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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4acbe19 | She's your mate, Amren bit at me, not your spy go get her. She is my mate and my spy, I said too quietly. And she is the high lady of the night court. Not a consort,not wife. Feyre is high lady of the night court, my equal in every way. | young-adult | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 8fb8d44 | But I won't be. Every day that you're there, I will wonder what has become of you. I won't ... I won't forget you. Not for one hour. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| c370433 | She wouldn't ask. Didn't want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire. | heir-of-fire hof sarah-j-maas throne-of-glass tog | Sarah J. Maas | |
| d0480fa | So I laid a hand on his forearm, savoring the corded strength beneath, and nestled my head back against his chest. "I wish I had days to spend with you-- like this," I managed to say as my eyelids drooped. "Just me and you." "We will." He kissed my hair. "We will." | feyre love rhysand young-adult | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 7a184b8 | Hw would probably have been even more scandalised to learn I'm not wearing any undergarments beneath this dress.' - Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius | queen-of-shadows sarah-j-maas scandalize throne-of-glass tog undergarments | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 274e524 | Rowan raced beside her, but made no move to grab her. No, Rowan was ... playing. He threw a glance at her, breathing hard but evenly. And it might have been the sun through the canopy, but she could have sworn that she saw his eyes alight with a glimmer of that same, feral contentment. She could have sworn he was smiling. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| a254f32 | There was a string--a string tied to my gut that pulled me toward those hills, commanding me to go, to hear the faerie drums | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 1ce4d02 | Sam," she murmured into his chest. "Hmm?" She peeled away from him, stepping out of his arms. "If you ever tell anyone about me embracing you ... I'll gut you." Sam" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ee091b2 | His skin shimmered with veins of pure gold -- iridescent, like a blue butterfly. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 2eea892 | She slid of out his grasp. "If we live through tomorrow, you'll get the rest." He didn't know whether to laugh or roar. "Are you trying to bribe me into surviving?" | rowan-whitehorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 0c8c55e | but ... talking to you. Laughing with you. I missed having you in my bed, but missed having you as my friend even more. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e7be01d | I love it when you look at me like that." The purr in his voice heated my blood. "Like what?" "Like my power isn't something to run from. Like you see me." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 233900a | Why does anything cling to something? | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 3e2c47e | You'll find out when my fangs are buried in your neck," she said. "Why not right now?" Cain breathed. "Come on--hit me. Hit me with all that rage you feel every time you force yourself to miss the bull's-eye, or when you slow yourself down so you don't scale walls as fast as me. Hit me, Lillian," he whispered so only she could hear, "and let's see what that year in Endovier really taught you." Celaena's heart leapt into a gallop. He knew. H.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b596a36 | The mix of awe and anger and the realisation that the world was large, and beautiful, and sometimes so overwhelming in its wonder that it was impossible to drink it all down at once | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 7a72e89 | You're still lovely," Mor said a bit gently. | a-court-of-thorns-and-roses a-court-of-wings-and-ruin acomaf acotar acowar | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 75de7fb | Is your blood as sweet as your face, girl? | ilken | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 8c39c6f | You know, I really liked those days back in Soul Society! Shinigami are always in death's way because of their existence and line of work. We may die the next day. We may be talking at one moment and dead at the next. No one talks about it, but everyone has that thought in the corner of their minds. We saw death up close. We felt death up close. That's why we were able to cherish each day. Death will eventually come to us all. But that's wh.. | death hiyori-sarugaki soul-society | Tite Kubo | |
| 13d44df | For stalker food, Martha Stewart is the woman to go to. | Julie Powell | ||
| f3dad7a | I took a bite of lobster meat with rice. It was quite tasty. 'Arguing the morality of slaughter will send you into a tailspin of self-loathing every time.' 'Unless you're a vegan.' 'Uh-huh. But then you're a vegan and you don't count. | funny vegan | Julie Powell | |
| cb2037a | And he now knew with certainty that the world was hollowed of its wonder by knowledge and travel, that when one stripped away the mysteries, its dimensions collapsed rather than bloomed. Of course, the world was a much more sophisticated place to him now than it had been when he was a child, but it was also far simpler. Everywhere men grasped and grasped, as though the titles "king," "shriah," and "grandmaster" were simply masks worn by th.. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| ada57fc | The Men of the Ordeal do not march to save the World, Proyas--at least not first and foremost. They march to save their wives and children. Their tribes and their nations. If they learn that the world, their world, slips into ruin behind them, that their wives and daughters may perish for want of their shields, their swords, the Host of Hosts would melt about the edges, then collapse. | war | R. Scott Bakker | |
