Clarke The 100 Quotes

Octavia was the only person in the world who truly knew him. There was no one else he really cared about ever seeing again. But then he glanced over Clarke, who was leaning over to breathe in the scent of a bright pink flower, the sun catching the gold strands in her hair, and suddenly he wasn't so sure.

He’d never known a girl who was so beautiful and intense at once.

I am become death, destroyer of worlds

Bellamy leaned back with a sigh and closed his eyes, wondering how long it would take until she stopped being the last person he thought about before he fell asleep. - Bellamy about Clarke

exhilaration fizzed through Clarke’s body. Before she realised what she was doing, she had thrown her arms around Bellamy. He joined in her laughter as he staggered backward, and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up and spinning her through the air. The colours of the clearing swirled, green and gold and blue all blurring until there was nothing in the world but Bellamy’s smile, lighting up his eyes. Finally he set her down gently on the ground. Be he didn’t loosen his grip. Instead he pulled her even closer, and before Clarke had time to catch her breath, his lips were on hers. A voice in her brain told her stop, but it was overpowered by the smell of his skin and the pressure of his touch. Clarke felt like she was melting into his arms, losing herself in the kiss. He tasted like joy, and joy tasted better on Earth.

You keep us alive, and I'll keep you on two feet. - Bellamy Blake

Was that Clarke really in there somewhere? The Clarke who could look so gravely serious one moment and then burst into laughter the next? The girl who found everything on Earth miraculous, and kissed him as if he were the most incredible find of all?

I want to spend eons with you, Clarke Griffin.

Bellamy took Clarke’s hand, then leaned in and whispered, “Should we go check on your parents?” She turned to him and tilted her head to the side. “Don’t you think it’s a little early to be meeting my parents?” she teased. “After all, we’ve been dating less than a month.” “A month in Earth time is like, ten years in space time, don’t you think?” Clarke nodded. “You’re right. And I suppose that means that I can’t get mad at you if you decide to call it off after a few months, because that’s really a few decades.” Bellamy wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her close. “I want to spend eons with you, Clarke Griffin.” She rose onto her toes and kissed his cheek. “Glad to hear it, because there’s no going back now. We’re here for good.

Good people can make mistakes. It doesn't mean you stop caring about them. (Clarke)

Finally, he set her down gently on the ground. But he didn’t loosen his hold. Instead, he pulled her even closer, and before Clarke had time to catch her breath, his lips were on hers.

Bellamy Plunged Into The Lake and Closed The Distance Between Them With a Few Powerful Strokes. He'd Boasted About Teaching Himself To Swim. During His Treks to The Stream and For Once He Had'nt Been Exaggerating. He Disappeared Under The Water,Just Long Enough for Clarke To Feel a Flicker of Worry then His Hand Grasped Her Wrist and She Squealed as He Spun Her Around. Expecting Him to Splash Her in Retaliation,But Bellamy Just Stared at Her For a Moment Before Raising a Hand and Running His Fingers Along Her Neck "No Gills Yet" He Said Softly

Clarke grabbed his hand, and together, they started down the staircase into the darkness.

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You keep us alive, and I'll keep you on two feet.

The connection we feel to other people isn’t bound by geography or space,” Wells began. Although Clarke could see him trembling, his voice was strong and clear. “Sasha and I grew up in two different worlds, each of us wondering and dreaming about what was out there. I watched from above, never knowing for sure whether humans had survived here on Earth. I didn’t know if we’d ever set foot on this planet again or if it would happen in my lifetime. And she looked up”—he pointed at the fading stars, still faintly visible in the dark blue sky—“and wondered if there was anyone up there. Had anyone survived the voyage into space? Had people managed to stay alive up there all these hundreds of years? For both of us, getting answers to our questions seemed so unlikely. But a million tiny forces moved us toward each other, and we got our answers. We found each other, even if it was just for a moment.” Wells took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Sasha was my answer.

Exhilaration fizzed through Clarke’s body. Before she realized what she was doing, she had thrown her arms around Bellamy. He joined in her laughter as he staggered backward, and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up and spinning her through the air. The colors of the clearing swirled, green and gold and blue all blurring until there was nothing in the world but Bellamy’s smile, lighting up his eyes.

Clarke shifted so she was leaning against Bellamy. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned back, so they were both looking up at the sky. The roar of the fire was enough to muffle the voices of everyone around them, and with their eyes tilted upward, it almost felt like they were the only two people on Earth.

This time, the words weren’t a prayer but a declaration. Clarke refused to let Thalia die, and nothing was going to stop her. She wouldn’t let her best friend join the chorus of ghosts in her head.

