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| 962606b | In general, here is how it works: The teacher stands in front of the class and asks a question. Six to ten children strain in their seats and wave their hands in the teacher's face, eager to be called on and show how smart they are. Several others sit quietly with eyes averted, trying to become invisible, When the teacher calls on one child, you see looks of disappointment and dismay on the faces of the eager students, who missed a chance t.. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| f8d4637 | Once we have made a choice or taken a stand, we will encounter personal and interpersonal pressures to behave consistently with that commitment. Those pressures will cause us to respond in ways that justify our earlier decision. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 33a90f3 | The second important thing to understand is that we, too, have our preprogrammed tapes; and, although they usually work to our advantage, the trigger features that activate them can be used to dupe us into playing them at the wrong times. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 00199c0 | stubborn consistency allows us a very appealing luxury: We don't have to think hard about the issues anymore. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 2e17d74 | Without question, when people are uncertain, they are more likely to use others' actions to decide how they themselves should act. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| b7bd377 | There is a natural human tendency to dislike a person who brings us unpleasant information, even when that person did not cause the bad news. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 75758f3 | Together we would make reputation, we would have men in halls across Britain telling the story of our exploit. Or of our deaths. They were friends, they were oath-men, they were young, they were warriors, and with such men it might be possible to storm the gates of Asgard itself. | death friends oath-men reputation warriors | Bernard Cornwell | |
| d460757 | Nor did he care about his childhood, for certainly I never heard him speak of it. I once questioned him about his early days and he would not answer. 'What is the egg to the eagle?' he asked me... | human-nature living perspective quote quotes quotes-on-life the-winter-king | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 7fe6aad | Nicotine had been isolated and synthesized in the nineteenth century. In pure form, it took an ounce at most to kill the average adult. | Deborah Blum | ||
| 1164556 | Our own ways of mourning may be unique, but the human capacity to grieve deeply is something we share with other animals. | Deborah Blum | ||
| d0dbc82 | The name explains the structure: carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen bond into a ring-shaped structure called a cresol (also found in creosote), and phosphorus hangs on to the ring like an exhausted swimmer gripping a life preserver. | phosphorus | Deborah Blum | |
| 29b4571 | At the end, in Harry's handiwork, there's nothing sentimental about love, no sunlit clouds and glory notes--it's a substantial, earthbound connection, grounded in effort, kindness, and decency. Learning to love, Harry liked to say, is really about learning to live. Perhaps everyday affection seems a small facet of love. Perhaps, though, it is the modest, steady responses that see us through day after day, that stretch into a life of close a.. | Deborah Blum | ||
| b73b90b | I have lived my life, Derfel,' he said at last, 'according to oaths. I know no other way. I resent oaths, and so should all men, for oaths bind us, they hobble our freedom, and who among us doesn't want to be free? But if we abandon oaths then we abandon guidance. We fall into chaos. We just fall. We become no better than beasts. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| f85349e | May the gods always send me stupid enemies. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 980f8a6 | If I've never stepped outside the role that's been assigned to me since birth, I've never tested myself. I've been too afraid of others' opinions, I think. I've been a coward. If that woman needs me, why not help her--for her... and for me? | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| dc15a91 | If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride. -Lady Georgina Maitland- | george harry wish | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 91d2042 | It would be the height of idiocy for the Duke of Wakefield to pursue the cousin of the woman he wanted as wife. And yet, for the first time in his life, Maximus wanted to let the man rule him instead of the title. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 1bd2f36 | It was the sad state of the world that people judged others not by the best that they could be but by the worst thought in their own hearts | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 52bd0c3 | He came for me. But the Vicar never got very far with what he intended. I was not raped." A sudden, rather awful thought assailed her. "You do believe me, don't you?" A wide grin spread across his handsome face. "Darlin', I don't believe in God, but I believe in ye." "Michael, that's blasphemy," she chided, even as she couldn't keep the corners of her own mouth from turning up. "No," he said, very serious now, "that's love. I hear ye, I .. