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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 266d683 | A zlo plodi zlo, zlo zamoruje mista a pritahuje k nim dalsi zle skutky... | Garth Nix | ||
| 5dc4c5a | Are you . . . are you the athask? The great one?" "Maybe," said Mogget. "I can't remember." "Mogget," -- | Garth Nix | ||
| 41e3a72 | I am the Disreputable Dog. Or Disreputable Bitch, if you want to get technical. When are we going for a walk? | Garth Nix | ||
| f9a92b9 | Everything moved rapidly after the tea was drunk. | sabriel | Garth Nix | |
| a4c6719 | And he stood so closely behind her that she felt his breath feather her neck. Blanche leaped away, putting a polite distance between them, her heart suddenly thundering in her chest. His body hadn't touched hers, but it might as well have, for she had felt his heat. | Brenda Joyce | ||
| 69d42ff | I have always loved Elle. I love her now even more deeply than before, as the woman I wish to share my life with." ~Sean O'Neill" | Brenda Joyce | ||
| 97ab058 | I am not a twenty-two-year-old boy; I am not a besotted fool. If you think to jilt me, think again. For I will not turn tail and run the other way as he did, oh no. I will find you, and I will drag you to the altar on your back if need be, no matter how you might be screaming. No matter how scandalous it might be. | marriage love male-female-relationships romance-novels | Brenda Joyce | |
| 3af1336 | You deny it all you want, but you are mine. Call it passion, call it obsession, call it whatever pleases you, but you run hot and wild in my blood, Katherine-I cannot give you up. | Brenda Joyce | ||
| 0fcdfd3 | And what have you been up to? she asked. Oh, I don't know really, I said. Not much. Learning how to be a good loser. | life losers | Miriam Toews | |
| 64e6bfc | They say nothing is my fault, and I wish they wouldn't say that. How can a man be forgiven if nothing is his fault? | Miriam Toews | ||
| bddc377 | What you do at the pulpit would be considered lunatic behaviour on the street. You can't go around terrorizing people and making them feel small and shitty and then call them evil when they destroy themselves. You will never walk down a street and feel a lightness come over you. You will never fly. | Miriam Toews | ||
| b896fee | Remember what mom used to say? "Shred the guilt." | Miriam Toews | ||
| 629af07 | That to truly know happiness is to know the fleeting nature of everything, joy, pain, safety and happiness itself. | Miriam Toews | ||
| 8e243d7 | I learned another thing, which is that just because someone is eating the ashes of your protagonist doesn't mean you stop telling the story. | Miriam Toews | ||
| f6d1816 | I was just learning how to read and was reading every sign out loud, practising, and when I saw Cockburn Avenue I said Cock Burn Avenue and then asked what's that? And Elf, she must have been eleven or twelve, said that's from too much sex and my mother said shhhh from the front passenger seat and we didn't dare look over at my dad who clutched the wheel and peered out the windshield like a sniper tracking his target. There were two things .. | Miriam Toews | ||
| cef1483 | It was the first time in my life that I had been aware of my own existence. It was the first time in my life I had realized that I was alive. And if I was alive, then I could die, and I mean forever. Forever dead. Not heaven, not eternal life on some other plane...just darkness, curtain, scene. Permanently. And that was the key to my new religion, I figured. That's why life was so fucking great. I want that day back. I want to be nine again.. | Miriam Toews | ||
| 79199e5 | Go into hard things quickly, eagerly, then retreat. It's the same for thinking, writing, and life. | Miriam Toews | ||
| ae50438 | Do you know that hobo is an acronym for Homeward Bound? | Miriam Toews | ||
| 321b34a | Life and death are in constant battle. There is no way in this world for happiness to exist alone... | Nancy Farmer | ||
| ca7c6da | Death must be fought with life, and that means courage and that means joy, | Nancy Farmer | ||
| 4ba1129 | There's some of them'll be nursing a guid scratch or two on their hinder-ends this night.... Man, it was a rout.' 'I imagine,' said Piero Strozzi, his dark face impassive, 'that my lord Grey's army would not relish their defeat either.' 'Oh, aye, the English,' said Buccleuch absently. 'We are, after all, at war with them and not with the Kerrs,' the Marshal said mildly. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 78c201b | What to do when attacked at sea, lessons one to ten. They had spent their first morning at sea being trained, remorselessly, by Francis Crawford for this precise event. 'I know what to do,' said Philippa. 'Offer them the raspberry wine and keep them talking till Mother comes in. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| b7017bd | Oh, ye've a temper,' said Archie consideringly. 'And ye had a rare old time losing it, and ye were like enough justified at that. But take a thought, too. Are ye to accuse Graham Malett in the law courts from the flat o' a bier-claith, or on two sticks like a wife wi' Arthretica? If ye're tae walk upright like the fine, testy gentleman ye are, ye'll need some nursing, I'd say. So I fear Guthrie and I had best bide. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| f1905a2 | Jenny Fleming merely looked exasperated. 'That young man,' she said, 'ought to be plucked out of his pride and impaled on a thornbush. He introduced me to someone as the Controller of the King's Beam, last time we met.' Which at least had the merit of making her daughter laugh, if a little wildly. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 722caf0 | Standing safely on the opposite bank with her dry maid, her dry escort, and a company of streaming horsemen, Philippa said scathingly, 'That's men for you. Cover the lady's retreat, the book says. A hundred years ago, maybe. And what stopped you from coming with me just now? I can swim, you know. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| acfcdc6 | And isna Sybilla a wee love o' a bitch?' 'You say the nicest things about my mother,' said Lymond. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 6a77ea3 | Yes, gentlemen: said Philippa impatiently, and seizing a stout wooden heading axe, let it fall on the next person who passed. It was Lymond. He dropped to his knees, his hands covering the nape of his neck, his skin flushed with laughter. Philippa, lowering the axe, said, 'I have never in the whole of my life seen you laugh before.' He looked up at the red sock, still gasping. 