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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6e3b91a | Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. [Matt 5:4] | mourning beatitudes bible-quotes bible-verse scripture | Anonymous | |
| 937307f | If you never see a fool You'll always be happy. The one who keeps company with fools Will be sorry for a long time. It's painful to live with fools, Like being always with an enemy. | vv-206-207 fools | Anonymous | |
| 64af830 | He was bookish, she was not; he was theoretical, she political. She called a rose a rose. He called it an accumulation of cultural and biological constructions circulating around the mutually attracting binary poles of nature/artifice. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 9b3c3dc | Board the cows! We've come to enslave your marigolds. | silly nonsense | Libba Bray | |
| 06dabef | The vicar, whose name is Reverend Waite, leads us in prayers that all begin with 'O Lord' and end with our somehow not being worthy-sinners who have always been sinners and will forever more be sinners until we die. It isn't the most optimistic outlook I've ever heard but we're encouraged to keep trying anyway. | Libba Bray | ||
| ffb203b | I will tell you the story of how we found ourselves in a realm where dreams are formed, destiny is chosen, and magic is as real as a handprint in the snow. | Libba Bray | ||
| cdf3e04 | And when I wake, the room is white with the morning sun. The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I don't dare close them. I won't. Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning, and there is so much to see. | Libba Bray | ||
| 72ce1c4 | We've left the moment. It's gone. We're somewhere else now, and that's okay. We've still got that moment with us somewhere, deep in our memory, seeping into our DNA. And when our cells get scattered , whenever that happens, this moment will still exist in them. Those cells might be the building block of something new. A planet or star or a sunflower, a baby. Maybe even a cockroach. Who knows? Whatever it is, it'll be a part of us, this thin.. | Libba Bray | ||
| 9c9dfe1 | How can you possibly believe he really loves you?" Miss Sneezy looks from the Mother to the Saint to Mr. Whittier's hand."You have no choice," Mr. Whittier tells her. "If you need to be loved." | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 964dcdd | Isn't a kid alive who doesn't dream about rewarding her folks, or punishing them. | parents parent children | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| b265160 | Nobody wants to worship you if you have the same problems, the same bad breath and messy hair and hangnails, as a regular person. You have to be everything regular people aren't. Where they fail, you have to go all the way. Be what people are too afraid to be. Become whom they admire. People shopping for a messiah want quality. Nobody is going to follow a loser. When it comes to choosing a savior, they won't settle for just a human being. | worship god saviors savior deity gods | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| bd1329d | the world is the cradle and your trap. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 1d562b7 | Nothing was solved when the fight was over, but nothing mattered. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| d9b5f31 | How miserably hypocritical, you might say, but no sooner am I offered a chance to flee Hell than I yearn to stay. Few families hold their relations as closely as do prisons. Few marriages sustain the high level of passion that exists between criminals and those who seek to bring them to justice. It's no wonder the Zodiac Killer flirted so relentlessly with the police. Or that Jack the Ripper courted and baited detectives with his - or her -.. | heaven serial-killers damned desire hell | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| a5f0ace | When they write my obituary. Tomorrow. Or the next day. It will say, Leo Gursky is survived by an apartment full of shit | romance love obituary | Nicole Krauss | |
| 47e87e6 | Tell me, was I the sort of person who took your elbow when cars passed on the street, touched your cheek while you talked, combed your wet hair, stopped by the side of the road in the country to point out certain constellations, standing behind you so that you had the advantage of leaning and looking up? | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 066d31c | When you sit in a chair, you are not actually sitting there, but levitating above it at a height of one angstrom (a hundred millionth of a centimetre), your electrons and its electrons implacably opposed to any closer intimacy. | Bill Bryson | ||
| e53f0f9 | The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing. | beauty-in-nature sunshine flowers sunlight summer | Dan Simmons | |
| 47fe4cd | Going after a dream has a price. It may mean abandoning our habits, it may make us go through hardships, or it may lead us to disappointment, et cetera. But however costly it may be, it is never as high as the price paid by people who didn't live. Because one day they will look back and hear their own heart say: 'I wasted my life.' " He is not making things any easier. Let's suppose" | Paulo Coelho | ||
| fe0be64 | Many of us are returning from a long journey during which we were forced to search for things that were of no interest to us. Now we realize that they were false. But this return cannot be made without pain, because we have been away for a long time and feel that we are strangers in out own land. It will take some time to find the friends who also left, and the places where our roots and treasures lie. But this will happen. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| ba5ed2c | It's no fun to be yellow. Maybe I'm not all yellow. I don't know. I think maybe I'm just partly yellow and partly the type that doesn't give much of a damn if they lose their gloves. One of my troubles is, I never care too much when I lose something - it used to drive mother crazy when I was a kid. Some guys spend days looking for something they've lost. I never seem to have anything that if I lost it I'd care too much. Maybe that's why I'm.. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 00fed3b | If you can't, or won't, think of Seymour, then you go right ahead and call in some ignorant psychoanalyst. You just do that. You just call in some analyst who's experienced in adjusting people to the joys of television, and Life magazine every Wednesday, and European travel, and the H-bomb, and Presidential elections, and the front page of the Times, and God knows what else that's gloriously normal. | normalcy | J.D. Salinger | |
| fb1ad18 | When I was all set to go, when I had my bags and all, I stood for a while next to the stairs and took a last look down the goddam corridor. I was sort of crying. I don't know why. I put my red hunting hat on, and turned the peak around to the back, the way I liked it, and then I yelled at the top of my goddam voice, "Sleep tight, ya morons!" I'll bet I woke up every bastard on the whole floor. Then I got the hell out. Some stupid guy had th.. | holden | J.D. Salinger | |