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 390a055 | In that moment Apollo resolved that no matter how ridiculous their mating might be, he wasn't going to let her change her mind. She was his now--and if he had any say in the matter, she'd be his always. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 5cb4ffb | Apollo widened his eyes, trying to look harmless--sadly, nearly impossible. He'd hit six feet at age fifteen and topped that by several inches in the fourteen years since. Add to that the width of his shoulders, his massive hands, and a face that his sister had once affectionately compared to a gargoyle's, and trying to appear harmless became something of a lost cause. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 55b46a5 | Then you've never been in love?" "Never." She nodded. "Nor have I." "A pity," he said, pursing his lips. "I wonder how it would feel? To be swept away by a grand passion? To give everything for only one person in the world?" Her lips curved wryly. "So idealistic for a rake. Really, you do spoil my prior understanding of what the word entailed." "This is my social face," he said lightly. "Don't confuse it with the animal beneath." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 57e6e50 | He was like a star in the night sky above and she but a sparrow. No matter how high she might try to fly, she'd never reach him. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 65c4945 | He doesn't deserve to die," she said. Tears pricked at her eyes. "Does anyone? Whether he deserves it or not is neither here nor there; it's simply his fate. You can no more change that than you can change the course of the stars." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 81a2f70 | If she'd been quizzed as to His Grace's eye color, she would've had to reply simply that they were dark. Which they were. Very dark, nearly black, but not quite. The Duke of Wakefield's eyes were a deep, rich brown, like coffee newly brewed, like walnut wood oiled and polished, like seal fur shining in the light, and even though they were rather lovely to look at, they were as cold as iron in winter. One touch and her very soul might freeze.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 9e3b546 | Her breath caught on the thought. Was he saying that a woman would put her hands--her mouth--there? Her bodice felt suddenly too tight as her breaths became faster. She didn't know where to look: at those long fingers massaging his own leg or his glinting, knowing green eyes. "And of course," he continued, "a woman can pleasure herself--with her hand--and a man..." His hand drifted up, straight to the top of his widely spread legs. He gripp.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| b9f768c | Her nostrils flared as she inhaled. There was a musky scent in the air, salty and animal, and it made her clench her legs together. He grinned suddenly, his white teeth gritted together, as if he knew what he did to her. His fist was moving faster now, the deep red head of his cock appearing and disappearing between his fingers. It shone, fully revealed, and so big she bit her lip. "Now," he grunted. "Now, Eve, watch me. Are you watching me.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 73898a2 | Because I deserve more," she said. "I deserve a man who loves me above all else. I deserve a family and happiness." "Then go!" he growled. "Go off and find this mythical man and spread your legs for him if it'll give you what you want." She took two strides toward him and slapped him, quick and hard, and then her eyes widened as she realized what she'd done. "Oh, I'm sorry." He turned his face back to her slowly, almost lazily. "I'm not." A.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| f6381e9 | The sight of her was like a swift, cool wind through his frame, quickening his body, alerting all his senses, making him completely aware he was a male and she a female. | male | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| b97f3a3 | Lily stopped dead in the doorway to her room and then took a step back. Apollo cocked his head. It'd been a very long day full of trepidation mixed with tediousness and he'd used up all his patience. "If you leave, I'll follow you out and we'll have this discussion in the hallway where everyone can hear." She scowled ferociously at him, but came all the way in the room and shut the door. "What do you want to talk about?" "Us." "There's noth.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 8f4fb9f | Temperance Dews stood with quiet confidence, a respectable women who lived in the sewer that was St. Giles. Her eyes had widened at the sight of Lazarus, but she made no move to flee. Indeed, finding a strange man in her pathetic sitting room seemed not to frighten her at all. Interesting. "I am Lazarus Huntington, Lord Caire," he said. "I know. What are you doing here?" He tilted his head, studying her. She knew him, yet did not recoil in .. | historical-romance maiden-lane | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 12e44f1 | Miss Greaves drifted behind them, silent as a wraith. He had the most persistent urge to turn and confront her--make her say something to him. