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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f9112d0 | Jewels, lies, slips of paper, dried flowers, memories of thing long past, useless quotations, idle hands, beads, buttons, and mischief. | Holly Black | ||
| 450b6e9 | Gifts are very useful to con men. Gifts create a feeling of debt, an itchy anxiety that the recipient is eager to be rid of by repaying. So eager, in fact, that people will often overpay just to be relieved of it. A single spontaneously given cup of coffee can make a person feel obligated to sit through a lecture on a religion they don't care about. The gift of a tiny, wilted flower can make the recipient give to a charity they dislike. Gif.. | Holly Black | ||
| da6a48b | They luxuriated in the feeling of deep and all pervading satisfaction, a feeling of knowing absolutely that all was well with the world and them and that the world was not only their oyster it was also their linguine with clam sauce. Not only were all things possible, but all things were theirs. | satisfaction | Hubert Selby Jr. | |
| 4c2260c | America I've given you all and now I'm nothing... I can't stand my own mind. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| f12d3ef | Things change when you're not in danger anymore. | change danger life | Mitch Albom | |
| 3e2263e | Tears are okay [Morrie Schwartz] | tuesdays-with-morrie | Mitch Albom | |
| 1b94aa9 | You must take care to light the matches one at a time. If a powerful emotion should ignite them all at once, they would produce a splendor so dazzling that it would illuminate far beyond what we can normally see; and then a brilliant tunnel would appear before our eyes, revealing the path we forgot the moment we were born, and summoning us to regain the divine origins we had lost. The soul ever longs to return to the place from which it cam.. | Laura Esquivel | ||
| d94923f | We've already established whoever is writing us is an asshole. | John Scalzi | ||
| df2f935 | There is evil! It's actual, like cement. I can't believe it. I can't stand it. Evil is not a view ... it's an ingredient in us. In the world. Poured over us, filtering into our bodies, minds, hearts, into the pavement itself. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 19a292a | lns ynswn lkhyr bsr`@ wlw knw mn Sny'`h, flshy' lwHyd ldh~ ykhld dhkrk hw lshr. | Naguib Mahfouz | ||
| f1ea590 | Nobody is driven by abstractions like 'seeking truth. | science | Michael Crichton | |
| a3d74d0 | Nobody has a more sacred obligation to obey the law than those who make the law. | Jean Anouilh | ||
| dca2321 | I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant. | Aimee Bender | ||
| ad0f5e4 | yesterday someone sent a message that was signed GOD! bernard said. really? dap said. i didn't know he was signed onto the system | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 094d706 | That's what it's going to be then, brothers, as I come to the like end of this tale. You have been everywhere with your little droog Alex, suffering with him, and you have viddied some of the most grahzny bratchnies old Bog ever made, all on to your old droog Alex. And all it was was that I was young. But now as I end this story, brothers, I am not young, not no longer, oh no. Alex like groweth up, oh yes. But where I itty now, O my brother.. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 2f02565 | Senseless violence is a prerogative of youth, which has much energy but little talent for the constructive. | violence youth | Anthony Burgess | |
| 07e4572 | I'll look as if I'm dead, and that won't be true.' I said nothing. 'You understand. It's too far. I can't take this body with me. It's too heavy.' I said nothing. 'But it'll be like an old abandoned shell. There's nothing sad about an old shell...' I said nothing. 'It'll be nice, you know. I'll be looking at the stars, too. All the stars will be wells with a rusty pulley. All the stars will pour out water for me to drink...' I said nothing... | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | ||
| 5037730 | Your arrogance is rooted in stupidity. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 22ebda5 | I would do anything to keep her safe. Kill. Heal. Die. Anything. Because she was my everything - Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 5ca6d59 | It can't be that bad. I have to try it." I bit back a mad grin. I was so not going to stop her. "Uh, Ash, I really wouldn't suggest doing that," Daemon began. Party pooper, I thought, but Ash was a determined little alien." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 4ce5b59 | I'll burn the world down to save her | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| a746b0a | Throughout our lives, no one could figure out how we were so close, but when friendships begin with cupcakes--chocolate, at that--no truer bond develops. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 98e4b58 | Daemon's gaze slipped from his brother to me then back to his brother. "Are we having a slumber party? And I'm not invited?" | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| f75f924 | What's wrong with you?" "I don't know. I probably got alien cooties." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| d31ca02 | To Helen I saw thee once-once only-years ago; I must not say how many-but not many. It was a july midnight; and from out A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring, Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven, There fell a silvery-silken veil of light, With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber Upon the upturn'd faces of a thousand Roses that grew in an enchanted garden, Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe- Fell on t.. | edgar-allan-poe poetry romance | Edgar Allen Poe | |
