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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a14db47 | Let go of me or slow down," she demanded as she tried to keep pace with him. He slowed down. "I swear to God, you try the patience of a saint." "You aren't a saint, Brodick, no matter what your mother might have told you." | Julie Garwood | ||
| ed1e85e | I will hate the man you choose because he is not me, and love him if he makes you smile. No woman deserves the sure knowledge of widow's black as her brideprice, you least of all. | love wheel-of-time | Robert Jordan | |
| cd73311 | This election is about the past vs. the future. It's about whether we settle for the same divisions and distractions and drama that passes for politics today or whether we reach for a politics of common sense and innovation, a politics of shared sacrifice and shared prosperity. There are those who will continue to tell us that we can't do this, that we can't have what we're looking for, that we can't have what we want, that we're peddling f.. | Barack Obama | ||
| 0ecff81 | You only get to keep what you refuse to let go of. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 9558cdb | But I knew the truth and that's why I was so sad. Every moment before this one depends on this one. Everything in the history of the world can be proven wrong in one moment. | life paths moments | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| ebccc9d | People around the world were moving from one place to another. No one was staying. | moving the-world traveling | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| c552419 | Nothing was to be lost by beginning at the beginning... | Ian McEwan | ||
| cb8b17b | B]ut pain doesn't listen to reason, it has it's own reason, which is not reasonable. | Milan Kundera | ||
| ac38d03 | Unlike the puerile loyalty to a conviction, loyalty to a friend is a virtue - perhaps the only virtue, the last remaining one. | virtue loyalty | Milan Kundera | |
| 873d969 | lHb blt`ryf hw hdy@ Gyr mshrwT@, 'n tkwn mHbwban bdwn shtrT lhw lbrhn `l~ lHb lHqyqy. lw 'khbrtny mr'@: 'n 'Hbk l'nk dhky, l'nk ly'q, l'nk tbt` ly lhdy, l'nk l tlHq lns, l'nk tGsl l'Tbq.. Hynh s'kwn fy khyb@ 'ml, fhkdh Hb - fy lwq` - hw mshrw` mSlH@ dhty@. km hw 'kthr dq@ 'n nsm`: 'n mjnwn@ bk wlw lm tkn dhkyan 'w ly'qan, Ht~ wlw knt kdhban 'w mGrwran 'w mjrd lqyT! | Milan Kundera | ||
| e41400a | Hajime," she began, "the sad truth is that some things can't go backwards. Once they start going forward, no matter what you do, they can't go back to the way they were. If one little thing goes awry, then that's how it will stay forever." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 29cfef2 | If there's something I can't do but want to, I won't relax until I'm able to do it. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| b2b415a | It's the first thing I always say at our new employee training seminars. I gaze around the room, pick one person, and have him stand up. And this is what I say: I have some good news for you, and some bad news. The bad news first. We're going to have to rip off either your fingernails or your toenails with pliers. I'm sorry, but it's already decided. It can't be changed. I pull out a huge, scary pair of pliers from my briefcase and show the.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d2351f5 | History cannot be erased or altered.Because that would mean killing yourself. | wise-words | Haruki Murakami | |
| 778e731 | At the same time, my anxiety had turned into an anxiety quite lacking in anxiousness. And any anxiety that is not especially anxious is, in the end, an anxiety hardly worth mentioning. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 46971ae | Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard. | sex toru-watanabe norwegian-wood orgasm | Haruki Murakami | |
| 9607106 | When it comes, you'll be dreaming that you don't need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark | poetry | Wisława Szymborska | |
| 9070ee0 | Things won't change unless you change you. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 5acf8dd | It was always easier for me to show love than to say it. The word reminded me of pralines: small, precious, almost unbearable sweet. I would light up in his presence; I felt like a sun in the constellation of his embrace. But trying to put what I felt for him into words diminished it somehow, like pinning a butterfly under glass, or videotaping a comet. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| a344554 | Love has nothing to do with what you're looking at and everything to do with who's looking. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 4ac0663 | How foolish it is to run away with a man who's already run away with someone else... | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 1d6594a | The only person who suffers, when you squirrel alway all that hate, is you. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| dd798fe | Be kind to others before you take care of yourself; make whoever you're with feel like they matter. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| e04c0a3 | Any highway . . . they all take you to the same place, don't they? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 1249fb9 | Love is a tidal wave--not because it sweeps you off your feet, but because it pulls you down and drowns you. | love jodi-picoult samantha-van-leer | jodi picoult samantha van leer | |