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| cb8ffc9 | She moaned, long and low, wanting to arch, to thrash, to scream. Instead she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder, tasting salt. Tasting want. Then she gasped. "Please." "What do you want?" he whispered in her ear, an incubus, dark and alive and in her. "Tell me. What do you need?" "I..." Her mouth opened, wordless. "Tell me," his smoky voice curled around her. "You." He chuckled, dark and low." | passionate-love | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 68506c2 | Edward got up from his desk, limped across to hers, and placed both hands, palms down, upon it. He leaned over until his eyes were only inches from her hazel ones. "I am not ashamed," he said very slowly. "I did not fall off my horse. I was not thrown from my horse. I wish to end this discussion. Is that amenable to you, Mrs. Wren?" Anna swallowed visibly, drawing his eyes to her throat. "Yes. Yes, that's quite amenable to me, Lord Swarting.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 7adee75 | If looks could kill, Lord d'Arque would be a writhing, bloody mess on the earl's pink marble floor. Well, this is interesting. She really ought to be contrite. Poor, darling Lord d'Arque hadn't done a thing besides act the rake he'd apparently been born. It wasn't his fault that she'd flirted outrageously with him, triggering his rakish instincts. But there was something terribly satisfying at seeing her husband mentally slaughter another m.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 4909819 | The peach gown she'd chosen was the color of the sunrise, the rippling watered silk seeming to subtly change from rose to pink to nearly orange in different lights. She'd fallen in love with it at once. | colors gown iris-de-chartres peach-color sunrise | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 57fa872 | He looked down the table again and felt an irrational urge to push poor Mr. Watts out of his chair when Miss Greaves tilted her head toward him to hear something he'd said. He caught her eye briefly and she stared back in defiance, her mouth twisting tragically before looking away again. Something was wrong. She was leaking emotion. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 74738d4 | ARTEMIS WOKE TO the feel of strong arms grasping her tight and lifting her from her bed. She should've been alarmed, but all she felt was a strange rightness. She looked up as Maximus carried her into the corridor outside her room. His face was set in grim lines, his eyes drawn and old, his mouth flat. He wore his banyan, its silk smooth beneath her cheek. She could hear his heart beating, strong and steady. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| a6ab610 | No, the Duke of Wakefield would never be a darling of the feminine members of society. Something about him was so opposite to female that he almost repelled the softer sex. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| d4dbd9e | Your Grace seems out of breath. I do hope you're not being chased by an overly enthusiastic heiress?" "Pack a light bag, Craven," Maximus snapped. "We're going to London to help a murderous lunatic escape from Bedlam." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 2c31ba7 | He rolled onto her, his body caging hers as if he could cage her heart as well. This woman. His woman. He'd make it all up to her, give her anything she'd wish for, if only she'd never leave him. Behind them, the door to his bedroom opened. "Get out," he growled to whichever servant had dared disturb him. There was a squeak and the door was hastily shut. Below him, Artemis cocked an eyebrow. "That was ill done." He scowled. "Would you like .. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 42f93d3 | Besides, they'll all know soon enough, won't they? That I'm your mistress?" He snorted, hitting the bed with one arm as he sprawled. She raised a delicate eyebrow. "That is what you want, isn't it?" "I can't have what I want." "Can't you?" Her voice was light, nearly careless. "But you're the Duke of Wakefield, one of the most powerful men in England." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 2c3de47 | I believed... No. I knew we had an attraction. Then you left and I realized you were taking what you felt for me and giving it to another woman. A woman you didn't even know. And I wanted--needed--" Anna threw up her hands in frustration. "I wanted to be the one you-you swived with." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 3814dca | You were the one who left for London. You were the one who decided to-to tup another woman. You were the one who turned away from me. From us. Who is the greater sinner? I will no longer--urp! | Elizabeth Hoyt |