. For you can be in love with one who knows nothing of you. Perhpas our greatest happinesses spring from such longings-being in love with one who is oblivious of you. | Joyce Carol Oates |