Lisa Kleypas (1964) American writer
Source: Because You're Mine
Lisa Kleypas (1964) American writer
Source: Because You're Mine
“Anticipating pain was like enduring it twice. Why not anticipate pleasure instead?”
Robin Hobb book Renegade's Magic
Source: Renegade's Magic
Kresley Cole American writer
Source: Kiss of a Demon King
“Redd shed caution like an outgrown skin.”
Frank Beddor book The Looking Glass Wars
Source: The Looking Glass Wars
“Don't screech like that. You'll wake the dead." - Jace - The Mortal Instruments - City Of Bones”
Cassandra Clare book City of Bones
Variant: Don't screech like that. You'll wake the dead.
Source: City of Bones
“books are like confort food without the calories”
Elizabeth Berg (1948) American novelist
Source: Home Safe
E. Lockhart (1967) American writer of novels as E. Lockhart (mainly for teenage girls) and of picture books under real name Emily J…
Source: Fly on the Wall: How One Girl Saw Everything
“Having a baby is like suddenly getting the world's worst roommate.”
Anne Lamott (1954) Novelist, essayist, memoirist, activist
Source: Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
“Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal.”
Albert Einstein (1879–1955) German-born physicist and founder of the theory of relativity
“I'm old enough to make you look like an embryo. [Thorn]”
Sherrilyn Kenyon (1965) Novelist
Source: Bad Moon Rising
Ilona Andrews American husband-and-wife novelist duo
Source: Gunmetal Magic
“You look like a boy who has eaten the fruit of the tree of knowledge and doesn't like the taste.”
Cinda Williams Chima (1952) Novelist
Source: The Warrior Heir
Cassandra Clare book City of Ashes
Maia to Simon, pg. 50
Variant: A werewolf. Like everyone else here. Except you, and the asshole. And the asshole's sister.
Source: The Mortal Instruments, City of Ashes (2008)
“The more you move, the stronger you'll grow, not like a tree that can be killed if you uproot it.”
Ha Jin (1956) Chinese-American novelist, short story writer and poet
“I love you. I love you,
but I’m turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist.”
Frank O'Hara book Meditations in an Emergency (book)
Source: Meditations in an Emergency
“There is no past or future. Using tenses to divide time is like making chalk marks on water.”
Janet Frame (1924–2004) New Zealand author
“Little girls, like butterflies, need no excuse”
Robert A. Heinlein (1907–1988) American science fiction author
“People like death and mayhem.”
Neil deGrasse Tyson (1958) American astrophysicist and science communicator
“You will act like the sort of person you conceive yourself to be.”
Maxwell Maltz (1889–1975) Plastic surgeon, self-help author
Source: Psycho-Cybernetics, A New Way to Get More Living Out of Life
“We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night.”
Sue Monk Kidd book The Secret Life of Bees
Source: The Secret Life of Bees (2002)
Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929–1968) American clergyman, activist, and leader in the American Civil Rights Movement
1960s, The Quest for Peace and Justice (1964)
Context: There is a sort of poverty of the spirit which stands in glaring contrast to our scientific and technological abundance. The richer we have become materially, the poorer we have become morally and spiritually. We have learned to fly the air like birds and swim the sea like fish, but we have not learned the simple art of living together as brothers.
“Sadly, I part from you;
Like a clam torn from its shell,
I go, and autumn too.”
Bashō Matsuo (1644–1694) Japanese poet
Source: Narrow Road to the Interior
Nicholas Sparks book A Walk to Remember
Variant: Maybe God has a bigger plan for me that i had for myself,
likes, this journey never ends,
likes, you were sent to me because I'm sick, to help me through all this,
you're my angel!
Source: A Walk to Remember
“Some days are like that. Even in Australia.”
Judith Viorst book Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Source: Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Diana Gabaldon book Outlander
Variant: That's not precisely what I had in mind."
Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl.
Source: Outlander
“Faith is like love: it does not let itself be forced.”
Arthur Schopenhauer (1788–1860) German philosopher
Jennifer Ashley (1974) American author
Source: Pride Mates
“Opening up to the wrong person is like putting ammo in their hands.”
Lisa Kleypas (1964) American writer
Source: Sugar Daddy
“It’s, like, a safety bomb.”
-Iggy”
James Patterson (1947) American author
Source: The Angel Experiment
James Joyce book The Dead
Dubliners (1914)
Variant: His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
Source: "The Dead"
Context: Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
Leo Tolstoy (1828–1910) Russian writer
Tolstoy's Diaries (1985) edited and translated by R. F. Christian. London: Athlone Press, Vol 2, p. 512
Context: People usually think that progress consists in the increase of knowledge, in the improvement of life, but that isn't so. Progress consists only in the greater clarification of answers to the basic questions of life. The truth is always accessible to a man. It can't be otherwise, because a man's soul is a divine spark, the truth itself. It's only a matter of removing from this divine spark (the truth) everything that obscures it. Progress consists, not in the increase of truth, but in freeing it from its wrappings. The truth is obtained like gold, not by letting it grow bigger, but by washing off from it everything that isn't gold.