| 5ad106b | And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage. | Edgar Allan Poe | ||
| 1747f69 | Throw up whatever's making you sick, Darren," he said, "then get your behind back in here." | Darren Shan | ||
| eb84b4e | Genius does not excuse evil. | Rick Riordan | ||
| b6b7f4b | Zia," I said, "that's a goddess. She defeated Bast. What chance do you have?" Zia held up her staff and the carved lion's head burst into flames - a small red fireball so bright, it lit the entire room. "I am a scribe in the House of LIfe, Sadie Kane. I am trained to fight gods." | Rick Riordan | ||
| 7d37929 | I turned to Thalia. 'I'll hold the flower while you beat up the thief?' She sighed. 'Fine. Let's go catch this jerk. | thalia | Rick Riordan | |
| 2371699 | Sure, they only had ten days to stop the giants from waking Gaia. Sure, he could die before dinnertime. But he loved being told that something was impossible. It was like someone handing him a lemon meringue pie and telling him not to throw it. He just couldn't resist the challenge. | temptation | Rick Riordan | |
| 554c1d6 | He rushed past the usual fragments of painful memories - his mother smiling down at him, her face illuminated by the sunlight rippling off the Venetian Grand Canal; his sister Bianca laughing as she pulled him across the Mall in Washington, D.C., her green floppy hat shading her eyes and the splash of freckles across her nose. He saw Percy Jackson on a snowy cliff outside Westover Hall, shielding Nico and Bianca from the manticore as Nico c.. | Rick Riordan | ||
| d910fff | Hello Ra," he said in a kindly voice. "It's been a long time." A feeble voice from behind the chair said,"Can't play. Go away." "would you like a treat?" Apophis asked. "we used to play so nicely together. Every night, trying to kill each other. Don't you remember?" Ra poked his head above the throne. "Treat?" "How about a stuffed date?" Apophis pulled one out of the air. "You used to love stuffed dates, didn't you? All you have to do is .. | carter ra weasel-cookies | Rick Riordan | |
| 5480776 | No one can hate you more than someone who used to love you. | Rick Riordan | ||
| c594cc9 | My eyes were gray--more like my cousin Annabeth's than my mom's. | Rick Riordan | ||
| bc6732f | Good luck is a sham. True success requires sacrifice. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 8f3d132 | Never bet against a cat. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 5ad6260 | Everything living deserves a chance to grow. | Rick Riordan | ||
| c89d661 | You are who you are. I know you. You believe that? "Yea but--" "You're Eve Dallas. You're the love of my life. My heart and Soul. You're a cop, mind and bone. You're a woman of strength and resilience. Stubborn, hardheaded, occassionally mean as a badger, and more generous that you'll admit." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 7663b89 | I love you, Eve." She looked away from the sun, the ocean, and into his eyes. And it was wonderful, and for the moment, it was simple. "I missed you." She pressed her cheek to his and held him tightly. "I really missed you. I wore one of your shirts." She could laugh at herself now because he was here. She could smell him, touch him. "I actually went into your closet and stole one of your shirts--one of the black silk ones you have dozens .. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 6ce4421 | I want a riot laser," Eve snapped at Peabody. "Full body armor." She yanked a six-inch combat knife from its leather sheath and watched with glee, as its wicked serrated edge caught the sunlight through her little window. Peabody's eyes popped. "Sir?" "I'm going down to maintenance, and I'm going locked and loaded. I'm taking those piss-brain sons of bitches out, one by one. Then I'm going to haul what's left of the bodies into my vehicle a.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| a941844 | Okay. Look, why don't you take care of the half a million things you've been letting dangle in Roarke's Empire of Everything?" "Catchy title. I may use it one day." | humor roarke | J.D. Robb | |
| ead6b2a | All three caravans of the Traveling Symphony are labeled as such, THE TRAVELING SYMPHONY lettered in white on both sides, but the lead caravan carries an additional line of text: | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 40ae1eb | I've come to think of my lizard brain as basically a version of Felix. It's totally random and makes no sense and you can't let it run your life. If we let Felix run our lives, we'd all wear superhero costumes all day long and eat nothing but ice-cream. But if you try to fight Felix, all you get is wails and screams and tantrums, and it all gets more and more stressy. So the thing is to listen to him with half an ear and nod your head and t.. | Sophie Kinsella |