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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ce83db6 | Crackers!" said Dumbledore enthusiastically, offering the end of a large silver noisemaker to Snape, who took it reluctantly." | dumbledore | J.K. Rowling | |
| ea5ba5b | He wanted to hear her concerns and alleviate them, he wanted to hold her and kiss her and convince her that he would find a way to make their relationship work, no matter how hard that might be. He wanted to to make her hear his words: that he couldn't imagine a lofe without her,that his feelings for her were real. But most of all, he wanted to reassure himself that she felt the same way about him. | love | Nicholas Sparks | |
| 991010b | I've learned that memories can have a physical, almost living presence. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 0602ba3 | but she realized that she wanted him to know her. She wanted him to understand her, if only because she had strange sense that he was the kind of man she could fall in love with, even if she didn't want to. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 78d30f7 | Sometimes there would be someone else out there, someone she didn't know, but when they saw each other each would nod, as if making a secret pact. No question, no small talk..agreed | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 93f948c | Bitch." "Slut." "Whore." "Cunt." I kicked Joyce in the shin. I draw the line at cunt." | slut whore cunt | Janet Evanovich | |
| f04fc79 | For the wages of sin is Death, but the gift of God is everlasting Life in Christ Jesus or LORD. | religion | Anonymous | |
| 38595b3 | This, after all, was the month in which families began tightening and closing and sealing; from Thanksgiving to the New Year, everybody's world contracted, day by day, into the microcosmic single festive household, each with its own rituals and obsessions, rules and dreams. You didn't feel you could call people. They didn't feel they could phone you. How does one cry for help from these seasonal prisons? | holidays | Zadie Smith | |
| 212d7e6 | We're like pretty horses, and just as on horses, they mean to put blinders on us so we can't look left or right but only straight ahead where they would lead. | Libba Bray | ||
| f394f70 | In the world I see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rock feller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Towers. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying stripes of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighways. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 6b85027 | The girl traced the outline of her lover's shadow so she would always have a record of how he looked... | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 0b3f581 | When you're thinking about the rest of your life, you're never really thinking more than a couple years down the road. | life | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 240e7c7 | I spent my life attacking everything because I was too afraid to risk creating anything. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| b7fdf61 | Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword. A pebble could be a diamond. A tree was a castle. Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was the Queen and he was the King. In th.. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 5815e14 | We search for patterns, you see, only to find where the patterns break. And it's there, in that fissure, that we pitch our tents and wait. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 348c07d | Woods are not like other spaces. To begin with, they are cubic. Their trees surround you, loom over you, press in from all sides. Woods choke off views & leave you muddled & without bearings. They make you feel small & confused & vulnerable, like a small child lost in a crowd of strange legs. Stand in a desert or prairie & you know you are in a big space. Stand in the woods and you only sense it. They are vast, featureless nowhere. And they.. | Bill Bryson | ||
| 876595c | In the end--when all else is dust--loyalty to those we love is all we can carry with us to the grave. Faith--true faith--was trusting in that love. | Dan Simmons | ||
| ac22cc7 | The boy reached through to the Soul of the World, and saw that it was part of the Soul of God. And he saw that the Soul of God was his own soul. And that he, a boy, could perform miracles. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 6b6821e | No heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 5d90e42 | Every search begins with beginner's luck. And every search ends with the victor's being severely tested." The boy remembered an old proverb from his country. It said that the darkest hour of the night came just before the dawn." | life | Paulo Coelho | |
| c1b6783 | lqd kn njry bsr`@ ldrj@ 'nn lm n`d ndry mdh nf`l ,wlan `lyn 'n nntZr qlyl Ht~ tlHq bn 'rwHn | Paulo Coelho | ||
| c784d92 | a man doesn't prove he's a man by getting an erection. He's only a real man if he can pleasure a woman. And if he can pleasure a prostitute, he'll think he's the best lover on the block" -Nyah" | Paulo Coelho | ||