| 5e3019a | In reality, you don't ever change the hurricane. You just learn how to stay out of its path. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 17a7322 | I am a coward, damn you! I couldna tell ye, for fear ye would leave me, and unmanly thing that I am, I thought I couldna bear that! | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ad5ad7b | I've seen ye so many times," he said, his voice whispering warm in my ear. "You've come to me so often. When I dreamed sometimes.When I lay in fever. When I was so afraid and so lonely I knew I must die. When I needed you, I would always see ye, smiling, with your hair curling up about your face. But ye never spoke. And ye never touched me." "I can touch you now." I reached up and drew my hand gently down his temple, his ear, the cheek an.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 79ce012 | You ask me why I don't love you, but surely you must believe I am very fond of you and if to desire to possess a person wholly, to admire and honour that person deeply, and to seek to secure that person's happiness in every way is to "love" then perhaps my affection for you is a kind of love. I will tell you this that your soul seems to me to be the most beautiful and simple soul in the world and it may be because I am so conscious of this .. | love uncertainty desire soul | James Joyce | |
| dfda346 | The secret of being a top-notch con man is being able to know what the mark wants, and how to make him think he's getting it. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 26bdbd8 | I'm tired, boss. Tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I'm tired of never having me a buddy to be with to tell me where we's going to, coming from, or why. Mostly, I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world...every day. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head...all the time. Can you understand? ... | Stephen King | ||
| ee2f35c | We all wanted what we wanted, and when the Lord fulfilled HIS purpose rather than ours, we struck out against him. In anger. In disappointment. Yet, it is God's will that prevails. | Francine Rivers | ||
| ebd56e3 | Some people, if they didn't make it hard for themselves, might fall asleep. | Saul Bellow | ||
| b3136c8 | Lunacy is when you can't see the seams where they stitched the world together anymore. | Stephen King as Richard Bachman | ||
| 0335cce | I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,-- The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own." | poetry | Emily Dickinson | |
| fa366c5 | The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B. Once you were beautiful. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 79a4dc3 | She didn't like to be talked about. Equally, she didn't like not to be talked about, when the high-minded chatter rushed on as though she was not there. There was no pleasing her, in fact. She had the grace, even at eleven, to know there was no pleasing her. She thought a lot, analytically, about other people's feelings, and had only just begun to realize that this was not usual, and not reciprocated. | A.S. Byatt | ||
| ee5c0e3 | Families will not be broken. Curse and expel them, send their children wandering, drown them in floods and fires, and old women will make songs of all these sorrows and sit on the porch and sing them on mild evenings. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| f0a8ae4 | There is more beauty than our eyes can bear, precious things have been put into our hands and to do nothing to honor them is to do great harm. | courage world kindness life love inspirational fortitude brave precious stewardship grace deception kind eyes | Marilynne Robinson | |
| 1dbc171 | Weary or bitter of bewildered as we may be, God is faithful. He lets us wander so we will know what it means to come home. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| dcfd40a | I could EAT YOUR HEART & asshole you'd never know it. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 761db6d | The ideal art, the noblest of art: working with the complexities of life, refusing to simplify, to "overcome" doubt." | writing complexity art | Joyce Carol Oates | |
| 1670f1c | There are chapters in every life which are seldom read, and certainly not aloud. | Carol Shields | ||
| 8ff2c5c | You see that old woman? That will never happen to you. You will never grow old, and you will never die. And it means something else too, doesn't it? I shall never ever grow up. | vampire | Anne Rice |