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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f1aab35 | I think we deserve a happily-ever-after." "If anyone ever did, it's us." | happy love | Jodi Picoult | |
| 011686b | Sometimes,' he whispered at last, 'sometimes, I dream I am singing, and I wake from it with my throat aching.' He couldn't see her face, or the tears that prickled at the corners of her eyes. 'What do you sing?' she whispered back. She heard the shush of the linen pillow as he shook his head. 'No song I've ever heard, or know,' he said softly. 'But I know I'm singing it for you. | singing | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 317b9d7 | What's that you're doing, Sassenach?" "Making out little Gizmo's birth certificate--so far as I can," I added. "Gizmo?" he said doubtfully. "That will be a saint's name?" "I shouldn't think so, though you never know, what with people named Pantaleon and Onuphrius. Or Ferreolus." "Ferreolus? I dinna think I ken that one." He leaned back, hands linked over his knee. "One of my favorites," I told him, carefully filling in the birthdate and tim.. | humor jamie-fraser outlander saints | Diana Gabaldon | |
| a4c61d0 | It's all now you see. Yesterday won't be over until tomorrow and tomorrow began ten thousand years ago. For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it's still not yet two o'clock on that July afternoon in 1863, the brigades are in position behind the rail fence, the guns are laid and ready in the woods and the furled flags are already loosened to break out and Pickett himself with .. | William Faulkner | ||
| fabda18 | People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep. | James Joyce | ||
| 26854fc | Youth hasn't got anything to do with chronological age. It's times of hope and happiness. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| 41f3098 | There is little point in teaching anything backwards. The whole object of life, Headmistress, is to go forwards. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 51d4015 | Like I said...fine with me. | Alice Walker | ||
| 13b4d3e | It is one of the major tragedies that nothing is more discomforting than the hearty affection of the Old Friends who never were friends. | humor misanthropy | Sinclair Lewis | |
| 21bc25a | I'm a heart surgeon, sure, but I'm just a mechanic. I go in and I fuck around and I fix things. Shit. | fix heart love mechanic swearing work | Raymond Carver | |
| 06cb272 | I mean you have been disappointed in love, but don't you know how many things there are to be disappointed in besides love? You are lucky to be still disappointed in love. Later it may be even more terrible. | Saul Bellow | ||
| 08041ac | For all the pain you suffered, my mama. For all the torment of your past and future years, my mama. For all the anguish this picture of pain will cause you. For the unspeakable mystery that brings good fathers and sons into the world and lets a mother watch them tear at each other's throats. For the Master of the Universe, whose suffering world I do not comprehend. For dreams of horror, for nights of waiting, for memories of death, for the .. | asher-lev hasidic hasidic-judaism jew jewish judaism pain paint painting suffering torment | Chaim Potok | |
| 48db066 | Seeds must be sown everywhere. Only some will bear fruit. But there would not be the fruit from the few had the many not been sown | Chaim Potok | ||
| 6b0ea65 | Happiness means being close to the one you love, that's all. (Taking immediate possession is not necessary.) | love | Orhan Pamuk | |
| 99fd9d7 | The real question is how much suffering we've caused our womenfolk by turning headscarves into symbols - and using women as pawns in a political game. | politics secularism | Orhan Pamuk | |
| 4205e72 | I was trying not to be happy, hopeful. I did not believe I deserved happiness or even hope, if you knew my soul. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| a36082f | A summer rain had left the night clean and sparkling with drops of water. I leaned against the end pillar of the gallery, my head touching the soft tendrils of a jasmine which grew there in a constant battle with a wisteria, and I thought of what lay before me throughout the world and throughout time, and resolved to go about it delicately and reverently, learning that from each thing which would take me best to another. | Anne Rice | ||
| 3142740 | I allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in love with Lestat's iridescent eyes, that I'd sold my soul for a many-colored and luminescent thing, thinking that a highly reflective surface conveyed the power to walk on water. | Anne Rice | ||
| c56a2e2 | Okay, I'm dreaming. Hallucinating. Brought on by stress. I had a hard day today and this is my mind trying to protect itself from...from stuff. Lots of stuff. (Geary) (Arik, Trieg, and ZT stare at Geary.) Oh, like I'm any less sane than the three of you just because I talk to myself. (Geary) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 8a5a992 | Professor Tillman. Most of us here are not scientists, so you may need to be a little less technical.' This sort of thing is incredibly annoying. People can tell you the supposed characteristics of a Gemini or a Taurus and will spend five days watching a cricket match, but cannot find the interest or the time to learn the basics of what they, as humans, are made up of. | Graeme Simsion | ||
