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To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys." Rhys clinked his glass against mine. โ€œTo the stars who listenโ€” and the dreams that are answered.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Why are they all staring?" demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students. "Donโ€™t let it worry you," said Ron. "Itโ€™s me. Iโ€™m extremely famous.
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J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter, #7))
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Iโ€™d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.
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Richelle Mead (Blood Promise (Vampire Academy, #4))
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It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.
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Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy
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It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
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Antoine de Saint-Exupรฉry (The Little Prince)
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You've asked me out tons of times." "Not really. I've made inappropriate suggestions and frequently pushed for nudity. But I've never asked you out on a real date.
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Richelle Mead (Blood Promise (Vampire Academy, #4))
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But he who dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.
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Anne Brontรซ
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People have forgotten this truth," the fox said. "But you mustnโ€™t forget it. You become responsible forever for what youโ€™ve tamed. Youโ€™re responsible for your rose.
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Antoine de Saint-Exupรฉry (The Little Prince)
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Books are not made to be believed, but to be subjected to inquiry. When we consider a book, we mustn't ask ourselves what it says but what it means...
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Umberto Eco (The Name of the Rose)
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He thinks he'll be remembered as the villain in the story. But I forgot to tell him that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key. He was the one who let me out.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Albus Severus," Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Ginny could hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to Rose, who was now on the train, "you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.
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J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter, #7))
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To the stars who listenโ€”and the dreams that are answered.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Don't feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1))
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There are good days and hard days for meโ€”even now. Donโ€™t let the hard days win.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Happiness is something that comes into our lives through doors we don't even remember leaving open.
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Rose Wilder Lane
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I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses.
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Alphonse Karr (A Tour Round My Garden (1856))
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I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
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Friedrich Nietzsche (Thus Spoke Zarathustra)
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Dimitri: "Why did you come here?" Rose: "Because you hit me on the head and dragged me here.
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Richelle Mead (Blood Promise (Vampire Academy, #4))
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Pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1))
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When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.
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Seรกn O'Casey (Three More Plays: The Silver Tassie, Purple Dust, Red Roses For Me)
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My mate. Death incarnate. Night triumphant.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldnโ€™t stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate, my mate, my mate.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Beautiful and Damned)
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I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belong to you.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Two things cannot be in one place. Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow.
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Frances Hodgson Burnett
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He stepped back and threw his arms out. "I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem for you." He tipped his head back and shouted to the sky: "Rose is in red But never in blue Sharp as a thorn Fights like one too.
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Richelle Mead (Shadow Kiss (Vampire Academy, #3))
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No one was my masterโ€” but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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What the hell?" I asked. Is this daring escape being sponsored by Honda?
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Richelle Mead (Last Sacrifice (Vampire Academy, #6))
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If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.
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Richelle Mead (Blood Promise (Vampire Academy, #4))
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O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title, Romeo, Doth thy name! And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.
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William Shakespeare
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I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of usโ€”because you werenโ€™t afraid of me, and you decided to end your spectacular victory by throwing that piece of bone at Amarantha like a javelin. I felt Cassianโ€™s spirit beside me in that moment, and could have sworn I heard him say, โ€˜If you donโ€™t marry her, you stupid prick, I will.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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It's a rare person to face who they are and not run from it - not be broken by it.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3))
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Rhysand stared at me for long enough that I faced him. "Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1))
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We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
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Charles Bukowski
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Once I had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: "No good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.
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Eleanor Roosevelt
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What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
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William Shakespeare (Romeo and Juliet)
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And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Youโ€ฆyou got rid of that dress fast," I pointed out between heavy breaths. "I thought you liked it." "I do like it," he said. His breathing was as heavy as mine. "I love it." And then he took me to the bed.
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Richelle Mead (Vampire Academy (Vampire Academy, #1))
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I don't know. I don't actually remember anything from before the surgery." His eyebrows rose, his blue eyes sucking in all the light of the room. "The cybernetic opetation?" "No, the sex change." The doctor's smile faltered. "I'm joking.
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Marissa Meyer (Cinder (The Lunar Chronicles, #1))
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And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what heโ€™d done for me. For what I felt for him.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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My friend through many dangers. My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul. My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Dimitri: "She might be wild and disrespectful, but if she has potentialโ€”" Rose: "Wild and disrespecful? Who the hell are you anyway? Oursourced help?" Kirova: "Guardian Belikov is the Princess Lissa's guardian now, her sanctioned guardian." Rose: "You got cheap foreign labor to protect Lissa?
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Richelle Mead (Vampire Academy (Vampire Academy, #1))
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Only you can decide what breaks you, Cursebreaker. Only you.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3))
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You want me as much as I want you. And all I want is you." My tongue warred with my mind. "Today," I whispered. Noah stood slowly, his body skimming mine as he rose. "Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.
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Michelle Hodkin (The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer (Mara Dyer, #1))
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When I saw you fall..." "You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser.
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Richelle Mead (Vampire Academy (Vampire Academy, #1))
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Be who you are. / Give what you have.
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Rose Auslรคnder
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God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
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J.M. Barrie
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A ghostly smile flickered across his face. "If you weren't so psychotic, you'd be fun to hang around." "Funny, I feel that way about you too." He didn't say anything else, but the smile grew, and he walked away.
