Pg 176 Quotes

We believe there are certain things people "have," certain things people "do," and even certain things people "are." These beliefs do not necessarily reflect the structure of reality they simply reflect an habitual way of talking about reality. ~ Neil Postman

Pg.1- "I have light brown, almost red hair and greenish-grey eyes. I wish they were more grey, because I hate most guys that have green eyes, but I have to be content with what I have."
pg ?- "Can you see the sunset real good from the west side?" She blinked, startled, then smiled. "Real good."
"You can see it from the east side, too," I said quietly.
"Thanks, Ponyboy." She smiled through her tears. "You dig okay."
She had green eyes. I went on, walking home slowly. ~ S.E. Hinton

But that wasn't what happened. What happened was they drove to Harry's and parked the Camaro next to an Audi and a Lexus and Gansey ordered flavors of gelato until the table wouldn't hold anymore and Ronan convinced the staff to turn the overhead speakers up and Blue laughed for the first time at something Gansey said and they were loud and triumphant and kings of Henrietta, because they'd found the ley line and because it was starting, it was starting. ~ Maggie Stiefvater

Alec watched them through the half-open door, Jace leaned against the sink as his adoptive sister sponged his wrists and wrapped them in a white gauze. "Okay, now take off your shirt." (Isabelle)
"I knew there was something in this for you." (Jace)
~pg. 329~ ~ Cassandra Clare

But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science , instantly fades away. ~ Milan Kundera

Anything?" She laughed. "Like what kind of anything did you want?"
"Well, when I was five, I wanted to take a bath in spaghetti."
-Clary & Jace, pg.310- ~ Cassandra Clare

Eyes of a poet, hands of a killer.

Who the hell are you? ~ Alexandra Bracken

It was something he'd learned in the war: only think about what is directly in front of you. ... plan ahead all the time... but (don't ) feel ahead.
Pg 88 ~ Helen Dunmore

Maybe it was just me. Maybe it was just me and her. Maybe together we were this volatile entity that would either implode or meld together.-pg 252/ARC ~ Jamie McGuire

I should have warned her about your habit of never doing what you're told." Jace squinted at her. "Are those Isabelle's clothes? They look ridiculous on you."
"I could point out that you burned my clothes." -Jace and Clary pg. 63 ~ Cassandra Clare

It was a terrible thing when death first entered the world, and even now when it's the way of nature, it's terrible beyond words. Whether it comes for your mother by her own hands or for a stranger who can say nothing in defense of himself except that his watch is solid gold, standing witness to death leaves you desolate - Addison Goldheart pg. 116 ~ Dean Koontz

You seem a lot like me," he said. "You don't gawk at me like I'm a freak."
"I'll kick anyone who does."
"I think you already did. Or at least smacked him with a tennis racket."
-Alexander and Raven, Vampire Kisses, Pg.127, The Beginning ~ Ellen Schreiber

His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him.
In seventeen years no one has said my name like that ~ Tahereh Mafi

To think better, to think like the best humans, we are probably going to have to learn again to judge a person's intelligence, not by the ability to recite facts, but by the good order or harmoniousness of his or her surroundings. We must suspect that any statistical justification of ugliness and violence is a revelation of stupidity. (pg.192-193, People, Land, and Community) ~ Wendell Berry

She knew how to get by on next to nothing.
pg. 21 ~ Jeannette Walls

The dead were gone and didn't know or care what they left behind.. If the dead still lived on the surface of this earth then it was in the minds of those who remembered them ... Pg 736 ~ Tom Clancy

Once this had been the life I'd wanted. Even chosen. Now, though, I couldn't believe that there had been a time when this kind of monotony and silence, this most narrow of existences, had been preferable. Then again, once, I'd never known anything else...
My mother had to know I was unhappy. But it didn't matter: all she cared about was that I was her Macy again, the one she'd come to depend on, always within earshot or reach. I came to work early, sat up straight at my desk and endured the monotony of answering phones and greeting potential homebuyers with a smile on my face. After dinner, I spent my hour and a half of free time alone, doing accepted activities. When I came home afterwards, my mother w ould be waiting for me, stickingher head out of her office to verify that, yes. I was just where I was supposed to be. And I was. I was also miserable.
~Macy, pg 306 ~ Sarah Dessen

Bad experience is more bearable when you are not the only sufferer.
~pg 95 ~ Nien Cheng

Eleanor hadn't written him a letter, it was a postcard.
Just three words long. pg. 325 ~ Rainbow Rowell

In this way, his unhappy soul struggled with its anguish. Eighteen hundred years before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being, in whom all the sanctities and all the sufferings of humanity come together, He too, while the olive trees trembled in the fierce breath of the Infinite, had brushed away the fearful cup that appeared before him, streaming with shadow and running over with darkness, in the star-filled depths. (pg. 236) ~ Victor Hugo

My tears gather around his hand, smudging his fingers with makeup.
'You didn't leave me,' I utter in disbelief. 'I thought you would leave me.'
He releases my face and looks out the opposite window while rubbing his hand on his jeans to wipe off my mascara. 'Nonsense. I stayed for the car.'
-Unhinged, pg 127 ~ A.G. Howard

When two totaltarian powers makes war on each other, the anger and hatred that arise can be appeased only by the death of one or the other. More than this, such killing is profoundly satisfying. Anger and hatred are fulfilled in destrusction insofar as such emotion know satiety. The more lives the soldier succeeds in accounting for, the prouder he is likely to feel. To war is in no sense a game or dirty mess. It is a mission"......PG 136
Monster ~ Jesse Glenn Gray

