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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b359ece | Garlic is divine. Few food items can taste so many distinct ways, handled correctly. Misuse of garlic is a crime...Please, treat your garlic with respect...Avoid at all costs that vile spew you see rotting in oil in screwtop jars. Too lazy to peel fresh? You don't deserve to eat garlic. | garlic | Anthony Bourdain | |
| 7424e4d | One of the few things in life that cannot possibly do harm in the end is the honest pursuit of the truth. | life truth | Peter Kreeft | |
| c17e925 | The Viscount stepped into the room. "Came to see if you was dead," he said. "Laid Pom odds you weren't." Lethbridge passed his hand across his eyes. "I'm not," he replied in a faint voice. "No. I'm sorry," said the Viscount simply. He wandered over to the table and sat down. "Horry said she killed you, Pom said So she might, I said No. Nonsense." Lethbridge still holding a hand to his aching head tried to pull himself together. "Did you?" h.. | Georgette Heyer | ||
| 2cd1c38 | criteria eclipses fulfilled-prophecies materialism materialistic-science prophecies record science | Carl Sagan | ||
| 1e7fbed | I've always thought an agnostic is an atheist without the courage of his convictions. | Carl Sagan | ||
| 255210f | The greatest obstacle to pleasure is not pain; it is delusion. | Stephen Greenblatt | ||
| 5251d63 | You do not have to be me in order for us to fight alongside each other. I do not have to be you to recognize that our wars are the same. What we must do is commit ourselves to some future that can include each other and to work toward that future with the particular strengths of our individual identities. And in order for us to do this, we must allow each other our differences at the same time as we recognize our sameness. | Audre Lorde | ||
| 25fcde2 | Each life is formed by its unique image, an image that is the essence of that life and calls it to a destiny. As the force of fate, this image acts as a personal daimon, an accompanying guide who remembers your calling. | metaphor myth | James Hillman | |
| f1def26 | Only through time time is conquered | T.S. Eliot | ||
| 320e54e | A person's life story is equal to what they have plus what they want most in the world, minus what they're actually willing to sacrifice for it. | Craig Clevenger | ||
| afee89c | I have my own matches and sulphur, and I'll make my own hell. | life | Rudyard Kipling | |
| 3a22dd1 | An unhappy childhood was not) an unsuitable preparation for my future, in that it demanded a constant wariness, the habit of observation, and the attendance on moods and tempers; the noting of discrepancies between speech and action; a certain reserve of demeanour; and automatic suspicion of sudden favours. | observation unhappiness writers writing | Rudyard Kipling | |
| 31c8bd6 | So with curious eyes and sick surmise We watched him day by day, And wondered if each one of us Would end the self-same way, | eyes hell oscar-wilde soul | Oscar Wilde | |
| 3711e62 | No, you don't feel it now. Some day, when you are old and wrinkled and ugly, when thought has seared your forehead with its lines, and passion branded your lips with itshideous fires, you will feel it, you will feel it terribly.Now, wherever you go, you charm the world. Will it always be so? . . . You have a wonderfully beautiful face, Mr. Gray. Don't frown. You have. And beauty is a form of genius-- is higher, indeed, than genius, as it .. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 2caca4c | Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the marketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, for can it be weighed out in the balance for gold. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 3d13d2e | You, who know all the secrets of life, tell me how to charm Sibyl Vane to love me! I want to make Romeo jealous, I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| bb89cd1 | Every now and then she looked around for tangible evidence of his having ever been there. Where were the butterflies? the blueberries? the whistling reed? She could find nothing, for he had left nothing but his stunning absence. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 4648901 | Just know that it's fear that keeps most people working at a job. The fear of not paying their bills. The fear of being fired. The fear of not having enough money. the fear of starting over. That's the price of studying to learn a profession or trade, and then working for money. Most people become a slave to money... and then get angry at their boss. | Robert T. Kiyosaki | ||
| b3d16de | Imagination is more important than information. Einstein said that, and he should know. And they come. And they look. And we push. And they fly. We to stay and die on our beds. They to go and die howsoever, yet inspiring those who come after them to find their own edge. And fly. | Robert Fulghum | ||
| a9fd86f | I need not describe the feelings of those whose dearest ties are rent by that most irreparable evil, the void that presents itself to the soul, and the despair that is exhibited on the countenance. It is so long before the mind can persuade itself that she whom we saw every day and whose very existence appeared a part of our own can have departed forever--that the brightness of a beloved eye can have been extinguished and the sound of a voi.. | mourning | Mary Shelley | |
| 6a441b6 | Yes, Boss?' Dorcas, the last twenty or thirty years I've been a worthless, no-good parasite.' She yawned again. 'Everybody knows that.' Nevermind the flattery. There comes a time in every man's life when he has to stop being sensible--a time to stand up and be counted--strike a blow for liberty--smite the wicked.' Ummm...' So quit yawning, the time has come.' She glanced down. 'Maybe I had better get dressed. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| a5f24f9 | But, he thought, I keep them with precision. Only I have no luck anymore. But who knows? Maybe today. Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready. | precision | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 7422e53 | For a poet he threw a very accurate milk bottle. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| e8d4be5 | I wanted you to thank you for being my friend and letting me play a part in your story. | seymour sita | Christopher Pike | |