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Richelle Mead (Vampire Academy (Vampire Academy, #1))
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And I realizedโ€”I realized how badly I'd been treated before, if my standards had become so low. If the freedom I'd been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I've never been able to believe it. I don't believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.
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L.M. Montgomery (Anne of Green Gables (Anne of Green Gables, #1))
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I love you,โ€™ he whispered, and kissed my brow. โ€˜Thorns and all.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1))
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what's your name?" what?" i asked, squinting at the light. your name." I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me. you know my name." I want you to tell me." Rose. Rose Hathaway." Do you know your birthday?" Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?" Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off, taking the annoying light with her. "I think she's fine,
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Richelle Mead (Frostbite (Vampire Academy, #2))
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No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco. But seriously, we'd been out of salsa, so what else was I supposed to do?
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Richelle Mead (Blood Promise (Vampire Academy, #4))
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So Iโ€™m your huntress and thief?โ€ His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, โ€œYou are my salvation, Feyre.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.
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Toni Morrison (Jazz)
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Hello, Feyre darling,โ€ he purred.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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There are different kinds of darkness,โ€ Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. โ€œThere is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.โ€ I pictured each. โ€œThere is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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We need hope, or else we cannot endure.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1))
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By the way, my name's Rose Hathaway. I'm seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her crazy. Hey, no one said high school was easy.
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Richelle Mead (Frostbite (Vampire Academy, #2))
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Most fathers don't threaten to disembowel their daughter's boyfriends." "That's not true. And anyway, that's not what I actually said. It was much worse.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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I was burning through books every day - stories about people and places I'd never heard of. They were perhaps the only thing that kept me from teetering into utter despair.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Clary screamed out loud as he fell like a stone- And landed lightly on his feet just in front of her. Clary stared with her mouth open as he rose up out of a shallow crouch and grinned at her. "If I made a joke about just dropping in," he said, "would you write me off as a clichรฉ?
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Cassandra Clare (City of Ashes (The Mortal Instruments, #2))
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An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup.
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H.L. Mencken (A Book of Burlesques)
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Checkmate, bitch.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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In the planning stage of a book, don't plan the ending. It has to be earned by all that will go before it.
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Rose Tremain
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Don't blame us," said my mother. "We didn't blow up half of Court, steal a dozen cars, call out a murderer in the middle of a crowd, or get our teenage friend crowned queen." "Actually," said Abe, "I did blow up half of Court.
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Richelle Mead (Last Sacrifice (Vampire Academy, #6))
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But then she snapped your neck.โ€ Tears rolled down his face. โ€œAnd I felt you die,โ€ he whispered. Tears were sliding down my own cheeks.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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If I didn't know any better, I'd say you just defended Christian's honor. Isn't he a pain in the ass? "Yes he is. But for the next 6 weeks he's MY pain in the ass.
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Richelle Mead (Shadow Kiss (Vampire Academy, #3))
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There you are. I've been looking for you. His first words to meโ€” not a lie at all, not a threat to keep those faeries away. Thank you for finding her for me.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Sonnet XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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Pablo Neruda
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Behind them, across the hall, the dancers shattered their roses on the floor, and Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell.
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Sarah J. Maas (Queen of Shadows (Throne of Glass, #4))
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Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.
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Tupac Shakur (The Rose That Grew from Concrete)
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People where you live," the little prince said, "grow five thousand roses in one garden... yet they don't find what they're looking for... They don't find it," I answered. And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water..." Of course," I answered. And the little prince added, "But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.
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Antoine de Saint-Exupรฉry (The Little Prince)
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No mourners, no funerals. Another way of saying good luck. But it was something more. A dark wink to the fact that there would be no expensive burials for people like them, no marble markers to remember their names, no wreaths of myrtle and rose.
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Leigh Bardugo (Crooked Kingdom (Six of Crows, #2))
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Whatโ€™s going on?โ€ he demanded. โ€œThe usual, old man,โ€ I replied cheerily. โ€œDanger, insane plans... you know, the stuff that runs in our family.
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Richelle Mead (Last Sacrifice (Vampire Academy, #6))
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That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.
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Rumi
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I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1))
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Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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Omar Khayyรกm (ุฑุจุงุนูŠุงุช ุฎูŠุงู…)
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Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3))
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There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.
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Alice Hoffman (Practical Magic (Practical Magic #1))
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What we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3))
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A gun. I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought.
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Richelle Mead (Last Sacrifice (Vampire Academy, #6))
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I was his and he was mine, and we were the beginning and middle and end. We were a song that had been sung from the very first ember of light in the world.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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I steeled myself for the next response. I knew it was going to be one of the Zen life lessons. [...] Instead he kissed me.
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Richelle Mead (Frostbite (Vampire Academy, #2))
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I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3))
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I've heard a lot about you, Rose. Don't worry. It was all good." "No, it wasn't.
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Richelle Mead (Frostbite (Vampire Academy, #2))
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I crossed my arms over my chest. "Are you lost, little girl? The elementary school's over on west campus." A pink flush spread over her cheeks. "Don't you ever touch me again. You screw with me, I'll screw you right back." Oh man, what an opening that was.
