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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6ad4f2a | Now I understand all those chick flicks I made fun of. 'Cause now I'm the sappy dork willing to risk it all for the girl. Estoy enamorado...I'm in love. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| e47d43b | When they're together, the world could fall apart around them and they'd never notice or care as long as they have each other. | humour romance young-adult-fiction young-adult-romance | Simone Elkeles | |
| dfbc6d3 | I feel so selfish, because I want the best of both worlds. I want to keep the image I've worked so hard to create. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 174db42 | Want to get in trouble with me, Carlos? | kiara-westford trouble | Simone Elkeles | |
| 3195052 | What you were is forever who you are. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 94c9f13 | The internal dialogue is what grounds people in the daily world. The world is such and such or so and so, only because we talk to ourselves about its being such and such and so and so. The passageway into the world of shamans opens up after the warrior has learned to shut off his internal dialogue | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| 28e80a9 | The dying sun will glow on you without burning, as it has done today. The wind will be soft and mellow and your hilltop will tremble. As you reach the end of your dance you will look at the sun, for you will never see it again in waking or in dreaming, and then your death will point to the south. To the vastness. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| 055bda0 | Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 1ec887f | Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. | William Shakespeare | ||
| b56a02c | Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love. Night and silence.--Who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: This is he, my master said, Despised the Athenian maid; And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul! she durst not lie Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth .. | puck | William Shakespeare | |
| d4ad157 | Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ. | jealousy pessimism | William Shakespeare | |
| cd21c90 | Sometimes she went so far as to wish that she should find herself in a difficult position, so that she might have the pleasure of being as heroic as the occasion demanded. | Henry James | ||
| 7acfd76 | My idea is this, that when you only love a little you're naturally not jealous-or are only jealous also a little, so that it doesn't matter. But when you love in a deeper and intenser way, then you're in the very same proportion jealous; your jealousy has intensity and, no doubt, ferocity. When however you love in the most abysmal and unutterable way of all - whey then you're beyond everything, and nothing can pull you down. | Henry James | ||
| 79aa5ef | Something deep inside me lurched. The stirring was as startling and unpleasant as it was thrilling and revolutionary. | Stephanie Perkins | ||
| 5cefc49 | I bought you love poetry! 'I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.'" I blink at him. "Neruda. I starred the passage. God," he moans. "Why didn't you open it?" | romance ya | Stephanie Perkins | |
| 2ba3110 | at any rate, there's no harm in trying. | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 5a6a8b9 | I don't like the looks of it,' said the King: 'however, it may kis my hand, if it likes.' 'I'd rather not,' the Cat remarked. | cheshire-cat king | Lewis Carroll | |
| b3e33f9 | Gamblers and lovers really play to lose. | Lawrence Durrell | ||
| edc43d5 | Gazzy: "Just Ten?" Angel: "No." Gazzy: "Five?" Angel: "No." | James Patterson | ||
| 92b9567 | She had a lot of hugs to give, but not enough people to give them to. | James Patterson | ||
| e3bbb34 | Max-I'm not going to die today. | James Patterson | ||
| 759abeb | Well, it's like I have a GPS inside me," I told them. "One of the talking ones. I tell it where I want to go, and it tells me, Go twenty miles, turn left, take Exit Ninety-fourm and so one. It can be pretty bossy, frankly. | James Patterson | ||
| d7f9244 | I wasn't kidding about the flying-kids part. Or the talking-dog part. Anyone who's up to speed on the Adventures of Amazing Max and Her Flying, Fun-Loving Cohorts, you can skip this next page or so. Those of you who picked up this book cold, even thought it's clearly part of the series, well, get with the program, people! I can't take two days to get you caught up on everything! Here's the abbreviated version (which is pretty, I might add.. | James Patterson | ||
| f921764 | When its true, when it's right, love can give you the kind of joy that you can't get from any other experience. | James Patterson | ||
