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92ef0a9
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Love needs room to grow. Like a rose. Or a tumor.
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love
tumor
rose
fool
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Christopher Moore |
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3ec2676
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It's awful to be rich and mind-boggingly handsome and have women fawn over you. My heart bleeds for you. Poor dear, how do you manage?
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rose
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Ilona Andrews |
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b14de94
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"She handed him a glass of water and two Aleve gelcaps. "They're anti-inflammatories. They will dull the pain a little bit and keep down swelling and redness. Swallow the pills, don't chew." "Well, I thought I'd stick them into my nose and impersonate a walrus, but if you insist, I'll swallow them."
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funny
rose
medicine
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Ilona Andrews |
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1084e96
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It's the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important...People have forgotten this truth, but you mustn't forget it. You become responsible forever for what you've tamed. You're responsible for your rose.
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love
rose
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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
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a3e5b0d
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Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-
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death
sadness
happiness
roses
fitzgerald
rose
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F Scott Fitzgerald |
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05fc3c9
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"Our standard rate. A doubloon a day." It was generous. More than generous--some families would put him up for a week for a single coin. "Half a doubloon a day," she said. "No, you see, the idea behind bargaining is that you ask for a larger amount."
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declan
on-the-edge
ilona-andrews
rose
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Ilona Andrews |
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11e41ff
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"How are you?" "Perfectly fine," he said. "Are your ribs broken?" "Probably not. Cracked at most. We fought very carefully." "Did this settle anything?" "It made me feel better," he said, sitting up. "Did you see me kick him in the kidneys?" "I saw."
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on-the-edge
ilona-andrews
rose
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Ilona Andrews |
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0291923
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"You're a prickly, stubborn, spirited woman." "Don't forget crude, rude, and vulgar." "Only when it suits you. You're sly when occasion calls for it, direct to the point of forgetting tact even exists, sarcastic, fierce, I did mention stubborn, didn't I?" "Yes," she said dryly. "You're also smart, kind, gentle, beautiful, and always cling to your personal integrity, even when it's in your best interests to abandon it." A little warm feeling spread through her chest, and even her natural suspicion that he was lying couldn't quite extinguish it. Where was he going with this? "You're also quite funny," he said. "Oh, I amuse you?" He gave her one of his devastating, slightly wicked smiles. "You have no idea." Arrogant ass. "And all of that means what?" "Just that I mean to have you." She frowned at him. "I mean to have you, Rose, you and all of your thorns. I'm a disagreeable and stubborn bastard, but I'm not a fool. You didn't really expect me to pass you up, did you?"
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rose
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Ilona Andrews |
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e644c25
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Rumors said that if he got drunk enough, he sometimes got his jollies by stripping naked and scaring hikers out in the Broken into thinking he was Bigfoot.
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on-the-edge
rose
rumors
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Ilona Andrews |
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81d812c
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"It became known that I had a rather fertile imagination, when it came to private activities." She stared. "What sort of private activities?" This time he did smile, and it turned his face wicked. "Disrobe, and I'll be happy to demonstrate."
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on-the-edge
ilona-andrews
rose
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Ilona Andrews |
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5867f13
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How pale the Princess is! Never have I seen her so pale. She is like the shadow of a white rose in a mirror of silver.
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sadness
rose
princess
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Oscar Wilde |
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04be0b9
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Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being. No one was shallow. Not really.
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layer
petal
shallow
rose
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Mary Balogh |
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060d6f6
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"So, regarding that tidbit about your having a fertile imagination when it comes to private activities," she said, fighting off anxiety. "Was it another lie?" "Depends on how you look at it. It's not exactly a lie, and if you come with me to the Weird, you'll find that rumors of my 'creativity' when it comes to bed games with the opposite sex do exist. I started them myself and managed them very carefully. The trick with rumors is to feed them once in a while, so they don't die."
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on-the-edge
ilona-andrews
rose
rumors
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Ilona Andrews |
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de9d4e7
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"How is it different?" He rolled his head back, sable hair falling down on his shoulders. "With Rose I knew what to say. I could take a step back and talk to her. I remembered all the crap from the magaznies. It was easy." "And with me, it's hard?" Why? Because she was a swamp girl? And how did the magazines fit into it? William looked away from her. "I don't like it when you're away. If I don't see you, I can't settle down. If I see you talking with another man, I want to claw his throat out. And none of the things you're supposed to say fit." Oh, this had to be good. "What sort of things?" He sighed. "The lines. Like, 'You're my everything,' or 'Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
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cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
pick-up-lines
william
rose
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Ilona Andrews |
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4dad993
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Rose pictured him standing at the boundary of the Ogletree house in that enormous fur cape, with a giant sword sticking over his shoulder, roaring at the top of his lungs and then being upset that nobody came out, and laughed.
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on-the-edge
ilona-andrews
rose
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Ilona Andrews |
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234da9f
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"We need a barn or one of those storage areas for the Broken vehicles." "A garage?" He gave her a short nod. "A private, relatively remote location, with thick walls to dampen the sound and preferably a sturdy door I could bolt from the inside, keeping your grandmother, your brothers, and all other painfully annoying spectators out..." Rose began to laugh. A make-out bunker... "I'm glad you find our dilemma hilarious,"
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make-out-bunker
rose
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Ilona Andrews |
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cf956c9
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I mean to have you, Rose, you and all of your thorns. I'm a disagreeable and stubborn bastard, but I'm not a fool. You didn't really expect me to pass you up, did you?
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thorns
rose
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Ilona Andrews |
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02aa7c5
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"Rose put down her fork. "Lord Submarine..." "Camarine." "Whatever."
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on-the-edge
rose
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Ilona Andrews |
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065f733
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James started to laugh. His chin hurt where she'd smacked him twice, his foot throbbed where she'd stepped on it, and his entire body felt as if he'd swum through a rosebush, which wasn't as far off the truth as it sounded. Yet still he started to laugh.
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rose
smack
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Julia Quinn |
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d276a60
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My nephew is a manipulative, scheming, unscrupulous son of a bitch. And those are his good qualities.
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humor
great-aunt
nephew
good-and-bad-qualities
rose
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Kelley Armstrong |
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60dbbd1
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THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND YOU When I hold a rose, I see the soft, velvety petals and smile, because tucked between those precious petals is a special gift - the one of a fragrance, pure and sweet. When you hold a rose, you see the thorns along the stem, and you frown because those thorns can bring you pain and cause you to bleed. I see the gift. You see the tragedy. More and more I fear that one of these days someone will hand me a rose and all I will see are thorns. Talk about tragedy.
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tragedy
pain
poetry
fear
fragrance
rose
difference
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Lisa Schroeder |
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719b9d0
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"He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, "I love you, Mother." He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns."
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rose
son
mother
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Elizabeth Peters |
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a449d4c
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Demon possession strains the boundaries of credulity, given the sheer number of times it seems to happen. One would really hope demons had better things to do with their time.
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olivia
demons
rose
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Kelley Armstrong |
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b06fdf2
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The rose I gave you was an emblem of my heart,' said she; 'would you take it away and leave me here alone?' 'Would you give me your hand too, if I asked it?' 'Have I not said enough?
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heart
love
engagement
hand
rose
gift
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Anne Brontë |
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831320e
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It hurt to kill a dream, like tearing petals off a rose in full bloom.
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hurting-others
killing-dreams
rose
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Lauren Willig |