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Richelle Mead (Vampire Academy (Vampire Academy, #1))
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When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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You look . . . better than before." Was that a compliment? I could have sworn Lucien gave Tamlin an encouraging nod. "And you hair is . . . clean.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1))
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Night Triumphant- and the Stars Eternal.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3))
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Well, you've finally got a license to kill. It's about time.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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You're beautiful, but you're empty...One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass, since she's the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose.
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Antoine de Saint-Exupรฉry (The Little Prince)
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She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her...
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Antoine de Saint-Exupรฉry (The Little Prince)
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It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses, we must plant more roses.
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George Eliot
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And I thought the whole point of my education was that violence IS the answer.
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Richelle Mead (Shadow Kiss (Vampire Academy, #3))
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A person doesn't know true hurt and suffering until they've felt the pain of falling in love with someone whose affections lie elsewhere.
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Rose Gordon (Her Imperfect Groom (The Grooms, #4))
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You're beautiful in battle," said Dimitri. His cold voice carried to me clearly, even above the roar of combat. "Like an avenging angel come to deliver the justice of heaven." "Funny," I said, shifting my hold on the stake. "That is kind of why I'm here." "Angels fall, Rose.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta. I will find you in the next world - the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3))
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Ah, those two. In a fight, theyโ€™re lethal. Around each other, they melt.
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Richelle Mead (The Golden Lily (Bloodlines, #2))
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Rose, I'm an addict with no work ethic who is likely going to go insane. I'm not like you. I'm not a super-hero." "Not yet," I said.
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Richelle Mead (Last Sacrifice (Vampire Academy, #6))
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Many atrocities, have been done in the name of the greater good.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Yeah, that's exactly what I want. To help my girlfriend get her old boyfriend back." He turned away again, and I heard him mutter, "I need two drinks.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and Iโ€™ll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack of Strigoi tonight. I mean, trapping that one between the doors really shouldn't have worked, so clearly you're on board. Let me get out of here, and Iโ€™ll...I donโ€™t know. Donate Adrianโ€™s money to the poor. Get baptized. Join a convent. Well, no. Not that last one.
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Richelle Mead (Blood Promise (Vampire Academy, #4))
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Damn it," I muttered. "What?" asked Adrian. "I hate when you're the sane one. That's my job." "Rose," he said, forcibly trying to keep a serious tone, "I can think of many words to describe you, sexy and hot being at the top of the list. You know what's not on the list? Sane.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack.
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Richelle Mead (Vampire Academy (Vampire Academy, #1))
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Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into oneโ€™s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to oneโ€™s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
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L.M. Montgomery
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I love you," I said, and stabbed him.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1))
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We're all a broken, in our own ways - In places no one might see.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3))
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You managed to get him a duster, but you couldn't find me a pair of jeans?
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Richelle Mead (Last Sacrifice (Vampire Academy, #6))
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In an undertone, I murmured, "This isn't over. I won't give up on you." "I've given up on you," he said back, voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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That's what I was supposed to say...
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Richelle Mead (Blood Promise (Vampire Academy, #4))
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You are my salvation, Feyre.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.
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Emma Goldman
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The other problem in my life is Dimitri. He's the one who killed Natalie, and he's a total badass. He's also pretty good-looking. Okayโ€”more than good-looking. He's hotโ€”like, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking on the street and get hit by traffic.
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Richelle Mead (Frostbite (Vampire Academy, #2))
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What are you, Rose Hathaway? Are you real? You're a dream within a dream. I'm afraid touching you will make me wake up. You'll disappear.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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The Court of Dreams. The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard- born warriors, the Illyrian half breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares...And the huntress with an artist's soul.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.
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Cate Tiernan
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When you erupt, girl, make sure it is felt across worlds.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3))
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I'm really not good with impulse control.
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Richelle Mead (Vampire Academy (Vampire Academy, #1))
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You kill me, Rose," he said melodramatically. "Every day is agony without you. Empty. Alone. I pine for you, wondering if you're even still alive.
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Richelle Mead (Blood Promise (Vampire Academy, #4))
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It was because they were two parts of a whole. He did not belong to her. And she did not belong to him. It was never about belonging to someone. It was about belonging together.
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Renรฉe Ahdieh (The Rose & the Dagger (The Wrath and the Dawn, #2))
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I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.
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George R.R. Martin (A Dance with Dragons (A Song of Ice and Fire, #5))
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I wasn't fooled. He was avoiding looking at me. "There's nothing to talk about." "I knew you'd say that. Actually, it was a toss-up between that and 'I don't know what you're talking about.'" Dimitri sighed.
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Richelle Mead (Last Sacrifice (Vampire Academy, #6))
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ARE YOU CRAZY?" I ASKED. He gave me the same wordless look he always did when I asked that question.
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Richelle Mead
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I was not prey any longer, I decided as I eased up to that door. And I was not a mouse. I was a wolf.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Rose took my nose, I suppose
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James Dashner (The Scorch Trials (The Maze Runner, #2))
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I nearly dropped the plate I held. "You've asked me out tons of times." "Not really. I've made inapproprite suggestions and frequently pushed for nudity. But I've never asked you out on a real date. And, if memory serves, you did say you'd give me a fair chance once I let you clean out my trust fund." "I didn't clean it out," I scoffed.
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Richelle Mead (Blood Promise (Vampire Academy, #4))
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If you are an alien, how come you sound like you're from the north?' 'Lots of planets have a north!
