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| 45d2a4a | Sometimes, Gus didn't understand how he found himself in the situations that he did. Even if he was the common denominator, he obviously was not at fault. There had to be some other cosmic power that lorded over him. That made sense. Well, a lot of things made sense now that he was high. | T.J. Klune | ||
| cdc7e73 | This is for life. When the wolf attaches, it is for life." "I" | T.J. Klune | ||
| c010999 | I already have enough doubts as it is. I can't have them from you too. I need you, man. To have my back." He pounced on those words, of course. "Doubts? Then why are you even doing this?" I said, "Not about him. About me. What if I'm not good enough for him? What if I can't be what he's going to need?" He stopped his pacing and his shoulders sagged. "Ox, you can't think like that." I snorted. "Yeah? It's actually pretty easy to." "Your fath.. | T.J. Klune | ||
| d996708 | Bear!" he | T.J. Klune | ||
| fe23554 | Because sure, he'd chosen me. Out of everyone. He'd given me his wolf. Which was essentially the heart of him. I said, "I love you, you know?" And how he smiled. IT" | T.J. Klune | ||
| 1974762 | Felix," he whispered. "Oh, little man. Oh, Felix. That fire... the fire is beautiful." | T.J. Klune | ||
| daf2d9a | Pfft," I scoffed. "Feelings. I don't have feelings." I had so many feelings. None of them were good." | T.J. Klune | ||
| 6852ed8 | 'Whatever you need to call yourself to help you sleep at night, that's fine. Just as long as you know you're sleeping next to me.' | possessiveness | T.J. Klune | |
| 68371d0 | He said... he said he wants you to know that those we love are never really gone." Michael closes his eyes. "We may not get to see them like we used to, and we may not even remember what they sound like, but they will always be with us." | T.J. Klune | ||
| c3741ed | Then it was just the two of us. Me and Captain Hetero of the Straight Brigade. | T.J. Klune | ||
| dcd4c14 | Kiddies, Graphic Design, if you wield it effectively, is Power. Power to transmit ideas that change everything. Power that can destroy an entire race or save a nation from despair. In this century, Germany chose to do the former with the swastika, and America opted for the latter with Mickey Mouse and Superman. | Chip Kidd | ||
| d348c89 | Never fall in love with an idea. They're whores: if the one you're with isn't doing the job there's always, always, always another. | Chip Kidd | ||
| a49c66c | After age twenty-five, you're not a victim anymore -- you're a volunteer. | twenties | Chip Kidd | |
| 051a95e | Life is a life-long assignment that must be constantly analyzed, clarified, figured out, and responded to appropriately. | Chip Kidd | ||
| 6359c37 | Yes, Garnett Grey was an Architect. Were a psychoanalyst to approach him from behind, tap his shoulder, and say 'Humanity,' Garrett'd spin and respond, without hesitation, 'Solvable'. | Chip Kidd | ||
| 772c206 | Research has shown that we automatically assign to good-looking individuals such favorable traits as talent, kindness, honesty, and intelligence (for a review of this evidence, see Langlois et al., 2000). | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 9125bbb | Nothing in life is as important as you think it is while you are thinking about it."18" | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 3114470 | good-looking people are aware that other people's positive evaluations of them are not based on their actual traits and abilities but are often caused by an attractiveness "halo" | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 55307a1 | We like people who are similar to us. This fact seems to hold true whether the similarity is in the area of opinions, personality traits, background, or life-style. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 818317f | people don't care how much you know until they know how much you care.79 | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| c6e3441 | To fight demons, one must assume the guise of a demon | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 41a9924 | Melisande blinked rapidly, then looked back to the little box with garnet earrings. Her ears weren't even pierced. She touched one of the garnets with a fingertip and wondered if he'd ever looked-really looked- at her at all. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 89e3b96 | He sat and looked at her. "How is Mary Darling?" "Fast asleep after playing and having a bath," she said. "The nursery is lovely." "I'm glad you like it." "Rose and Annie are obviously practiced nursemaids, and what is even better, they seem to like Mary, and she them." He grunted. "It would take a hard heart to turn away from my Mary Darling." A smile curved the corners of her lips. "You didn't seem too enamored of her when you first met.".. | mickey scandalous-desires silence | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| f09e396 | I must be getting back to my rooms," Silence said and stood. Mick frowned with displeasure. "Why?" "Because of Mary Darling." He shrugged. "One o' the maids is watchin' her." "But if Mary wakes she'll want me." "Why?" he asked again, biting into a sweetmeat. This discussion wasn't to his fancy, but sparring with her was. "Because," she said slowly, looking at him as if he were lack-witted, "she's only a baby and she loves me." "Babies," Mic.. | mickey scandalous-desires silence | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| aaa025f | My darling Lucy." He panted against her ear, and then his teeth scraped her earlobe. "I love you," he whispered. "Don't ever leave me." | lucy simondababe the-serpent-prince | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 403b7f0 | Who are you?" Her eyes snapped open, and her voice held a hysterical edge. "Do I even know who you are?" He stepped over Walker's battered corpse and grabbed her by the shoulders, leaned down so that his no-doubt foul breath washed over her face. "I am your husband, my lady." She turned her face away from him. He shook her. "The one you promised to obey always." "Simon--" "The one you said you'd cleave to, forsaking all others." "I--" "The .. | lucy simondababe the-serpent-prince | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 44290a3 | He lowered his head and beat, fists balled, teeth clenched, the roaring in his ears loud and total. He saw only Thomas's bloody face, his brother's mouth moving, saying something, perhaps pleading, and Griffin's heart swelled with gleeful rage. He'd touched her. He'd hurt her. And for that he deserved to walk upon crippled legs. | griffinlordsexy notoious-pleasures | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| cfa660f | And how closely related to you is Cousin Beatrice?" Reynaud gave