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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3acf782 | I wanted so terribly to be good to him. | unrequited-love | Dodie Smith | |
| 0f0d951 | The eternal world and the mortal world are not parallel, rather they are fused. | mortality | John O'Donohue | |
| 2a2f5d3 | I stood up and kissed the top of Beth's head. "You ready, bro?" "I've been waiting for you to catch up, man." Isaiah opened the front door, his eyes cold and deadly. Beth's one good eye widened. "No," she whispered. "I ain't bailing you boys out," said Dale. "Never asked you to," I said and walked for the door." | Katie McGarry | ||
| 8b14de5 | Do you think we can just take it on faith right now that I want you, you want me, and we'll figure out the happy ending part later? | Katie McGarry | ||
| fad00fd | You're beautiful," I say, and the honesty of my words stings. "You're beautiful inside and out. I like how you challenge me. I like how I can never figure out what you're going to do or say. I like how we've thrown weird shit in your direction and you take it like a pro." I cup her face with one hand and caress her soft skin. "I like how you smile and how you laugh. I like how you love and defend your family and I like how you're trying to .. | Katie McGarry | ||
| e99c186 | She was perhaps too young to realize that what she assumed was her love for [him] was actually a tentative, timorous, acceptance of herself. | love the-god-of-small-things self-acceptance self-love | Arundhati Roy | |
| 508a4ca | Men are free when they are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose. Not when they are escaping to some wild west. The most unfree souls go west, and shout of freedom. | escape freedom religion individual west purpose obedience | D.H. Lawrence | |
| 37b2dd9 | If you could only tell them that living and spending isn't the same thing! But it's no good. If only they were educated to instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily... | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 82bcf11 | We spent our lives making livings. | work | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| d6707f8 | My insides don't match up with my outsides. -Do anyone's inside and outsides match up? -I don't know. I'm only me. -Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and the outside. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 8ef8768 | The river flowed from century to century, and human affairs play themselves out on its banks. Play themselves out to be forgotten the next day, while the river flows on. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 4a4b467 | For he was aware of the great secret of life: Women don't look for handsome men. Women look for men who have had beautiful women. Having an ugly mistress is therefore a fatal mistake. | women relationship love mistress ugly | Milan Kundera | |
| 0f67d4a | The phrase "It's absolutely the same with me, I..." seems to be an approving echo, a way of continuing the other's thought, but that is an illusion: in reality it is a brute revolt against a brutal violence, an effort to free our own ear from bondage and to occupy the enemy's ear by force. Because all of man's life among his kind is nothing other than a battle to seize the ear of others." | Milan Kundera | ||
| 1f28858 | He's at the chocolate teapot end of the competency scale. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 67f7641 | It's just that none of us had the wit or talent to make them into songs. We made them into life, which much messier, and more time consuming, and leaves nothing for anybody to whistle. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 80bc529 | She thought I was...soulful, by which I think she means that I don't say much and I always look vaguely pissed off. | Nick Hornby | ||
| daea7e7 | It's not me but the world that's deranged. | world life society | Haruki Murakami | |
| 0049eb9 | She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 0b11fbf | Mental acuity was never born from comfortable circumstances. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 17eb193 | The best musicians transpose consciousness into sound; painters do the same for color and shape. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 6d3eca8 | What if I've forgotten the most important thing? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| b47a147 | There are symbolic dreams-- dreams that symbolize some reality. Then there are symbolic realities -- realities that symbolize a dream. Symbols are what you might call the honorary town councillors of the worm universe. In the worm universe, there is nothing unusual about a dairy cow seeking a pair of pliers. A cow is bound to get her pliers sometime. It has nothing to do with me. | symbols | Haruki Murakami | |
| 0072216 | Listen up--there's no war that will end all wars,' Crow tells me. 'War breeds war. Lapping up the blood shed by violence, feeding on wounded flesh. War is a perfect, self-contained being. You need to know that. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d27d5da | Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate them to one another. | hearts | Haruki Murakami | |
| 8355b7b | So this was how secrets got started, I thought to myself. People constructed them little by little. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| ecb9e9a | He had known several men who blew their heads off, and he had pondered it much. It seemed to him it was probably because they could not take enough happiness just from the sky and the moon to carry them over the low feelings that came to all men. | Larry McMurtry | ||