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Russell T. Davies
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She was prettier than a bouquet of roses and crazier than a headless chicken. Fitting in was not an option.
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Marissa Meyer (Winter (The Lunar Chronicles, #4))
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I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1))
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I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have... the wait was worth it.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3))
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All the best, Sydney P.S. "The Red Hurricane" is what I named the car. P.P.S. Just because I like you, it doesn't mean I still don't think you're an evil creature of the night. You are.
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Richelle Mead
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Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
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T.S. Eliot (Four Quartets)
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He sighed and then focused his eyes right on me. It was like drowning, drowning in seas of green. There was nothing in the world except for those eyes. "I want to kiss you, Rose," he said softly. "And I want you to want me too.
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Richelle Mead (Shadow Kiss (Vampire Academy, #3))
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Kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3))
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...throw roses into the abyss and say: 'here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succeed in swallowing me alive.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
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I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
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James Joyce (Ulysses)
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The spell. Victor said you had to want me... to care about me... for it to work." When he didn't say anything, I tried to grip his shirt, but my fingers were too weak. "Did you? Did you want me?" His words came out thickly. "Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish... we could be together." "Then why did you lie to me?" We reached the clinic, and he managed to open the door while still holding me. As soon as he stepped inside, he began yelling for help. "Why did you lie?" I murmured again. Still holding me in his arms, he looked down at me. I could hear voices and footsteps getting closer. "Because we can't be together." "Because of the age thing, right?" I asked. "Because you're my mentor?" His fingertip gently wiped away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. "That's part of it," he said. "But also... well, you and I will both be Lissa's gaurdians someday. I need to protect her at all cost. If a pack of Strogoi come, I need to throw my body between them and her." I know that. Of course that's what you have to do." The black sparkles were dancing in front of my eyes again. I was fading out. "No. If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.
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Richelle Mead (Vampire Academy (Vampire Academy, #1))
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She is my mate. And my spy,' I said too quietly. 'And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.' 'What?' Mor whsipered. I caressed a mental finger down that bond now hidden deep, deep within us, and said, 'If they had removed her other glove, they would have seen a second tatoo on her right arm. The twin to the other. Inked last night, when we crept out, found a priestess, and I swore her in as my High Lady.' (...) 'Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court.' My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child rearing. My queen.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Truth is deadly. Truth is freedom. Truth can break and mend and bind.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Sometimes talking to you is like talking to myself: pretty damned annoying.
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Richelle Mead (Last Sacrifice (Vampire Academy, #6))
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Roses have both petals and thorns, my dark flower. You neednโ€™t believe something weak because it appears delicate. Show the world your bravery.
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Kerri Maniscalco (Stalking Jack the Ripper (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #1))
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Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair.
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Arundhati Roy (The God of Small Things)
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Once upon a time, a girl had a father, a prince, a society of friends. Then they betrayed her, so she destroyed them all.
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Marie Lu (The Rose Society (The Young Elites, #2))
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Do you ever stop being so serious and dull?" "Do you ever stop being such a prick?" I snapped back. Deadโ€”really, truly, I should have been dead for that. But Lucien grinned at me. "Much better.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1))
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Don't touch her," he growled. There was a note in his voice that would of scared me if it had been directed toward me. He shoved me behind him, putting his body protectively in front of mine with my back to the table. Guardians came at us from all directions,and Dimitri began dispatching them with the same deadly grace that had once made people call him a god.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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Sex had been amazing, but it wasn't a magical cure for everything. Damn. Somewhere along the way, I'd picked up common sense.
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Richelle Mead (Last Sacrifice (Vampire Academy, #6))
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She was right about something else too," Dimitri said after a long pause. My back was to him, but there was a strange quality to his voice that made me turn around. "What's that?" I asked. "That I do still love you." With that one sentence, everything in the universe changed.
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Richelle Mead (Last Sacrifice (Vampire Academy, #6))
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A single rose can be my garden; a single friend, my world.
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Leo F. Buscaglia
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She's mine. And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then lose your head. And once Feyre is done killing you, then I'll grind your bones to dust.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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He presses the triggers. And like roses in his hands, death blooms.
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Jay Kristoff (Illuminae (The Illuminae Files, #1))
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Will rose slowly to his feet. He could not believe he was doing what he was doing, but it was clear that he was, clear as the silver rim around the black of Jemโ€™s eyes. โ€œIf there is a life after this one,โ€ he said, โ€œlet me meet you in it, James Carstairs.โ€ โ€œThere will be other lives.โ€ Jem held his hand out, and for a moment, they clasped hands, as they had done during their parabatai ritual, reaching across twin rings of fire to interlace their fingers with each other. โ€œThe world is a wheel,โ€ he said. โ€œWhen we rise or fall, we do it together.โ€ Will tightened his grip on Jemโ€™s hand, which felt thin as twigs in his. โ€œWell, then,โ€ he said, through a tight throat, โ€œsince you say there will be another life for me, let us both pray I do not make as colossal a mess of it as I have this one.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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No, I can just read you. Finally. I can't believe how blind I was. I can't believe I never noticed. Victor's comment...he was right." She glanced off at the sunset, then turned her gaze back on me. A flash of anger, both in her feelings and her eyes, hit me. "Why didn't you tell me?" she cried. "Why didn't you tell me you loved Dimitri?
