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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a3e8132 | Once again we can see that social proof is most powerful for those who feel unfamiliar or unsure in a specific situation and who, consequently, must look outside of themselves for evidence of how best to behave there. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| b574475 | The feeling of being in competition for scarce resources has powerfully motivating properties. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| d97f0b3 | Observers trying to decide what a man is like look closely at his actions. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 193c376 | what is more accessible in mind becomes more probable in action, | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 66c23ab | By no means is my friend original in this last use of the "expensive = good" rule to snare those seeking a bargain. Culturist and author Leo Rosten gives the example of the Drubeck brothers, Sid and Harry, who owned a men's tailor shop in Rosten's neighborhood while he was growing up in the 1930s. Whenever the salesman, Sid, had a new customer trying on suits in front of the shop's three-sided mirror, he would admit to a hearing problem, an.. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 59be0b3 | Social scientists have determined that we accept inner responsibility for a behavior when we think we have chosen to perform it in the absence of strong outside pressures. A | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 675826e | The rule says that we should try to repay, in kind, what another person has provided us. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 73b6a40 | Social scientists have determined that we accept inner responsibility for a behavior when we think we have chosen to perform it in the absence of strong outside pressures. A large reward is one such external pressure. It may get us to perform a certain action, but it won't get us to accept inner responsibility for the act. Consequently, we won't feel committed to it. The same is true of a strong threat; it may motivate immediate compliance,.. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| b389694 | revolutionaries are more likely to be those who have been given at least some taste of a better life. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| beb2e52 | Two years ago, when leaders in neighboring Mathews County broached the subject of sea-level rise, Tea Partiers packed meetings, warning of an environmentalist plot to "put nature above man." They linked a proposal to build dikes to a United Nations sustainability plan known as Agenda 21, which has inspired a number of conspiracy theories among far-right activists." | Deborah Blum | ||
| 9c7bccd | In his examination of the young dial painters, he'd discovered a fact that was impossible to dismiss. The women were exhaling radon gas. | Deborah Blum | ||
| fb9396c | There was the Bennett Cocktail (gin, lime juice, bitters), the Bee's Knees (gin, honey, lemon juice), the Gin Fizz (gin, lemon juice, sugar, seltzer water), and the Southside (lemon juice, sugar syrup, mint leaves, gin, seltzer water). | Deborah Blum | ||
| 4dd47bf | What do you want?" There was silence, broken only by a faint rustling. When he opened his eyes she was buttoning his banyan over her chemise. "Nothing, I think," she said to her hands. Then, "My freedom, perhaps." Freedom. He stared. What did freedom mean to such a wild creature? Did she want to be entirely quit of him? "I'll not let you go," he snapped. She glanced up at him and her look was sardonic. "Did I ask you to?" "Artemis--" | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| e9f869a | I've never been particularly fond of the artifice of flirtation. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 7547da4 | Now, now," said Vale in a sickeningly sweet voice reminiscent of a nursery nanny. "I already gave him a drubbing for courting Emmie." Reynaud raised his eyebrows. "You did?" "He did not," Hartley said even as Vale nodded happily. "I threw him down the stairs." Vale pursed his lips and looked skyward. "Not my recollection, but I can see how your memory of the event may've become hazy." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 06bddb3 | After a childhood reading fairy tales and myths, is it any wonder that when I began to write my own stories I included fairy tales? Fairy tales are storytelling at its most basic. They've been with mankind for as long as people have told stories to each other. Fairy tales speak to something intrinsic in humans--they touch our most primitive selves. How else to explain that the Cinderella story is told in nearly every society on earth? To th.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 0b9ebe3 | He pulled back, his chest heaving, and looked at her angrily. "Don't start something you mean to stop." She met his gaze squarely. "I don't mean to stop." His eyes narrowed. "I cannot give you marriage." She'd known. She'd never thought he could--she would've sworn so had she been asked a minute earlier--but his blunt words were an arrow of pain piercing her heart nonetheless. She bared her teeth in a smile. "Have I asked you to?" "No." "An.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| ce06f62 | Diana," he whispered. "My Diana." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 17d9a1b | Maximus turned to the house, thinking. He had no idea how he would do it yet, but he meant to best her. He'd show her that he was the master, and when she'd admitted his victory... well, then he'd have her. And he'd hold her, by God. His huntress. His goddess. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| a026e06 | He'd forgotten, in those long years in Bedlam, through fear and grief and pain, what it was like to simply be with a pretty woman. To tease and flirt and yes, perhaps steal a kiss. He didn't know how she felt about that kiss--or if she'd let him kiss her again, but he was certainly going to try. He had lost time to make up--much of life itself to live. He'd spent four years in limbo, simply existing, while others found lovers and friends, e.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| b3eea3e | She couldn't very well get up and leave him without causing a scene, but she dearly wanted to. "Well, then, in the interests of fairness, perhaps you ought to know, Your Grace, that I have no intention of yielding the field to you." Beside her he inclined his head a fraction of an inch. "Then en garde, Miss Greaves." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 73a76ae | One," he said, ticking points off on his fingers. "You are no longer a whore. Two, you wore a , you little idiot--no one will recognize you if you don't tell them your past. Three, I love you. Four, you love me. Five"--he tapped his thumb against his chin--"well, I really don't have a fifth reason, but I should think the first four are sufficient." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 839389a | Good Lord, His Grace the Ass hiding in the bushes," Apollo muttered. "Whatever are you doing here?" "Ah, Kilbourne, you've regained your voice," Wakefield drawled. "Pity, but I presume my wife is thrilled. And you are?" He looked pointedly at Montgomery." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| ee9bf5b | What are you looking for?" she asked abruptly. "It's rather rude for a gentleman to enter a lady's room without permission." "I'm not a gentleman." "Really? I thought otherwise." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 611f584 | I'm not a maiden. You took that." "And I would again," he growled. "I'd steal you away and keep you in a castle far from here. Far from any other man. I'd guard you jealously and every night come to your bed and put my cock into your cunny and fuck you until dawn." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 6bdb0f8 | Very well." Artemis blinked, her sweet lips parting as if she didn't believe what she'd heard. "What?" "I'll do it." He turned to go, his mind already making plans, when he felt her fingers clutch at his sleeve. "You'll take him from Bedlam?" "Yes." Perhaps his decision had already been made from the moment he'd seen tears in her eyes. He had a weakness, it seemed, a fault more terrible than any Achilles's heel: he couldn't stand the sight .. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| d260616 | She pulled back and murmured, "I'm still mad at you." "Are you?" His wounded voice had descended into Stygian depths. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to her jaw. "Yes." She yanked at his hair in emphasis. He grunted, but her grip didn't prevent him from lowering his mouth to hers again. He nipped at her lips and then licked at them, softening the sting. "I'll have to see what I can do to regain your good graces." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 5d64109 | Why?" she asked urgently. "Why me?" "Because," he murmured, "you draw me. Because you are kind but not soft. Because you cradle a desperate secret to your bosom, like a viper in your arms, and don't let go of it even as it gnaws on your very flesh. I want to pry that viper from your arms. To take that pain within myself and make it mine." | lord-caire temperance-dews | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| a6eba87 | He bent to lay his mouth on hers, thrusting his tongue lazily past her lips until she sucked on the thick length. "Are they any different?" he whispered against her mouth, "my kisses? Have they changed so much with my name?" She cracked her eyelids to look at him and murmur into the humid heat between them, "I can't tell. Perhaps you should demonstrate again." He licked at the corner of her mouth. "A scientific study, you mean?" His mouth t.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| ee510d8 | Dear God, what she saw in that look! How he had hidden these many years behind the guise of a simple schoolmaster, she didn't know. Anger, passion, lust, and surging hunger swirled in his stormy eyes. Emotions so stark, so strong, she didn't understand how he kept them under control. He looked as if he were about to attack her, ravish her, and conquer London and the world itself. He could've been a warrior, a statesman, a king. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 31bad47 | Edward shot a glare at Davis that held the promise of dismemberment, mayhem, and the apocalypse. | romance | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| a5ba5e9 | He was like a young tiger, all muscle and passion, and she wanted to ride him--not to tame the beast, but to feel for a small moment all of his vitality. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| cd051d9 | Darling," she said and caught his face between her hands, making him meet her eyes. He didn't want to. He didn't like the look in her eyes--a grim determination. "I love you," she whispered and his soul soared until she uttered her next words. "But I must leave you." "No." He clutched at her hips as if he were a child of three refusing to give up his toy sword. "No." "Yes," she replied." -- | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| bc8a6e2 | He immediately took her in his arms and cut off her stays. She didn't move. He shook her. "Artemis." Her head flopped back and forth limply. Makepeace laid a hand on his arm. "Your Grace." He ignored the other man. "Diana." "Your Grace, I'm sorry--" He swung back his arm and slapped her face, the sound echoing across the water. She choked. Immediately he flipped her so that her face was over the gunwale of the boat. She coughed and a great .. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| a4a0a01 | He inhaled and spoke without thinking, ignoring their audience. "What has happened?" "You know full well, Your Grace, for what--who--I fight." Her eyes were glittering and he couldn't believe it, but the evidence was clear. Tears. His goddess should never weep. He took her arm. "Artemis." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 4f98086 | This is my brother we're talking about, Maximus." "You'll take his part before mine?" Oh, he knew it was a mistake even before the words left his lips. Her shoulders squared. "If I must. We shared a womb. We're flesh and blood, tied together forever, both physically and spiritually. I love my brother." "As you don't me?" She stopped, her chemise in her hands before her. For a moment her shoulders slumped and then she raised her head. His go.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 2fde21c | Can you do it?' 'Maybe I can, and maybe I can't. But I am going to make MacDuff think that I can. And belief,' said Gabriel Love, with the smile of an angel, 'is a wonderful thing. | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| 684c094 | So how would you define a Londoner, then?" Lady Penny asked curiously. "Someone who lives here. It's like the old definition of a cockney: someone who's born within hearing distance of Bow bells. And a foreigner," he added with a grin, "is anyone, Anglo-Saxon or not, who lives outside." -- | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| 1e612ec | When a voyager begins a journey, he prepares his ship, decides upon his course and sets sail. What else can he do? But he cannot know the outcome - what storms may arise, what new lands he may find, or whether or not he will return. That is destiny, and you must accept it. Never think you can escape destiny. | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| bb566df | For the French army was going to war. In taxis. | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| 8961b88 | Nothing says Christmas like a burning meth lab. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 9f428ed | Evolution doesn't really have a destination. It's just dicking around with possibilities. | Christopher Moore | ||
| d7679ea | Amy called the whale punkin. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 9f7db8a | Do not seek death. Death will find you. But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment. --Dag Hammarskjold | Christopher Moore |