| 5334ef2 | There isn't a nightclub in the world that you can sit in for a long time unless you can at least buy some liquor and get drunk. Or unless you're with some girl that really knocks you out. | J. D. Salinger | ||
| eb30737 | Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them--if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry. | troubles | J.D. Salinger | |
| 5bc2a9f | I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was the bone season for me and I needed a vacation. | bateman bret easton ellis bloodlust frenzy psycho patrick lethal | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 5931361 | So, what, you got cigarette burns, too?" Gitanes said. Chip showed his palm, "It's nothing." "Self-inflicted. You pathetic American." "Different kind of prison" Chip said." | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| f2271ea | It is good," he thought "to taste for yourself everything you need to know. That worldly pleasures and wealth are not good things, I learned even as a child. I knew it for a long time, but only now have I experienced it. And now I know it, I know it not only because I remember hearing it, but with my eyes, with my heart, with my stomach. And it is good for me to know it!" | wealth | Hermann Hesse | |
| 84c1d53 | The things we see," Pistorius said softly, "are the same things that are within us. There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself. You can be happy that way. But once you know the other interpretation you no longer have the choice of following the crowd. Sinclair, the majority's path .. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| b904936 | Tegularius was a willful, moody person who refused to fit into his society. Every so often he would display the liveliness of his intellect. When highly stimulated he could be entrancing; his mordant wit sparkled and he overwhelmed everyone with the audacity and richness of his sometimes somber inspirations. But basically he was incurable, for he did not want to be cured; he cared nothing for co-ordination and a place in the scheme of thing.. | iconoclasm | Hermann Hesse | |
| 607f1e4 | Siddhartha has one single goal-to become empty, to become empty of thirst, desire, dreams, pleasure and sorrow-to let the Self die. No longer to be Self, to experience the peace of an emptied heart, to experience pure thought-that was his goal. | life siddhartha self thought | Hermann Hesse | |
| 797749c | I have no idea whether parents can be of help, and I do not blame mine. It was my own affair to come to terms with myself and to find my own way, and like most well-brought-up children, I managed it badly. Everyone goes through this crisis. For the average person this is the point when the demands of his own life come into the sharpest conflict with his environment, when the way forward has to be sought with the bitterest means at his comma.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 8402178 | Current-borne, wave-flung, tugged hugely by the whole might of ocean, the jellyfish drifts in the tidal abyss. The light shines through it, and the dark enters it. Borne, flung, tugged from anywhere to anywhere, for in the deep sea there is no compass but nearer and farther, higher and lower, the jellyfish hangs and sways; pulses move slight and quick within it, as the vast diurnal pulses beat in the moondriven sea. Hanging, swaying, pulsin.. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 0dc6416 | I'd always thought death would be some sort of peaceful homecoming - a sweet, sad lullaby to usher me into whatever waited afterward. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| da8349d | Borte had gone back to studying the Fae males. Not their considerable beauty, but their size, their pointed ears, their weapons and elongated canines. Aelin whispered conspiratorially to the girl, "Make them roll over before you offer them a treat." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 1829c3a | She didn't know how long they stood on that roof, tangled up in each other, mouths and hands roving until she moaned and dragged him through the greenhouse, down the stairs, and into the carriage waiting outside. And then there was the ride home, where he did things to her neck and ear that made her forget her own name. They managed to straighten themselves out as they reached the castle gates, and kept a respectable distance as they walked.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 97e4506 | The stag's enormous head turned slightly--toward the wagon, toward the small window. The Lord of the North. So the people of Terrasen will always know how to find their way home, she'd once told Ansel as they lay under a blanket of stars and traced the constellation of the stag. So they can look up at the sky, no matter where they are, and know Terrasen is forever with them. | lord-of-the-north white-stag terrasen | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 6e416bb | I'm thinking that I must have been a fool in love to allow myself to be shown so little of the Spring Court. I'm thinking there's a great deal of that territory I was never allowed to see or hear about and maybe I would have lived in ignorance forever like some pet. I'm thinking . . . I'm thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I'm .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 892c999 | Well, good-bye for now," he said, rolling his neck as if we hadn't been talking about anything important at all. He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing entirely, and had begun to fade into the nearest shadow when he went rigid. His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock - pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled. "What is -" I began.. | rhysand shocked rhys | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 6ec13bb | She wouldn't leave him like this, in this cold, dark room. She yanked out of Arobynn's grasp. Wordlessly, she unfastened her cloak and spread it over Sam, covering the damage that had been so carefully inflicted. She climbed onto the wooden table and lay out beside him, stretching an arm across his middle, holding him close. The body still smelled faintly like Sam. And like the cheap soap she'd made him use, because she was so selfish that .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 3eec296 | He himself was a beautiful weapon, forged by centuries of ruthless training and warring. | rowan-whitethorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| d67592a | You might fight well, but your manners are a disgrace." "I can act and talk like a lady, if it pleases me." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 7a7cc03 | If it rusts, it can never be trusted If its owner fails to control it, it will cut him Yes, pride is like a blade | Tite Kubo | ||
| be56ab0 | Sweetheart, never listen to what my enemies say. They're very confused people. I know they are because I've spent years making them that way. | Tamora Pierce |