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  • #181
    Libba Bray
    “It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.”
    Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

  • #182
    Libba Bray
    “I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.”
    Libba Bray

  • #183
    Libba Bray
    “I run after her, not really giving chase. I’m running because I can, because I must.
    Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.”
    Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty
    tags: life

  • #184
    Libba Bray
    “Because you don't notice the light without a bit of shadow. Everything has both dark and light. You have to play with it till you get it exactly right.”
    Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty

  • #185
    Bill Watterson
    “Careful. We don't want to learn from this.”
    Bill Watterson

  • #186
    Libba Bray
    “What frightens you?
    What makes the hair on your arms rise, your palms sweat, the breath catch in your chest like a wild thing caged?
    Is it the dark? A fleeting memory of a bedtime story, ghosts and goblins and witches hiding in the shadows? Is it the way the wind picks up just before a storm, the hint of wet in the air that makes you want to scurry home to the safety of your fire?
    Or is it something deeper, something much more frightening, a monster deep inside that you've glimpsed only in pieces, the vast unknown of your own soul where secrets gather with a terrible power, the dark inside?”
    Libba Bray

  • #187
    Libba Bray
    “Eve didn't choose to eat the apple. She was tempted by the serpent."
    "Yes," I argue, thoughts coming out half-formed. "But...she didn't have to take a bite. She chose to.”
    Libba Bray

  • #189
    Libba Bray
    “If God has nothing better to do than punish schoolgirls for a bit of tomfoolery, then I've no use for God. ”
    Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

  • #190
    Libba Bray
    “I shan't ever understand your willingness to lie down and die," Felicity bars. "If you won't at least try to fight, I have no sympathy for you.”
    Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

  • #191
    Bill Watterson
    “Calvin: Look, a dead bird!
    Hobbes: It must've hit a window.
    Calvin: Isn't it beautiful? It's so delicate. Sighhh... once it's too late, you appreciate what a miracle life is. You realize that nature is ruthless and our existence is very fragile, temporary, and precious. But to go on with your daily affairs, you can't really think about that...which is probably why everyone takes the world for granted and why we act so thoughtlessly. It's very confusing. I suppose it will all make sense when we grow up.
    Hobbes: No doubt.”
    Bill Watterson, There's Treasure Everywhere

  • #192
    Libba Bray
    “I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I understand what it costs him to hide it all.”
    Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty
    tags: pain

  • #194
    Libba Bray
    “Look, I know this seems a little half-assed...' 'No, dude. I'd be thrilled if this plan were half-assed. This is, like, no-assed.' 'You're right. It's the most no-assed thing I've ever done in my life.”
    Libba Bray, Going Bovine

  • #195
    Libba Bray
    “A hedgehog flies from the safety of a bush, startling me. It darts past us in a terrible hurry. Kartik nods toward the furry little thing. "Don't mind him. He's off to meet his lady friend."
    "How can you be sure?"
    "He has on his best hedgehog suit."
    "Ah, I should have noticed." I say, happy to be playing this game-any game-with him. I put my hand on the tree's trunk and swing myself around it slowly, letting my body feel gravity's pull. "And why has he worn his best?"
    "He's been away in London, you see, and now he has returned to her," Kartik continues.
    "And what if she is angry with him for being away so long?"
    Kartik circles just behind me. "She will forgive him."
    "Will she?" I say pointedly.
    "It is his hope that she will, for he didn't mean to upset her." Kartik answers, and I am no longer sure we speak of the hedgehog.
    "And is he happy to see her again?"
    "Yes," Kartik says. "He should like to stay longer, but he cannot."
    The bark chafes against my hand. "Why is that?"
    "He has his reasons, and hopes his lady will understand them one day." Kartik has changed direction. He comes around the other side of the tree. We are face to face. A palm of moonglow reaches through the branches to caress his face.
    "Oh," I say, heart beating fast.
    "And what would the lady hedgehog say to that?" he asks. His voice soft and low.
    "She would say..." I swallow hard.
    Kartik steps closer. "Yes?"
    "She would say," I whisper, "'If you please, I am not a hedgehog. I am a woodchuck.'"
    A small smile plays at Kartik's lips.
    "He is fortunate to have so witty a lady friend," he says, and I wish I could have the moment back again to play differently.”
    libba bray, The Sweet Far Thing

