Quotes about likeness

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“Love is finding that the things you like best about yourself are not in you at all, but in the person who completes you”

“and will I like being called a jazz baby? --You will love it.”

“I don't like to feel so crazy about someone," he said. "I don't like to feel like my happiness is so tied up in another person.”

“Why this cult of wilderness?… because we like the taste of freedom; because we like the smell of danger.”

“The next time you're mad at me, talk to me,' he said. 'Don't shut me out. I don't like playing games. And by the way, I had a great time, too.”

“I know what it's like when the things you believe make you feel like you're on the outside looking in.”

“Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J. R. Ward”

“I love inscriptions on flyleaves and notes in margins, I like the comradely sense of turning pages someone else turned, and reading passages someone long gone has called my attention to.”

“Who are these people who think a book comes with a guarantee that they will like it?”

“I had that trapped feeling, like some sort of a poor insect that you've put inside a downturned glass, and it tries to climb up the sides, and it can't, and it can't, and it can't.”

“Sometimes I think that if it were possible to tell a story often enough to make the hurt ease up, to make the words slide down my arms and away from me like water, I would tell that story a thousand times.”

“You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye”

“We naturally like what we have been accustomed to, and are attracted towards it. […] The same is the case with those opinions of man to which he has been accustomed from his youth; he likes them, defends them, and shuns the opposite views.”

“I thought you hated demons. Now you use them like servants. The Ravener, the Drevak demons, Agramon-they‘re your. Guards, butler-personal chef, for all I know.”
-Jace to Valentine, pg.260”

“Trouble is just like love, after all; it comes in unannounced and takes over before you've had a chance to reconsider, or even to think.”

“I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.”

“Plus her mom was so awesome. She was strict about some things—don’t leave your socks lying around—but so not strict about other things, like calling the cops about my bullet wound.”

“She hopes for nothing except fine weather and a resolution. She wants to end properly, like a good sentence.”

“The great thing about fiction is that you can start off by telling the truth, then start making stuff up like crazy whenever you feel like it.”

“I wanted to touch him like he was a bunny, a kitten, something so special and soft your fingertips can’t leave it alone.”

“Like they say, the game is chess, it damn sure ain't checkers. Every move I make is so that I can conquer and destroy.”

“I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, did you?”

“I don't like having feelings," _Eric Northman”

“You took out a book on blow-job technique from the British Library? They shouldn't have books like that in there!”

“I've seriously got to stop turning my girlfriends gay, but like I can really help it. It's my animal appeal.”

“Courage, like so many other things, was not something one did or didn't have; it was a decision, a choice.”

“Everybody likes to go their own way–to choose their own time and manner of devotion.”

“I rather like the smell of absurdity in the morning.”

“And that is just the point… how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. "Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?”

“My eyes were gray—more like my cousin Annabeth’s than my mom’s.”

“Read like a butterfly, write like a bee.”

“Wow. This makes grand central look like a bus stop in Buttfuck Nebraska.”

“The barriers between reality and fiction are softer than we think; a bit like a frozen lake. Hundreds of people can walk across it, but then one evening a thin spot develops and someone falls through; the hole is frozen over by the following morning.”

“It's a coffee cup."
She could hear the irritation in her own voice. "I know it's a coffee cup."
"I can't wait till you draw something really complicated, like the Brooklyn Bridge or a lobster. You'll probably send me a singing telegram.”

“You are a manipulator.
I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer.”

“The pillow smells like the sunlight, a precious smell.”

“One of Us:
Someday, the light will shine like a sun through my skin & they will say, What have you done with your life? & though there are many moments I think I will remember, in the end, I will be proud to say, I was one of us.”

“A kid under a tablecloth insists he’s a ghost. A table
underneath a tablecloth is, I guess, like the rest of us,
only pretending to be invisible.”

“She could become a spinster, like Emily Dickinson, writing poems full of dashes and brilliance, and never gaining weight.”

“Books have souls. Or so romantics like me tend to think.”

“Lips. There was something strangely, delicately
indelicate about the word, like a kiss
itself.”

“Die, very good, but do not make others die. Suicides like the one which is about to take place here are sublime, but suicide is restricted, and does not allow of extension; and so soon as it affects your neighbors, suicide becomes murder.”

“And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he's gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.”

“He was a nice guy, middle-aged, a little tired, like most doctors usually seemed to be, but he just nodded and said,
"Let me take a look at him. Shane?"
"I'm not dropping my pants," Shane said. "I just thought I'd say that up front.”

“I wonder what it will be like when I leave this place.”

“I would like to fall in love again but my only hope is that love doesn't happen to me so often after this. I don't want to get so used to falling in love that i get curious to experience something more extreme - whatever that may be.”

“Bren MacGuff: Well, honey, doctors are sadists who like to play God and watch lesser people scream…”

“Underground. Which I hate. Like mines and tunnels and 13. Underground, where I dread dying, which is stupid because even if I die aboveground, the next thing they'll do is bury me underground anyway.”

“me giving my mom romantic advice is kind of like a goldfish giving a snail advice on how to fly.”
-Will Grayson (pg. 66)”

“I tried to communicate happiness in that word, but I don't know if it came out that way. All I was feeling was despair. And envy. Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.”

“He looked like an evil male model, showing off what the fashionable college age villain was wearing to Harvard this year.”

