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26b3eaa
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I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.
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jane
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Charlotte Brontë |
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68a2d09
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"Take off your coat." "Excuse me?" "Take it off." "No." "I want it off." "Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you. [Vishous to Jane]"
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j-r-ward
lover-unbound
jane
vishous
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J.R. Ward |
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c6a67c3
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I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.
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lover-unbound
jane
vishous
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J.R. Ward |
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6cea065
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Tell you what, you let me go, and I'll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I'm slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me.
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romance
humor
jane
vampire
paranormal
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J.R. Ward |
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273a165
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Vishous screamed. The only thing that was louder was the pop as the hip was relocated, as it were. And the last thing he saw before he checked out of the Conscious Inn & Suites was Jane's head whipping around in a panic. In her eyes was stark terror, as if the single worst thing that she could imagine was him in agony... And that was when he knew that he still loved her.
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lover-unleashed
jane
vishous
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J.R. Ward |
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1267fa7
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Life, deal gently with her ... Love, never desert her
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life
love
lantern
gentle
jane
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L.M. Montgomery |
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654ec10
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"What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked. "You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up."
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mourning
love
jane
sad
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John Scalzi |
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9d667df
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"This is the Speaker for the Dead? Judging someone by appearances?" "Maybe I've fallen in love with Grego." "You've always been a sucker for people who pee on you."
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love
judging
jane
pee
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Orson Scott Card |
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5e4cd0e
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To be together is for us to be at once free as in solitude, as gay as in company. We talk, I believe, all day long: to talk to each other is but more animated and an audible thinking. All my confidence is bestowed on him, all his confidence is devoted to me; we are precisely suited in character - perfect concord is the result.
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quotes-i-love
jane
jane-eyre
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Charlotte Brontë |
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21f56a8
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He was not prepared to deal with my mistake, thought Jane, and he did not understand the suffering his response would cause me. He is innocent of wrong -doing, and so am I. We shall forgive each other and go on. It was a good decision, and Jane was proud of it. The trouble was, she couldn't carry it out. Those few seconds in which parts of her mind came to a halt were not trivial in their effect on her. There was trauma, loss, change; she was not now the same being that she had been before. parts of her had died. Parts of her had become confused, out of order... She discovered, as many a living being had discovered, that rational decisions are far more easily made than carried out.
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jane
forgive
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Orson Scott Card |
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37d0f70
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Compassion is what you're good at. I'm better at complex searches through organized data structures.
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ender
jane
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Orson Scott Card |
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807ab40
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Me, Tarzan. You, Jane. I kill bad guy. Beat chest. Tarzan howl.
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chest
guy
jane
tarzan
howl
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Stephanie Rowe |
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e713d07
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"He was taking another hit from his short-and-squat of Goose when his eyes skipped to the arched doorway of the room. Jane hesitated as she glanced inside, her white coat opening as she leaned to the side, as if she were looking for him. When their eyes met, she smiled a little. And then a lot. His first impulse was to hide his own grin behind his Goose. But then he stopped himself. , he thought. Jane gave a short wave and played it cool, which was what they usually did when they were together in public. Turning away, she headed over to the bar to make herself something. "Hold up, cop," V murmured, putting his drink down and bracing his cue against the table. Feeling like he was fifteen, he put his hand-rolled between his teeth and tucked his wife-beater tightly into the waistband of his leathers. A quick smooth of the hair and he was . . . well, as ready as he could be. He approached Jane from behind just as she struck up a convo with Mary--and when his pivoted around to greet him, she seemed a little surprised that he'd come up to her. "Hi, V . . . How are--" Vishous stepped in close, putting them body to body, and then he wrapped his arms around her waist. Holding her with possession, he slowly bent her backward until she gripped his shoulders and her hair fell from her face. As she gasped, he said exactly what he thought: "I missed you." And on that note, he put his mouth on hers and kissed the ever-living hell out of her, sweeping one hand down to her hip as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, and kept going and going and going . . . He was vaguely aware that the room had fallen stone silent and that everything with a heartbeat was staring at him and his mate. But whatever. This was what he wanted to do, and he was going to do it in front of everyone--and the king's dog, as it turned out. Because Wrath and Beth came in from the foyer. As Vishous slowly righted his , the catcalls and whistling started up, and someone threw a handful of popcorn like it was confetti. "Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout," Hollywood said. And threw more popcorn. Vishous cleared his throat. "I have an announcement to make." Right. Okay, there were a lot of eyes on the pair of them. But he was so going to suck up his inclination to bow out. Tucking his flustered and blushing Jane into his side, he said loud and clear: "We're getting mated. Properly. And I expect you all to be there and . . . Yeah, that's it." Dead. Quiet. Then Wrath released the handle on George's harness and started to clap. Loud and slow. "About. Fucking. Time."
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everyone
mated
shellan
popcorn
rhage
jane
wrath
vishous
kisses
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J.R. Ward |
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0f1978a
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"Gentlemen," the king called out, "and ladies, First Meal is getting cold." Which was the cue for everyone to head back to the dining room and actually eat what had been only studiously ignored up until now. With Payne safe and at home, appetites were free to roam once more . . . although as God was his witness he was not going to think about what the hell that surgeon and his sister were no doubt about to get into. As he groaned, Jane tightened her arm around his waist. "Are you all right?" He glanced down at his shellan. "I don't think my sister is old enough to have sex." "V, she's the same age you are." He frowned for a moment. Was she? Or had he been born first? Yeah, only one place to go for the answer to that. Shit, he hadn't even thought of his mother in all this. And now that he was . . . he had absolutely no desire or interest to pop up there and announce that Payne was doing great, fuck you very much. Nope. If the Scribe Virgin wanted to keep tabs on what her "children" were up to? She could look into those seeing bowls she liked so much. He kissed his shellan. "I don't care what the calendar says or about the birth order. That's my baby sister, and she's never going to be old enough to . . . 'um, yeah.' " Jane laughed and retucked herself under his arm. "You are a very sweet male." "Nah." "Yeah." Leading her into the dining room and over to the table, he gallantly pulled her chair out for her, and then he sat to her left so that she was at his dagger hand. - Vishous & Jane"
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sex
payne
brother
not-old-enough
jane
vishous
haha
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J.R. Ward |
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f7771e5
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The magnificent diamond locket which hung about Tarzan's neck, had been a source of much wonderment to Jane. She pointed to it now, and Tarzan removed it and handed the pretty bauble to her. She saw that it was the work of a skilled artisan and that the diamonds were of great brilliancy and superbly set, but the cutting of them denoted that they were of a former day. She noticed too that the locket opened, and, pressing the hidden clasp, she saw the two halves spring apart to reveal in either section an ivory miniature.
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clayton
lady-alice
locket
tarzan-of-the-apes
jane
tarzan
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Edgar Rice Burroughs |
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cffb19b
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"Wrath watched the doctor go through the little monitoring room and out into the hall. A moment later, she returned with the tall, thin physician. Havers bowed to him and to Beth through the glass and then went over to the monitors. Both of them assumed the identical pose: bent at the waist, hands in the pockets, brows down low over their eyes. "Do they coach them to do that in medical school?" Beth said. "Funny, I was wondering the same thing." -Beth & Wrath"
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havers
jane
medical-school
wrath
haha
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J.R. Ward |