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Richelle Mead (Shadow Kiss (Vampire Academy, #3))
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He took something out of his jacket and handed it to her. It was a long thin dagger in a leather sheath. The hilt of the dagger was set with a single red stone carved in the shape of a rose. She shook her head. "I wouldn't even know how to use that--" He pressed it into her hand, curling her fingers around it. "You'd learn." He dropped his voice. "It's in your blood." She drew her hand back slowly. "All right." "I could give you a thigh sheath to put that in," Isabelle offered. "I've got tons." "CERTAINLY NOT," said Simon.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Bones (The Mortal Instruments, #1))
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If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imaginationโ€”which is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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Stop fighting me!" he said, trying to pull on the arm he held. He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me. โ€œLet go of me!โ€ I yelled back. But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail, enough so that I wasnโ€™t in total danger of falling again. See, hereโ€™s the thing. In that moment before I let go, I really had been contemplating my death. Iโ€™d come to terms with it and accepted it. I also, however, had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free. I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you." Then I plunged the stake into his chest. It wasnโ€™t as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one. "Thatโ€™s what I was supposed to say. . .โ€ he gasped out. Those were his last words.
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Richelle Mead (Blood Promise (Vampire Academy, #4))
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If he wants to tell you, he'll tell you. End of story, Rose. Besides, you certainly keep your share of secrets too. You two have a lot in common." "Are you kidding? He's arrogant, sarcastic, likes to intimidate people, andโ€”oh." Okay. Maybe she had a point.
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Richelle Mead (Blood Promise (Vampire Academy, #4))
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I heard every word between you. I knew you could take care of yourself, and yet โ€ฆ โ€ He went back to his pie, swallowing a bite before continuing. โ€œAnd yet I found myself deciding that if you took his hand, I would find a way to live with it. It would be your choice.โ€ I sipped from my wine. โ€œAnd if he had grabbed me?โ€ There was nothing but uncompromising will in his eyes. โ€œThen I would have torn apart the world to get you back.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Iโ€™m thinking,โ€ he said, following the flick of my tongue over my bottom lip, โ€œthat I look at you and feel like Iโ€™m dying. Like I canโ€™t breathe. Iโ€™m thinking that I want you so badly I canโ€™t concentrate half the time Iโ€™m around you, and this room is too small for me to properly bed you. Especially with the wings.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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But I didn't know about the other story." "What other story?โ€ "About how you and Adrian Ivashkov areโ€”" "No, whatever you heard itโ€™s not true." "But it was really romantic" "Then itโ€™s definitely not true.
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Richelle Mead (Shadow Kiss (Vampire Academy, #3))
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If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)
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A soft noise, almost a sob. Ash rose, hesitated, as if fighting the compulsion to obey. "I will always be your knight, Meghan Chase," he whispered in a strained voice, as if every moment he remained was painful to him. "And I swear, if there is a way for us to be together, I will find it. No matter how long it takes. If I have to chase your soul to the ends of eternity, I won't stop until I find you, I promise." And then he was gone.
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Julie Kagawa (The Iron Queen (The Iron Fey, #3))
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I don't know. This college would probably have the same problem the last one did." I frowned. "What's that?" "Homework." "Adrian," growled his father. "It's okay," said Adrian breezily. He rested his arm casually on the table. "I don't really need a job or extra money. After Rose and I get married, the kids and I'll just live off of her guardian paycheck.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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Belikov is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he commited against you this morning." "Thank you." I said primly. Then, I considered. "Can vipers be rabid?" "I don't see why not. Everything can be. I think. Canadian geese might be worse than vipers, though." "Canadian geese are deadlier than vipers?" "You ever try to feed those little bastards? They're vicious. You get thrown to vipers, you die quickly. But the geese? That'll go on for days. More suffering." "Wow. I don't know whether I should be impressed or frightened that you've thought about all of this.
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Richelle Mead (Frostbite (Vampire Academy, #2))
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If I had my life to live over... Someone asked me the other day if I had my life to live over would I change anything. My answer was no, but then I thought about it and changed my mind. If I had my life to live over again I would have waxed less and listened more. Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy and complaining about the shadow over my feet, I'd have cherished every minute of it and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was to be my only chance in life to assist God in a miracle. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded. I would have eaten popcorn in the "good" living room and worried less about the dirt when you lit the fireplace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. I would have burnt the pink candle that was sculptured like a rose before it melted while being stored. I would have sat cross-legged on the lawn with my children and never worried about grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television ... and more while watching real life. I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband which I took for granted. I would have eaten less cottage cheese and more ice cream. I would have gone to bed when I was sick, instead of pretending the Earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for a day. I would never have bought ANYTHING just because it was practical/wouldn't show soil/ guaranteed to last a lifetime. When my child kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now, go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more I love yous ... more I'm sorrys ... more I'm listenings ... but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute of it ... look at it and really see it ... try it on ... live it ... exhaust it ... and never give that minute back until there was nothing left of it.
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Erma Bombeck (Eat Less Cottage Cheese and More Ice Cream: Thoughts on Life from Erma Bombeck)
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I knew you were a badass," continued Adrian. "But I didn't realize just how much until I saw you dropping guardians out there." "Does that mean you're going to be nicer to me?" I teased. "I'm already nice to you," he said loftily. "Do you know how badly I want a cigarette right now? But no. I manfully suffer through nicotine withdrawalโ€”all for you.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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He watched as I slipped one of the shoes on. "You have a guardian angel." "I don't believe in angels," I told him. "I believe in what I can do for myself." Well then, you have an amazing body." I glanced up at him with a questioning look. "For healing, I mean. I heard about the accident...
