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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8390e9a | Have you not explained to your friend? She seems confused." "I've told her what she needs to know." "I would suspect, Nephew, that she needs to know more. Particularly when I see how you look at her." Taka gave another sudden start, but didn't turn. What did his uncle see when he looked at her? Murderous tendencies? Vast annoyance? Or something else? "And she looks at you the same way," the old man added, and it was Summer's turn to jump. D.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 666cfae | Summer Hawthorne was simply more trouble than she was worth. At least as far as anyone with any sense would realize. Unfortunately, Taka's common sense seemed to have deserted him in the last few days. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 3b766e8 | He pulled the knitting away from her, throwing it in the grass, then sank down on his knees in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his head in her lap. He was shaking, she realized, and the tears were pouring down her face, onto him, as she stroked his long, silken hair and cried. She didn't care what it sounded like--the hiccupping noises, the choking sobs. Her own body was shaking, racked by the final release, and.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 3055cc6 | I eat gaijin for breakfast..." His words trailed off as Jilly came out of the house, in her pseudo-frock, her combat boots, her spiky hair and her young, young face. He just stared at her, motionless, as if someone had clubbed him over the head with a mallet. Jilly froze where she was, staring back at the exotic creature in black leather and bright red hair who'd invaded the garden." | Anne Stuart | ||
| 93a7764 | This man was truly like a scorpion, a poisonous sting when one least expected it. | Anne Stuart | ||
| b53f062 | And she didn't want to escape. She wanted to be kissed in the sunlight by a gorgeous man. She just wanted some other man, not this complicated creature who had more secrets than she could even begin to imagine. But it didn't matter what her brain wanted. Her body, her mouth, her soul wanted him, and she heard a quiet little sound of desire and knew that it had come from her. | Anne Stuart | ||
| f6a3322 | A moment later he was sent sprawling on a hard wood floor. The idiots left him alone - why they thought a simple bash on the head would keep him immobile for long was beyond him. They wouldn't have much of a career if they made mistakes like this. There were times when the incompetence of the enemy was simply an insult. | Anne Stuart | ||
| fdfd1bb | You've been pinning for him these last three years, God knows why. Admittedly he's gorgeous, but you're hardly the type to be overset by simple beauty. Why?" Because he has sad eyes, she could have said. Because he tries so very hard to be bad, to be mean, to be cruel, and all you have to do is look past the studied ennui to see a hurt little boy trying to emerge. And yes, because he's bloody gorgeous." | Anne Stuart | ||
| 4a5c09e | Come along, my brave one. Your wife and son want to see you. | Anne Stuart | ||
| b37b456 | Mind you she was quite exquisite when she wasn't on a tirade. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 31a504c | He slid his hands under her butt and she could feel him pressing against her, hot and hard and sleek. And then he thrust inside, deep, fast, burying himself inside her, breaking past whatever trace of innocence she still had remaining. | Anne Stuart | ||
| a4bbc95 | It started slow and hit her with the force of a sledgehammer, a cataclysm of such power she could only hold on to him and let it happen. He went rigid against her, rock hard in her arms, and he probably muttered "oh, shit" again, but she was beyond hearing, lost in some mind-scattered cloud of inexpressible pleasure. She fell back, limp, awash in shimmering sensation, and she knew an odd, faint trace of regret that he'd used a condom. She'd.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| c6e77b0 | He touched her, and she came again at his touch, her mouth pulling at him. He was beyond gentleness. He shoved her back against the blanket of clothes and moved between her legs. He went in hard, fast, deep, only barely able to control himself. She wrapped her legs around his, and he reached down and pulled them higher, up around his hips, so that he was deeper still, and she was tight, clasping, milking him with the power of her climax, wh.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 3f73463 | I want to wake up with you in the morning, I want to fight with you in the afternoon, and I want to make love on any and every available surface in this place. And then I want to do it all over again. Come upstairs with me, Sophie. I'll keep you warm. I'll keep the darkness away." | Anne Stuart | ||