him a look. "Not that close. "Glad to hear it." Vale dropped into a cushioned chair. "I hope she recovers fully so that you can then propose to her. Because I tell you now, matrimony truly is a blessed state, enjoyed by all men of good sense and halfway adequate bedroom skills." "Thank you for that edifying thought," Reynaud growled. Vale waved his glass. "Think nothing of it... | reynaud to-desire-a-devil vale | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| a3a7b29 | A mother never abandons her child, even when he seems to want it | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 31c7863 | When you've tired of me," she said softly, precisely, "Apollo will still be my brother. Will still be there for me." "I'll never tire of you," he said, knowing with every thread of his soul that he spoke the absolute truth. "Then prove it." He knew what she asked with such an open and vulnerable face. Something within him shriveled and died... he'd been on the rack too long for a penance he wasn't sure he could ever entirely pay. "You know.. | choices love | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 5694dac | Have you ever noticed that once you have had a tasted of certain sweets- raspberry trifle is my own despair- it is quite impossible not to think, not to want, not to until you have taken another bite? | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 22a6217 | But Sir Alistair's gaze was different. Those other men had looked at her with lust or speculation or crass curiosity, but they hadn't been looking at her really. They'd been looking at what she represented to them: physical love or a valuable prize or an object to be gawked at. When Sir Alistair stared at her, well, he was looking at her. | depth identity love superficiality | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 29bd029 | He was aware, suddenly, of the chill condensing clammily on his skin, the smell of damp cobblestones, of the very air flowing in and out of his lings. But most of all he was aware of the woman, this woman, woman, standing so proudly, waiting patiently for him, only him. He walked toward her and knew with every fiber of his being that he walked to life itself. | love | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 1e474cd | He pulled back, staring at her in the dim carriage, his brows still knit. "Megs?" Oh, right. She still hadn't told him. Well, it was his own fault; his mouth was simply delicious. "I love you," she said, speaking clearly so that there might be no confusion." | love megs | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| f9495bf | He went to stand next to the bed and even though the room was unlit, he could make out, faintly, her slight form beneath the covers. The sight somehow calmed his soul. She lay in his bed, in his house, and no matter what bargain she thought she'd made with him, he knew the truth. He had no plans to let her go--ever. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| dfb71a6 | Lazarus had never thought of himself as lovable. Therefore it should come as no shock at all that Temperance did not, in fact, love him. No, not a shock... but it would have been nice had she had some small feeling for him. Lazarus pondered his own sickening craving as he guided his black gelding through the London morning throng the day after he'd walked out on Temperance. It appeared that his own nascent emotions had provoked a new desire.. | lazarussgextraordinaire wicked-intensions | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| d6c84de | There was no sound, but she felt a movement, a shifting of the air in her room, the warmth of another presence. Isabel opened her eyes. He was there, at the foot of her bed, a single candle in his hand, dressed only in shirtsleeves, waistcoat, and breeches. "Forgive me," he whispered as he set the candle down. "I could not stay away." | isabel thief-of-shadows winter | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 4b6045a | She threw one leg over his and straddled his lap, then reached under herself and found him again. He tore his mouth from hers. "Wait." "No." She looked him frankly in the eyes. "I don't care if you spill at once. I need you inside me now." His beautiful eyes widened and then narrowed. "You'll not always hold the reins, my lady." She smiled sweetly. "Naturally not, but I do now." | isabel thief-of-shadows winter | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| b0c6427 | I'll not miss a whit of it. Gold nor silks nor fancy books and statues. I can live without them all. What I cannot live without is one Silence Rivers. I love you, my wife." "And I love you, my husband. I look forward to being just plain Mrs. Rivers, I do." She leaned back and whispered in his ear, "But perhaps you can still be Charming Mickey O'Connor the notorious pirate--in our bedroom." He winked at her as he bent to catch her lips. "Oh,.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 8ce6e06 | It might've been my fichu." -Patricia to Lucy about her engagement to vicar Penweeble." | lucy paticia | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 09f2908 | Do you think you love that fellow?" "I don't know." She closed her eyes, but the tears overflowed nevertheless. "All I know is that he opened a door into a whole new world I never even knew existed. I've stepped through that door, and I cant return. (...) Its like being blind from birth and then one day suddenly being able to see. And not just see, but to witness the sun rising in all her glory across the azure sky. The dusky lavenders and .. | simon | elizabeth hoyt | |
| a74e06e | I think that its out very differences that make us a perfect match," he said, and his jaw moved under his fingertips. "You'd die of boredom with Thomas within a year. If I found a lady with a temper similar to mine, we'd tear each other apart within months. You and I, though, we're like bread and butter." She snorted. "That's romantic." "Hush," he said, his voice quivering with laughter, but also with an undertone of gravity. She cradled hi.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 77bf857 | Somewhere, at some indefinable point, he'd crossed a bridge and the bridge had crumbled behind him. There was no going back. He cared for Lady Phoebe Batten more than anything else in life. More than his family. More than his honor. More than his freedom, should it come to that. Bringing her joy was worth more than any amount of money. He knew--without doubt, without fear--that he would kill for her. That he would die for her. It was almost.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 08636e8 | For the increase in the number of my Brennan cousins," Conall remarked dryly, "we must thank the potato." | ireland potato | Edward Rutherfurd |