| cef68ab | The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters | Larry McMurtry | ||
| b55c95f | When Maimonides says that the Messiah will come but that 'he may tarry,' we see the origin of every Jewish shrug from Spinoza to Woody Allen. | irony woody-allen maimonides judaism messiah | Christopher Hitchens | |
| 4a19eaa | You've come to give me a piece of your mind. You know that phrase is really beautiful. The mind is the most powerful thing in the body. Whatever the mind believes, the body can achieve. So to give someone a piece of it... well thank you. Funny how people are always intent on giving it to the people they dislike when it really should be for the ones they love. | positive-thinking love cecelia-ahernt philosphy-of-people if-you-could-see-me-now | Cecelia Ahern | |
| 7b36239 | It's not the job of this town to make me feel happy. It's not this town's fault that I don't feel I fit in. It doesn't matter where you are in the world, because it's about where you are in your head. It's about the other world I inhabit. The world of dreams, hope, imagination, and memories. I'm happy up here, and because of that I'm happy up there too | loneliness philosophy-of-life-people | Cecelia Ahern | |
| adbf05a | It occurs to me how close happiness and sadness are. So closely knitted together. Such a thin line, a thread-like divide that in the midst of emotions, it trembles, blurring the territory of exact opposites ... how quickly a moment of love was snapped away to a moment of hate ... Of how love and war stand upon the very same foundations. How, in my darkest moments, my most fearful times, when faced, became my bravest. When feeling at your we.. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 6d71afc | If you focus on sandbagging the beachhead, you can ignore the tsunami that's approaching. Try it any other way and you'll go crazy. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 028e713 | I felt a splinter of guilt wedge into my heart. Charlotte had hurt me; in return, I'd hurt Rob. Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late we've wounded the people we're trying to protect. | love | Jodi Picoult | |
| 91006a5 | You can run but you can't hide... but I can try. I feel air catch in my lungs and I get a cramp in my side and this pain, this wonderful physical pain that I can place, reminds me that after all I am still alive. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| ee20dd3 | When you want something bad, you'll tell yourself a thousand lies. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| e0c9eb4 | They don't really pay attention to me, except when they need my blood or something. I wouldn't even be alive, if it wasn't for Kate being sick. | p-33 | Jodi Picoult | |
| 05641e5 | Because hate's just the flip side of love. Like heads and tails on a dime. If you don't know what it feels like to love someone, how would you know what hate is? One can't exist without the other. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 7464793 | But I didn't frame it; I put into an envelope and sealed it and stuffed it far back into a corner drawer of a filing cabinet. It's there, just in case one of these days I start to lose her. There might be a morning when I wake up and her face isn't the first thing I see. Or a lazy August afternoon when I can't quite recall anymore where the freckles were on her right shoulders. Maybe one of these days, I will not be able to listen to the so.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| c686c44 | A tall, straight-bodied, and by no means ill-favored young Highlander at close range is breath-taking. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4481a90 | To this point, he could not really have said that he loved William. Feel the terror of responsibility for him, yes. Carry thought of him like a gem in his pocket, certainly, reaching now and then to touch it, marveling. But now he felt the perfection of the tiny bones of William's spine through his clothes, smooth as marbles under his fingers, smelled the scent of him, rich with the incense of innocence and the faint tang of shit and clean .. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 952d16a | Jem made the little Scottish noise again, and Brianna looked sideways at him. "Are you doing that on purpose?" He looked up at her, surprised. "Doing what?" "Never mind. When you are fifteen, I'm locking you in the cellar." "What? Why?" he demanded indignantly. "Because that's when your father and grandfather started getting into real trouble, and evidently you're going to be just like them." | scottish-noises roger-mackenzie jem-mackenzie jamie-fraser trouble | Diana Gabaldon | |
| c79166d | England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a massive brain. He worked out sums inside his head, There was no book he hadn't read. He knew what made an airplane fly, He knew how engines worked and why. He knew all this, but in the end One question drove him round the bend: He simply couldn't puzzle out What LIFE was really all about. What was the reason for his birth? Why was he placed.. | the-pig | Roald Dahl | |
| 5b88ecd | May you find your Tower, Roland, and breach it, and may you climb to the top! | gunslinger roland the-dark-tower | Stephen King | |
| bbd1987 | She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist. | reflection | Sylvia Plath |