I brought you some coffee." he held out the cup but she waved it away.
"I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet."
At that he smiled. "How would you know what feet taste like?"
"I just know."
-Luke and Clary, pg.209- ~ Cassandra Clare

Jace threw himself against the door. It didn't budge. He cursed. "My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health."
-Jace to Clary, pg.284- ~ Cassandra Clare

I have dreamt that all my teeth fell out but my tongue lived to tell the tale
pg. 65// A Coney Island of the Mind ~ Lawrence Ferlinghetti

It's all right. Go ahead and admit you're in love with me, too. Let's get everything off our chests while we're at it."
I swatted at him but he dodged away. 'You're not making me feel better."
"Who said I was trying to make you feel better? Fact: Sam's got swagger. Fact: I'm straight. Fact: Even though I'm straight, I sorta love the dude. So I can't say I blame you."
-pg. 166 ~ Jennifer Rush

And they all lived happily to the end of their days. ~ Marissa Meyer

If we apply our minds directly and competently to the needs of the earth, then we will have begun to make fundamental and necessary changes in our minds. We will begin to understand and to mistrust and to change our wasteful economy, which markets not just the produce of the earth, but also the earth's ability to produce. We will see that beauty and utility are alike dependent upon the health of the world. But we will also see through the fads and the fashions of protest. We will see that war and oppression and pollution are not separate issues, but are aspects of the same issue. Amid the outcries for the liberation of this group or that, we will know that no person is free except in the freedom of other persons, and that man's only real freedom is to know and faithfully occupy his place - a much humbler place than we have been taught to think - in the order of creation.
(pg.89, "Think Little") ~ Wendell Berry

Why didn't you wake me up?'
'I thought you could use the rest. Besides, you were sleeping like the dead. You even drooled,' he added. 'On my shirt.'
Clary's hand flew to her mouth. 'Sorry.'
'Its not often you get to see someone drool,' Jace observed. 'Especially with such total abandon. Mouth wide open and everything. ~ Cassandra Clare

He tells me I look as if I could use a hugand i laugh at him and he ignores me and steps forward and puts his arms around me and hugs me. I warm at the simple pleasure of human contact and for the first time in a long time i actually feel good. (James Frey, pg.38) ~ James Frey

I hope he doesn't know he just touched my leg.
And nothing happened. ~ Tahereh Mafi

We sin if we do not confront sin as sin. ~ Rousas John Rushdoony

Maybe secrets are only told when you're trying to protect the real truth from coming out. pg 168 ~ Jill Bialosky

Sea Prayer was inspired by the story of Alan Kurdi, the three-year-old Syrian refugee who drowned in the Mediterranean Sea trying to reach the Safety in Europe in 2015.

In the year after Alan's death, 4,176 others died or went missing attempting that same journey. ~ Khaled Hosseini

This just isn't my day. Or my week. Or maybe my life. No, sadly, this is my life.
Lily pg. 102 ~ Tera Lynn Childs

He drank his shot and remembered that Madeline had called her last boyfriend a drunk, and he had a good feeling about that, too. In his experience, women who said they hated drunks went home with them over and over again.
pg. 48 ~ Rebecca Barry

People think I am being modest when I tell them I know absolutely nothing about art. But if they show me a piece of student work, I won't have the slightest idea whether it's art or even "good". What I do know is whether such things hang or stand in the houses of the rich - or in the museums where the rich allow their treasures to be seen. And when people understand this, they'll instantly agree with what I said in the first place, that I know absolutely nothing about art. - pg. 76 ~ Daniel Quinn

But that was the nature of life and loss: There was never enough time. ~ Nicki Pau Preto

Grandmother," Ruth admonished. "I would not have a man who could not at least understand me."
"And it looks like you might have finally fond one, heaven be praised."
Ruth began to grow irritated. "Grandmother, I wish you would have more faith in me."
"I do, dear; it's the men I worry about. ~ Debbie Viguie

In that light, across the field, is all I will never have. Next to me is all I will. ~ Andrea Barrett

Could life change you and turn you cold without your permission? Or was it a matter of whether you let it? (pg. 168) ~ Jessica Lawson

You are a walking litany of imaginary flaws
- Frankie to Ella, pg 296 The Fine Art of Truth or Dare ~ Melissa Jensen

Whenever two unbelievers quarrel, the may both say some very insightful things about the unsightly habits of the other.
The postmodernists are very good at pointing out the pretensions of the modernists. And the modernists are very good at pointing out the incoherence of the postmodernists. ~ Douglas Wilson

Pg. 112-113

And he had other assets; one of them -- you'll be surprised at this -- was sin...Whatever it was, Patrick said how it weighed on him. He also exploited it -- because it enabled him to meet people on an equal footing. He was able to say, "Look, I'm not above you. I have my faults, too. I've done terrible things." Just because someone had once sinned, he said, didn't mean they were bad through and through. And that was part of his work in life -- to show that people might sin and still go on to live good lives. ~ Frank Delaney

My heart is caged no longer, iadala, for you have set me free. I walked a very long and lonely road to find you, and I want you to know I'd go through it all again a dozen times over as long as I knew you waited for me at the end." -Ren, Tiger's Destiny, pg. 435 ~ Colleen Houck

For it is from love that we are born. And to love that we must return. This is the journey of the soul we call Life.
You Are The Answer, pg.5 ~ Michael J. Tamura