| e7a54ad | Who Am I? Or (Perhaps More Accurately) Who Else Could Be Me? | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| fe345eb | Modern romance, like Greek tragedy, celebrates the mystery of dismemberment, which is life in time. The happy ending is justly scorned as a misrepresentation; for the world, as we know it, as we have seen it, yields but one ending: death, disintegration, dismemberment, and the crucifixion of our heart with the passing of the forms that we have loved. | death life love tragedy | Joseph Campbell | |
| 23e3bb3 | We need myths that will identify the individual not with his local group but with the planet. | Joseph Campbell | ||
| 04e0609 | That's because you're interpreting it the wrong way. I didn't mean it as a wistful, overdramatic declaration. I mean that the love I felt for him was huge and real, and, while painful, it forever changed me as a person, in the same way that being your brother reflects and changes how I evolve, and vice versa. The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart,.. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 671c56b | My heart literally aches, that shit is not made up; it hurts for an unexpected, brief time warp of suddenly wanting and longing and believing, but then not having. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 9e1137e | Tohr shook his head. "If you're going to get plastered, why can't you do it like areal man." "I like the taste of fruit." "You are what you drink." The angel glanced up at the clock, "Shit. I missed Maury. But, I DVR'd Ellen." -- | lassiter tohr | J.R. Ward | |
| ca5e91b | Let him go, V. And let him take her where he needs to go." As Wrath's voice cut through the drama, the urge to go pyrotechnic became nearly irresistible. Like they needed another kibitzer? And fuck-that on the command. V squeezed the surgeon's collar trash-bag tight. "You are not taking her anywhere--" The hand on V's shoulder was heavy, and Wrath's voice had an edge like a dagger. "And you're not in charge here. She's my responsibility, no.. | wrath | J.R. Ward | |
| 8f81734 | A hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. "How'd you like to stay for dinner?" Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of marking--was that a tattoo, on his face? "How'd you like to be dinner?" said another one, who looked like some kind of model." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 9b46eff | Love can conquer everything but reality. | J.R. Ward | ||
| ba437a4 | As the two of them came up against each other, Qhuinn's mouth dropped open. But not because he was shocked an not because he wanted in on the action. He simply couldn't breathe. It was as if his ribs had frozen along with his heart. No...no, goddamn it, no... "Tell me something," Saxton whispered. "Have you ever kissed a male before?" Yes, he has, Qhuinn wanted to scream - Blay shook his head. He actually shook his head." | J.R. Ward | ||
| d787556 | I have peanut M&M's up there." "Not my style" "Raisinets." "Feh." "Sam Adams." Thor narrowed his eyes. "Cold?" "Downright icy." Thor crossed his arms over his chest and told him self he was not pouting like a five-year-old. "I want Milk Duds." | lassiter thor | J.R. Ward | |
| b98cfd4 | Then from those profound slumbers we awake in a dawn, not knowing who we are, being nobody, newly born, ready for anything, the brain emptied of that past which was life until then. And perhaps it is more wonderful still when our landing at the waking-point is abrupt and the thoughts of our sleep, hidden by a cloak of oblivion, have no time to return to us gradually, before sleep ceases. Then, from the black storm through which we seem to h.. | renewal self void | Marcel Proust | |
| 20ae0ed | A little tap at the window, as though some missile had struck it, followed by a plentiful, falling sound, as light, though, as if a shower of sand were being sprinkled from a window overhead; then the fall spread, took on an order, a rhythm, became liquid, loud, drumming, musical, innumerable, universal. It was the rain | Marcel Proust | ||
| e1bda2a | I'm neither your friend nor your frenemy, unless you have what I want. In that case, I'm not only your enemy, I'm your nightmare. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| fae09ef | He was a graduate of West Point, which is military academy that turns young men into homicidal maniacs for use in war. | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| bec8e9e | I could carve a better man out of a banana. | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| 5d943c3 | So I went to New York City to be born again. It was and remains easy for most Americans to go somewhere else and start anew. I wasn't like my parents. I didn't have any supposedly sacred piece of land or shoals of friends to leave behind. Nowhere has the number zero been of more philisophical value than in the United States.... and when the [train] plunged into a tunnel under New York City, with it's lining of pipes and wires, I was out of .. | new-york-city rebirth | Kurt Vonnegut | |
| ec5e553 | Tis better to have love and lust Than to let our apparatus rust. | lechery love lust | Kurt Vonnegut | |
| 5157532 | Cold," he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist. | John Green | ||
| f7c4989 | Could the two people who are making out please be quiet?" the Colonel asked loudly from his sleeping bag. "Those of us who are not making out are drunk and tired." | funny humor kisses kissing laura looking-for-alaska love making-out miles quote sexy sleeping teenager the-colonel tired young-adult | John Green |