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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bf05533 | The Jedi cultivated a practice of nonattachment, which had always served them well. Few understood, though, that while specific, individual bonds such as romantic love or family were forbidden, the Jedi were not ashamed of compassion. All lives were precious, and when so many were lost in such a way, the Jedi felt the pain of it in the Force as well as in their own hearts. | Christie Golden | ||
| d400de7 | Knights of the Silver Hand, | Christie Golden | ||
| 01627f0 | But then the golden stars began to fall. The effect was incredible. Golden streaks against a dark sky. It was mesmerising. They floated down to about a metre above the ground and then winked out. I was transfixed by the beauty of it. | wild-fire | Christie Nieman | |
| f6a98fc | To be my wisdom, as Air, my steadiness, as Earth ..." He took a deep breath. "And my passion and my heart, as Fire and Water. And if you would have it so, I would be these things to you." He felt her trembling in his embrace: she, Aggra, strong and courageous. She pulled back a little and laid her hand on his chest, her eyes searching his. "Go'el, as long as you have this great heart to lead--and to love--then know that I will go with you t.. | Christie Golden | ||
| 89e93f0 | Kage, | Christie Golden | ||
| 1e24967 | Many Jedi would raise eyebrows at the thought of meditating in a bar, but Vos had done it before. | Christie Golden | ||
| 9e9471f | Air - the element of clarity of thought, of inspiration, insight, and fresh starts. He smiled a little, and as the scene began to fade, he let it go easily. Because he knew that with Air, there would always be something new to come, to challenge and inspire him. | Christie Golden | ||
| 68825f3 | As nearly all on the Death Star had been ordered to do, with their own eyes or on a screen, Iden had stood and watched. By their treasonous actions, the rebels on Alderaan had brought destruction not only on themselves, but on the innocents they always seemed so keen to protect. She | Christie Golden | ||
| 9e0bcb7 | The Jedi cultivated a practice of nonattachment, which had always served them well. Few understood, though, that while specific, individual bonds such as romantic love or family were forbidden, the Jedi were not ashamed of compassion. All lives were precious, and when so many were lost in such a way, the Jedi felt the pain of it in the Force as well as in their own hearts. At | Christie Golden | ||
| f97a75b | Grieved are we all, to see so many suffer," he said. "Courage, the youngling had, at the end. Forgotten, she and her people will not be." | Christie Golden | ||
| 35a364e | Janeway had thought her heart full, but now it overflowed. For the rest of her life, she knew, she would remember this: walking down the seemingly endless line, sharing laughter, hugs, handshakes, slaps on the back. She tried to brand every face into her brain, every word, every expression. Whatever her own new voyage held for her, it would be hard-pressed to measure up to the exquisite, painful joy of this single precious moment. * | Christie Golden | ||
| f07c8ec | What can I say? Every tooth I have is a sweet tooth, | Christie Golden | ||
| a70872e | Voyager was my collective. I knew I was safe there. I trusted all of you; I knew all of you. I could. . . I could try to learn to love. But all that's changed. We've returned to Earth. I'm a--an oddity." "Seven, that's not true," | Christie Golden | ||
| a4b5e9f | Go ahead, spit it out," she muttered. "You look..." Like a goddess of love and war and hope and ecstasy. Like a glimmering star that I have somehow been blessed to hold. Like the rest of my life. "...nice." He wanted to kick himself. Ventress" | Christie Golden | ||
| 41c7778 | In my solitude I sing to myself a sweet lullaby, as sweet as my mother used to sing to me. | Albert Cohen | ||
| 357b105 | Will you see Dad when you get back?" "Yes," said Miral, without having to pause to think about it. B'Elanna was startled by the swift response. "Enough time has passed so that there should not be pain. And if there is then we will simply have to push through it. The child you and your husband have borne carries both our blood. It is foolish to let years of personal resentment deny the girl our wisdom." Torres stared. Sometimes, when you lea.. | Christie Golden | ||
| 2cacc85 | a flesh-and-blood waiter and therefore as rare in San Francisco as a flying horse, | Christie Golden | ||
| ba10c7a | We could still have it. | Christie Golden | ||
| f626460 | Impossible. Not after everything that's happened. | Christie Golden | ||
| 9ceceb8 | Vos stretched out on the cot, but sleep would not come right away. The words he'd spoken kept running through his brain: What's worse...to have unhappy stories, or to have no story at all? Vos had no answer. | Christie Golden | ||
| 66835bb | I'm so sorry," he said. "I wish they'd let you two regenerate. I'll keep asking them, I assure you." She gave him a fleeting smile. "Persistence is futile," | Christie Golden | ||