| 93092b9 | I remember hearing myself start to whimper, a five-year-old, crouched by the side of the road, staring into my father's eyes, whimpering because it was so dark and there was no one coming to help, whimpering because my mother was back in the crushed car, not moving, and my father was lying here in the dirt, not answering me, not holding me, not comforting me, not helping my mother get out of the car, and there was blood, so much blood, and .. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| b57c943 | He leaned her back against the tub, setting her head on the edge, then washed her shoulders. "I know I left you once." She opened her mouth, wanting to say it didn't matter, it was forgotten. But it wasn't. "I know I hurt you." Again, she wanted to argue. But she couldn't. "I know I said I won't leave you again, but I also know that's not enough, and that the only way you're going to trust that I won't leave is if I don't". He slid the .. | karl | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 4fe505b | I'd always thought of myself as an open-minded person. I had no patience with anyone who put down other kids because of their race, religion, or sexuality. But that's just one kind of open-mindedness. There's another kind, too, the kind that's willing to see people for who they really are and admit when you were wrong about them. That's the part I still need to work on. | maya-delaney open-mindedness | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 77884a3 | Oh my God. You're a witch-hunter. I'm a witch. Hate to break it to you Daniel, but if you're a witch-hunter? You're doing it wrong." He gave me a sidelong smile. "Maybe it's not that kind of hunting." "Then you're definitely doing it wrong." | maya the-gathering | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 1bb5945 | Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying. | Albert Camus | ||
| 846c05b | Thinking is learning all over again how to see, directing one's consciousness, making of every image a privileged place. | the-myth-of-sisyphus thinking thought | Albert Camus | |
| ad1e02b | Because when I thought of him, of his voice, his hypnotic eyes, the magnetic force of his personality, I wanted nothing more than to be with him right now. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 8c4d151 | I know Okay, Sorry. I am. Look, I'm human. It's hard to be fair sometimes. We don't always feel the right thing, do the right thing | stephenie-meyer the-host wanda | Stephenie Meyer | |
| b1b92d0 | We value the individual. We probably put too much emphasis on the individual, if it comes right down to it. How many people, in the abstract, would...let's say Paige....how many people would she sacrifice to keep Andy alive? The answer wouldn't make any sense if you were looking at the whole of humanity as equals. | jeb parasites the-individual | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 0ef8db7 | Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 746590a | Mostly I dream about being with you forever. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| e886262 | Immediately when you arrive in Sahara, for the first or the tenth time, you notice the stillness. An incredible, absolute silence prevails outside the towns; and within, even in busy places like the markets, there is a hushed quality in the air, as if the quiet were a conscious force which, resenting the intrusion of sound, minimizes and disperses sound straightaway. Then there is the sky, compared to which all other skies seem fainthearted.. | Paul Bowles | ||
| fc2f76a | I'm tired of carrying around the weight of the world. I'm just going to lay it down now. It's my time to die, and it's your time to live. Don't mess it up. | live suicide tired | Sue Monk Kidd | |
| 5504f74 | I promise you, no one judges me more harshly than I do myself; I caused a brilliant wreckage. Some say I fell from grace; they're being kind. I didn't fall - I dove. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 0c4684d | HAMM: We're not beginning to... to... mean something? CLOV: Mean something! You and I, mean something! (Brief laugh.) Ah that's a good one! | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 00023d4 | At that moment, in the sunset on Watership Down, there was offered to General Woundwort the opportunity to show whether he was really the leader of vision and genius which he believed himself to be, or whether he was no more than a tyrant with the courage and cunning of a pirate. For one beat of his pulse the lame rabbit's idea shone clearly before him. He grasped it and realized what it meant. The next, he had pushed it away from him. | leadership | Richard Adams | |
| 01f22a7 | I see again my schoolroom in Vyra, the blue roses of the wallpaper, the open window.... Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die. | memory | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 40e925c | How small the cosmos (a kangaroo's pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness, to a single individual recollection, and its expression in words! | recollection | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 96ad59d | I am sentimental,' she said. 'I could dissect a koala but not its baby. I like the words damozel, eglantine, elegant. I love when you kiss my elongated white hand. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 7d063ec | Once upon a time there lived in Berlin, Germany, a man called Albinus. He was rich, respectable, happy; one day he abandoned his wife for the sake of a youthful mistress; he loved; was not loved; and his life ended in disaster. This is the whole of the story and we might have left it at that had there not been profit and pleasure in the telling; and although there is plenty of space on a gravestone to contain, bound in moss, the abridged ve.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| ff0cac6 | There is nothing more atrociously cruel than an adored child. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 9ef8479 | He was powerless because he had no precise desire, and this tortured him because he was vainly seeking something to desire. He could not even make himself stretch out his hand to switch on the light. The simple transition from intention to action seemed an unimaginable miracle. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| d0bdd6e | Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| df97603 | In and out of my heart flowed my rainbow blood. | Vladimir Nabokov |