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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 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.. | religion philosophy | 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. | rhysand feyre rhys | 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. | throne-of-glass queen-of-shadows celaena-sardothien | 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 | ||
| 15130b6 | As we approach the crucial battleground, believe that our blades will not shatter. Believe that our resolve will not weaken. Though our paths may diverge, our iron hearts remain together. Swear, that though the land itself may break asunder...We will ! ~Renji Abarai | Tite Kubo | ||
| 24b65a0 | She glared at him. "Why are you forever asking hard questions?" | daja | Tamora Pierce | |
| 9b5145b | Thou shalt not submit thy god to market forces. | humor | Terry Pratchett | |
| d49e4ff | Mort was already aware that love made you feel hot and cold and cruel and weak, but he hadn't realized that it could make you stupid. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 4103666 | Silverfish looked down. "Oh. Are you a dwarf?" Cuddy gave him a blank stare. "Are you a giant?" He said. "Me? Of course not!" "Ah. Then I must be a dwarf, yes." | dwarf perspective perception | Terry Pratchett | |
| bce16d1 | you were so worried about legal and illegal that you never stopped to think about whether it was right or wrong. | wrong wright | Terry Pratchett | |
| 193e171 | Just call in at the torturer on your way out. See when he can fit you in. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 6b830da | Sometimes I think a man could wander across the disc all his life and not see everything there is to see,' said Twoflower. 'And now it seems there are lots of other worlds as well. When I think I might die without seeing a hundredth of all there is to see it makes me feel,' he paused, then added, 'well, humble, I suppose. And very angry, of course. | wanderlust | Terry Pratchett | |
| 0f69e04 | This, milord, is my family's axe. We have owned it for almost nine hundred years, see. Of course, sometimes it needed a new blade. And sometimes it has required a new handle, new designs on the metalwork, a little refreshing of the ornamentation . . . but is this not the nine hundred-year-old axe of my family? And because it has changed gently over time, it is still a pretty good axe, y'know. Pretty good. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 4bf6553 | As large as worlds. As old as Time. As patient as a brick. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 7ea2195 | You can't go around building a better world for people. Only people can build a better world for people. Otherwise it's just a cage. | reform | Terry Pratchett | |
| f298ea8 | But that was just it - hate was exactly the right word. Hate is a force of attraction. Hate is just love with its back turned. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| c34c0b1 | His name tasted of fire and wings, of curling smoke, of subtlety and strength and the rasping whisper of scales. He eyed me and said stiffly, "Don't land yourself into a boiling-pot, and as difficult as you may find it, try and present a respectable appearance." | Naomi Novik | ||
| d5f4321 | Well, I would have struck him, but I would have had to get up. You have no notion how difficult it is to arrange skirts when sitting down; it took me five minutes together the first time. | Naomi Novik | ||
| 414c95e | Well, I suppose one ought not to employ a magician and then complain that he does not behave like other people. | Susanna Clarke | ||
| 6e34397 | He gave her his heart. She took it and placed it quietly in the pocket of her gown. No one observed what she did. | Susanna Clarke | ||
| 44eeb9f | The path to survival was to never give up on the small things. | Richard Flanagan | ||
| ffb4fd2 | smile first, then speak. | George Saunders | ||
| b17f89c | Why was she dancing? No reason. Just alive, I guess. | George Saunders | ||
| caeed1d | I made strength from everything that had happened to me, so that in the end even the final tragedy could not defeat me. And that is what Ultima tried to teach me, that the tragic consequences of life can be overcome by the magical strength that resides in the human heart. --Antonio | Rudolfo Anaya | ||
| 219caeb | It is because good is always stronger than evil. Always remember that, Antonio. The smallest bit of good can stand against all the powers of evil in the world and it will emerge triumphant. | Rudolfo Anaya | ||
| 9cd7575 | Puck laughed, and it wasn't like that weird high-pitched giggle she'd heard out of children before, the one that begged the question: why would one possibly tickle a child just to elicit that noise? | Kresley Cole | ||
| a3f6c70 | Yes, peasants," he repeated slowly. "The lowliest of the low among humans." Then he enunciated, "Exceedingly backward and vulgar hillbillies." "Been called worse, mister." At his raised brows, she exhaled impatiently. "Bootlegger, moonshiner, Elly May Clampett, mountain mama, redneck, backwoods Bessie, hick, trailer trash, yokel, and, more recently, death-row con." "No references to mining? I'm disappointed." | Kresley Cole | ||
| 8188376 | The hour grows late." "Late? So? Do you have to be on Ash Campus early tomorrow? At the University of Nothing Matters?" | Kresley Cole | ||
| 34f7014 | but ready or not,life goes on. | Sidney Sheldon Family Limited Partnershi | ||
| eebde2c | I want to be untouchable and beautiful and completely dead inside. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 33aea13 | At first we raced through space, like shadows and light; her rants, my raves; her dark hair, my blonde; black dresses, white. She's a purple-black African-violet-dark butterfly and I a white moth. We were two wild ponies, Dawn and Midnight, the wind electrifying our manes and our hooves quaking the city; we were photo negatives of each other, together making the perfect image of a girl. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 2128fd8 | Do you know when they say soulmates? Everybody uses it in personal ads. "Soul mate wanted." It doesn't mean too much now. But soulmates - think about it. When your soul - whatever that is anyway - something so alive when you make music or love and so mysteriously hidden most of the rest of the time, so colorful and big but without color or shape - when your soul finds another soul it can recognize even before the rest of you knows about it... | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 7c45132 | The more I read, the more I felt connected across time to other lives and deeper sympathies. I felt less isolated. I wasn't floating on my little raft in the present; there were bridges that led over to solid ground. Yes, the past is another country, but one that we can visit, and once there we can bring back the things we need. Literature is common ground. It is ground not managed wholly by commercial interests, nor can it be strip-mined l.. | literature reading freedom imagination wildness connection human-nature | Jeanette Winterson |