| ed43b80 | NOOOO!" On the screen, a woman's eyes bugged almost out of her head, and I tried not to scream. Tried not to scream in exasperation, I mean. The serial killer was right in front of her, wide open! Clearly, instead of weeping like a moron, she could be lunging forward and administering a swift uppercut to the chin. Then this entire pointless ordeal would be over with, and I could go home." | movies nevermore scream | James Patterson | |
| 95e9e99 | He was a simple man who had no inferiority complex about his lack of education, and even more amazing no superiority complex because he had succeeded despite that lack. | inferiority-complex | Maya Angelou | |
| 4f1a96d | Slow people are just paying close attention. | Nancy Farmer | ||
| dfcbbc8 | Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 9c4f520 | Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you. Buttercup: But how can you be sure? Westley: This is true love-you think this happens every day? Westley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me? Buttercup: Well...you were dead. Westley: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while. | William Goldman | ||
| 71ffdd5 | It was a lie but he believed in telling lies to people. Truth telling and medicine just didn't go together except in dire emergencies, if then. | Mario Puzo | ||
| 35c8bd8 | I'll tell you the only real truth. Cunt is where it all begins and where it all ends. Cunt is the only thing worth living for. Everything else is a fake, a fraud and just shit. | Mario Puzo | ||
| 4eb7ae9 | Oh," Jamie offered in a bright voice. "I could cook some--" "NO!" Mae, Annabel, and Nick all exclaimed as one. Annabel gave Nick a slightly startled look. He was too busy giving Jamie a forbidding look to notice. "Look, I am getting ," Jamie argued. "I saw you put rice in a toaster once," said Mae. "I was there when you made that tin of beans explode." "It was faulty," Jamie protested, his eyes shifty. "I am sure of this." | Sarah Rees Brennan | ||
| 4d6fd5b | After a long moment I closed the freezer door. I wanted to lie down and press my cheek against the cool linoleum. Instead I reached out with my little finger and flipped the Barbie's head. It went thack thack against the door. I flipped it again. Thack thack. Whee. I had a new hobby. | random | Jeff Lindsay | |
| 4c2a2e1 | I'll still be missing you as much as ever. I'l still smile at the memory of you. I'll still be - Okay, I'll say it again - loving you, but I won't abandon myseld for you. I cannot be faithful to you without being faithful to myself. | Jerry Spinelli | ||
| 22bf9f4 | Thomas Jefferson once said that all men are created equal (...). There is a tendency (...) for certain people to use this phrase out of context, to satisfy all conditions. The most ridiculous example I can think of is that the people who run public education promote the stupid and idle along with the industrious-because all men are created equal, educators will gravely tell you, the children left behind suffer terrible feelings of inferiori.. | equality meritocracy | Harper Lee | |
| d964a1d | They're ugly, but those are the facts of life. | Harper Lee | ||
| 1e11e67 | Atticus---" ...said Jem bleakly. "How could they do it, how could they?" "I don't know, but they did it. They've done it before & they did it tonight & they'll do it again & when they do it--- seems that only children weep." | jem to-kill-a-mockingbird | Harper Lee | |
| 98217c4 | Rochester: "I am no better than the old lightning-struck chestnut-tree in Thornfield orchard...And what right would that ruin have to bid a budding woodbine cover its decay with freshness?" Jane: "You are no ruin sir - no lighting-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them or not, because they take delight in your bountiful shadow; and as they grow they will lean towards you, and wind ro.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 0ff30d0 | Being incomprehensible offers unparalleled protection against having nothing to say...but writing with simplicity requires courage, for there is a danger that one will be overlooked, dismissed as simpleminded by those with a tenacious belief that the impassable prose is a hallmark of intelligence. | Alain de Botton | ||
| 99e93b5 | It is perhaps sad books that best console us when we are sad, and to lonely service stations that we should drive when there is no one for us to hold or love. | Alain de Botton | ||
| a3b2f25 | O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm. That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. - | innocence innocence-lost seduction virtue | William Blake | |
| b69beac | Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires. | William Blake | ||
| d07fdbc | Thir must be less tae life than this | Irvine Welsh | ||
| cc79756 | I was filled with such a dangerous delicious intoxication that I could have walked straight off the steps into the air, climbing on the strength of my own drunkeness into the stars. And the intoxication, as I knew even then, was the recklessness of infinite possibility. | Doris Lessing |