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  • #1
    Margaret Weis
    “Hope is the denial of reality. - Raistlin”
    Margaret Weis

  • #2
    Clive Barker
    “To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels.”
    Clive Barker, Mister B. Gone

  • #4
    Erasmus
    “When I have a little money, I buy books; and if I have any left, I buy food and clothes.”
    Desiderius Erasmus Roterodamus

  • #5
    Clive Barker
    “Writing about the unholy is one way of writing about what is sacred. ”
    Clive Barker

  • #6
    L.J. Smith
    “Katherine," he said. He was still smiling.
    "Yes." She leaned closer.
    "Katherine..."
    "Yes, Damon?"
    "Go to hell.”
    L.J. Smith, The Fury / Dark Reunion

  • #7
    Lauren Kate
    “Fight for the only thing she knew was good enough, noble enough, powerful enough to be worth risking everything... Love.”
    Lauren Kate
    tags: love

  • #8
    Simone Elkeles
    “We're actors in our lives, pretendin' to be who we want people to think we are.”
    Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

  • #8
    Stephenie Meyer
    “Life sucks, and then you die...”
    Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn

  • #9
    Alyson Noel
    “I love you," I whisper.
    "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.”
    Alyson Noel, Evermore

  • #10
    April Brookshire
    “My existence is colorless when I’m not imagining you. You haunt me, Annabelle. ”
    April Brookshire, Young Love Murder

  • #11
    Jennifer L. Armentrout
    “Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.”
    Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

  • #12
    Jillian Dodd
    “She said, If I'm leaving with a broken heart, you're leaving with a bleeding nose.”
    Jillian Dodd, That Boy

  • #13
    Jamie McGuire
    “Let me guess, it's the love of your life?" I said quoting Travis' statement about his motorcycle.
    "No, it's a car. The love of my life will be a women with my last name.”
    Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

  • #14
    “The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

    We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

    We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

    We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

    These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.

    These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

    Remember, to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

    Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

    Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

    Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person might not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.”
    Bob Moorehead, Words Aptly Spoken

  • #15
    Truman Capote
    “Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky."
    "She's drunk," Joe Bell informed me.
    "Moderately," Holly confessed....Holly lifted her martini. "Let's wish the Doc luck, too," she said, touching her glass against mine. "Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc -- it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.”
    Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “You haven't broken his heart yet, have you?"
    "No," Tessa said. Just torn my own in two. "I haven't broken his heart at all.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #18
    C. JoyBell C.
    “There is no such thing as a "broken family." Family is family, and is not determined by marriage certificates, divorce papers, and adoption documents. Families are made in the heart. The only time family becomes null is when those ties in the heart are cut. If you cut those ties, those people are not your family. If you make those ties, those people are your family. And if you hate those ties, those people will still be your family because whatever you hate will always be with you.”
    C. JoyBell C.

  • #19
    Scott Westerfeld
    “You're insane!" she shouted.
    "Pretty cool, huh?"
    "No!"Tally yelled. "Why didn't you tell me it was broken?"
    Shay shrugged. "More fun that way?"
    "More fun?" Her heart beating fast,her vision strangely clear. She was full of anger and relief and...joy.
    "Well, kind of. But you suck!”
    Scott Westerfeld, Uglies

  • #20
    Stephenie Meyer
    “I'm not like a car you can fix up. I'm never gonna run right" Bella”
    Stephenie Meyer, New Moon

  • #21
    Shane Claiborne
    “I saw a banner hanging next to city hall in downtown Philadelphia that read, "Kill them all, and let God sort them out." A bumper sticker read, "God will judge evildoers; we just have to get them to him." I saw a T-shirt on a soldier that said, "US Air Force... we don't die; we just go to hell to regroup." Others were less dramatic- red, white, and blue billboards saying, "God bless our troops." "God Bless America" became a marketing strategy. One store hung an ad in their window that said, "God bless America--$1 burgers." Patriotism was everywhere, including in our altars and church buildings. In the aftermath of September 11th, most Christian bookstores had a section with books on the event, calendars, devotionals, buttons, all decorated in the colors of America, draped in stars and stripes, and sprinkled with golden eagles.
    This burst of nationalism reveals the deep longing we all have for community, a natural thirst for intimacy... September 11th shattered the self-sufficient, autonomous individual, and we saw a country of broken fragile people who longed for community- for people to cry with, be angry with, to suffer with. People did not want to be alone in their sorrow, rage, and fear.
    But what happened after September 11th broke my heart. Conservative Christians rallies around the drums of war. Liberal Christian took to the streets. The cross was smothered by the flag and trampled under the feet of angry protesters. The church community was lost, so the many hungry seekers found community in the civic religion of American patriotism. People were hurting and crying out for healing, for salvation in the best sense of the word, as in the salve with which you dress a wound. A people longing for a savior placed their faith in the fragile hands of human logic and military strength, which have always let us down. They have always fallen short of the glory of God.
    ...The tragedy of the church's reaction to September 11th is not that we rallied around the families in New York and D.C. but that our love simply reflected the borders and allegiances of the world. We mourned the deaths of each soldier, as we should, but we did not feel the same anger and pain for each Iraqi death, or for the folks abused in the Abu Ghraib prison incident. We got farther and farther from Jesus' vision, which extends beyond our rational love and the boundaries we have established. There is no doubt that we must mourn those lives on September 11th. We must mourn the lives of the soldiers. But with the same passion and outrage, we must mourn the lives of every Iraqi who is lost. They are just as precious, no more, no less. In our rebirth, every life lost in Iraq is just as tragic as a life lost in New York or D.C. And the lives of the thirty thousand children who die of starvation each day is like six September 11ths every single day, a silent tsunami that happens every week.”
    Shane Claiborne, The Irresistible Revolution: Living as an Ordinary Radical

