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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c7bc6bc | As the abyss widens, though, I begin to fear that coming back to the surface may, someday, not be under my control. Because at the bottom of my abyss is not death, it's madness. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 555387d | I...I still--" "Can't believe it?" Rafe shrugged. "I'm guessing a regular person wouldn't have survived. But we're part cat so maybe falls aren't so bad. I think I lost one of my nine lives though." He twisted to look at the stab wound. "Maybe two." I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him, and when I did, I knew he was real--the heat of him, the smell of him, the feel of him, the taste of him so incredibly real that it surpassed anyt.. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| fcc8f99 | Your one and possibly only chance to get the answer to every question in the universe, and you'll ask, 'Why are bats furry? | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 7c43f34 | You have no idea, do you?" "No, but that sounded good when they said it on Star Trek." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 0473156 | Tyrus pushed the mummy off him and rose, whisking sloughed bits of dried flesh from his tunic. "Well, that wasn't at all humiliating," he said. "Please tell me I didn't shriek. And if I did? Remember I am of imperial lineage. Lie to me." "You didn't shriek," Moria said. "Still, it is a shame Simeon wasn't here to record the encounter for posterity. Prince Tyrus, attacked by a mummified monk. Truly though, it looked more like a monkey. A cra.. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 0bac621 | Ghost hunters can be the most ingenious breed when it comes to inventing ghastly tales, but ask them to think up a name for the ghost of a woman dressed in white, and they give you "the White Lady." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 98261a6 | Where the hell did the Pack find you two? At a beach volleyball tournament? Great tan. Love those curls." LeBlanc shook his head. "He's not even as big as I am. He's what, six foot nothing? Two hundred pounds in steel-toed boots? Christ. I'm expecting some ugly bruiser bigger than Cain and what do I find? The next star. Looks like his IQ would be low enough. Can he chew gum and tie his shoes at the same time?" Clay stopped playing with hi.. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 1f00c5d | I am going," I said. "Not without me." "Fine." "But I'm not going. So neither are you." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 0e32096 | Faith was a strange thing, Moria reflected as she walked over to Tyrus. No one would argue that the ancestors did not watch over them and could not influence the living world, but customs changed, and openly calling on spirits for support and guidance these days was often seen as a sign of weakness. Which was foolish, in her opinion. Whether an amulet band worked or not, it couldn't hurt. As their father would say, what often counted was wh.. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 4a4a708 | I suppose infatuation is infatuation at any age, and maybe even worse when you're old enough to recognize the symptoms, be mortified by your reaction, and still not be able to do anything about it. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| ac46d88 | I envied it; not the idea of having so much money that you could throw it away, but the thought of growing up in a world where someone cared so much about your happiness and so little about what you accomplished in life. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| d18984e | One life per year. It seemed so moderate a price... until you looked back and realized you could fill a movie theater with your victims. | vampires | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 34f6a1a | Okay, now things got tough. In the movies, heroes always get into seemingly impenetrable buildings through a heating duct or ventilation shaft or service entrance. In real life, if someone goes through all the hassle of creating an elaborate security system, they don't have a 3 3 ventilation shaft secured only by a metal grate and four screws. Unless they're really, really stupid. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 31ced64 | Widespread mutilation seems to have originated in Stone Age central Africa and traveled north, down the Nile, into ancient Egypt. It wasn't until Arab-Muslim armies conquered Egypt in the eighth century that the practices spread out of Africa in a systematic way, parallel to the dissemination of Islam, reaching as far as Pakistan and Indonesia. They | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| 3658734 | Save the Children, an organization whose research has proved repeatedly that money in women's hands benefits families much more than money flowing to men. | Geraldine Brooks | ||
| f11fc31 | I think that we are often angry with each other without knowing it, and I know that we are angry with ourselves. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 6aaa593 | And at last she woke up in the middle of one warm night and said, "Yes, but now." | magic unicorn | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 300d64e | I've had worse, and I'll have better one day. This is not the end. | motivational | Peter S. Beagle | |
| da361f2 | So I had something to do, something I'd done, someplace to go, and something to look forward to. That's a reasonable way to live. I enjoyed myself living. I had a good time. How much else can you ask for?" "A lot more," Laura said softly, "if you're greedy. I was greedy once." "So was I, but that was a long time ago. You're greediest when you're born, and after that it's downhill all the way. Live to be two hundred and you wouldn't demand a.. | life living | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 78545d2 | the bad dreams are the way I bleed... | bad-dreams bleeding lal lal-after-dark lal-alone lalkhamsin-khamsolal sailor-lal swordcane-lal | Peter S. Beagle | |
| a92359d | A dream that returns so often is like to be a messenger, come to warn you of the future or to remind you of things untimely forgotten. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| af0b621 | When we go to the fair in disguise, we never win at archery or at singlestick. We do get some nice compliments on our disguises, but no more than that. | last-unicorn outlaws peter-s-beagle | Peter S. Beagle | |
