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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1b7175b | This was Hist and Lit, after all. If you couldn't work the term "liminal" into your tutorial, you were doing it wrong." | Lauren Willig | ||
| 040dea0 | From far across the sea I come, Through fire, frost,and blazing sun, That you might, with your own fair hand, Enjoy the bounties of my land - Emma Delagardie and Augustus Whittlesby Americanus, A masque in three parts | Lauren Willig | ||
| b572b8d | No sin is original, no matter what the bright young things may hope. We're all merely playing to a theme. | Lauren Willig | ||
| c266e10 | Even Sally wound't want to cross fans with the Dowager Duchess of Dovedale. The woman had a tongue of steel and drank the blood of young virgins for breakfast. | humor | Lauren Willig | |
| 8e79c01 | Her eyes were as hard and bright as stars. Not the pretty sort that poets mooned about, but the kind that made men's destinies. | Lauren Willig | ||
| d066025 | Word of advice, sister mine. If you want to keep your papers private, don't write 'Private' on the cover. It set the mater right off. It was all I could do to stop her sniffing around like some great sniffing thing. | funny-quotes humor turnip | Lauren Willig | |
| 25e45a2 | His look felt like a touch | Lauren Willig | ||
| 0628dec | Most of the time, there is no truth, only various levels of interpretation. Fact is a construct we provide to the public. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 4494f72 | She could feel herself pressing the details into memory, saving them like dried flowers kept in a spinster's chest, relics of a past that might have been, of a future that never was. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 473f396 | Only the silver head of his cane blazed with reflected fire, held aloft above the grave like a medieval necromancer summoning spirits from the vasty deep. | Lauren Willig | ||
| cfc65e3 | there is no friend like a sister / In calm or stormy weather; / To cheer one on the tedious way, / To fetch one if one goes astray, / To lift one if one totters down, / To strengthen whilst one stands.'" Bea was much struck by this. "How lovely," | Lauren Willig | ||
| be001d9 | Patience," she said in her best governess voice, "is only a virtue when there is something worth waiting for." | Lauren Willig | ||
| 4796231 | His mother made a noise that in anyone of lower rank than a countess would have been given the unmannerly name of snort. As a cowed member of the ton had once commented, 'Nobody harrumphs quite like the Marchioness of Uppington. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 2d8472a | I'm not sure intentions make much difference in the end. I hear the road to hell is paved with them. She meant it frivolously, but Olivia answered seriously, "Yes, but one does have to live with one's self." "Not necessarily...There are any number of ways to avoid living with one's self. Gin, for example." "Yes, but you're still there at the base of it aren't you. Only with a terrible head in the morning." | living-with-yourself | Lauren Willig | |
| f495189 | What is love? Jane had asked Nicolas, when he had professed that emotion, unasked. It hadn't been coyness. It had been a genuine question. She knew what the poets said of love; she knew what great men and women had sacrificed in the name of that elusive emotion. Towers had toppled; fleets had been launched. But Jane had always wondered if they had all felt a bit sheepish about it afterwards, if what they had lauded as love was merely, in fa.. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 37841a2 | I should have known something was wrong when my advisor's parting words were Good luck. To his credit, he had--very gently--suggested that I might want to consider a different sort of topic. But I didn't want to consider another topic. I was madly in love with my topic: "Aristocratic Espionage during the Wars with France, 1789- 1815." It had dash, it had swash, it had buckle." | Lauren Willig | ||
| 355f0b1 | The woman in purple subjected Jack to a critical inspection. "You must be Jack. Jane succeeded in part of her mission, at least." And then: "You don't look at all as I expected." "Fewer horns?" said Jack tersely." | Lauren Willig | ||
| 87c3dd8 | Of course, they don't like him! Liking is for ninny-hammers. Real men elicit rancor." Pausing for a moment of deep consideration, she added, "Loathing, even. But never liking." "Hatred, perhaps?" suggested Mary's brother-in-law, hiding his amused smile behind a tone of excessive gravity. Mrs. Fustian was not impressed. "Certainly not. Any common laborer can hate. True connoisseurs prefer more subtle shades of aversion." | geoffrey-pinchingdale-snipe mary-alsworthy miss-gwendolyn-meadows | Lauren Willig | |
| 1750636 | For the first time, Mary understood what drove animals to bite the hand that fed them--sheer irritation at being patronized. | Lauren Willig | ||
| c6ca624 | The room was so still that Mary could hear the ticking of the clock on the mantel and the gentle whisper of Vaughn's breathing, in and out, in and out. Outside, there was the rustle of the leaves in the square and a rhythmic creak where someone had left a shutter unlatched and the wind was batting it back and forth, playing with it for its sport. "From another man," said Mary quietly, "I would have taken that as a proposal of marriage." Vau.. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 27437af | When leaders fail to empower others, it is usually due to three main reasons: 1. Desire for Job Security 2. Resistance to Change 3. Lack of Self-Worth | John C. Maxwell | ||
| 4c3c3d4 | Apply the experiences of peace and poise received during concentration and meditation to your daily life. Maintain your equilibrium amidst trying circumstances, and stand unshaken by others' violent emotions or by adverse events. Body | Paramahansa Yogananda | ||
