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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ad07a6d | I swear it on Solin's life. (Arik) Uh, excuse me? (Solin) I would, but there's truly no excuse for you. (Arik) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| d06370b | Better to be judged by twelve than carried by six | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| b88d581 | You need to modulate that unwarranted ire, buddy. I'm not your 'ho and you ain't my pimp | urian | Sherrilyn Kenyon | |
| 063b844 | People make their own reality. That was what Praxis had taught him years ago. A hundred people can witness the exact same event, and give two hundred and three different accountings of it. | truth-of-life | Sherrilyn Kenyon | |
| 607e18f | If you really love her, Cratus, let her know it every day. And always put her before you and your wants just as you've done here today. Take it from someone who knows. Love lost is the hardest burden to shoulder, and it's one you can never get under. (Artemis) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 4545a8d | Surprise me, Atlantean. Attack. This isn't a dance party. (Takeshi) You know, this isn't building my confidence. In fact, I think I'm just going to lie here for a bit and take in some sun. (Acheron) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 300737d | He wanted what he didn't know and he didn't know how to get what he wanted.' (Acheron) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 058ebaa | Clean it up, hell. Do you know how many cameras just caught your stunt-jump from upstairs? My mom now thinks you're on the drugs she suspects Kyrian sells. We're screwed. My life is toast. I'm about to get lectured about working for drug dealers...again. My mom, bless her heart, is so goofy, she doesn't even realize she works for bears. I'm so screwed. (Nick) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| c3dce08 | There will always be a part of you that misses her. You'll see something that reminds you of her and want to tell her about it, only to realize she's not there anymore. Then you'll feel her loss all over again. (Ravyn) You're not helping me, Ravyn. (Jack) I know, buddy. But you will eventually make peace with yourself, and that's the most important thing. Eventually, you'll even be able to smile again when you think about her. (Ravyn) | loss death love death-of-a-loved-one missing-someone | Sherrilyn Kenyon | |
| 2b529b9 | He smiled. Hesitant at first, then a blazing grin broke through that made my heart stop. I recovered and grinned back and went to throw my arms around his neck, then stopped, blushing. Before I could pull back, he caught my elbows and put my arms around his neck and pulled me into a hug. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 9cb291e | You're telling me that you can raise the dead by simply summoning?" "Yes." "My God," she whispered, staring at me."What have they done?" Hearing her words and seeing her expression, I knew I'd just done something worse than raising the dead-- I'd confirmed her worst fears about us. In her eyes, I saw the same thing I saw when people looked at Derek. I saw fear. And I knew we were in trouble." -- | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| bff7c0b | I finally tracked down Derek. He was alone in the library, thumbing through a book. "Found you." I said on a sigh of relief. He turned. His lips curved in a quarter smile, gaze softening in a way that did something to my insides, made me pull up short, momentarily forgetting why I was there. "I-Is Simon around?" He blinked, then turned back to the shelf. "He's upstairs. He's really pissed about Andrew so that's probably that safest place fo.. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 635a14c | A G-Rated story? About taking some deformed baby and locking him up? And if it was true, and this poor guy had been locked up in there for decades, and someone threw in a perfectly good woman, what the hell do you think he'd do with her? Play Parcheesi? | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| d677bae | Those who love, friends and lovers, know that love is not only a blinding flash, but also a long and painful struggle in the darkness for the realization of definitive recognition and reconciliation. | Albert Camus | ||
| 60b0334 | It happens that the stage sets collapse. Rising, streetcar, four hours in the office or the factory, meal, streetcar, four hours of work, meal, sleep, and Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday and Saturday according to the same rhythm - this path is easily followed most of the time. But one day the "why" arises and everything begins in that weariness tinged with amazement." | Albert Camus | ||
| 5c60bf5 | The absence of him is everywhere I look. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 4413842 | I have forseen... | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 359f96f | It's just been my experience that some kinds of working relationships are better motivated by fear than by monetary gain. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 81890ec | Unca Jay!" "How's it going Claire?" She giggled. "Qwil aaaaawl wet now." "I can see that. Where's your mama?" "Gone, gone, gone," Claire sang. "Cwaire pway wid Qwil aaaawl day. Cwaire nebber gowin home." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 08f2deb | The best part is coming." "What's the best part? You swallowing an entire cow whole?" "No. That's the finale." | jacob-black gluttony | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 4cdea4e | Enjoying the bouquet while resisting the wine." -Edward" | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 66b7a96 | but that mimosa grove - the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honey-dew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since." "this then is my story. i have reread it. it has bits of marrow sticking to it, and blood, and beautiful bright-green flies. at this or that twist of it i feel my slippery self eluding me, gliding into deeper and darker waters than i care to prob.