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Richelle Mead (Vampire Academy (Vampire Academy, #1))
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He locked you up because he knewโ€”the bastard knew what a treasure you are. That you are worth more than land or gold or jewels. He knew, and wanted to keep you all to himself.โ€ The words hit me, even as they soothed some jagged piece in my soul. โ€œHe didโ€”does love me, Rhysand.โ€ โ€œThe issue isnโ€™t whether he loved you, itโ€™s how much. Too much. Love can be a poison.โ€ And then he was gone.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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He'd written me up a proposal of why dating him was a sound decision. It had included things like "I'll give up cigarettes unless I really, really need one" and "I'll unleash romantic surprises every week, such as: an impromptu picnic, roses, or a trip to Parisโ€”but not actually any of those things because now they're not surprises.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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Plus, you're the last Dragomir. You're always going to be in the spotlight. Whoโ€™s she? Just another Ivashkov. There are tons of them.' 'Probably because all the guys like Adrian and have all sorts of illegitimate children.' 'Adrian doesnโ€™t have any children.' 'That we know of,' I said mysteriously.
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Richelle Mead (Shadow Kiss (Vampire Academy, #3))
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How I go to the woods Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I donโ€™t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours. Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing. If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.
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Mary Oliver (Swan: Poems and Prose Poems)
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There are those who seek me a lifetime but never we meet, And those I kiss but who trample me beneath ungrateful feet. At times I seem to favor the clever and the fair, But I bless all those who are brave enough to dare. By large, my ministrations are soft-handed and sweet, But scorned, I become a difficult beast to defeat. For though each of my strikes lands a powerful blow, When I kill, I do it slow...
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1))
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F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)
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For a moment Anne's heart fluttered queerly and for the first time her eyes faltered under Gilbert's gaze and a rosy flush stained the paleness of her face. It was as if a veil that had hung before her inner consciousness had been lifted, giving to her view a revelation of unsuspected feelings and realities. Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps. . . perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
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L.M. Montgomery (Anne of Avonlea (Anne of Green Gables, #2))
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You were wrong. She really is the new general in town." I smiled back, hoping he wasn't aware of my body's reaction to us standing so close. "Maybe. But, it's okay. You can still be colonel." He arched an eyebrow. "Oh? Did you demote yourself? Colonel's right below general. What's that make you?" I reached into my pocket and triumphantly flashed the CR-V keys I'd swiped when we'd come back inside. "The driver," I said.
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Richelle Mead (Last Sacrifice (Vampire Academy, #6))
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Auras tell a lot, Rose, and I'm very good at reading them. Much better than you friends probably are. A spirit dream wraps you own aura in gold, which is how I knew. Your personal aura is unique to you, though it fluctuates with your feelings and soul. When people are in love, it shows. Their auras shine. When you were dreaming, yours was bright. The colors were bright...but not what expected from a boyfriend. Of course, not every relationship is the same. People are at different stages. I would've brushed it off, except..." "Except what?" "Except, when you're with Dimitri, your aura's like the sun. So is his.
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Richelle Mead (Last Sacrifice (Vampire Academy, #6))
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The incident with Dawn hadn't been one of my finer moments. I honestly hadn't expected to break any bones when I shoved her into a tree. Still, the incident had given me a dangerous reputation. The story had gained legendary status, and I liked to imagine that it was still being told around campfires late at night. Judging by the look on the girl's face, it was.
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Richelle Mead (Vampire Academy (Vampire Academy, #1))
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[The Doctor, Capt. Jack and Rose are cornered by the empty children.] The Doctor: Go to your room! Go to your room! I mean it. I'm very, very angry with you. I'm very, very cross! GO! TO! YOUR! ROOM! [The children lurch away and obey him.] I'm really glad that worked. Those would have been terrible last words.
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Steven Moffat
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When you healed my arm...You didn't need to bargain with me. You could have demanded every single week of the year." My brows knit together as he turned, already half-consumed by the dark. "Every single week, and I would have said yes." It wasn't entirely a question, but I needed the answer. A half smile appeared on his sensuous lips. "I know," he said, and vanished.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1))
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I love you, Roza." He kissed me again. "I'll always be here for you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." The words were wonderful and dangerous. He shouldn't have said anything like that to me. He shouldn't have been promising he'd protect me, not when he was supposed to dedicate his life to protecting Moroi like Lissa. I couldn't be first in his heart, just like he couldn't be first in mine. That was why I shouldn't have said what I said next-but I did anyway. "And I won't let anything happen to you," I promised. "I love you." He kissed me again, swallowing off any other words I might have added.
