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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9755b3a | And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial." | William Shakespeare | ||
| 61f6d57 | There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that's for thoughts... There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you, and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they wither'd all when my father died. They say he made a good end,-- [Sings.] "For bonny sweet Robin is all my .. | ophelia | William Shakespeare | |
| 640be15 | Men are April when they woo, December when they wed... | William Shakespeare | ||
| 04b1526 | Mark it, nuncle. Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest, Ride more than thou goest, Learn more than thou trowest, Set less than thou throwest, Leave thy drink and thy whore And keep in-a-door, And thou shalt have more Than two tens to a score. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 63b4194 | There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 28a707b | Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but t.. | grief | William Shakespeare | |
| 55e29e9 | Live all you can; it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that what have you had? ... I haven't done so enough before--and now I'm too old; too old at any rate for what I see. ... What one loses one loses; make no mistake about that. ... Still, we have the illusion of freedom; therefore don't be, like me, without the memory of that illusion. I was either, a.. | Henry James | ||
| ba93c4c | Winter then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that ran unhindered over city and country, alerting the stars to sparkle violently and shower their silver light into the arms of bare upreaching trees. It was a mad and beautiful thing that scoured raw the souls of animals and man, driving them before it until they loved to run. And what it did to Northern forests can hardly be described, considering that it iced the branche.. | winter seasonal | Mark Helprin | |
| 5a1d5d5 | He said he would come in,' the White Queen went on, `because he was looking for a hippopotamus. Now, as it happened, there wasn't such a thing in the house, that morning.' Is there generally?' Alice asked in an astonished tone. Well, only on Thursdays,' said the Queen. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 3667d4a | I don't believe there's an atom of meaning in it. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 5e746b2 | Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities . . . to get together with someone. And we've both screwed up so many times"--my voice grows quiet--"that we've missed our chance." | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| d234f4d | He snuffles. Oh, no. He's not going to cry, is he? Because even though it's sweet when guys cry, I am so not prepared for this. Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys. | humor girl-scuts crying drunk | Stephanie Perkins | |
| 90b0344 | And friends don't let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| d338acc | Iggy. This is not a democracy," I said,(...)"It's a Maxocracy." | maxocracy iggy | James Patterson | |
| 90af673 | Right there, in front of everyone, I threw my arms arond his neck and mashed my mouth against his. He was startled for a second, then his strong arms wraped around me so tightly I could hardly breathe. "ZOMG," I heard Nudge whisper." | James Patterson | ||
| e694c62 | The thing is, Maximum, I love you. I can't help but be focused on you when we're together. If you're in the room, I want to be next to you. If you're gone, I think about you. You're who I want to talk to. In a fight, I want you at my back. When we're together, the sun is shining. When we're apart, everything is in shades of gray. | James Patterson | ||
| 5afb27c | You're a fridge with wings. We're freaking ballet dancers! -Fang | James Patterson | ||
| e5f6d6d | In all the institutions I try to be present and accountable for all I do and leave undone. I know that eventually I shall have to be present and accountable n the presence of God. I do not wish to be found wanting. | Maya Angelou | ||
| b0cabe2 | The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures. | fear omen fortune | Garth Nix | |
| 9cc6b2c | He has his good side and his bad side. Very dark indeed is his majesty when he wants to be. When he was young, he made a choice, like a tree does when it decides to grow one way or the other. He grew large and green until he shadowed over the whole forest, but most of his branches are twisted. | Nancy Farmer | ||
| 58f8379 | I love this world," he added. "That is what rules my life. When I die, I want to have done all in my power to leave it in a better state than it was when I found it. At the same time I know that this can never be. The world has grown so complex that one voice can do little to alter it any longer. That doesn't stop me from doing what I can, but it makes the task hard. The successes are so small, the failures so large and many. It's like tryi.. | Charles de Lint | ||
| e1c8aa5 | Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has turned my head. | classic-literature | Robert Louis Stevenson | |
| 76e82d3 | Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left. And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.) | Dr. Seuss | ||
