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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| cff68c5 | I'm not letting you go after this." He raised his head. "Marry me, Phoebe, please. Damn the courtship. Damn your brother. Damn the . I can't...I can't when you're not with me. I love you with all my cynical heart. Be my wife and teach me to laugh and let me buy you beer and ride with me on the beaches of Cornwall. Be my love and my wife forevermore." (Captain James Trevellion)" -- | romance proposal | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 1a24dd6 | Much of life is a game. If played skillfully, with an intelligent and fascinating opponent, it can become almost a dance. One challenges and moves, the other teases and skips away, only to dart forward later and strike a telling blow. | life | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 8274b81 | She leaned forward, her gaze so intense that Helen wanted to look away. "And I love him more for it. Do you hear me? He was a good man when he went away to the Colonies. He came back an extraordinary man. So many think that bravery is a single act of valor in a field of battle--no forethought, no contemplation of the consequences. An act over in a second or a minute or two at most. What my brother has done, is doing now, is to live with his.. | to-beguile-a-beast elizabeth-hoyt σοφία helen | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 457dcaf | Griffin leaned across the desk, his arms braced on the now-clear top, and stared into Wakefield's outraged eyes. "We seem to be under a confusion of communication. I did not come here to ask for your sister's hand. I came to tell you I will marry Hero, with or without your permission, Your Grace. She has lain with me more than once. She may well be carrying my child. And if you think that I'll give up either her or our babe, you have not do.. | griffinlordsexy notorious-pleasures | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 377248c | In order to hold off the Forces of Darkness, you will need a number two pencil and a calendar, preferably one without pictures of kitties on it. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 26dfe8c | He always had a problem with the purity of others. Never his own. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 2bf0b9d | This Roberto. He no like the light. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 0006b51 | Fine, as the tailor said to the broke and naked knight, suit yourself. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 7e6efa5 | There's a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality--there's mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin. | Christopher Moore | ||
| d64fcfe | Latin, Greek, and English, plus a smattering of Italian and fucking French." "Fucking French, you say? Well . . ." "Oui," said I, in perfect fucking French." | Christopher Moore | ||
| bfadd79 | How could you deal with a creature as devious as woman. | Christopher Moore | ||
| c624c20 | One of them hissed-not the hiss of a cat, a long, steady tone-more like the hiss of air escaping the rubber raft that is all that lies between you and a dark sea full of sharks, the hiss of your life leaking out at the seams. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 65a5534 | Next out of the hall came the sisters and their husbands. Before I could say anything, the captain had clamped his hand over my mouth and was lifting me off my feet as I kicked. Cornwall made as to draw his dagger, but Regan pulled him away. "You've just won a kingdom, my duke, killing vermin is a servant's task. Leave the bitter fool stew in his own bile." She wanted me. It was clear." | fool | Christopher Moore | |
| d2e5e3d | Advice, then, young yeoman: When referring to the king's middle daughter, state that she is fair, speculate that she is pious, but unless you'd like to spend your watch looking for the box where your head is kept, resist the urge to wax ignorant on her naughty bits." -Pocket I don't know what that means, sir." -Yeoman Speak not of Regan's shaggacity, son" [...] -Pocket" | fool | Christopher Moore | |
| ecb8c4a | Oh my God, you're like Obnoxious and Annoying had an ass baby! | Christopher Moore | ||
| 1dc6c92 | The medium obscured the message. | Christopher Moore | ||
| e33fd98 | So, like, the master needed a hand, if you know what I mean, so I was like, "Oh chill, it's a stress thing, everyone does it. I'm flicking the bean under the table right now just to dial the tension back a little. Yes. Yes. Yes! Oh-zombie-jeebus-fuck-me-Simba-lion-king-hakuna-matata! Yes!" --The Chronicles of Abby Normal" | christopher-moore | Christopher Moore | |
| f68c4dc | Little-boy love...the cleanest pain I've ever known. Love without desire, conditions, or limits - a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once. Where does it go? Why, in all their experiments, did the Magi never try to capture that purity in a bottle? Perhaps they couldn't. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 411d26d | God is a comedian playing to an audience that is afraid to laugh. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 73932d7 | Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother? | whistler manet | Christopher Moore | |
| 0288847 | If I could only turn the etch-a-sketch of my life upside down. | Lynda Barry | ||
| b8cd4d5 | But inevitably, when I can't harm the people who harmed me, I just end up harming the people who love me. So maybe retaliation or holding on to anger about the harm done to me doesn't actually combat evil. Maybe it feeds it. In the end, if we're not careful, we can actually absorb the worst of our enemy and on some level even become them. | retaliation enemy | Nadia Bolz-Weber | |
| 92309b5 | The Bible had been the weapon of choice in the spiritual gladiatorial arena of my youth. I knew how, wielded with intent and precision, the Bible can cut deeply, while on the one holding it can claim with impunity that "this is from God." | spirituality god | Nadia Bolz-Weber | |
| e0f46c3 | It would seem that when we are sinned against, when someone else does us harm, we are in some way linked to that sin, connected to that mistreatment like a chain. And our anger, fear, or resentment doesn't free us at all. It just keeps us chained. | resentment forgiveness | Nadia Bolz-Weber | |