  • #22
    Mary Hogan
    “Red", I write "is the color of life. It's blood, passion, rage. It's menstrual flow and after birth. Beginnings and violent end. Red is the color of love. Beating hearts and hungry lips. Roses, Valentines, cherries. Red is the color of shame. Crimson cheeks and spilled blood. Broken hearts, opened veins. A burning desire to return to white.”
    Mary Hogan, Pretty Face

  • #23
    Oscar Wilde
    “Poets are not so scrupulous as you are. They know how useful passion is for publication. Nowadays a broken heart will run to many editions."
    "I hate them for it," cried Hallward. "An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them. We live in an age when men treat art as if it were meant to be a form of autobiography. We have lost the abstract sense of beauty. Some day I will show the world what is it; and for that the world shall never see my portrait of Dorian Gray.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
    tags: art

  • #24
    Hazrat Inayat Khan
    “I have loved in life and I have been loved.
    I have drunk the bowl of poison from the hands of love as nectar,
    and have been raised above life's joy and sorrow.
    My heart, aflame in love, set afire every heart that came in touch with it.
    My heart has been rent and joined again;
    My heart has been broken and again made whole;
    My heart has been wounded and healed again;
    A thousand deaths my heart has died, and thanks be to love, it lives yet.
    I went through hell and saw there love's raging fire,
    and I entered heaven illumined with the light of love.
    I wept in love and made all weep with me;
    I mourned in love and pierced the hearts of men;
    And when my fiery glance fell on the rocks, the rocks burst forth as volcanoes.
    The whole world sank in the flood caused by my one tear;
    With my deep sigh the earth trembled, and when I cried aloud the name of my beloved,
    I shook the throne of God in heaven.
    I bowed my head low in humility, and on my knees I begged of love,
    "Disclose to me, I pray thee, O love, thy secret."
    She took me gently by my arms and lifted me above the earth, and spoke softly in my ear,
    "My dear one, thou thyself art love, art lover,
    and thyself art the beloved whom thou hast adored.”
    Hazrat Inayat Khan, The Dance of the Soul: Gayan, Vadan, Nirtan

  • #25
    Annie Proulx
    “Everybody that went away suffered a broken heart. "I'm coming back some day," they all wrote. But never did. The old life was too small to fit anymore.”
    Annie Proulx, The Shipping News

  • #26
    Michele Bardsley
    “At this point, a spaceship could land on Main Street and Elvis could saunter out singing "Love Me Tender," and I wouldn't be surprised”
    Michele Bardsley, Come Hell or High Water
    tags: humor

  • #27
    Betty  Smith
    “Say something," demanded Fancie. "Why don't you say something?"
    "What can I say?"
    "Say that I'm young-that I'll get over it. Go ahead and say it. Go ahead and lie."
    "I know that's what people say-you'll get over it. I'd say it too. But I know it's not true. Oh, you'll be happy again, never fear. But you won't forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.”
    Betty Smith

  • #28
    Jerry Spinelli
    “I'm Sorry are two of the most powerful words in our language, especially when they are not flipped blithely over the shoulder but spoken from the heart. They help restore order, balance, harmony. They reduce pain. They heal broken friendship. If they were medecine, they'd be called a miracle.”
    Jerry and Eileen Spinelli, Today I Will: A Year of Quotes, Notes, and Promises to Myself

  • #29
    Nicole Krauss
    “But see, the incredible thing about people is that we forget," Ray continued. "Time passes and somehow the hope creeps back and sooner or later someone else comes along all over again. We go through our lives like that, and either we just accept the lesser relationship -- it may not be total understanding, but it's pretty good -- or we keep trying for the perfect union, trying and failing, leaving behind us a trail of broken hearts, our own included. In the end, we die as alone as we were born, having struggled to understand others, to make ourselves understood, but having failed in what we once imagined was possible.”
    Nicole Krauss, Man Walks into a Room

  • #30
    Heather Dixon Wallwork
    “You cannot dance up there," he said, quietly. "I can see you are in mourning. But you are welcome to dance here, among the magic. Please. Come and mend you broken hearts here. Come back, every night.”
    Heather Dixon, Entwined



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