| b003b44 | If you concentrate always on the present, you'll be a happy man. You'll see that there is life in the desert, that there are stars in the heavens...Life will be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment we're living right now. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 63437c7 | What is I? It's what you are, not what others make of you. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 8cf4bdd | The soil needs the seed and the seed needs the soil. The one only has meaning with the other. It is the same thing with human beings. When male knowledge joins with female transformation, then the great magical union is created, and its name is wisdom. Wisdom means both to know and to transform. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 5199ef6 | Just go to bed, now. Quickly. Quickly and slowly. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 257c716 | I come to a red light, tempted to go through it, then stop once I see a billboard sign that I don't remember seeing and I look up at it. All it says is 'Disappear Here' and even though it's probably an ad for some resort, it still freaks me out a little and I step on the gas really hard and the car screeches as I leave the light. | light youth meaning clay signs meaninglessness los-angeles lost | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 94179da | The seals stupidly dive off rocks into swirling black water, barking mindlessly. The zookeepers feed them dead fish. A crowd gathers around the tank, mostly adults, a few accompanied by children. On the seals' tank a plaque warns: COINS CAN KILL----IF SWALLOWED, COINS CAN LODGE IN AN ANIMAL'S STOMACH AND CAUSE ULCERS, INFECTIONS AND DEATH. DO NOT THROW COINS IN THE POOL. So what do I do? Toss a handful of change into the tank when none of t.. | bateman psycho seals patrick zoo | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 95ea959 | The opposite of every truth is just as true. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 1bb517d | I am a star in the firmament that observe the world, despises the world and consumed in its heat. I am the sea by night in a storm the sea shouting that accumulates new sins and to the ancient makes recompense. I am exiled from your world of pride polite, by pride defrauded, I am the king without crown. I am the passion without words | passion world star | Hermann Hesse | |
| 2cf7151 | The cup was emptied and would never be filled again. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| a94fdc0 | They slept profoundly, desperately, greedily, as though for the last time, as though they had been condemned to stay awake forever and had to drink in all the sleep in the world during these last hours. | sleep | Hermann Hesse | |
| 2b3c2b4 | In war everybody is a prisoner. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| e41894f | Lysandra... Lady of Caraverre." "There is no Caraverre," Darrow said. Aelin shrugged. "There is now." Lysandra had settled on the name a week ago, whatever it meant, bolting upright in the middle of the night and practically shouting it at Aelin once she'd mastered herself long enough to shift back into her human form. Aelin doubted she'd soon forget the image of a wide-eyed ghost leopard trying to speak." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 7a3b44b | She tensed, already taking in every detail she could. But she squared her shoulders. Straightened her spine. "My name is Celaena Sardothien," she whispered, "and I will not be afraid." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 522d75a | Fireheart. The whispered word floated through the eternal night, a glimmer of sound, of light. Fireheart. The woman's voice was soft, loving. Her mother's voice. Aelin turned her face away. Even that movement was more than she could bear. Fireheart, why do you cry? Aelin could not answer. Fireheart. The words were a gentle brush down her cheek. Fireheart, why do you cry? And from far away, deep within her, Aelin whispered toward that ray of.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b07f9cb | Where are we going?" Rhy's smile widened into a grin. "To Velaris--the City of Starlight." | pg130 rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 9cca118 | If he didn't walk away when I voiced what I wanted: him. Not the High Lord, not the most powerful male in Pyrthian's history. Just....him. The person who had sent music into that cell; who had picked up that knife in Amarantha's throne room to fight for me when no one else dared, and who had kept fighting for me every day since, refusing to let me crumble and disappear into nothing. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 70a7806 | To the stars who listen-and the dreams that are answered | azriel elain cassian nesta rhysand feyre tamlin morrigan lucien | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 4af5da0 | Every step. Every curve into darkness. Every moment of despair and rage and pain. It had led him to precisely where he needed to be. Where he wanted to be. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| c9b87e1 | My mate--who had worked so hard and so selflessly, all without hope that I would ever be with him. We had both fought for that love, bled for it. Rhys had died for it. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 3b1c220 | Aelin ran for Manon, leaping over the fallen stones, her ankle wrenching on loose debris. The island rocked with her every step, and the sunlight was scalding, as if Mala were holding that island aloft with every last bit of strength the goddess could summon in this land. Then Aelin was upon Manon Blackbeak, and the witch lifted hate-filled eyes to her. Aelin hauled off stone after stone from her body, the island beneath them buckling. "You.. | manon-blackbeak | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 94b8888 | I shut him out. Maybe I'd send a water-dog barking after him later--let it bite him in the ass. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 675d634 | Your shadow stealthily leaves nothing of where you go, like a poisoned needle that sews together my footsteps. Your light pliantly strikes the water tower, like a lightning bolt that severs the source of my life. -Soifon | Tite Kubo |