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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1d8e435 | They say that shoulder blades are where your wings were, when you were an angel," she said. "They say they're where your wings will grow again one day." | David Almond | ||
| f2f9e19 | It's going to be a grim day when the world is run by a generation that doesn't know anything but what it's seen on TV. | Bill Watterson | ||
| c778cc5 | Chivalry!---why, maiden, she is the nurse of pure and high affection---the stay of the oppressed, the redresser of grievances, the curb of the power of the tyrant ---Nobility were but an empty name without her, and liberty finds the best protection in her lance and her sword. | Sir Walter Scott | ||
| 79157bf | My name is tally youngblood and my mind is very ugly | Scott Westerfeld | ||
| 22f9364 | By all means," cried the bard, his eyes lighting up. "A Fflam to the rescue! Storm the castle! Carry it by assault! Batter down the gates!" "There's not much of it left to storm," said Eilonwy. "Oh?" said Fflewddur, with disappointment. "Very well, we shall do the best we can." | Lloyd Alexander | ||
| 8b76dac | One has not lived until one has carried a sixty-pound dog down a sweeping flight of stairs at half-past V in the morning. | Connie Willis | ||
| 908be55 | One of those out-of-the-ordinary days that made sense of the slew of ordinary days. New York had a way of doing that. Every now and then the city shook its soul out. It assailed you with an image, or a day, or a crime, or a terror, or a beauty so difficult to wrap your mind around that you had to shake your head in disbelief. He had a theory about it. It happened, and re-happened, because it was a city uninterested in history. Strange thing.. | Colum McCann | ||
| 0a64081 | I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of nature, the deep well of the womb, silence, or else the lapping of the black waters of death. I wanted to be that night which the remorseless eye illuminated, a night diapered with stars and trailing comets. To be of night so frighteningly silent, so utterly incompreh.. | blood eloquent fecundity incomprehensible light nature silence stars stone veins womb | Henry Miller | |
| 2ad1e09 | We clutter the earth with our inventions, never dreaming that possibly they are unnecessary -- or disadvantageous. We devise astounding means of communication, but do we communicate with one another? We move our bodies to and fro and incredible speeds, but do we really leave the spot we started from? Mentally, morally, spiritually, we are fettered. What have we achieved in mowing down mountain ranges, harnessing the energy of mighty rivers,.. | Henry Miller | ||
| 4cc7e7d | Man's happiness today consists in "having fun." Having fun lies in the satisfaction of consuming and "taking in" commodities, sights, food, drinks, cigarettes, people, lectures, books, movies--all are consumed, swallowed. The world is one great object for our appetite, a big apple, a big bottle, a big breast; we are the sucklers, the eternally expectant ones, the hopeful ones--and the eternally disappointed ones." | Erich Fromm | ||
| d155009 | The man who lives in a small community lives in a much larger world. He knows much more of the fierce variety and uncompromising divergences of men...In a large community, we can choose our companions. In a small community, our companions are chosen for us. Thus in all extensive and highly civilized society groups come into existence founded upon sympathy, and shut out the real world more sharply than the gates of a monastery. There is noth.. | small-towns | G.K. Chesterton | |
| 01a4c98 | I'm just trying to wake up - I'm so afraid of sleeping all my life and then dying - I want to wake up first. I wouldn't care if it was just for an hour, as long as I was properly alive and awake... | Philip Pullman | ||
| 9d4a93f | Stealing a man's wife, that's nothing, but stealing his car, that's larceny. | James M. Cain | ||
| 8cd57fa | Curran grinned and my heart made a little jump. I didn't expect that. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 1a2e7c0 | A ghastly attempt at a smile, sure to send any normal person to a therapist. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| bf1923c | Derek favored his left side. His horse refused to bear him. I couldn't blame the horse. I wouldn't want his demonic, undead-blood-smeared, wolf-smelling ass riding me, either. But it made us slow. | kate | Ilona Andrews | |
| 8e095f7 | If your head explodes can I have your stuff? | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 287a817 | my father asked. "If you build a tower in Lawrenceville, I will smash it, set it on fire, and salt the ground it stood on." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| d02dbb5 | He raised his hand in a peaceful gesture. "You need to relax a bit, dove. Like Mouse over there. You trust me, don't you, Mouse?" "Nope!" "Ahhh, I'm hurt. Nobody likes me." | funny julie kate kate-daniels magic-burns | Ilona Andrews | |
| 1265534 | Congratulations," he said, his voice dry. "You finally managed to find a woman as tragically noble as yourself. I didn't think one existed." "I'm not tragic." Kaldar held up his hand. "Spare me. Some children are born wearing a silk shirt; you were born wrapped in melancholy. When they slapped you to make you cry, you just sighed heavily and a single tear rolled from your eye." He dragged his finger from the corner of his left eye to his ch.. | kaldar-mar richard-mar | Ilona Andrews | |
| 0299048 | The sound of my name in his voice stopped me in midturn. I don't know how the hell he did it, but whenever he said my name, it cut through all other distractions and made me pause, as if he'd clenched me to him and kissed me. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 55957e5 | It's like you had a coming-out party," Andrea said. "You've been presented to polite society, except now everybody wants to kill you." "Spare me." "Kate Daniels, a debutante." Andrea grinned. "It's not funny." "It's hilarious." The smile slid off Andrea's face and she vomited on the snow. "Karma," I told her." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 697b083 | For all the compasses in the world, there's only one direction, and time is its only measure. | time | Tom Stoppard | |
