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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3caacaa | The possibility that hope comes out of hopelessness and that the opposite of things carry the seeds of birth - love out of hate, good out of evil. Didn't flowers grow out of dirt? | physchotic-thriller | Robert Cormier | |
| fba97d7 | Perhaps she had not succeeded in 'inspiring' any wonderful ambitions in her pupils, but she had taught them, more by her own sweet personality than by all her careful precepts, that it was good and necessary in the years that were before them to live their lives finely and graciously, holding fast to truth and courtesy and kindness, keeping aloof from all that savoured of falsehood and meanness and vulgarity. They were, perhaps, all unconsc.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 37216e3 | There isn't any such thing as an ordinary life. | living life living-life | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 1f8e86d | I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But I understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 419cf24 | It is important for this country to make its people so obsessed with their own liberal individualism that they do not have time to think about a world larger than self. | individualism liberalism | bell hooks | |
| d160817 | Since the notion that we should all forsake attachment to race and/or cultural identity and be "just humans" within the framework of white supremacy has usually meant that subordinate groups must surrender their identities, beliefs, values, and assimilate by adopting the values and beliefs of privileged-class whites, rather than promoting racial harmony this thinking has created a fierce cultural protectionism." | killing-rage | bell hooks | |
| 3337305 | 'SbHtu fj'@an l 'GDbu mn lns, bl m `dtu 'lHZu wjwdahm. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 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. | heroes cowards fighting | 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. | mephistopheles purgatory hell | 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.. | words literature reading | 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. | stars fade colors | 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. | witty vanity pride | 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. | writing authors readers | 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 used-books bookstores | 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.. | writing gender-identity gender | 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. | sadness modernity | Virginia Woolf | |
| a34d1c6 | As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 4f1024f | The most worthless of mankind are not afraid to condemn in others the same disorders which they allow in themselves; and can readily discover some nice difference in age, character, or station, to justify the partial distinction. | Edward Gibbon | ||
| ade1480 | One thing I've learnt recently: how to think nothing. Here's the trick: don't have any interest in the world around you, don't have any hope for the future, and be warm. | Ned Vizzini | ||
| ac66953 | It is sometimes a mistake to climb. It is always a mistake to never make the attempt. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| ca17601 | I love you, with a touch of tragedy and quite madly. | Simone de Beauvoir | ||
| 7999f3c | Sipping once, sipping twice, sipping chicken soup with rice. | Maurice Sendak | ||
| 4759feb | A life that is, like any other, unlike any other. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 8bcbe93 | We'll win, of course," he said. "You don't want that," said the demon. "Why not, pray?" "Listen," said Crowley desperately, "how many musicians do you think your side have got, eh? First grade, I mean." Aziraphale looked taken aback. "Well, I should think-" he began. "Two," said Crowley. "Elgar and Liszt. That's all. We've got the rest. Beethoven, Brahms, all the Bachs, Mozart, the lot. Can you imagine eternity with Elgar?" | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 9f23bfb | Talk is free but the wise man chooses when to spend his words. | wisdom communication | Neil Gaiman | |
| 0ce92ad | Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end. | ideas | Neil Gaiman | |
| 76de685 | Have you thought about what it means to be a god?" asked the man. He had a beard and a baseball cap. "It means you give up your mortal existence to become a meme: something that lives forever in people's minds, like the tune of a nursery rhyme. It means that everyone gets to re-create you in their own minds. You barely have your own identity any more. Instead, you're a thousand aspects of what people need you to be. And everyone wants somet.. | meme interpretation perception | Neil Gaiman | |
| 8ff81d4 | DEATH: "Mostly they aren't too keen to see me. They fear the sunless lands. But they enter your realm each night without fear." MORPHEUS: "And I am far more terrible than you, sister." | dreams | Neil Gaiman | |
| 6487afe | In fact, the only things in the flat Crowley devoted any personal attention to were the houseplants. They were huge, and green, and glorious, with shiny, healthy, lustrous leaves. This was because, once a week, Crowley went around the flat with a green plastic plant mister spraying the leaves, and talking to the plants.... Although is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did. What he did was put the fear of God into them. More prec.. | humor houseplants | Neil Gaiman | |
| c1bb09f | People talk about books that write themselves, and it's a lie. Books don't write themselves. It takes thought and research and backache and notes and more time and more work than you'd believe. | writing creative-process | Neil Gaiman | |
| af323ee | She had such unusual eyes. They made me think of the seaside, and so I called her Ocean, and could not have told you why. | Neil Gaiman |