Favorite Quotes

Quotes tagged as "favorite" Showing 1-30 of 99
Michelle Hodkin
“I was warned about you, you know."
And with that half-smile that wrecked me, Noah said, "But you're here anyway.”
Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

“My two favourite things in life are libraries and bicycles. They both move people forward without wasting anything. The perfect day: riding a bike to the library.”
Peter Golkin

Rick Riordan
“And you, Percy, are my favorite son.”
Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth

John Steinbeck
“There is more beauty in truth, even if it is a dreadful beauty. The storytellers at the city gate twist life so that it looks sweet to the lazy and the stupid and the weak, and this only strengthens their infirmities and teaches nothing, cures nothing, nor does it let the heart soar.”
John Steinbeck, East of Eden

Rachel Hawkins
“At a normal high school, having class outside on a gorgeous May day is usually pretty awesome. It means sitting in the sunshine, maybe reading some poetry, letting the breeze blow through your hair...At Hecate Hall, a.k.a. Juvie for Monsters, it meant I was getting thrown in the pond.”
Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass

Rachel Hawkins
“Why had my life suddenly become a Nancy Drew mystery from hell?”
Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass

Gaston Leroux
“Erik: Are you very tired?
Christine: Oh, tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead.
Erik: Your soul is a beautiful thing, child. No emperor received so fair a gift. The angels wept to-night.”
Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

“Edward: So the lion fell in love with the lamb.

Bella:What a stupid lamb.

Edward:What a sick masochistic lion.”
Stephanie Meyer, The Twilight Saga Collection

William Faulkner
“Between grief and nothing, I will take grief.”
William Faulkner

James Joyce
“INELUCTABLE MODALITY OF THE VISIBLE: AT LEAST THAT IF NO MORE, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it, it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.

Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells. You are walking through it howsomever. I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short times of space. Five, six: the nacheinander. Exactly: and that is the ineluctable modality of the audible. Open your eyes. No. Jesus! If I fell over a cliff that beetles o'er his base, fell through the nebeneinander ineluctably. I am getting on nicely in the dark. My ash sword hangs at my side. Tap with it: they do. My two feet in his boots are at the end of his legs, nebeneinander. Sounds solid: made by the mallet of Los Demiurgos. Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? Crush, crack, crick, crick. Wild sea money. Dominie Deasy kens them a'.

Won't you come to Sandymount,
Madeline the mare?

Rhythm begins, you see. I hear. A catalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. No, agallop: deline the mare.

Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. Basta! I will see if I can see.

See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world without end.”
James Joyce, Ulysses

Cassandra Clare
“Kissing Simon was pleasant. It was a gentle sort of pleasant, like lying in a hammock on a summer day with a book and a glass of lemonade”
Cassandra Clare

Martine Leavitt
“Had I truly thought I would not die when he kissed me? But I did. For a moment the breath and life went out of me and there was no time and no tomorrow but only my lips against his.”
Martine Leavitt, Keturah and Lord Death

Gabriel García Márquez
“It was then that she realized that the yellow butterflies preceded the appearances of Mauricio Babilonia.”
Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Charles Dickens
“Meow says the cat ,quack says the duck , Bow wow wow says the dog !
Charles Dickens, Our Mutual Friend

Tachibana Higuchi
“.. no matter how we grieve over our bad luck, nothing will happen. We have to smile and believe that tomorrow will be better than today.”
tachibana higuchi, 学園アリス 22 [Gakuen Alice 22]

Vera Nazarian
“Here's a funny question:

What is your favorite word?

Think about it—maybe it's a word that makes you absolutely happy, or a word that sounds gloriously beautiful, or a word that evokes awe and wonder. Maybe you are reminded of a great time when you hear it, or maybe it represents your life's dream.

So, what is it? What is your favorite word of all words?

Thought about it yet?


And now, think why.”
Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“Hush, little students, we'll say the word,
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Mama's gonna write down everything.
And so that book won't look the same,
Mama's gonna add a brand-new name.”
Daisy Whitney, The Mockingbirds

Ted Dekker
“If Slater were someone else, Kevin would merely be the poor victim of a horrible plot. Unless he was killed by Slater, in which case he would be the dead victim of a horrible plot”
Ted Dekker

Louise Murphy
“Do not struggle when the hook of a word pulls you into the air of truth and you cannot breathe.”
Louise Murphy, The True Story of Hansel and Gretel

Thomas Pynchon
“What Jessica said—hair much shorter, wearing a darker mouth of different outline, harder lipstick, her typewriter banking in a phalanx of letters between them—was: "We're going to be married. We're trying very hard to have a baby."
All at once there is nothing but his asshole between Gravity and Roger. "I don't care. Have his baby. I'll love you both—just come with me Jess, please... I need you...."
She flips a red lever on her intercom. Far away a buzzer goes off. "Security." Her voice is perfectly hard, the word still clap-echoing in the air as in through the screen door of the Quonset office wth a smell of tide flats come the coppers, looking grim. Security. Her magic word, her spell against demons.”
Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow

Mary H.K. Choi
Come by
Your favorite
Confetti emoji”
Mary H.K. Choi, Emergency Contact

D.S. Wrights
“You have not realized yet that both of you are mine, have you?”
D.S. Wrights, The Beast and Me

R.J. Palacio
“You are my everything. You understand me, Via? Tu es meu tudo.” I understood her. And I knew why she said it was a secret. Grandmothers aren’t supposed to have favorites. Everyone knows that. But after she died, I held on to that secret and let it cover me like a blanket.”
R.J. Palacio, Wonder

“I am Falling in love again with autumn,
The smell of warm cider,
The orange color leaves,
Pumpkins everywhere
and the crisp breeze,
People walking or riding their bikes,
Folks jogging or going on hikes,
I love autumn for so many reasons,
I must admit-
This is my favorite season”
Charmaine J Forde

Penny Watson
“So, judges, what was your favorite dish?" The producer stepped back so the cameras could pan over the long table.
Tarquin answered.
"A crisp almond tart."
Sophia's heart began to pound.
"Smooth lemony custard. Light as air."
She clenched the edge of her worktable.
"Only one person chose the boysenberries as an ingredient today. They were ripe, juicy, bursting with flavor. But somewhat difficult to wrestle with in terms of tartness. This contestant made a truly inspired syrup, infused with basil... and lemon thyme, I think." Jonathan shrugged. "I can't wait to find out how this syrup was created."
Sophia started to sway.
The blogger smiled. "I love lemon. It's bright. It's sunny. But I don't have a big sweet tooth. This dish was not too sweet. It was lovely."
"And best of all," Tarquin interrupted, "a little surprise under the tart. Hidden. Using the organic bittersweet chocolate we provided. Well played."
"And the flowers!" Jenny sighed. "This plate captures the very essence of summer. Sprinkled with flower petals.”
Penny Watson, A Taste of Heaven

“Even though we could never be it was my favorite kind of love story - the one without
a beginning or an ending.”

Michelle McNamara
“I'm gay-tham for Statham”
Michelle McNamara, I'll Be Gone in the Dark: One Woman's Obsessive Search for the Golden State Killer

Emily Brontë
“If I were you, I'd go stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog.”
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Jessica Soffer
“What is the best thing you've ever eaten?"
Poulet rôti. I was sure that my mother was going to say the poulet rôti from L'Ami Louise in Paris because she'd sat next to Jacques Chirac there and he'd said that since she was a chef, perhaps she would cook something for him. And so she did. She went right back into the kitchen and whipped up something fabulous. After that, they used goose as well as duck fat when frying their potatoes, because it had been her way.
I mouthed Poulet rôti into the pillow. But my mother was quiet. She could have made conversation, little noises while she was thinking. But she didn't. Lou didn't care.
"Masgouf," she said. "From an Iraqi restaurant that's closed now."
I sat up. I opened my mouth. I almost yelled, What? But she was still talking.
"I went there with her dad years and years ago." I imagined her jerking her thumb in the direction of my room. "The company was like watching paint dry, but the food was fantastic. Out of this world."
"And?" Lou said.
"And," my mother said, "I went back a couple of years ago, just to see, and it was closed up. Totally empty and sad. One silver tray sat in the middle of the place, I remember. Broke my heart to pieces."
"Masgouf?" Lou said.
I was already out of bed, sockless and by the bookshelf, ripping through the index of The Joy of Cooking, then Cook Everything, then, finally, Recipes from All Over. I found it. "'Traditional Iraqi fish dish, grilled with tamarind and/or lemon, salt, and pepper,'" I whispered, shocked.
"It was heaven," my mother said. "Literally heaven. I've tried to replicate it, I can't tell you how many times."
For a second, I saw spots. I would have bet my life on it- on the poulet rôti.
"You know how they say that life imitates art?" my mother said. "Well, life imitated masgouf. The fish was so good, so tender, and we ate it with our fingers. For a little while, I convinced myself that life could be so simple."
Which meant happiness. Masgouf was my mother's happiness.”
Jessica Soffer, Tomorrow There Will Be Apricots

Jolene Stockman
“We all have different dreams and different worlds we want to dominate. Your favorite food is someone else's phobia. Your dream job is someone else's worst nightmare. Your perfect world is unique to you.”
Jolene Stockman, Total Blueprint for World Domination - Illustrated

« previous 1 3 4