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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9ec73eb | You're more than a story. | Craig Thompson | ||
| 4091aad | Never lose hope, and if you can, find the courage to love again. | Danielle Steel | ||
| cfd5a5d | Most people see the problem of love primarily as that of , rather than that of , of one's capacity to love. Hence the problem to them is how to be loved, how to be lovable. In pursuit of this aim they follow several paths. One, which is especially used by men, is to be successful, to be as powerful and rich as the social margin of one's position permits. Another, used especially by women, is to make oneself attractive, by cultivating one'.. | love succes | Erich Fromm | |
| 205a3c1 | But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun.; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic monotony that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never gotten tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger th.. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| 49c6a54 | One moment several things are possible, the next moment only one happens, and the rest don't exist. Except that other worlds have sprung into being, on which the did happen. | life science | Philip Pullman | |
| 114122e | Her last conscious thought was disgust at life; her senses had lied to her. The world was not made of energy and delight but of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude. Living was hateful, and death was no better, and from end to end of the universe this was the first and last and only truth. | life truth | Philip Pullman | |
| 8c4454c | I thought physics could be done to the glory of God, till I saw there wasn't any God at all and that physics was more interesting anyway. The Christian religion is a very powerful and convincing mistake, that's all. | his-dark-materials philip-pullman | Philip Pullman | |
| 8c5639d | Kate, perhaps you need to explain to your significant other that he is in no position to give me orders. Last time I checked, his title was Beast Lord, which is a gentle euphemism for a man who strips nude at night and runs around through the woods hunting small woodland creatures. I'm a premier Master of the Dead. I will go where I please. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| eecfdcd | I raged across the field, killing all before me. They ran when they saw me coming, and I chased them down, and killed them before they could take someone else's friend away from them. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 9a82542 | I will always be there. I will walk across the whole planet if I have to." I closed my eyes and whispered, "I'll meet you halfway." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| bd5455c | Minutes passed by. A little blue butterfly landed on my nose. I blinked at it and it fluttered to my ear. A big yellow butterfly gently floated over and landed on my paw. Soon a whole swarm of them floated up and down around me, like a swirl of multicolored petals. It happened in my backyard, too, if the magic was strong enough. Butterflies were small and light, and very magic sensitive. For some reason I made them feel safe and they gravit.. | dali funny shapeshifter white-tiger | Ilona Andrews | |
| 1a4238f | Nice plan. Take the gullible outsiders, walk them around for a bit, then feed them to the giant tortoise. | kate kate-daniels magic-burns tortoise | Ilona Andrews | |
| 4c5c396 | I have a family full of quirky people. Someone has to be sensible so all of you can enjoy being reckless weirdos. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| b4623c6 | Try to look casual." I pulled the top book out and put it on the desk. "Why?" "Because what I'm doing is illegal without a warrant, and we have about twenty witnesses observing our every move." Curran crossed his arms, making his biceps bulge, leaned against the desk, and fixed our audience with his stare. Everyone spontaneously decided to look anywhere else but at us. Right. Casual, my foot. "See," he said. "No witnesses." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| e0058cf | Rene looked at Grendel. "What in the world is that?" "That's our mutant attack poodle," I told her. "Is he chewing on a gun?" | Ilona Andrews | ||
| dfc7fb5 | Where is Arland?" "Rapunzel decided to walk around in the woods to get 'the feel of the battleground.' He won't leave the grounds and he promises to defend the inn with 'all the strength in his body.' I told him if he gets in trouble, he should try singing prettily so his woodland friends will come to the rescue. I don't think he got it." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 5cd009d | I can always tell when you're thinking about food. You forget to be the Serious Wolf and you get this dreamy look in your eyes. You know, most people would think you were thinking about a girl. They have no idea that her name is bacon. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| d152196 | There are always a few bored audience members at an opera, especially by the time act four comes along. Those particular eyes would be wandering around the hall, searching for something, anything, interesting to watch. Those eyes would land on the little demon downstage right, unless they were distracted. Right on cue, a large stage lamp broke free of its clamp in the rigging and swung on its cable into the back canvas. [...] On his way tho.. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| a92d7eb | He who despairs is wrong. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 9c9917b | Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine. | happiness | Victor Hugo | |
| ffa4f4c | What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic though passion...if no one loved, the sun would go out. | love sun | Victor Hugo | |
