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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5dff2d5 | That is not the Dryad. It has three masts.' 'There is no concealing anything from the Doctor,' said Jack, and turning directly to him he went on, 'Give you joy of our prize: we took her in the night.' 'Breakfast is disgracefully late,' said Stephen. | historical-fiction maturin naval patrick-o-brian royal-navy | Patrick O'Brian | |
| 366de75 | Financial standing, a social position beyond what she has now, and a husband to dote upon her every wish. What more could she ask for?" "Maybe youth. Vigor. ." "Lord Cameron has his own teeth." Margaret narrowed her eyes at the other candidate. "I'm not so certain about Munro. They seemed somewhat clacky at dinner, so I'm suspicious." | Karen Hawkins | ||
| f48220b | No matter what station you hold in life, there will always be things that will surprise you. Whether you choose to be outraged or delighted is up to you. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 0a097bf | I was not giving you a heated look." "What do you call it then?" "I was merely appreciating your, ah...finer points." "Yes, well, I could do the same for you except--" "Except what?" "They are all under the desk." | Karen Hawkins | ||
| b185e1c | It is a foolish man who apologizes without reason. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| a628684 | Life was a hard teacher, but a thorough one. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| f17f3a9 | Some crave the safety of boredom while others crave the bravery of adventure. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 8b32e93 | There are times when simplicity makes a decision for you. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 376cef8 | Women never dress without thought. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| ccb275c | There was little that common sense and hard work couldn't accomplish. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 3f00c4b | I dislike being held to a set of rules for no reason other than to create the impression of order, whether it exists or not. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 80fef4d | You'd be surprised at the things you can discover by barging into someone's bedchamber unannounced. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 0f1a42a | From the Diary of the Duchess of Roxburghe I vow, I cannot seem to walk past a window without seeing my great-nephew carrying Miss Balfour somewhere. All great romantic poems have such scenes where the hero, in a fit of passion, sweeps the heroine off her feet. Sadly, it appears that Sin's technique is questionable. I'm surprised that, with all of his supposed experience with the gentler sex, he doesn't realize that women do not like to be .. | hilarious | Karen Hawkins | |
| 5b2de86 | And that was love. True love. The kind that carried on and lasted through the good days and the difficult days. The kind of love that always gave, and never hurt. It might not be the kind of mad love poets wrote about, but it was the kind of love strong enough to build a home upon, secure in the knowledge that this man would be there when things went wrong and would do everything in his considerable power to make things right again. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 030c826 | How can you become the leader of Romany if you're a prince of Oxenburg?" "I have three brother. And as Tata Natasha is fond of telling us, there is not room on the throne for four asses." -- | Karen Hawkins | ||
| e71565e | Nonsense," Ophelia said stoutly. "They're happy sheep. You can tell." "How?" Sophia demanded. Ophelia regarded the ewes for a moment, then suddenly broke into a huge grin. "Maybe you can tell they 're happy sheep because they don't feel baaaaad." | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 638c8b5 | She opened her eyes. He sniffed. Holding her breath, she waited. He sniffed again. "Is it an herb, ?" She nodded, smiling shyly. "Rosemary." "The cook at Tullock puts it in turtle soup." Her smile faltered. She smelled like a turtle? Not a fragrant loaf of bread, but a turtle? "Surely you've smelled it in some other dishes, too? Bread, perhaps?" He shook his head. "In a delicious stew, then? Something savory and warm?" He released her clo.. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| e7ca491 | She was part wide-eyed wood nymph, part awkward society miss, and--he was beginning to realize--part testy library elf. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 9e3268e | Then why did you return to England if not to get the diary?" "I returned because you asked me to." She looked at him, too startled to even speak for a moment. [She said,] "That's all it would have taken." "Yes." "Oh!" She stomped her foot, tugging even harder on her hand. "I hate that!" Max's brow lowered. "You hate what?" "How you've made it all my fault! Not only did you leave because of me, but now, you return because of me! Maxwell, you.. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 85ed39a | Beni oldurmen korkunc bir hata olur. Ailemdeki kadinlar kotu bir sekilde olduruldukleri takdirde, hayalet olarak geri donme egilimindedir." Thomas'in bakislari Fia'nin gozlerine kilitlendi. "Hayalet mi?" "Evet, suzulen beyaz elbisemi giyinir, bogazimdan aci sesler cikaririm. Boyle bir seyi gormekten pek hoslanmazsin." | much-adı-about-marriage sen-kimseyi-sevemezsin | Karen Hawkins | |
| 4547504 | I am not made of porcelain, Anthony. Nor do I need to be wrapped in wool and placed in a box for safekeeping. I don't like boxes; I never have. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 7bb5346 | Pray don't hold back," Robert said politely. "You can tell me what you really think of my valet." Stewart broke in to a reluctant grin."Sorry fer bein' so forward, sir, but that valet o' yers is nothin' but a Frenchified piece o' lace." | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 2329378 | Why would he bother? He has no more wish to wed than I." "How do you know?" Anthony asked. "Did you ask him?" Her face heated, and Anthony covered his eyes. "Pray do not say another word. I don't wish to know." "Bridgeton had a choice, Sara," Marcus said. "And he chose marriage." "Get married or die. I vow, how did he make up his mind so quickly?" "I wanted to shoot him," Anthony offered. "But Marcus would not allow it." "You are both insuf.. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 2e83c37 | One good thing that comes from living the nomadic life demanded by an expedition is that one sheds the fake skin donned from living too closely among society. For those of us who live for the freedom of such a lifestyle, that skin is dry and itchy and ill fitting. From my observances, that skin is much like a callus caused by the pure irritation of being forced to spend so much time with one's fellow man. Thank God I am spared such nonsense.. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 232ed60 | So he's harmless, then." "I wouldn't say that, exactly." "No?" "I would n't slip up behind him with a knife, for he might retaliate." | Karen Hawkins | ||
