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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 30ce117 | The embodied soul is eternal in existence, indestructible, and infinite, only the material body is factually perishable, therefore fight O Arjuna. | Anonymous | ||
| a20d275 | It's the strangest thing about being human: to know so much, to communicate so much, and yet always to fall so drastically short of clarity, to be, in the end, so isolate and inadequate. Even when people try to say things, they say them poorly or obliquely, or they outright lie, sometimes because they're lying to you, but as often because they're lying to themselves. | Claire Messud | ||
| a8072d7 | I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead. | Libba Bray | ||
| 59a2de5 | I don't know why I feel so wounded with Kartik's obvious infatuation with Pippa. There's no romance between us. There's nothing that tethers us but this dark secret neither of us wants. It's not Kartik's longing that hurts. It's my own. It's knowing that I'll never have what she has--a beauty so powerful it brings things to you. I fear I will always have to chase things I want. I'll always have to wonder whether I'm truly wanted or whether .. | hurt lost-love love pain | Libba Bray | |
| 60d06f1 | No one can steal our dream. | Libba Bray | ||
| adf223f | See, now I don't know whether to be all 'Yay!' because you're empowered or sad because you're having delusional almost-sex with an imaginary boyfriend. | Libba Bray | ||
| 12a5e30 | This is the worst problem with living history museums. They always leave the best parts out. Like typhus. And opium. And scarlet letters. Shunning. Witch-burning. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 606d96d | Believe in me and die forever. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 8b82e22 | I came to Party Crashing because accidents happen. People you love will die. Nothing you treasure will last forever. And I need to accept and embrace that fact. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| cd7da79 | The only person we'll hate more than each other is ourselves. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 7c48fdc | At That Moment, it seemed the whole world cared what happened to him. All those people were hugging him and petting his hair. Everybody asked if he was okay. It seemed that moment would last forever. That you had to risk your life to get love. You had to get right to the edge of death to ever be saved. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 7bd60be | I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 795460d | It was the short men that caused all the trouble in the world. | men short trouble | Ian Fleming | |
| e046dfc | So many words get lost. They leave the mouthand lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing past. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| d92c3e1 | As the saying goes, it takes all kinds to make the world go around, though perhaps some shouldn't go quite so far around it as others. | Bill Bryson | ||
| 13e3019 | We can either emphasize those aspects of our traditions, religious or secular, that speak of hatred, exclusion, and suspicion work with those that stress the interdependence and equality of all human beings. The choice is yours. (22) | choice equality exclusion hatred inclusion interdependence religion suspicion tradition | Karen Armstrong | |
| 03b297a | It never takes longer than a few minutes, when they get together, for everyone to revert to the state of nature, like a party marooned by a shipwreck. That's what a family is. Also the storm at sea, the ship, and the unknown shore. And the hats and the whiskey stills that you make out of bamboo and coconuts. And the fire that you light to keep away the beasts. | family thanksgiving | Michael Chabon | |
| 09f5ee1 | You'll get through this. It won't be painless. It won't be quick. But God will use this mess for good. In the meantime don't be foolish or naive. But don't despair either. With God's help you will get through this. | inspirational mess | Max Lucado | |
| 9b6c6f9 | When mouths close, it's because there's something important to be said. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 9a7f8fb | A warrior cannot lower his head - otherwise he loses sight of the horizon of his dreams. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| a8377ca | I want to be someone capable of seeing the unseen faces, of seeing those who do not seek fame or glory, who silently fulfil the role life has given them. I want to be able to do this because the most important things, those that shape our existence, are precisely the ones that never show their faces. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 87dd8c3 | Love is an act of faith & its face should always be covered in mystery. Every moment should be lived with feeling & emotion because if we try to decipher it & understand it, the magic disappears. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| ac1c423 | I've noticed that loneliness gets stronger when we try to face it down, but gets weaker when we simply ignore it. | fighting loneliness the-witch-of-portobello | Paulo Coelho | |