| 3a0031e | The minute you land in New Orleans, something wet and dark leaps on you and starts humping you like a swamp dog in heat, and the only way to get that aspect of New Orleans off you is to eat it off. That means beignets and crayfish bisque and jambalaya, it means shrimp remoulade, pecan pie, and red beans with rice, it means elegant pompano au papillote, funky file z'herbes, and raw oysters by the dozen, it means grillades for breakfast, a po.. | crayfish gumbo jambalaya pecan-pie po-boys red-beans-with-rice new-orleans food | Tom Robbins | |
| d176ce4 | Dip a slice of bread in batter. That's September: yellow, gold, soft and sticky. Fry the bread. Now you have October: chewier, drier, streaked with browns. The day in question fell somewhere in the middle of the french toast process. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 7df4551 | I'm not someone who can be depended one five days a week. Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday? I don't even get out of bed five days in a row-I often don't remember to eat five days in a row. Reporting to a workplace, where I should need to stay for eight hours-eight big hours outside my home- was unfeasible. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 1cc68eb | Every book is an image of solitude. It is a tangible object that one can pick up, put down, open, and close, and its words represent many months if not many years, of one man's solitude, so that with each word one reads in a book one might say to himself that he is confronting a particle of that solitude | Paul Auster | ||
| dccd0f2 | Betty died of a broken heart. Some people laugh when they hear that phrase, but that's because they don't know anything about the world. People die of broken hearts. It happens every day, and it will go on happening to the end of time. | Paul Auster | ||
| d884922 | Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you musn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it. | Paul Auster | ||
| a9d0176 | Care and Quality are internal and external aspects of the same thing. A person who sees Quality and feels it as he works is a person who cares. A person who cares about what he sees and does is a person who's bound to have some characteristic of quality. | work philosophy quality | Robert M. Pirsig | |
| 8db1ecc | Man cannot survive except through his mind. He comes on earth unarmed. His brain is his only weapon. The mind is an attribute of the individual. The basic need of the creator is independence. The reasoning mind cannot work under any form of compulsion. It cannot be curbed, sacrificed or subordinated to any consideration whatsoever. It demands total independence in function and in motive. To a creator, all relations with men are secondary. N.. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 05f9d7b | Compromise now, because you'll have to later, anyway, only then you'll have gone through things you'll wish you hadn't. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 52a06a6 | Why no. I'm too conceited. If you want to call it that. I don't make comparisons. I never think of myself in relation to anyone else. I just refuse to measure myself as part of anything. I'm an utter egotist. | Ayn Rand | ||
| bd811f1 | Man has no automatic code of survival. His particular distinction from all other living species is the necessity to act in the face of alternatives by means of volitional choice. He has no automatic knowledge of what is good for him or evil, what values his life depends on, what course of action it requires. Are you prattling about an instinct of self-preservation? An instinct of self-preservation is precisely what man does not possess. An .. | man life human-nature instincts thought | Ayn Rand | |
| 3199737 | Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, and emerges ahead of his accomplishments. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 31ea2e2 | We all have that heritage, no matter what old land our fathers left. All colors and blends of Americans have somewhat the same tendencies. It's a breed - selected out by accident. And so we're overbrave and overfearful - we're kind and cruel as children. We're overfriendly and at the same time frightened of strangers. We boast and are impressed. We're oversentimental and realistic. We are mundane and materialistic - and do you know of any o.. | steinbeck eden | John Steinbeck | |
| d4ffb0a | Why couldn't the merciful God turn down the sunlight so it wasn't blasting like a red furnace against his aching eyes? Because he'd worshipped the god of beer, thats why. He'd broken a commandment and worshipped the false and foamy god of beer. And now he was being punished. | Nora Roberts | ||
| df58e7a | She'd gone past interest, swung into attraction, burst through lust, tripped over affection, and was now skidding out of control into love. | Nora Roberts | ||
| 0729685 | She heard music. Angels singing? she thought, dizzy. It seemed odd for angels to sing after table sex. She managed to swallow on a throat wildly dry. "Music," she murmured. "My phone. In my pants. Don't care." "Oh. Not angels." "No. Def Leppard." | Nora Roberts | ||
| 5056c69 | Science tells me God must exist. My mind tells me I'll never understand God. My heart tells me I'm not meant to. [Vittoria Vetra] | religion science | Dan Brown | |
| 96f3b8e | The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, | Pearl S. Buck | ||
| c494f28 | Of any activity you do, ask yourself: If I were the last person on earth, would I still do it? | Steven Pressfield | ||
| d32d4f1 | We are defining the boundaries of normality by tearing apart the people outside it. | Jon Ronson | ||
| 2c6b959 | We cannot change anything unless we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate; it oppresses. | change | C.G. Jung |