  • #196
    Libba Bray
    “It isn't the bloody weather!"
    I've shocked them into silence. I should stop. Apologize for my outburst. Make amends. Blame the climate. But I cannot. Something in me has given way and it cannot be put back again. "Did you know that he had returned to the laudanum? That he couldn't give it up? That our good intentions were not nearly so powerful as his will to die?... No, Thomas. Is this the life you want for me? To be like you? To wear blinders and talk of nothing that matters and drink weak tea with other people who would do anything to hide the truth, especially from themselves?”
    Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

  • #197
    Libba Bray
    “Come awake, Tom. Fathers can willfully hurt their children. They can be addicts too weak to give up their vices, no matter the pain it causes. Mothers can turn you invisible with neglect. They can erase you with a denial, a refusal to see. Friends can deceive you. People lie. It is a cold, hard world. I do not blame Nell Hawkins for retreating from it into a madness of her own choosing.”
    Libba Bray, Rebel Angels

  • #198
    Libba Bray
    “We don't look at each other anymore. Not really. Not since I pulled him from that opium den. Now when I look at him, I see the addict. And when he looks at me, he sees what he would rather not remember. I wish I could be his adored little girl again, sitting at his side.”
    Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

  • #200
    “A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other...Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever”
    Dave Matthews Band

  • #204
    Russell T. Davies
    “Dalek: I will talk to the Doctor.
    The Doctor: Oh will you? That's nice. Hello!
    Dalek: The Dalek strategem nears completion. The fleet is almost ready. You will not intervene.
    The Doctor: Oh really? Why's that, then?
    Dalek: We have your associate. You will obey or she will be exterminated.
    The Doctor: No.
    Dalek: Explain yourself.
    The Doctor: I said, "No."
    Dalek: What is the meaning of this negative?
    The Doctor: It means, "No."
    Dalek: But she will be destroyed!
    The Doctor: No! 'Cause this is what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna rescue her. I'm gonna save Rose Tyler from the middle of the Dalek fleet, and then I'm gonna save the Earth. And then—just to finish off—I'm gonna wipe every last stinking Dalek out of the sky!
    Dalek: But you have no weapons, no defenses, no plan.
    The Doctor: Yeah! And doesn't that scare you to death? Rose?
    Rose: Yes, Doctor?
    The Doctor: I'm coming to get you.”
    Russell T. Davies

  • #206
    Warren Ellis
    “Drinking is fun! It makes me feel horrible and sexy!”
    Warren Ellis

  • #208
    Nora Roberts
    “Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it's hit me when it comes to you”
    Nora Roberts, Black Hills

  • #209
    Nora Roberts
    “I have no idea why it apparently takes three grown men to cook some hamburgers.
    One to cook, one to kibbitz, and one to insult the other two. ”
    Nora Roberts

  • #210
    Nora Roberts
    “He trailed off as he saw the books. Piles and stacks of them beside the sofa, another stack on the coffee table, a sea of them on her dining table.
    Jesus Christ, Dane, you need treatment.”
    Nora Roberts

  • #214
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.”
    Hunter S. Thompson

  • #215
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?”
    Hunter S. Thompson

  • #216
    Terry Pratchett
    “Did I do anything last night that suggested I was sane?”
    Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

  • #217
    Henri J.M. Nouwen
    “When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”
    Henri Nouwen, Out of Solitude: Three Meditations on the Christian Life | Fiftieth Anniversary Edition

  • #218
    Marilyn Monroe
    “It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #219
    Fred Rogers
    “When I say it's you I like, I'm talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed.”
    Fred Rogers

  • #220
    Aristotle
    “No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.”
    Aristotle

  • #221
    Nicholas Sparks
    “Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.”
    Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook



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