| d009eb2 | She eyed him uncertainly. "Very well. Nick wants me, but he's decided not to... to..." She floundered to a halt and the tears that threatened in her eyes became reality. One, single drop slipped down her cheek. Bloody hell. Anthony raked a hand through his hair. "Do you mean to tell me that Bridgeton is not... er, fulfilling his husbandly duties?" She nodded miserably. "Oh, Anthony, what am I to do?" He closed his eyes. God above. He was a .. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| cb4e137 | It's the pure excitement of the find combined with the golden possibilities of what-may-be; one of bated breath, thundering heart,damp palms, and trembling limbs; a mixture of excruciating hope and the painfully exquisite fear of disappointment. It's a feeling that only another adventurer can truly understand. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| b08ceaf | London is good for two things -- excellent Scotch and leaving.I miss them both, especially as I often partake of one while doing the other. I find the company stifling, the streets foul smelling and overcrowded, the houses bland and without architectural merit, and the people banal and filled with their own consequence. No matter how often I leave London, I cannot wait to leave it again. My home is in my explorations. Those always welcome m.. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 37f0780 | Women provide the only true link to civilization. Men simply are not ruthless enough to survive on their own. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| e666ee4 | One should never ask a man questions about his personal life. He just might answer and then you, my dear, would have to listen. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 1122867 | I wish we hadn't kissed at all," he snapped. "So do I, but we can't unkiss, so we must deal with it as best as we can." | Karen Hawkins | ||
| fbac7a2 | Somewhere around chapter seven she had started wondering if Lucinda, the annoyingly incompetent heroine of , truly deserved to live. The chit was forever whining about her life, while refusing to anything about it. | Karen Hawkins | ||
| 36b772f | Buchan had discovered a wealth of small tidbits. He now knew her first name - Tatiana. Like Shakespeare's fairy queen. "Be she but little, she is fierce." -- | scottish-romance | Karen Hawkins | |
| 6f024e0 | He slipped his tongue between her lips and thrust it wantonly inside her mouth over and over, echoing the enticing move of his hips against hers. She clutched him closer, reveling in the feel of him, and the fact that she'd made him moan for her, whisper her name over and over, beg her without words for more. To kiss him more. To touch him more. | scottish-romance | Karen Hawkins | |
| 5576e32 | Her gaze flickered to the balcony doors and back, her brows knitted in confusion. "My balcony doesn't connect to yours." "I jumped." He grinned at the flash of concern he saw in "her eyes. "At dinner, your grandmother informed me that you'd be moving to the room beside mine. She also mentioned how close my balcony was to yours; so close that even an old lady like herself could leap between the two without the least effort." Venetia's cheeks.. | family hilarious humor love lovers | Karen Hawkins | |
| e334315 | Natural for you, perfectly natural," the Professor whispered. "Natural to refuse the key that is given. To be blind in the darkness of knowing. To be filled with a dark light that we must shine on the people around us. A light that makes us weep and pull down our own houses." | Timothy Taylor | ||
| e5bdb55 | Laurie was just one more dropped stitch in a family tapestry already full of holes. | Mary Lawson | ||
| 8d9d8fe | I want my pockets to be like a TARDIS, or Mary Poppins's carpetbag. Also, why did Mary Poppins even need such a huge bag if it's magically designed to fit everything? Seriously. I'm guessing that Mary asked for a magic pocket and the wizards were like, "What, like a dude? Nah. I don't think so, lady. You'll get a purse." | Jenny Lawson | ||
| 551360e | They all lived in their own little clouds. | Mary Lawson | ||
| 9218fc9 | Hypocrisy--in other words, the practice of lying about lying--shields us from seeing ourselves as we are: a collocation of fragments that fit together as a biological unit but not as anything else, not as that ghost which has been called a self, a phantasm whose ecotoplasmic unreality we can never see through. By staying true to the lie of the self, the ego, we can hold onto the illusion that we will be who we are all our lives and not see .. | hipocrisy illusion self | Thomas Ligotti | |
| f81d5b8 | As long as any group within the society deliberately maintains its identity it is, or should be, a fair target for satire--both for its own good and for the society's. | Gore Vidal | ||
| fc038b0 | say very mildly, we have only one political party in the U.S., the Property Party, with two right wings, Republican and Democrat. | Gore Vidal | ||
| 31692be | Now-a-days lower Broadway is blocked with traffic at this hour and everyone walks; even the decrepit John Jacob Astor can be seen crawling along the street like some ancient snail, his viscous track the allure of money. Instead | Gore Vidal | ||
| 203a21a | Howard's] eyes were open and very clear. I'd forgotten what a beautiful gray they were--illness and medicine had regularly glazed them over; now they were bright and attentive, and he was watching me, consciously, through long lashes. Lungs, heart may have stopped but the optic nerves were still sending messages to a brain which, those who should know tell us, does not immediately shut down. So we stared at each other at the end... 'Can you.. | Gore Vidal |