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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d052c12 | He's a two-faced, cutthroat, dirt-dumb, chicken shit, slimy, little bastard with a bright future in politics. | John Grisham | ||
| bbc8782 | How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck chlamydia? | sarah-mlynowski std ten-things-we-did | Sarah Mlynowski | |
| 73a923e | He tells me I look as if I could use a hugand i laugh at him and he ignores me and steps forward and puts his arms around me and hugs me. I warm at the simple pleasure of human contact and for the first time in a long time i actually feel good." (James Frey, pg.38)" | happy hug | James Frey | |
| 8930220 | The professional has learned that success, like happiness, comes as a by-product of work. The professional concentrates on the work and allows rewards to come or not come, whatever they like. | professionalism work | Steven Pressfield | |
| a6049fc | pst tryn adm h anhyy hstnd khh | Ernesto Sabato | ||
| 9bf22bd | A life had been ruined. What was it for: just some social media drama? I think our natural disposition as humans is to plod along until we get old and stop. But with social media, we've created a stage for constant artificial high drama. Every day a new person emerges as a magnificent hero or a sickening villain. It's all very sweeping, and not the way we actually are as people. | Jon Ronson | ||
| 4fbca17 | There is nothing I dislike more in the world than people who care more about ideology than they do about people. | Jon Ronson | ||
| 9d99153 | If I didn't care about doing right and didn't feel uncomfortable doing wrong, I should get on capitally. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| f0b4225 | Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day. | social-justice | Charles Dickens | |
| 3380278 | Marley was dead, to begin with ... This must be distintly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate. | Charles Dickens | ||
| e0d90a4 | It's the sorrow you feel that allows you to crave love. Without the suffering, there would be no true pleasure. Without tears, no joy. Without deficiency, no longing. This is the secret of the human heart, Rom. | Ted Dekker | ||
| 9a58db5 | You never read Spider-Man? Accepting your true identity means understanding that you are a stranger to this world. A freak, ostracized by the very people you want to help. | Ted Dekker | ||
| 8cbd5fb | When there is an invisible elephant in the room, one is from time to time bound to trip over a trunk. | Karen Joy Fowler | ||
| dfef54d | We became acquainted with starry skies the girls had gazed at while camping years before, and the boredom of summers traipsing from back yard to front to back again, and even a certain indefinable smell that arose from toilets on rainy nights, which the girls called "sewery." We knew what it felt like to see a boy with his shirt off, and why it made Lux write the name Kevin in purple Magic Marker all over her three-ring binder and even on h.. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| e4e6b91 | She wanted out of that decorating scheme. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 511f1df | Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine. | Truman Capote | ||
| 89e17b4 | It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 2a2ce1c | Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose. | Edith Wharton | ||
| b0ea153 | The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future. | Edith Wharton | ||
| babb744 | That was it. That was really it. She knew that she had told herself that that was it only seconds earlier, but this was now the final real ulimate it. | Douglas Adams | ||
| e75cc36 | The storm had now definitely abated, and what thunder there was now grumbled over more distant hills, like a man saying 'And another thing...' twenty minutes after admitting he'd lost the argument. | Douglas Adams | ||
| d0a0a7f | What was the self-sacrifice?" I jettisoned half of a much-loved and I think irreplaceable pair of shoes." Why was that self-sacrifice?" Because they were mine!" said Ford, crossly. I think we have different value systems." Well mine's better." | Douglas Adams | ||
| 6e1660c | A doctor, a logician and a marine biologist had also just arrived, flown in at phenomenal expense from Maximegalon to try to reason with the lead singer who had locked himself in the bathroom with a bottle of pills and was refusing to come out till it could be proved conclusively to him that he wasn't a fish. The bass player was busy machine-gunning his bedroom and the drummer was nowhere on board. Frantic inquiries led to the discovery tha.. | happiness hitchhikers-guide-to-the-galaxy humor logic music rock-stars | Douglas Adams | |
| 7c90040 | I've had the sort of day that would make St. Francis of Assisi kick babies. | Douglas Adams | ||