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 94e1bdc | Yes, I need you, my fairy-tale. Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought -- and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds. | love | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 35d7052 | What I heard was but the melody of children at play, nothing but that, and so limpid was the air that within this vapor of blended voices, majestic and minute, remote and magically near, frank and divinely enigmatic--one could hear now and then, as if released, an almost articulate spurt of vivid laughter, or the crack of a bat, or the clatter of a toy wagon, but it was all really too far for the eye to distinguish any movement in the light.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| b3148f2 | But it's writing, damn it, not washing the car or putting on eyeliner. If you can take it seriously, we can do business. If you can't or won't, it's time for you to close the book and do something else. Wash the car, maybe. | stephen-king | Stephen King | |
| ed967ff | Gordie: Do you think I'm weird? Chris: Definitely. Gordie: No man, seriously. Am I weird? Chris: Yeah, but so what? Everybody's weird | Stephen King | ||
| 186d7b5 | There may be fairies, there may be elves, but God helps those who help themselves. | Stephen King | ||
| 413a40f | It made me sad when I caught myself pretending that everybody out there in cyberspace cared about what I thought, when really nobody gives a shit. And when I multiplied that sad feeling by all the millions of people in their lonely little rooms, furiously writing and posting to their lonely little pages that nobody has time to read because they're all so busy writing and posting, it kind of broke my heart. | truth cyberspace internet | Ruth Ozeki | |
| 553caa7 | All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken. | Thomas Wolfe | ||
| 7a52a91 | Perhaps this is our strange and haunting paradox here in America -- that we are fixed and certain only when we are in movement. At any rate, that is how it seemed to young George Webber, who was never so assured of his purpose as when he was going somewhere on a train. And he never had the sense of home so much as when he felt that he was going there. It was only when he got there that his homelessness began. | Thomas Wolfe | ||
| 355e307 | If I'm working this hard in the morning, I'd prefer it be because my man has woken me up with an eight-inch nudge. | work morning | Erin McCarthy | |
| 4ff18fc | There is but one world and everything that is imaginable is necessary to it. For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blood is not a thing at all but is a tale. And all in it is a tale and each tale the sum of all lesser tales and yet these are also the selfsame tale and contain as well all else within them. So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. No.. | story world imagination tale | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 24e1066 | And what happens then? When? After you're dead. Dont nothing happen. You're dead. You told me once you believed in God. The old man waved his hand. Maybe, he said. I got no reason to think he believes in me. Oh I'd like to see him for a minute if I could. What would you say to him? Well, I think I'd just tell him. I'd say: Wait a minute. Wait just one minute before you start in on me. Before you say anything, there's just one thing I'd like.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 7fff298 | It starts when you begin to overlook good manners. Any time you quit hearing Sir and Mam the end is pretty much in sight... | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e25f5d6 | Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5894a56 | We have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet. | Annie Dillard | ||
| 68ebcbe | Her] work taught me that you could be all the traditional feminine things -- a mother, a lover, a listener, a nurturer -- and you could also be critically astute and radical and have a minority opinion that was profoundly moral. | Anne Lamott | ||
| fa65bfc | Having a baby is like suddenly getting the world's worst roommate. | Anne Lamott | ||
| a78fa38 | Rest and laughter are the most spiritual and subversive acts of all. Laugh, rest, slow down. | Anne Lamott | ||
| bf7f218 | And everywhere people asked him why he was walking through the country. Because he loved true things, he tried to explain. He said he was nervous and besides he wanted to see the country, smell the ground and look at grass and birds and trees, to savor the country, and there was no other way to do it save on foot. And people didn't like him for telling the truth. They scowled, or shook and tapped their heads, they laughed as though they kne.. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 5257592 | I want to hold you, Nikki. Will you let me? | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 96ac72e | How to forgive the world for its beauty, which merely disguises its ugliness; for its gentleness, which merely cloaks its cruelty; for its illusion of continuity, seamlessly, as the night follows the day, so to speak- whereas in reality life is a series of brutal raptures, falling upon your defenseless hands, like the blows of a woodman's axe? | Salman Rushdie | ||
| c24a323 | Peace. It is a providence, and no great change; we are only what we always were, but naked now. | Arthur Miller | ||
| a3a743b | O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, (135) Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: (14.. | William Shakespeare |