| 1a257c3 | The proprietary advantage once enjoyed by companies who assembled teams under their own roofs and used them only on their own products has been surrendered in the rush to attain some semblance of "lean, efficient" flexibility." | Cory Doctorow | ||
| 6ecf6a6 | Not so fast, baby - let us pause and examine that idea. Why would he want to take you out? Why do they ever want to take us out? As a compliment to us, say they. To show us a good time, to prove the high regard they have for us. They're a pack of goddam liars. In addition to being dirty bastards, and very dumb clucks, they are also goddam liars. There's practically nothing can be said in favour of them, except they're the only ones we've go.. | James M. Cain | ||
| 7c6fdef | A receptionist is a lazy dame that can't do anything on earth, and wants to sit out front where everybody can watch her do it. She's the one in the black silk dress, cut low in the neck and high in the legs, just inside the gate, in front of that little one-position switchboard, that she gets a right number out of now and then, mostly then. You know, the one that tells you to have a seat, Mr Doakes will see you in just a few minutes. Then s.. | James M. Cain | ||
| a353413 | I understood it now, understood a lot of things I had never understood before. And mostly I understood what a woman could mean to a man. Before, she had been a pair of eyes, and a shape, something to get excited about. Now she seemed something to lean on, and draw something from, that nothing else could give me. I thought of books I had read, about worship of the Earth, and how she was always called Mother, and none of it made much sense, b.. | James M. Cain | ||
| 36f8784 | He was enthusiastic about everything, but when she came in with the pie he grew positively lyrical. | James M. Cain | ||
| 4cf61af | I mobili erano spagnoli, del genere bellini a vedersi e scomodi a sedersi. | James M. Cain | ||
| bb288d8 | En realidad, lo unico que quise en este mundo fue a ella. Pero eso es bastante. No creo que muchas mujeres consigan ni siquiera eso. | James M. Cain | ||
| 7e47335 | Just you and me and the road. Just a couple of tramps, just a couple of gypsies, that's it, but we'll be together. | gypsies road tramps | James M. Cain | |
| b2ee990 | Madame, I believe the greatest sin against God is to be false. If one is not true to one's self, then it is impossible to be true to God. I bear you no ill will for following your heart. | Diane Haeger | ||
| c2603f1 | People are bound to think that you have corrupted me with your worldly ways, and that you have stolen my heart from my wife." "Well, haven't I?" she said, capturing his bishop. He waited for her to look up at him. After a moment she did. "Madame, that which is not possessed by one, can never be stolen my another. My soul belonged to you long before she ever set foot in France.?" | Diane Haeger | ||
| 1f2c53d | Three years ago, on a night like this I would have been driving my old car home alone, praying it didn't die a noble death in some snow drift. When I rolled up to the house, it would be dark. My heat would be off to save money, my bed would be cold, and if I wanted to tell someone about my day, I'd have to talk to my sword and pretend it listened. Slayer was an excellent weapon, but it never laughed at my jokes. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| dbf5810 | Perhaps you should negotiate?" Robert glanced at me. Sure. I cleared my throat. "Move or I'll cut your head off." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 3919f59 | There were so many things I wanted to say at once if the words would just get out of each other's way. "Fine." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| f2843fd | You taught me the meaning of loneliness, because when I don't see you, I feel alone. You | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 31c62cf | The man approached. He stood tall, at least six three, maybe six four. Broad shoulders. Long legs in black pants. His black hair fell in a tangled mess on his shoulders. It looked like he might have cut it himself with a knife and then tied a leather cord around his forehead to keep it somewhat pinned. I looked at his face. Handsome bastard. Defined jaw, chiseled cheekbones, full lips. Eyes like black fire. The kind of eyes that jumped from.. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 7e03e54 | I looked at his face and saw the decisive thrust of the adolescent jaw. No intelligent life there. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| c7218c5 | How does this even happen? How can someone you love be there one second and then gone the next? | Ilona Andrews | ||
| b3ae1a9 | I made someone's day better. Today wasn't a complete loss. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 732ed25 | Somewhere in the darkness the Beast Lord prowled. I didn't know what he looked like. I didn't know the species of his beast. Few people outside of the Pack claimed to have met him and nobody seemed willing to discuss the experience. The only thing certain about him was power. By the latest count, he commanded a force of three hundred and thirty-seven shapechangers in Atlanta alone. He wasn't in charge because he was the smartest or the most.. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 1d0e3c0 | He did not fall down to his feet, kiss my shoes, and promise me the world. I must be getting rusty. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| ec30445 | There was more to it than that--my mother's face had feminine gentleness. Mine didn't, at least not when compared to hers. If we were to stand side by side in a room full of people, I wouldn't get a single glance. And if someone had stopped to chat me up, she could've stolen him with a single smile. Pretty . . . Yeah. Nice understatement, Dad. On the other hand, if the same people had to pick one of us to kick a bad guy in the kneecap, I'd .. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 74bf9da | Only two kinds of people drink their coffee black: cops and serial killers. Sit, | Ilona Andrews |