| a4a55d4 | But that had been grief--this was joy. Yet that grief and this joy were alike outside all the ordinary conditions of life; they were loopholes, as it were, in that ordinary life through which there came glimpses of something sublime. And in the contemplation of this sublime something the soul was exalted to inconceivable heights of which it had before had no conception, while reason lagged behind, unable to keep up with it. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 19e0172 | Everything ends in death, everything. Death is terrible. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| a1af2cb | So this is how a person can come to despise himself-knowing he's doing the wrong thing and not being able to stop. | Daniel Keyes | ||
| 1a2a95e | I'm not close to him." He looked at me defiantly. "But he's put his whole life into this. He's no Freud or Jung or Pavlov or Watson, but he's doing something important and I respect his dedication - maybe even more because he's just an ordinary man trying to do a great man's work, while the great men are all busy making bombs." | Daniel Keyes | ||
| a5ef721 | It is hard work to control the workings of inclination and turn the bent of nature; but that it may be done, I know from experience. God has given us, in a measure, the power to make our own fate: and when our energies seem to demand a sustenance they cannot get--when our will strains after a path we may not follow--we need neither starve from inanition, not stand still in despair: we have but to seek another nourishment for the mind, as st.. | difficulty diligence perseverance | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 19d9602 | Common sense is no match for the voice of God. | god mormon religion | Jon Krakauer | |
| 90ce991 | She knew that this was happiness, this was living as she had always wished to live. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| e892341 | I am as silent as death. Do this: Go to your bedroom. Your nice, safe, warm bedroom that is not a glass coffin behind a morgue door. Lie down on your bed not made of ice. Stick your fingers in your ears. Do you hear that? The pulse of life from your heart, the slow in-and-out from your lungs? Even when you are silent, even when you block out all noise, your body is still a cacophony of life. Mine is not. It is the silence that drives me mad.. | fear hopelessness monologue | Beth Revis | |
| f426983 | And still I urge you to struggle. Struggle for the memory of your ancestors. Struggle for wisdom. Struggle for the warmth of The Mecca. Struggle for your grandmother and grandfather, for your name. But do not struggle for the Dreamers. Hope for them. Pray for them, if you are so moved. But do not pin your struggle on their conversion. The Dreamers will have to learn to struggle themselves, to understand that the field for their Dream, the s.. | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| 1b77d1e | I have a theory which I suspect is rather immoral,' Smiley went on, more lightly. 'Each of us has only a quantum of compassion. That if we lavish our concern on every stray cat, we never get to the centre of things. | espionage spy | John Le Carré | |
| 94c3619 | The Germans in basements were pitiable, surely, but at least they had a chance. That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7b7314b | it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger. The sky was dripping. Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn't quite managed. | Markus Zusak | ||
| b0aab6a | I had some ambition. I meant everything to be different with me. I thought I had more strength and mastery. But the most terrible obstacles are such as nobody can see except oneself. | self-doubt | George Eliot | |
| 2078aff | Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement. | parenthood | George Eliot | |
| b89dc3e | The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness | sea sleep | Virginia Woolf | |
| c068351 | If Shakespeare had never existed, he asked, would the world have differed much from what it is today? Does the progress of civilization depend upon great men? Is the lot of the average human being better now that in the time of the Pharaohs? | shakespeare | Virginia Woolf | |
| 24c57f0 | Not like would I write, Not like if I might, Not like at his best, Not like or the rest, Like myself, however small, Like myself, or not at all. | dante-alighieri goethe homer johann-wolfgang-von-goethe shakespeare william-shakespeare | William Allingham | |
| e676247 | at some point in a woman's life, she just gets tired of being ashamed all the time. After that, she is free to become whoever she truly is. | recovery self-forgiveness | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| b11bf30 | Traditionally, I have responded to the transcendent mystics of all religions. I have always responded with breathless excitement to anyone who has ever said that God does not live in a dogmatic scripture or in a distant throne in the sky, but instead abides very close to us indeed- much closer than we can imagine, breathing right through our own hearts. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| c7c2776 | The conviction that the world, and therefore man too, is something which really ought not to exist is in fact calculated to instil in us indulgence towards one another: for what can be expected of beings placed in such a situation as we are? From this point of view one might indeed consider that the appropriate form of address between man and man ought to be, not monsieur, sir, but fellow sufferer, . However strange this may sound it corre.. | Arthur Schopenhauer | ||
| 50c8ef1 | Whatever torch we kindle, and whatever space it may illuminate, our horizon will always remain encircled by the depth of night. | Arthur Schopenhauer | ||
| 754f82e | She offered her mouth to him, as if enchanted. A Persian princess, a little Indian, a fox, a morning glory, a lovely wisteria--it always pleased them when you told them they looked like something, like something else. | Simone de Beauvoir | ||
| c6d5802 | Let her tell stories and dance in the rain, somersault, tumble and run, her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep, let her grow like a weed in the sun. | Neil Gaiman |