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Richelle Mead (Shadow Kiss (Vampire Academy, #3))
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I painted stars and the moon and clouds and just endless, dark sky.โ€ I finished the sixth, and was well on my way sawing through the seventh before I said, โ€œI never knew why. I rarely went outside at nightโ€”usually, I was so tired from hunting that I just wanted to sleep. But I wonder โ€ฆ โ€ I pulled out the seventh and final arrow. โ€œI wonder if some part of me knew what was waiting for me. That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fireโ€”but that I would be quiet and enduring and as faceted as the night. That I would have beauty, for those who knew where to look, and if people didnโ€™t bother to look, but to only fear it โ€ฆ Then I didnโ€™t particularly care for them, anyway. I wonder if, even in my despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone. I wonder if I was looking for this placeโ€”looking for you all.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Roza, my self-control is ten times stronger than yours." I opened my eyes, shifting to look into his. I brushed his hair back and smiled, certain my heart would expand and expand until there was nothing left of me. "Oh yeah? That's not the impression I just got." "Wait until next time," he warned. "I'll do things that'll make you lose control within seconds.
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Richelle Mead (Last Sacrifice (Vampire Academy, #6))
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You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you who exchange heaven for earth. I don't want to understand you.
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Anton Chekhov
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Well, good-bye for now," he said, rolling his neck as if we hadn't been talking about anything important at all. He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing entirely, and had begun to fade into the nearest shadow when he went rigid. His eyes locked on mine wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shockโ€”pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled. "What isโ€”" I began. He disappearedโ€”simply disappeared, not a shadow in sightโ€”into the crisp air.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1))
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Hey, he's awesome. A little unstable, but awesome. We got along great." Adrian opened the door to the building we were seeking. "And he's a badass in his way too. I mean, any other guy who wore scarves like that? He'd be laughed out of this school. Not Abe. He'd beat someone almost as badly as you would. In fact..." Adrian's voice turned nervous. I gave him a surprised look. "In fact what?" "Well...Abe said he liked me. But he also made it clear what he'd do to me if I ever hurt you or did anything bad." Adrian grimaced. "In fact, he described what he'd do in very graphic detail. Then, just like that, he switched to some random, happy topic. I like the guy, but he's scary.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands -excerpt of #35 from "100 Selected Poems
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E.E. Cummings
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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
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E.E. Cummings (Selected Poems)
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I believe everything happens for a reason. Whether it is decided by the Mother, or the Cauldron, or some sort of tapestry of Fate, I don't know. I don't really care. But I am grateful for it, whatever it is. Grateful that it brought you all into my life. If it hadn't... I might have become as awful as that prick we're going to face today. If I had not met an Illyrian warrior-in-training," he said to Cassian, "I would not have known the true depths of strength, of resilience, of honor and loyalty." Cassian's eyes gleamed bright. Rhys said to Azriel, "If I had not met a shadowsinger, I would not have known that it is the family you make, not the one you are born into, that matters. I would not have known what it is to truly hope, even when the world tells you to despair." Azriel bowed his head in thanks. Mor was already crying when Rhys spoke to her. "If I had not met my cousin, I would neer have learned that light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kidness can thrive even amongst cruelty." She wiped away her teas as she nodded. I waited for Amren to offer a retort. But she was only waiting. Rhys bowed his head to her. "If I had not met a tiny monster who hoards jewels more fiercely than a firedrake..." A quite laugh from all of us at that. Rhys smiled softly. "My own power would have consumed me long ago." Rhys squeezed my hand as he looked to me at last. "And if I had not met my mate..." His words failed him as silver lined his eyes. He said down the bond, I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have... The wait was worth it. He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. "I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to... so I could find you." He kissed another tear away.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3))
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I think you smoke them so you have something to do while thinking up your next witty line." He choked on the smoke, caught between inhaling and laughing. "Rose Hathaway, I can't wait to see you again. If you're this charming while tired and annoyed and this gorgeous while bruised and in ski clothes, you must be devastating at your peak." "If by 'devastating' you mean that you should fear for your life, then yeah. You're right." I jerked open the door. "Good night, Adrian." "I'll see you soon." "Not likely. I told you, I'm not into older guys." I walked into the lodge. As the door closed, I just barely heard him call behind me, "Sure, you aren't.
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Richelle Mead (Frostbite (Vampire Academy, #2))
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Murtagh was right about women. Sassenach, I risked my life for ye, committing theft, arson, assault, and murder into the bargain. In return for which ye call me names, insult my manhood, kick me in the ballocks and claw my face. Then I beat you half to death and tell ye all the most humiliating things have ever happened to me, and ye say ye love me." He laid his head on his knees and laughed some more. Finally he rose and held out a hand to me, wiping his eyes with the other. "You're no verra sensible, Sassenach, but I like ye fine. Let's go.
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Diana Gabaldon (Outlander (Outlander, #1))
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I should go," I said thickly. "Let me know when you want to start practice again. And thanks for...talking." I started to turn; then I heard him say abruptly, "No." I glanced back. "What?" He held my gaze, and something warm and wonderful and powerful shot between us. "No," he repeated. "I told her no." "I..." I shut my mouth before my jaw hit the floor. "But...why? That was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. You could have had a baby. And she...she was, you know, into you..." The ghost of a smile flickered on his face. "Yes, she was. Is. And that's why I had to say no. I couldn't return that...couldn't give her what she wanted. Not when..." He took a few steps toward me. "Not when my heart is somewhere else.