| c4f5074 | And I have some poetry that I would like to recite to you in honor of the recent, um, transformations in your life." Tootie put a hand on her chest. "This is Rilke," she said. "'You, sent out beyond your recall, / go to the limits of your longing. / Embody me. / Flare up like flame / and make big shadows I can move in." | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| b736353 | If the wishes came true, they came true in terrible ways. Wishes were dangerous things. That was the idea you got from fairy tales. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 32a4061 | But, alas, he never really belonged in either place, the sad fate, I am afraid, of those whose hearts break and then mend in crooked ways. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 5dc0126 | I ain't the Princess Pea But someday I will be, The Pea, ha-hee. Someday, I will be. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 43b8eeb | Gloria put a bowl of stew in Peter's hands. "Eat," she said. Peter raised the spoon to his lips. He chewed. He swallowed. It had been a long time since he had eaten anything besides tiny fish and old bread. And so when Peter had his first bite of stew, it overwhelmed him. The warmth of it, the richness of it, knocked him backward; it was as if a gentle hand had pushed him when he was not expecting it. Everything he had lost came flooding .. | love | Kate DiCamillo | |
| 1d78484 | I loved the preacher so much. I loved him because he loved Winn-Dixie. I loved him because he was going to forgive Winn-Dixie for being afraid. But most of all, I loved him for putting his arm around Winn-Dixie like that, like he was already trying to keep him safe. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 46e3d77 | tiger | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 9a7d819 | the human heart was dark beyond all reckoning; it also likened the heart to a river. And further, it said, "If we are not careful, that river can carry us along in its hidden currents of want and anger and need, and transform each of us into the very criminal we fear." | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 944802b | What was the apostrophe doing there? Did the doctor own the Meescham? And what was it with exclamation marks? Did people not know what they were for? Surprise, anger, joy--that's what exclamation marks were for. They had nothing to do with who resided where. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 9788f3e | Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away. Where, for instance, were his brothers now? He did not know; he could not say. Madam | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| c8ddaa1 | This malfeasance must be stopped," said Flora in a deep and superheroic voice." | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 3765a51 | Putting on socks is hard work," said Bink. "I'm hungry." | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 0ea3d13 | I don't know, Louisiana. I can't see into the future. I do think that, more often than not, love has a way of finding us. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 066712c | It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love. Edward felt the whole of his china body flood with warmth | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 4e1e07f | What matters when all is said and done is not who puts us down but who picks up. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 8453e74 | My name's Gloria Dump," she said. "Ain't that a terrible last name? Dump?" "My last name is Buloni," I said. "Sometimes the kids at school back home in Watley called me 'Lunch Meat.'" "Hah!" Gloria Dump laughed. "What about this dog? What you call him?" "Winn-Dixie," I said. Winn-Dixie thumped his tail on the ground. He tried smiling, but it was hard with his mouth all full of peanut butter. "Winn-Dixie?" Gloria Dump said. "You mean like th.. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 9a71531 | Because that is what it means to be alive, on this infinitesimally spinning planet. It means you have cares. Doesn't it? | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| d0fbd88 | The rat called Chiaroscuro did not look away. He let the light from the upstairs world enter him and fill him. He gasped aloud with the wonder of it. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 2b9fd2b | We promised to be kind to each other, to be patient, to forgive each other's faults, to be steadfast and true, and to keep joy in our love. | Gail Carson Levine | ||
| 388a851 | I'd never before been infatuated with someone living, someone real. | fangirl-humor first-love love puppy-love | Gail Carson Levine | |
| 0628e5d | Rapid movement was a relief in the midst of so much feeling. | anxiety tic | Gail Carson Levine | |
| 1b882c5 | He was only a person on the outside and... his insides were ashes mixed with coins and a brain. | wealth | Gail Carson Levine | |
| a3affb3 | curse made a rebel of me. Or perhaps I was that way naturally. Mother rarely insisted I do anything. Father | Gail Carson Levine | ||
| 1ff13f5 | Instead of making me docile, Lucinda's curse made a rebel of me. Or perhaps I was that way naturally. | ella-enchanted ella-of-frell gail-carson-levine lucinda-the-fairy obedient rebel willful | Gail Carson Levine | |
| 68e78ff | But the lost one is with you. Her tenderness strengthens you, Her gaiety uplifts you, Her honor purifies you. More than memory, The lost one is found. | life memory | Gail Carson Levine | |
| 9ca915d | At Your Command | Gail Carson Levine | ||
| f863766 | Your mother was beautiful." His voice was regretful. "I'm sorry she's dead." | Gail Carson Levine | ||
| 2b69eae | Fairy blood does not make you clumsy. That's human. | Gail Carson Levine | ||
| ef648a7 | I refused to love it. He was going to sell it too | Gail Carson Levine | ||
| 83a2e7c | In their rooms, some guests read or made love, but most of them slept, blissfully unaware of the fact that their innkeepers were losing their minds. | Tamara Thorne |