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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5baddfe | The past is very useful, but only for what if can teach us about the present. The present is the rich thing. But I am very fond of the past. | Elizabeth kostova | ||
| 3d527b5 | The station was crowded by the time the express pulled up. I felt then, as I do now, that there is no joy like the arrival of a train [...] particularly a European train that will carry you south. | Elizabeth Kostova | ||
| 4cf6d5b | Imagine, Dracula a pawn in the hands of the infidel. I wasted no time there-I learned everything I could about them, so that I might surpass them all. That was when I vowed to make history, not to be its victim. | historians history infidel | Elizabeth Kostova | |
| 091ff70 | In your country you don't care about history, and in my country we cannot recover from it. | Elizabeth Kostova | ||
| b02200f | Ich verstehe mit achtzig was ich mit siebzig noch nicht verstehen konnte, naemlich dass man am Ende so gut wie allen vergibt, nur sich selbst nicht. | Elizabeth Kostova | ||
| 8eb350e | It was strange, I reflected, as we went out into the golden evening of the Byzantine streets, that even in the weirdest circumstances, the most troubling episodes of one's life, the greatest divides from home and familiarity, there were these moments of undeniable joy. | Elizabeth Kostova | ||
| 1e56574 | She ate like a polite wolf. | Elizabeth Kostova | ||
| 57e77c6 | Strangers are strange to each other. | Elizabeth Kostova | ||
| 20005c3 | Si tuvieras que elegir entre la cordura, tu vida tal como la recuerdas, antes que la verdadera inestabilidad, ?que elegirias como manera adecuada para vivir de un estudioso? | novel research vampires | Elizabeth Kostova | |
| 2656364 | I remembered some of what I'd read in the past: the small group of the original Impressionists, including one woman-Berthe Morisot- who'd first banded together in 1874 to exhibit works in a style that the Paris Salon found too experimental for inclusion. We postmoderns take them for granted, or disdain them, or love them too easily. | Elizabeth Kostova | ||
| 9d88109 | Hay cosas menores, pero aun asi muy importantes. No es amable. No sabe cuando ha de decir algo que consuele y cuando hay que callar. La historia le importa un pimiento. No tiene ojos grises dulces ni cejas pobladas, ni se sube las mangas hasta los codos. --La mire fijamente, y ahora me miro con valentia decidida--. En suma, el mayor problema de el es que no es tu. | Elizabeth Kostova | ||
| 9d1dda6 | She took his mouth, gave it a nice little bite as she ground against him. "There you are," she murmured. "Well, you've left me no choice." "A cock's always ready to crow." He laughed, wrapped his arms around her. "Crowing's not what mine's ready for." "Show me." She went to work on his trousers. Amused, aroused, he watched her. "In a bit of a hurry, are we?" "I've got to use you and get back to work, so no dawdling." | dawdling use-you | J.D. Robb | |
| e18824b | You should get dressed up, go dancing, drink grown-up cocktails, and have sex as much as you can before you're dead. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 991a4ee | They needed each other. Two lost souls, he thought, taking a moment to walk to the tall windows that looked out on part of the world he'd built for himself out of will, desire, sweat, and dubiously accumulated funds. Two lost souls whose miserable beginnings had forged them into what appeared to be polar opposites. Love had narrowed the distance, then had all but eradicated it. She'd saved him. The night his life had hung in her furious an.. | roarke romance | J.D. Robb | |
| e3e0264 | A man can be pulled in by beauty and not see beneath it. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 0ae5e28 | I figure it doesn't work that way. It finds you, and it grabs you by the throat and you can't do a damn thing about it. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 3fd9da5 | Stop that." Mortified, she reached out to slam the door shut. "Somebody could come in." "Then stop squirming," he suggested, and gently peeled back the bandage. He nodded in approval. "You did a decent job." Even as she hissed at him, he lowered his head and touched his lips to the cut. "All better," he said with a grin just as the door opened. Peabody gaped, flushed, then stammered out, "Excuse me." "Just leaving," Roarke said, patting the.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| eb7f912 | Idols always fall, Eve. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 2962519 | Eve supposed everything about Nadine looked mag, from her sweep of streaky blonde hair to the toes of her jazzed shoes. She had a foxy, angular face, observant green eyes, and a slim body that curved appropriately in her on-camera suit of power red. She was smart, she was sneaky, she was cynical. And for reasons Eve imagined neither of them fully understood, they'd become friends. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 9d88153 | Edison, Oedipus, platypus. Whatever. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 401302a | No. Nature, nurture, both matter, both form us. But at some point, at so many points, the choices we make, the paths we take, they define us. You made yours. She's made hers." "Yeah." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 4c9c7a0 | She brought out the first-aid kit--ever-efficient Summerset--and sat to tend the wounds. "Jesus, I really went at you. That's bad enough, but scratching and biting like a girl. It's mortifying." "You got a couple of punches in, if it makes you feel better." "I'm a crappy person, because it does a little." "Rang my bell once." "And still a little more." She looked up at him. "Do you ever wonder who the hell we are, that somehow we'll be okay.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 67161c8 | She strode away, steeling both her heart and her belly against the hurt. It wasn't just the body, she thought, that could shatter. And it wasn't only fists and pipes and bats that could shatter it. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 0c42af2 | People who act like assholes get treated like assholes | J.D. Robb | ||