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Richelle Mead (Frostbite (Vampire Academy, #2))
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Celaena shuddered. "This conversation's become far too awful to have after eating." she said, slumping against the pillows. "Tell me which one of your little cadre is the handsomest, and if he would fancy me." Rowan choked. "The thought of you with any of my companions makes my blood run cold." "They're that awful? Your kitty-cat friend looked decent enough." Rowan's brows rose high. "I don't think my kitty-cat friend would know what to do with you-nor would any of the others. It would likely end in bloodshed." She kept grinning, and he crossed his arms. "They would likely have very little interest in you, as you'll be old and decrepit soon enough and thus not worth the effort it would take to win you." She rolled her eyes. "Killjoy.
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Sarah J. Maas (Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3))
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Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose, the lance flower that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you. My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life. My love, in the darkest hour your laughter opens, and if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street, laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword. Next to the sea in the autumn, your laughter must raise its foamy cascade, and in the spring, love, I want your laughter like the flower I was waiting for, the blue flower, the rose of my echoing country. Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy fool who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter.
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Pablo Neruda
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She was breathing deeply, she forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the long anguish of living or dying. After so many years running from fear, fleeing crazily, uselessly, she was finally coming to a halt. At the same time she seemed to be recovering her roots, and the sap rose anew in her body, which was no longer trembling. Pressing her whole belly against the parapet, leaning toward the wheeling sky, she was only waiting for her pounding heart to settle down, and for the silence to form in her. The last constellations of stars fell in bunches a little lower on the horizon of the desert, and stood motionless. Then, with an unbearable sweetness, the waters of the night began to fill her, submerging the cold, rising gradually to the center of her being, and overflowing wave upon wave to her moaning mouth. A moment later, the whole sky stretched out above her as she lay with her back against the cold earth.
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Albert Camus
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Babies are soft. Anyone looking at them can see the tender, fragile skin and know it for the rose-leaf softness that invites a finger's touch. But when you live with them and love them, you feel the softness going inward, the round-cheeked flesh wobbly as custard, the boneless splay of the tiny hands. Their joints are melted rubber, and even when you kiss them hard, in the passion of loving their existence, your lips sink down and seem never to find bone. Holding them against you, they melt and mold, as though they might at any moment flow back into your body. But from the very start, there is that small streak of steel within each child. That thing that says "I am," and forms the core of personality. In the second year, the bone hardens and the child stands upright, skull wide and solid, a helmet protecting the softness within. And "I am" grows, too. Looking at them, you can almost see it, sturdy as heartwood, glowing through the translucent flesh. The bones of the face emerge at six, and the soul within is fixed at seven. The process of encapsulation goes on, to reach its peak in the glossy shell of adolescence, when all softness then is hidden under the nacreous layers of the multiple new personalities that teenagers try on to guard themselves. In the next years, the hardening spreads from the center, as one finds and fixes the facets of the soul, until "I am" is set, delicate and detailed as an insect in amber.
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Diana Gabaldon (Dragonfly in Amber (Outlander, #2))
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He fell to the seat, she by his side. There were no more words. The stars were beginning to shine. How was it that the birds sing, that the snow melts, that the rose opens, that May blooms, that the dawns whitens behind the black trees on the shivering summit of the hills? One kiss, and that was all. Both trembled, and they looked at each other in the darkness with brilliant eyes. They felt neither the cool night, nor the cold stone, nor the damp ground, nor the wet grass; they looked at each other, and their hearts were full of thought. They had clasped hands, without knowing it. She did not ask him; did not even think where and how he had managed to get into the garden. It seemed so natural to her that he should be there. From time to time Mariusโ€™ knee touched Cosetteโ€™s. A touch that thrilled. At times, Cosette faltered out a word. Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower. Gradually, they began to talk. Overflow succeeded to silence, which is fullness. The night was serene and glorious above their heads. These two beings, pure as spirits, told each other everything, their dreams, their frenzies, their ecstasies, their chimeras, their despondencies, how they had adored each other from afar, how they had longed for each other, their despair when they had ceased to see each other. They had confided to each other in an intimacy of the ideal, which already, nothing could have increased, all that was most hidden and most mysterious in themselves. They told each other, with a candid faith in their illusions, all that love, youth and the remnant of childhood that was theirs, brought to mind. These two hearts poured themselves out to each other, so that at the end of an hour, it was the young man who had the young girlโ€™s soul and the young girl who had the soul of the young man. They interpenetrated, they enchanted, they dazzled each other. When they had finished, when they had told each other everything, she laid her head on his shoulder, and asked him: "What is your name?" My name is Marius," he said. "And yours?" My name is Cosette.
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Victor Hugo (Les Misรฉrables)
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I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care, I am me. My name is Valerie, I don't think I'll live much longer and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography ill ever write, and god, I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1985, I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tuttlebrook, and she use to tell me that god was in the rain. I passed my 11th lesson into girl's grammar; it was at school that I met my first girlfriend, her name was Sara. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that is was an adolescent phase people outgrew. Sara did, I didn't. In 2002 I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn't look at me, he told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I had only told them the truth, was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free. I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I starred in my first film, "The Salt Flats". It was the most important role of my life, not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box, and our place always smelled of roses. Those were there best years of my life. But America's war grew worse, and worse. And eventually came to London. After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone. I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like collateral and rendition became frightening. While things like Norse Fire and The Articles of Allegiance became powerful, I remember how different became dangerous. I still don't understand it, why they hate us so much. They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me.It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An Inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you. -Valerie
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Alan Moore (V for Vendetta)