| c1c3e2c | He was the color of blood, not the springing blood of the heart but the blood that stirs under an old wound that never really healed. A terrible light poured from him like sweat, and his roar started landslides flowing into one another. His horns were pale as scars. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 06eee60 | The spaciousness of it astounds me; this is the kind of country you dream of running away to when you are very young and innocently hungry, before you learn that all land is owned by somebody, that you can get arrested for swinging through trees in a loincloth, and that you were born either too late or too poor for everything you want to do. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| e36dbf4 | Girls like poems better than dead dragons and magic swords, | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 726f9c3 | So let's say you marry this girl. All right, you can still be a great man. Look at all the great men who had wives. Go ahead, be a great man, don't let me stop you. Only first you should stop by the grocer and pick up something for the dog. Also for the baby, soft, because he's getting his teeth. To do this, you have to have a job five days a week, you can be a great man on week ends. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 6dd6a34 | But another sound followed them long after these had faded, followed them into morning on a strange road-- the tiny, dry sound of a spider weeping. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 0fe4483 | I am a hero. It is a trade, no more, like weaving or brewing, and like them it has its own tricks and knacks and small arts. There are ways of perceiving witches, and of knowing poison streams; there are certain weak spots that all dragons have, and certain riddles that hooded strangers tend to set you. But the true secret of being a hero lies in knowing the order of things. The swineherd cannot already be wed to the princess when he embark.. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| e3f3fd6 | This world, that world, doesn't matter. You never make people to see what you see, hear, feel what you feel. Notes don't do it, words don't do it, paints, bronze, marble, nothing. All you can do, you maybe get it a little close, a little closer. But right, like you're talking? No. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| b86d3ab | No, my friend," he responded finally. "I am not God, no more than you. But I think you and I are equally part of God as we stand here," and he swept his arm wide to take in all the slow, dark shiver of the sea as it breathed under the blue and silver morning. "Surely we two are not merely surrounded by this divine splendor--we both belong to it, we are of it, now and for always. How else should it be?" | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| e977322 | she was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 478401c | You think this is living? This is eating, nothing else. | life living | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 88d2bea | It's not you worries me. The king is a good man, and an old friend, but it has been a long time, and kings change. Even more than other people, kings change. | kings | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 2fc6a3d | The universe lies to our senses and they lie to us, and how can we ourselves be anything but liars? For myself, I trust neither message nor messenger; neither what I am told, nor what I see. There may be truth somewhere, but it never gets down to me | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 70e6da3 | She has a newness," he said. "Everything is for the first time. See how she moves, how she walks, how she turns her head--all for the first time, the first time anyone has ever done these things. See how she draws her breath and lets it go again, as though no one else in the world knew that air was good. It is all for her. If I learned that she had been born this very morning, I would only be surprised that she was so old." | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 3d37611 | I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me." Before" | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| afc719a | Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It is all part of the fairy tale. --Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn | Lauren Smith | ||
| 99b94bf | The sight of men filled her with an old, slow, strange mixture of tenderness and terror. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 45ff322 | She came very close, and looking into my eyes, she said, "My Jenny," and then she bent her head and kissed me--here, on the left-hand corner of my mouth. And nobody knows better than I that I couldn't have felt anything, because Tamsin was a ghost--but nobody but me knows what I felt. And I'll always know." | love love-quotes | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 4960276 | for the first time she began to feel the minutes crawling over her like worms. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| f351dea | You can love, and fear, and forbid things to be what they are, and overact. Let it end here then, let the quest end. Is the world any the worse for losing the unicorns, and would it be any better if they were running free again? One good woman more in the world is worth every single unicorn gone. Let it end. Marry the prince and live happily ever after." The" | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| a5e0d79 | The secret of my long life is that nothing has ever been dull for me. For all my life I have been interested in everything I saw and been anxious to see more. But I cannot stand to be bored, and I will not go to parties at which I expect to be bored, especially if they are my own. Therefore, to my next ball I shall invite one guest I am sure no one, not even myself, could possibly find boring. My friends, the guest of honor at my next party.. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 056ba84 | Real magic can never be made by offering up someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back. The true witches know that." A" | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 1ceb1c2 | Always, always," it sighed, "faithfulness beyond any man's deserving. I will keep the color of your eyes when no other in the world remembers your name. There is no immortality but a tree's love." | Peter S. Beagle |