| b56c623 | Garrosh would learn that it was in how one fought, not where or when, that honor was born. | Christie Golden | ||
| 7813f1f | The overall effect made Vos like a falcon poised in that exquisite instant between free fall and flight, and for a moment he couldn't breath. | Christie Golden | ||
| 39dce71 | Words crowded his mouth, but he spoke none of them. Not about the sharp delight he had taken in brutally asphyxiating an innocent creature. Not about the desire to do it again, and to harness that power and unleash it any way he chose. He couldn't speak, either, of the wrenching sadness that permeated him as he realized that something in him had broken, or the delight at having been freed of its shackles. | Christie Golden | ||
| 1315fe1 | Wishes do not a world make. We do the best we can where we are, every minute, every breath. We make mistakes, and we have to live with them. We try to learn from them. And that is all we can do. | Christie Golden | ||
| c1bf6e7 | The future is not like a book one can read," he said quietly. "It is ever changing, like the rush of water, or the swirl of sand." -- | Christie Golden | ||
| 0f30cec | Lok'tar ogar!" Victory, or death." | Christie Golden | ||
| a7a1312 | The daughter of renowned Admiral Garrick Versio of the Imperial Security Bureau and famous artist Zeehay Versio may be a traitor to the glorious Empire," holojournalist Alton Kastle stated, with just the right amount of horror in his smooth voice. "Captain Iden Versio has been recorded as spouting lies about the Empire and inciting violence, denouncing the brave subjects of the Death Star battle station who lost their lives while she surviv.. | Christie Golden | ||
| bd5ffb5 | The surreal howl wove its way through the cacophony of human voices, a bright, bloody thread in a tapestry of fear. | Christie Golden | ||
| 352e10b | Then he called out, "Dahna! Our newest member wants to know why you want to dance, since you were forced to as a slave." Iden expected everything to come to an awkward, if not downright hostile, halt. Instead, the teal-skinned woman threw back her head and laughed. "Because I can, child," she said. "Not because I have to. Because I want to. Because I can dance, or sing, or not do any of those things if I don't feel like it. I dance because .. | Christie Golden | ||
| d7e1c6e | He stabbed a sharp-nailed digit in the direction of the Shattered Straits, | Christie Golden | ||
| 923078c | In The Frog Prince, a beautiful princess drops her golden ball into a deep spring and must allow a frog into her bedroom to get it back, maturing thereby into a woman. Fairy tales and myth often place an odd creature on the path of the hero to signal an opportunity exists: turn right for good or left for evil. Of all the harbingers of change in fairy tales and myth--disfigured dwarfs, shriveled witches, even Yoda--it is reptiles (and amphib.. | Bryan Christy | ||
| bf673f4 | Let's celebrate the birth of Inferno Squad with a bottle of rebel tears!" The" | Christie Golden | ||
| 9b7096f | Lad, no one feels ready. No one feels he deserves it. And you know why? Because no one does. It's grace, pure and simple. We are inherently unworthy, simply because we're human, and all human beings--aye, and elves, and dwarves, and all the other races--are flawed. But the Light loves us anyway. It loves us for what we sometimes can rise to in rare moments. It loves us for what we can do to help others. And it loves us because we can he.. | Christie Golden | ||
| 819bb97 | Go ahead, spit it out," she muttered. "You look..." Like a goddess of love and war and hope and ecstasy. Like a glimmering star that I have somehow been blessed to hold. Like the rest of my life. "...nice." He wanted to kick himself." | space-opera star-wars | Christie Golden | |
| aa341d7 | He frowned. "Jedi aren't without emotion. We're allowed to grieve." "Perhaps," Ventress allowed, "but somehow I don't think most Jedi try to drown the pain with alcohol and slam their fists on the table." | quinlan-vos space-opera star-wars | Christie Golden | |
| 98747fe | Human friends, friends in hardship and in life, this is our pure love, love of mother and son. | Albert Cohen | ||
| 8e4f265 | Revenge--no, nothing as petty as that; justice for the deaths of hundreds of thousands--was the focus now. | Christie Golden | ||
| b7fece9 | though, was perched high inside the massive tower that was the centerpiece | Christie Golden | ||
| c3a2eaf | It will require you to forsake nearly everything that it means to be a Jedi. But you have already begun down that path, I think. Your grief over the deaths of the Krim family does not speak of nonattachment. | Christie Golden | ||
| 909db32 | Hay momentos en los que incluso el corazon mas bondadoso y comprensivo debe decir: "No, ya basta". Y ese momento ha llegado." | bondad comprensión justicia límites | Christie Golden | |
| f89ed60 | BLOSSOM | Agatha Christie | ||
| b894e5c | shape about the size of a large dog hovering a few yards over his head. | Christie Golden | ||
| a199664 | Iden was, as far as she knew, the sole survivor out of over a million victims of this act of rebel terrorism. | Christie Golden |