'Now that,' he said, 'is ridiculous. Although, now you mention i.. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 7626fc2 | His leaf-gold tresses on end, his eyes in baskets from the long night without sleep, Phelim O'LiamRoe smacked his two fists together and cursed. The Queen Dowager, hardly aware of him, had turned her erect body to the window, followed by Margaret Erskine's wide eyes. But Michel Herisson, who had arrived so unexpectedly on the Irishman's heels, ran his hacked and gouty hands through the wild white hair and said through his teeth, 'Liam aboo.. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| ac98b83 | What we see is acting, isn't it, Francis?" "Is it?" he said derisively. "You won't get your diamonds back, I fear, when the curtain comes down. And the name, please, is Lymond: a new medal: choose the trussell or the pile. My present face is the provident, forbearing one." The smiling eyes turned on her were empty. "De los alamos vengo, madre. From the stews and alleyways of Europe with a taste for play acting--yes--and killing and treason .. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| bd445af | Better to be whipped than humoured; better to be crushed than cherished.... It was a woman told me that. I live in a world of men, my dear,' Lymond had said. 'I love you all, but I shall never marry you. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 568a647 | The wedding ended, hurriedly, on a surge of masculine bonhomie and relief. Five minutes later, followed by the red-eyed glares of their womenfolk, Buccleuch and his friends and his new-married son had plunged off to join Lord Culter, head of the Crawfords, and Francis Crawford his brother, to fight the English once more. * Sentimentally, Will Scott thought, it made his wedding-day perfect. Cantering, easy and big-limbed, through the bracken.. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| f452624 | And here, above the valley of Yarrow, Lord Culter and his brother and twenty men from Midculter in their wedding finery with, thank God, half armour beneath, waited to intercept the English army on its plundering march, with two shepherds, twelve arquebuses, some pikes, some marline twine, a leather pail of powder, shot, matches, some makeshift colours, and eight hundred rusted helmets from the Warden's storehouse at Talla. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| f45b2b6 | My dear man,' said Lymond, 'he was keeping the numbers down. If we hadn't taken precautions the whole of the noble Order of St John would be disporting itself at St Mary's under the delusion that it was earning merit by converting us to the Cross. As it is, another half dozen are due any day. Alec, now you've kept us right, I'd be grateful if you would see if the head of the column knows what the hell it's doing without you. Jerott, it won'.. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 1b87d96 | You're going to declare a rest period?' asked Jerott. Leisure, with Gabriel there, seemed too good to be true. 'Rumour being what it is, I imagine it will have declared itself by now,' Lymond said. 'Yes. We shall take three days from our labours to relax. Provided Sir Graham understands that by midday tomorrow St Mary's will be empty and all the men at arms and half the officers whoring in Peebles.' In the half-dark you could guess at Gabr.. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| e83fe0e | We'll do it,' said Will Scott comfortably, shouting over the tumult. 'If it's no more than an hour, we'll do it.' 'Christ, I believe you're sorry, you flaming maniac,' said Lymond. 'Don't I keep telling you that this is bloody childishness, and don't you keep agreeing? | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 1f81ed0 | Mr Blyth, you should remember one thing. A celibate island life fighting Turks is no particular guarantee of early maturity. Take a little crone-like advice, and don't rush your judgements. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 1aeda53 | Why did you decide to join me?" "Why ... ?" repeated Redhead, needing time to think. "Word of three letters," said Lymond. "Come along, for God's sake: no need to let me have it all my own way. What was it? Rape, incest, theft, treason, arson, wetting the bed at night ..." "... Or burning my mother alive," said the other sarcastically. "Oh, be original at least." -- | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 29e909b | Philippa drew a deep breath, and found relief in expelling it. 'Do you think,' she said carefully, 'that someone is going to be goaded into doing something soon?' There was a long pause. 'I think,' said Jerott at length, equally carefully, 'that someone is going to the court of Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent, and someone else is going to Flaw Valleys, England, to Mother.' Which summed it up, Philippa supposed, with regret. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 8b09bea | Intolerance drunk is bad enough, but intolerance sober is quite insupportable. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 444f3cb | nobility on earth may be earned by the sword, but nobility of the soul must be sought in stony ways and through hard endeavor. I have to tell you to rejoice that you have been chosen. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 8dfae54 | So Philippa got her leave to bring Archie Abernethy with her and sail on the Dauphine. But they had not seen the woman Marthe before they left Lyons. And permission to sail from Marseilles depended still, Philippa was grimly aware, on whether or not the woman Marthe was found to be eligible. Kiaya Khatun, she imagined, would pass like a shot. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 504afec | There is no one to understand us, except ourselves. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| c0c95a4 | She gave up combing her hair, which the salt air had reduced to a kind of scrim of brown hessian, and, lying down, proceeded to keep her fingernails short in the way Kate admired least. Then she overslept. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| aa355d9 | How many years hast thou, Hakim?' Francis Crawford's real age. Something the Dame de Doubtance had known and the girl Marthe had not. Something which, building up mastery over a strong and heterogeneous company of battle-tough men, he had never revealed. Timeless as Enoch ... 'I am twenty-six,' Lymond said. And flinched as Mikal, his eyes dark with pity, leaned forward dry-lipped and kissed him once, on the cheek, before turning lightly and.. | Dorothy Dunnett |