“Do you know why the big brother is born first? It’s to protect the little brothers and sisters that come after him. A brother telling his sister, "I’ll kill you"… You never, ever say something like that.”

“Like black, do you? (Cassandra)
It serves its purpose. It’s hard to look intimidating in pastels. (Wulf)”

“He was swimming in a sea of other people’s expectations. Men had drowned in seas like that.”

“Like letting spiders live because they eat mosquitoes,
Clary thought. "So they're good enough to let live, good enough to make your food for you, good enough to flirt with-but not really good enough? I mean, not as good as people.”

“Without Mona, Hanna felt like a great outfit without matching accessories, a screw-driver that was all orange juice and no vodka, and an iPod without headphones. She just felt wrong.”

“I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-Am.”

“Pride and hope and desire like crushed herbs in his heart sent up vapours of maddening incense before the eyes of his mind.”

“There is only one good thing in life, and that is love. And how you misunderstand it! how you spoil it! You treat it as something solemn like a sacrament, or something to be bought, like a dress.”

“Just like that, with one phone call, she was a daughter again.”

“They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.”

“Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves.”

“I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.

I want.”

“I do not think that you can be changing the end of a song or a story like that, as though it were quite separate from the rest. I think the end of a story is part of it from the beginning.”

“No doubt she was thinking, Who dressed this poor girl like a traffic light?”

“I like dogs. You always know what a dog is thinking. It has four moods. Happy, sad, cross and concentrating. Also, dogs are faithful and they do not tell lies because they cannot talk.”

“There was a moment when I changed from an amateur to a professional. I assumed the burden of a profession, which is to write even when you don't want to, don't much like what you're writing, and aren't writing particularly well.”

“Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.”

“A house can have integrity, just like a person,' said Roark, 'and just as seldom.”

“He wanted to give her another word to say, something like luscious or whisper or strawberry. Hell, antidisestablishmentarianism would do it.”

“Mini-Hedge would stomp around on Buford’s top, randomly saying things like “CUT THAT OUT!” “I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” and the ever-popular “PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!”

“There is nothing like a War for the reinvention of lives…”

“Oh, he's not like that," said Favonius.

Jason flinched. "You can read my mind?"

"I don't need to." Favonius tossed his bronze hoop in the air. "has the wrong impression of Cupid… until they meet him.”

“This must be what an addict feels like, I think,
trying to fight the pull of one last, quick read. My fingers itch toward the binding, and finally, with a sigh of regret, I just grab the book and open it, hungrily reading the story.”

“And in the case of superior things like stars, we discover a kind of unity in separation. The higher we rise on the scale of being, the easier it is to discern a connection even among things separated by vast distances.”

“Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them.
This only looks like love.”

“Why were we so far apart, even when we were together? It was a nice loneliness, like the sensation of washing your face in cold water.”

“I suppose like others
I have come through fire and sword,
love gone wrong,
head-on crashes, drunk at sea,
and I have listened to the simple sound of water running
in tubs
and wished to drown”

“HELLO! Look at me. HELLO! I am so ZEN. This is BLOOD. This is NOTHING. Hello. Everything is nothing, and it's so cool to be ENLIGHTENED. Like me.”

“No, not you two. Stay here.'
'Does he just not get how unfair and sexist that is?' Eve asked. 'Men.'
'You really want to go first?'
'Of course no. But I'd like the chance toto go first.”

“I could not believe in a God that would challenge faith like this.”

“And what of the dead? They lie without shoes
in their stone boats. They are more like stone
than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse
to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.”

“Thank Artemis, it is you! That little scar on your lip--you tried to eat a stapler when you were two!"
…
Hedge nodded like he approved of Jason's taste. "Staplers--excellent source of iron.”

“God, as a loving Father, will stretch our souls at times. The soul is like a violin string: it makes music only when it is stretched…. God will tutor us by trying us because He loves us, not because of indifference!”

“In a way fighting was just like using magic. You said the words, and they altered the universe. By merely speaking you could create damage and pain, cause tears to fall, drive people away, make yourself feel better, make your life worse.”

“Is this what love feels like?" he whispered to her. "I don't like it, my Beth. It hurts too much.”

“You," Madeline said, her voice hollow and wheezing, "are like a bad case of herpes, wizard. You're inconvenient, embarassing, no real threat, and you simplygo away.”

“He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the sight of her produced. He wondered why, not for the first time. Isabelle used her beauty like she used her whip, but Clary didn't know she was beautiful at all. Maybe that was why.”

“It's true. It's like the hidden secret that no one tells you. we can all be beautiful girls, Colie. it's so easy. it's like Dorothy clicking her heels to go home. You could do it all along.”

“His beauty did not blaze like Will's did in fierce colors and repressed fire, but it had its own muted perfection, the loveliness of snow falling against a silver gray sky.”

“I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe.”

“Employers are like horses — they require management.”

“Has there ever been an Inquisitor who didn't die a horrible death?" Simon wondered out loud. " It's like being the drummer in Spinal Tap.”

“Memory is quite central for me. Part of it is that I like the actual texture of writing through memory…”

“We were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.”

“I feel like I've swallowed a cloudy sky”

“It was like having a genie. I'd only get so many wishes.”

“Makes us appreciate blessing, not be greedy and mean and fat like Polyphemus.”

“Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say.
"A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.”