| ff9f040 | n knt trGb fy rw'y@ qws qzH, f`lyk 'n tt`lm Hb lmTr. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| 63fe278 | The rest, with very little exaggeration, was books. Meant-to-be-picked-up books. Permanently-left-behind books. Uncertain-what-to-do-with books. But books, books. Tall cases lined three walls of the room, filled to and beyond capacity. The overflow had been piled in stacks on the floor. There was little space left for walking, and none whatever for pacing. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| deb22f9 | Seymour once said that all we do our whole lives is go from one little piece of Holy Ground to the next. Is he ever wrong? | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 5186de3 | I realize that some people will not believe that a child of little more than ten years is capable of having such feelings. My story is not intended for them. I am telling it to those who have a better knowledge of man. The adult who has learned to translate a part of his feelings into thoughts notices the absence of these thoughts in a child, and therefore comes to believe that the child lacks these experiences, too. Yet rarely in my life h.. | children demian feelings hermann-hesse thoughts | Hermann Hesse | |
| e9ee892 | You love nobody. Is that not true?" "Maybe," said Siddhartha wearily. "I am like you. You cannot love either, otherwise how could you practice love as an art? Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can - that is their secret." | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 2894f82 | The unknown," said Faxe's soft voice in the forest, "the unforetold, the unproven, that is what life is based on. Ignorance is the ground of thought. Unproof is the ground of action. If it were proven that there is no God there would be no religion. No Handdara, no Yomesh, no hearthgods, nothing. But also if it were proven that there is a God, there would be no religion. ... Tell me, Genry, what is known? What is sure, unpredictable, inevit.. | philosophy religion | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| a57220d | But you must not change one thing, one pebble, one grain of sand, until you know what good and evil will follow on that act. The world is in balance, in Equilibrium. A wizard's power of Changing and Summoning can shake the balance of the world. It is dangerous, that power...It must follow knowledge, and serve need. | mage magic wizard | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| beb597f | It's cold as hell!" Mor called from the front hall, startling me from the warmth pooling in my core. "And who the hell let Cassian and Feyre decorate?" -- | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| bd833ba | His eyes - those silver eyes that would probably haunt her for the rest of her life - were bright. "No matter what I have done, I really do love you, Celaena." The word hit her like a stone to the head. He'd never said that word to her before. Ever. A long silence fell between them." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 54796fd | Rhys casually released me with a flick of his tongue over my bottom lip as a crowd of High Fae appeared behind Amarantha and chimed in with her laughter. Rhysand gave them a lazy, self-indulgent grin and bowed. But something sparked in the queen's eyes as she looked at Rhysand. Amarantha's whore, they'd called him. | feyre rhys rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 9b13bd1 | You're remarkably judgmental.' 'What's the point in having a mind if you don't use it to make judgements? | prince-dorian | Sarah J. Maas | |
| f5008b7 | and Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f2a877c | He studied the threshold to the bedroom hallway. "Azriel, Mor, Amren, and Cassian," he said, marking the eyes I'd painted. "You do know that one of them is going to paint a moustache under the eyes of whoever pisses them off that day." I clamped my lips to keep the smile in. "Oh, Mor already promised to do that." | pg516 rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 0183d39 | One last time - you have to wear this mask one last time, and then you can bury Celaena Sardothien forever. | celaena-sardothien queen-of-shadows throne-of-glass | Sarah J. Maas | |
| aeceadf | And just like that, his father fed him to the Wolf. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 15829b0 | Would you walk Dorian back to his room?" She batted her eyelashes at him, striding through the door as he opened it for her. "Or is this a privilege that only your lady-friends receive?" "If I had any lady-friends, I'd certainly extend the offer. I'm not sure you qualify as a lady, though." "So chivalrous. No wonder those girls find excuses to be in the gardens every morning." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 8c2ccdf | Together, we stared at our reflection. Lord and Lady Night. "Ready to be wicked?" he purred in my ear. My" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e54a06d | Nervous?" he asked, his voice barely audible above the steady slice of his oars through the calm bay. "No," she lied. "Me too." | sam | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 213e58b | We came," Manon said, loud enough that all on the city walls could hear, "to honor a promise made to Aelin Galathynius. To fight for what she promised us." Darrow said quietly, "And what was that?" Manon smiled then. "A better world." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 920ec0b | We had contests to see who could write the dirtiest limericks while I was living with my father's war-band by the border. I don't particularly enjoy losing, so I took it upon myself to become good at them. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 5cf878e | The painting flashed into my mind. Flashed-and stayed there, glimmering before it faded. But it remained, shining faintly, in that hole inside my chest. The hole that was slowly starting to heal over. | Sarah J. Maas |