| 075352f | Any fool can see the limits of seeing, but not even the wisest know the limits of knowing. Thus is ignorance rendered invisible, and are all Men made fools. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 8db408a | Better blind in Hell than speechless in Heaven. -- | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 35ee2b1 | Sit with a merchant or sit with a beggar, and it'll always be the beggar who buys your first drink. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 065ee26 | Of course he could see only blackness, such was the treachery of fire, which iluminated small circles by darkening the entire world. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| d2f0a8d | It is strange the way trauma deadens curiosity. To suffer cruelty in excess is to be delivered from care. The human heart sets aside its questions when the future is too capricious. This is the irony of tribulation. To know the world will never be so bad. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| b3b520d | Screens of tumbling water, breaking the world beyond them into glittering lines and smeared shadows. Kellhus had ceased trying to penetrate them. "Power," Anasurimbor Moenghus said, "is always power over. When an infant may be either, what is the difference between a Fanim and an Inrithi? Or between a Nansur and a Scylvendi? What could be so malleable in Men that anyone, split between circumstances, could be his own murderer? "You learned t.. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| e000f4f | To be ignorant and to be deceived are two different things. To be ignorant is to be a slave of the world. To be deceived is to be the slave of another man. The question will always be: Why, when all men are ignorant, and therefore already slaves, does this latter slavery sting us so? --AJENCIS, THE EPISTEMOLOGIES But | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 1e7231c | One cannot raise walls against what has been forgotten. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 93784f5 | They so wanted it to be simple, believers. "It is what is!" they cried, sneering at the possibility of other eyes, other truths, overlooking their own outrageous presumption. "It says what it says," spoken with a conviction that was itself insincerity. They ridiculed questions, for fear it would make their ignorance plain. Then they dared call themselves "open." | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| d2b7360 | There is a hand behind every curtain,' " she quoted. " 'And a knife in every hand,' " finished Mara." | the-great-game | Raymond E. Feist | |
| 98a01e0 | Vzemete koito shchete moriak, gazil v d'lboki vodi i sreshchal sm'rtta tolkova p'ti, kolkoto men, drasnete go s nok't po kozhata i otdolu shche namerite filosof. Zasukanite dumi shche sa mu chuzhdi, garantiram vi, no shche namerite d'lbok i traen uset za miastoto mu v sveta. | амос българия български бард bulgaria bulgarian feist фийст философ filosofia life магьосник майстор място more philosopher philosophy place raymond разлом реймънд saga sea война world живот | Raymond E. Feist | |
| 7f40393 | I love a question I can't answer. It keeps things interesting, even after so many years. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 6428c2b | The Empire is all those who live within its borders, from the nobles to the lowest servant, even the slaves who work the fields. It must be seen as a whole, not as being embodied by some small but visible part, such as the Warlord or the High Council. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 48d25b2 | Latia returned, coming around the curve and stepping through the glass. "Yes, it's our path," she reported. "And it seems to be near the ogre fen." "Oh? How do you know?" Esk asked. "Oh, nothing specific. Trees twisted into pretzels, boulders cracked with hairy fist marks on them, dragons slinking about as if terrified of anything on two legs. Perhaps I am mistaken." | Piers Anthony | ||
| bc50520 | Dobre. Oshche edin den i nie prod'lzhavame da sme zhivi. Mozhe dori m'nichko biakhme pom'dreli. Dostat'chno, za da os'znaem, che vse oshche s'shchestvuvat mnogo neshcha, koito triabva da nauchim. Da ne gubim nadezhda. Tova e to. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| c059a44 | I don't know that I ever wanted greatness, on its own. It seems rather like wanting to be an engineer, rather than wanting to design something - or wanting to be a writer, rather than wanting to write. It should be a by-product, not a thing in itself. Otherwise, it's just an ego trip. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| a825d30 | If the liberal arts do nothing else, they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 20609e3 | Who are you, man?" "I? I am nothing," replied the other. "A leaf caught in a whirlpool. A feather in the wind..." "Too bad," said Yama, "for there are leaves and feathers enough in the world for me to have labored so long only to increase their number. I wanted me a man, one who might continue a war interrupted by his absence-a man of power who could oppose with that power the will of gods. I thought you were he." "I am"-he sqinted again.. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| e99f077 | People never pay attention to weather reports; this, I believe, is a constant factor in man's psychological makeup, stemming probably from an ancient distrust of the shaman. You want them to be wrong. If they're right, then they're somehow superior, and this is even more uncomfortable than getting wet. "This Moment of the Storm" | weather-forecast | Roger Zelazny | |
| 0e41ad9 | She finished her drink and put it down. "It's getting chilly out here." "Yes." "Let us repair within." "I'd like to repair." I put down my cigar and we stood and she kissed me. So I put my arm around her trim and sparkling, blue-kept waist and we moved away from the bar, toward the archway, through the archway and beyond, into the house we were leaving. Let's make it a triple-asterisk break: ***" | Roger Zelazny | ||
| a31000d | Death and Light are everywhere, always, and they begin, end, strive, attend, into and upon the Dream of the Nameless that is the world, burning words within Samsara, perhaps to create a thing of beauty. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 63ed091 | It was my turn to be silent while a small family of moments crossed my path, single file, from the left, sticking their tongues out at me. | Roger Zelazny |