| 89113df | What's this?" he inquired, none too pleasantly. "A circus?" "No, Julius. It's the end of the circus." "I see. And these are the clowns?" Foaly's head poked through the doorway. "Pardon me for interrupting your extended circus metaphor, but what the hell is that?" | metaphor | Eoin Colfer | |
| e28b24b | A fifeteen-year old, of to save the world, with faries. - Angeline Fowl | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 6609b26 | Vinyaya was being openly antagonistic, and that was an emotion that could be trusted, unless of course it was a bluff and the commander was a secret fan of his, unless it was a double bluff and she really did feel antagonistic. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 1beda5b | The window rattles without you, you bastard. The trees are the cause, rattling in the wind, you jerk, the wind scraping those leaves and twigs against my window. They'll keep doing this, you terrible husband, and slowly wear away our entire apartment building. I know all these facts about you and there is no longer any use for them. What will I do with your license plate number, and where you hid the key outside so we'd never get locked out.. | Daniel Handler | ||
| 91cd67b | Fighting is like champagne. It goes to the heads of cowards as quickly as of heroes. Any fool can be brave on a battlefield when it's be brave or else be killed. | cowards fighting heroes | Margaret Mitchell | |
| e5b96f9 | Mephistopheles: Within the bowels of these elements, Where we are tortured and remain forever. Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be. And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that is not heaven. | hell mephistopheles purgatory | Christopher Marlowe | |
| c82d169 | He belonged to a walled city of the fifteenth century, a city of narrow, cobbled streets, and thin spires, where the inhabitants wore pointed shoes and worsted hose. His face was arresting, sensitive, medieval in some strange inexplicable way, and I was reminded of a portrait seen in a gallery I had forgotten where, of a certain Gentleman Unknown. Could one but rob him of his English tweeds, and put him in black, with lace at his throat and.. | Daphne Du Maurier | ||
| 02bb289 | Want to talk third wave feminism, you could cite Ariel Levy and the idea that women have internalized male oppression. Going to spring break at Fort Lauderdale, getting drunk, and flashing your breasts isn't an act of personal empowerment. It's you, so fashioned and programmed by the construct of patriarchal society that you no longer know what's best for yourself. A damsel too dumb to even know she's in distress. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 01ee0a4 | The book was in her lap; she had read no further. The power to change one's life comes from a paragraph, a lone remark. The lines that penetrate us are slender, like the flukes that live in river water and enter the bodies of swimmers. She was excited, filled with strength. The polished sentences had arrived, it seemed, like so many other things, at just the right time. How can we imagine what our lives should be without the illumination of.. | literature reading words | James Salter | |
| 60a2f67 | Maybe one day the smears of paint Harley left throughout Godspeed will fade, and maybe the stars never will, but i'd rather have Harley's colors. | colors fade stars | Beth Revis | |
| 9ae0e9f | That is what a book is: a million little things, a thousand feelings, hundreds of experiences, all melted together and sculpted into a book-shaped vessel. | Beth Revis | ||
| 0b982d6 | It's only a story, isn't it?"... "Who's to say what's only a story and what's truth disguised as a story?" | David Eddings | ||
| f8f2520 | To be black in the Baltimore of my youth was to be naked before the elements of the world, before all the guns, fists, knives, crack, rape, and disease. The nakedness is not an error, nor pathology. The nakedness is the correct and intended result of policy, the predictable upshot of people forced for centuries to live under fear. | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| ab9a44d | When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 8069bea | Pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so, any more than vanity makes us witty. | pride vanity witty | George Eliot | |
| 2003184 | She thought it was part of the hardship of her life that there was laid upon her the burthen of larger wants than others seemed to feel - that she had to endure this wide hopeless yearning for that something, whatever it was, that was greatest and best on this earth. | George Eliot | ||
| a597803 | Let us record the atoms as they fall upon the mind in the order in which they fall, let us trace the pattern, however disconnected and incoherent in appearance, which each sight or incident scores upon the consciousness. Let us not take it for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small. | authors readers writing | Virginia Woolf | |
| aa18516 | Well, we must wait for the future to show. | patience | Virginia Woolf | |
| cc2f1ee | Books are everywhere; and always the same sense of adventure fills us. Second-hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack. Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world. | books bookstores used-books | Virginia Woolf | |
| c24ea57 | it is fatal for anyone who writes to think of their sex. It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple; one must be woman-manly or man-womanly. It is fatal for a woman to lay the least stress on any grievance; to plead even with justice any cause; in any way to speak consciously as a woman. And fatal is no figure of speech; for anything written with that conscious bias is doomed to death. It ceases to be fertilized. Brilliant and effecti.. | gender gender-identity writing | Virginia Woolf | |
| ad15d1a | If one is to deal with people on a large scale and say what one thinks, how can one avoid melancholy? I don't admit to being hopeless, though: only the spectacle is a profoundly strange one; and as the current answers don't do, one has to grope for a new one, and the process of discarding the old, when one is by no means certain what to put in their place, is a sad one. | modernity sadness | Virginia Woolf |