| fa71d6e | Fire, fear, foes! Awake! | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 6d6c5cb | I'll get there, if I leave everything but my bones behind," said Sam. "And I'll carry Mr. Frodo up myself, if it breaks my back and heart." | courage friendship inspirational | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 16a1e37 | Even the smallest person can change the course of the future. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| e96cbb0 | Frodo: I can't do this, Sam. Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness, and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even d.. | hobbit osgiliath samwise ttt-movie | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| e9cad92 | Yes, I am white now,' said Gandalf. 'Indeed I am Saruman, one might almost say, Saruman as he should have been. | transformation | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 300fdf0 | I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun; and behold! the Shadow has departed! I will be a Shieldmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren. | Éowyn fantasy healing return-of-the-king | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 5f742b4 | Never laugh at live dragons, Bilbo you fool!' he said to himself, and it became a favourite saying of his later, and passed into a proverb. 'You aren't nearly through this adventure yet,' he added, and that was pretty true as well. | J. R. R. Tolkien | ||
| eaca1dc | Coloured people don't like . Burn it. White people don't feel good about . Burn it. Someone's written a book on tobacco and cancer of the lungs? The cigarette people are weeping? Burn the book. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| a60bde9 | Beauty is power and elegance, right action, form fitting function, intelligence, and reasonability. And very often expressed in curves. | Kim Stanley Robinson | ||
| 6dc6394 | If every event which occurred could be given a name, there would be no need for stories. | stories storytelling | John Berger | |
| 6d28959 | Fine. Such a stupid word really. It feels empty and weightless. It's the kind of word you use to hide the truth. | childhood-friends college-romance love-story | Krista Ritchie | |
| 7f97e41 | God promised to make you free. He never promised to make you independent. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 0a124fa | One of the most pusillanimous things we of the female sex have done throughout the centuries is to have allowed the male sex to assume that mankind is masculine. It is not. It takes both male and female to make the image of God. The proper understanding of mankind is that it is only a poor, broken thing if either male or female is excluded. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 12e9bbd | We are suspicious of grace. We are afraid of the very lavishness of the gift. | madeleine-l-engle walking-on-water | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 8965244 | In your language you have a form of poetry called the sonnet...There are fourteen lines, I believe, all in iambic pentameter. That's a very strict rhythm or meter...And each line has to end with a rigid pattern. And if the poet does not do it exactly this way, it is not a sonnet...But within this strict form the poet has complete freedom to say whatever he wants...You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you sa.. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 3d4ae58 | Look at me, Mariam.' Reluctantly, Mariam did. Nana said, 'Learn this now and learn it well, my daughter: Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. You remember that, Mariam. | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| d66782e | she held her breath, and in her head, counted seconds. She pretended that for each second she didn't breathe, God would grant her another day | Khaled Hosseini | ||
| 4f739e2 | Never thee stop believin' in th' Big Good Thing an' knowin' th' world's full of it - and call it what tha' likes. Tha' wert singin' to it when I come into t' garden. | Frances Hodgson Burnett | ||
| a42b8ca | Economics is a study of cause-and-effect relationships in an economy. It's purpose is to discern the consequences of various ways of allocating resources which have alternative uses. It has nothing to say about philosophy or values, anymore than it has to say about music or literature. | economy politcal-pandering socialism | Thomas Sowell | |
| d536eaf | Why can't we be friends now?" said the other, holding him affectionately. "It's what I want. It's what you want." But the horses didn't want it -- they swerved apart: the earth didn't want it, sending up rocks through which riders must pass single file; the temple, the tank, the jail, the palace, the birds, the carrion, the Guest House, that came into view as they emerged from the gap and saw Mau beneath: they didn't want it, they said in t.. | friendship | E.M. Forster |