| 2510a79 | She considered, as she never had, that she could install Roarke's real and excellent blend in the break room. But then she rejected the notion as temporarily sentimental. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 98868af | mostly suck--it's the law of averages, I figure, especially when you're on the job. Then you cross paths with people like that. Bad shit's happened to them, seriously bad shit, but they still come out of it decent. | J.D. Robb | ||
| ad6fac0 | But getting the sinner where justice deemed he belonged was the trick. It required a system. And the system demanded its rules, techniques, manpower, organizations, and loopholes. And the occasional seminar to educate and inform. | J.D. Robb | ||
| af812f0 | People tended to shop and frequent restaurants in their comfort-zone. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 110a7be | A good cop, a smart cop, closes cases and locks up the bad guys. | J.D. Robb | ||
| f15c905 | Most people, however clever, however controlled, never hid it completely. There were chinks, clues, habits. At some point, the real person showed through the facade. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 6ca7166 | He turned her into his arms as they stepped into the studio, ran his hands over her hips. "I missed you. I miss spending large quantities of time with you." She felt the heat kindle between her thighs, hotter, lustier than the moment called for. Her breasts tingled with it. "I missed you, too. Why don't we figure out how to cut the evening short, go home, and fuck like rabbits?" He was hard as iron. As he leaned down to nip at her ear, he f.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 9f8a8eb | Cops are good at keeping secrets. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 8098e76 | Marital discord, she decided, was like some sort of low-grade fever that threw the whole system just slightly out of whack so you couldn't manage to function at full capacity. | J.D. Robb | ||
| bcc06fb | propped up a little as her eyes adjusted. She hardly ever got to watch Roarke sleep. Most of the time he rose before she did. And sleep for her tended to be wandering in lucid, often disturbing dreams, | J.D. Robb | ||
| be8f5db | That works for now." Eve's stomach began to clench and jitter. There were tears swimming in her aide's eyes. Peabody's lips were quivering. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "Nothing. Sir." "How come you're going to cry? You know how I feel about crying on the job." "I'm not crying." And it appalled her that she was on the edge of it. "I just don't feel very well, that's all. I wonder, sir, if I could be excused from the briefing at sixte.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 1d6c51f | In any case, what would be the point of having all that, and you, darling Eve, if I can't have time with you, away from your work and mine?" "I could probably take a week." "I was thinking four." "Four? Four weeks? That's a month." His eyes laughed over the rim of his cup. "Is it now? I believe you're right." "I can't take a month off. A month is like . . . a month." "As opposed to what? A chicken?" "Ha. Look, maybe I could st.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 56523ab | Eventually you'll be next. Eventually you'll disappoint him, and he'll feel betrayed by you. Idols always fall, Eve. | J.D. Robb | ||
| b485115 | Did Morris put anybody on Coltraine, specifically?" "Clipper." "Die-For-Ty? Talk about the sex. How come so many death doctors are wholly iced?" "A mystery I've pondered throughout my career." "No, seriously. Clipper's like ummm. He's gay and has a partner, but a yummy treat for the eyes. His partner's an artist. He paints people, literally I mean. Body painting. They've been together about six years." "How do you know all this st.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 86b183d | He's not your type." Peabody's face clouded exactly as it had when Eve had rejected the perfume. "How come - I like looking at his type." "Sure, but try to have a conversation with him." Eve dipped her hands in her pockets and rocked back on her heels. "Guy's in love with himself and figures every woman who gets a load of him has to go moony eyed - just like you're doing. He'd bore you to death in ten minutes because all he'd talk about is .. | J.D. Robb | ||
| ae1cdf3 | You know better than to blame yourself." "Knowing better doesn't always stop it." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 9392ce9 | You have a point, but love can also cause you to see things as you prefer to see them, as you want them to be. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 78f2ef1 | Damn it, Roarke, he's going to come back and poke at me, and try to make me drink one of his weird brews. I just need a hot shower. Let me up. Have a heart." "I do, and it's yours." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 73dd107 | Religion was a riddle to her. Believe this, and only this, because we say so. If you don't you're buying a one-way ticket to everlasting Hell. | J.D. Robb | ||
| a773c31 | Drop the fucking weapon, you fucking motherfucker or I'll fucking scramble your fucking brains. Hands up! Hands where I can fucking see them, you fucking cocksucker. You fucking breathe wrong, you fucking blink wrong, and I will fuck you up. | J.D. Robb |