| 699734d | Whenever people annoy me beyond reason, I can guarantee it's because they're demonstrating something I'd rather not see in myself. | Nadia Bolz-Weber | ||
| 0789129 | Does a flower really have beauty? Does a fruit really have beauty? No: they have only color and form And existence. Beauty is the name of something that doesn't exist But that I give to things in exchange for the pleasure they give me. It means nothing. So why do I say about things: they're beautiful? | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 060e08b | To live is to be other. It's not even possible to feel, if one feels today what he felt yesterday. To feel today what one felt yesterday isn't to feel - it's to remember today what was felt yesterday, to be today's living corpse of what yesterday was lived and lost. To erase everything from the slate from one day to the next, to be new with each new morning, in a perpetual revival of our emotional virginity - this, and only this, is worth b.. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| d499c45 | Perhaps it's my destiny to remain a book-keeper for ever and for poetry and literature to remain simply butterflies that alight on my head and merely underline my own ridiculousness by their very beauty. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| e489b6e | I have a very simple morality: not to do good or evil to anyone. Not to do evil, because it seems only fair that others enjoy the same right I demand for myself - not to be disturbed - and also because I think that the world doesn't need more than the natural evils it already has. All of us in this world are living on board a ship that is sailing from one unknown port to another, and we should treat each other with a traveller's cordiality... | kindness morality | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 4219c94 | That is my morality or my metaphysics or me myself: a passer-by in everything, even my own soul. I belong to nothing, I desire nothing, I am nothing except an abstract centre of impersonal sensations, a sentient mirror fallen from the wall but still turned to reflect the diversity of the world. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| fae5dcf | I can breathe easier now that the appointments are behind me. I missed them all, through deliberate negligence, Having waited for the urge to go, which I knew wouldn't come. | independence freedom imagination escapism introvert | Fernando Pessoa | |
| aaba522 | La musica, la luz de la luna y los suenos son mis armas magicas. | magic diablo magia | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 766b29d | mn synqdhny mn lwjwd? lys lmwt m 'ryd, wl lHy@: bl dhlk lshy lakhr ldhy ysT` `mq lqlq mthl ms@ mHtml@ fy jwf mGr@ l ymkn lhbwT lyh | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 4784495 | Triste de quem e feliz ! Vive porque a vida dura. Nada na alma lhe diz Mais que a licao da raiz Ter por vida a sepultura. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| e4d7d71 | Ht~ 'n lHlm dwm, t'tyn~ b`D llHZt lt~ yhrb lHlm mn~ fyh; Hyny'dh tbdw l'shy wDH@ blnsb@ l~, fynzH Dbb m yHyT b~. wkl lntwt lmry'y@ tjrH bHd@ jld rwH~. kl lqswt lmry'y@ tw'dh~ m bdkhl~ mn qswt. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 32dfdb4 | The cause of my profound sense of incompatibility with others is, I believe, that most people think with their feelings, whereas I feel with my thoughts. For the ordinary man, to feel is to live, and to think is to know how to live. For me, to think is to live, and to feel is merely food for thought. | thought | Fernando Pessoa | |
| 46ed3b2 | I am not sorry, but this has hurt my heart and spirit more than all the other trials, for being forsaken is worse than being killed. (Sept 5, 1881) | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| 2ace90d | To hear the tales told at night-time hearths you would think we had made a whole new country in Britain, named it Camelot and peopled it with shining heroes, but the truth is that we simply ruled Dumnonia as best we could, we ruled it justly and we never called it Camelot. Camelot exists only in the poets' dreams, while in our Dumnonia, even in those good years, the harvests still failed, the plagues still ravaged us and wars were still fou.. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 0a3df61 | Tell me how Gisela can be married to a man she's never met?' Aidan glanced across at Guthred as if expecting help from the king, but Guthred was still motionless, so Aidan had to confront me alone. 'I stood beside her in Lord AElfric's place,' he said, 'so in the eyes of the church she is married.' 'Did you hump her as well?' I demanded, and the priests and monks hissed their disapproval. 'Of course not.' Aidan said, offended. 'If no one's .. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 5e23c1b | victory does not come to men who listen to their fears. | victory | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 2ba1704 | I'm in pain all the time,' I said, 'and if I gave into it then I'd do nothing. | uhtred | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 4c3ef84 | Latin! The language of God! Or perhaps He speaks Hebrew? I suppose that's more likely and it will make things rather awkward in heaven, won't it? Will we all have to learn Hebrew? | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 3490a88 | The first sound was the bowstrings, the snap of five thousand hemp cords being tightened by stressed yew, and that sound was like the devil's harpstrings being plucked. Then there was the arrow sound, the sigh of air over feathers, but multiplied, so that it was like the rushing of a wind. That sound diminished as two clouds of arrows, thick as any flock of starlings, climbed into the gray sky. Hook, reaching for another broadhead, marveled.. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 6bca25a | Nefret said with a gusty sigh, 'Well, that's done it. We may as well join in, Ramses, family arguments are the favorite form of amusement here and this looks like being a loud one. | Elizabeth Peters |