Bellamy Plunged Into The Lake and Closed The Distance Between Them With a Few Powerful Strokes. He'd Boasted About Teaching Himself To Swim. During His Treks to The Stream and For Once He Had'nt Been Exaggerating. He Disappeared Under The Water,Just Long Enough for Clarke To Feel a Flicker of Worry then His Hand Grasped Her Wrist and She Squealed as He Spun Her Around. Expecting Him to Splash Her in Retaliation,But Bellamy Just Stared at Her For a Moment Before Raising a Hand and Running His Fingers Along Her Neck "No Gills Yet" He Said Softly” 

The 100 Tv-series" Clarke, who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things

A fleeting look of pain crossed Clarke’s face before she retreated behind her mask of steely resolve. She’ll get over it, Bellamy thought bitterly. She’d find someone else to go traipsing through the woods with her. “I

Dejó que sus labios expresaran todo aquello que, por incapacidad o tozudez, se sentía incapaz de decir. Le mordió con suavidad el labio inferior. Lo siento. Deslizó la boca por su mentón. Me he portado como un idiota. La besó en el hueco de la clavícula. Te deseo. La respiración de Clarke se estaba tornando agitada, y cada vez que los labios de él cambiaban de lugar, se estremecía. Bellamy le acercó los labios al oído. Te quiero. No bastaba. Tenía que pronunciarlo en voz alta. Quería oírse a sí mismo diciéndolo.

The door slid open, and Clarke knew it was time to die.

–Te quiere, Clarke. Te quiere con la clase de amor que la mayoría de la gente se pasa la vida buscando. – Pues espero por tu bien que nunca lo encuentres.

Take care of each other

People don't get married just to have sex with each other. Not in the last 100 years or so. Even in England.

He kissed the top of her head. "This isn't good-bye, sweetheart. Mom and I are going to see you in heaven." Heaven? Clarke thought in confusion. Unbidden, the old song lyric popped into here head. Heaven is a place on Earth.

She’s my best friend,” Clarke said, taking his hand. “The only person on Earth who knows the real me.” She shot an embarrassed smile at Bellamy, but he nodded. “I know what you mean.” Octavia was the only person in the world who truly knew him. There was no one else he really cared about ever seeing again. But then he glanced over at Clarke, who was leaning over to breathe in the scent of a bright-pink flower, the sun catching the gold strands in her hair, and suddenly he wasn’t so sure.

How can a health service so stripped of spare capacity cope with the demands of a once-ina-lifetime global pandemic? I bite my lip and think longingly of Germany’s twenty-nine intensive care beds per 100,000 people – four times the number of ICU beds in Britain

I looked up details about the human heart. They are all about the same size and beat approximately 100,000 times per day. It didn't say they beat faster or grew heavier for biological children than for adopted children. Love for a child weighs the same in any heart.

Summertime on Icarus First published in Vogue, June 1960, as ‘The Hottest Piece of Real Estate in the Solar System’ Collected in Tales of Ten Worlds When I wrote this story, I certainly never dreamed that one day I would have an asteroid named after me: in 1996 the International Astronomical Union rescued 4923 from anonymity. As a result, I am now the proud absentee landlord of about 100 square kilometres of real estate out around Mars. It doesn’t come anywhere near the Earth, so I’m not worried about Deep Impact type lawsuits.

Nope. You didn’t miss much.” “Somehow, I find that hard to believe.” Thalia raised her shoulders in an attempt to sit up, but settled back down with a groan. Clarke gently placed a rolled-up blanket behind her. “Thanks,” she muttered and surveyed Clarke for a moment before she spoke again. “Okay, what’s wrong?” Clarke gave her a bemused smile. “Nothing! I’m just so happy you’re feeling better.” “Please. You can’t hide anything from me. You know I always manage to get your secrets out of you,” Thalia deadpanned. “You can start by telling me where you found the medicine.” “Octavia

We live not for ourselves… it’s what my father always said to justify the sacrifices he had to make, like not spending enough time with me and Mom… or not marrying the woman he loved. But I never knew they had a child together.” [...] The dark outlines of the trees, the patches of star-filled sky, Clarke’s stunned expression, the nervous face of the kid Bellamy had once thought he hated, but now seemed to be… something else entirely. “So that makes you…” “Your half brother.” Wells let the final word hang in the air, as if giving both of them time to examine the shape of it before they claimed it for their own. “I guess you and Octavia aren’t the only siblings in the Colony anymore.” A laugh escaped from Bellamy’s lips before he had time to stop it. “Half brothers,” he repeated. “This is insane.” He shook his head, and with a grin, extended his arm and reached for Wells’s hand. “Brothers.

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Clarke felt like she was melting into his arms, losing herself in the kiss.

girar la esfera y señaló un país estrecho y alargado situado al otro lado del globo—. ¿Y sabes cuál es este? —Chile —respondió Clarke con seguridad.

Bellamy recostou-se com um suspiro e fechou os olhos, pensando no tempo que passaria até que ela deixasse de ser a última pessoa em que pensava antes de adormecer.

More than thirty-five years ago Scudder, Stevens & Clark issued a brochure entitled “Monuments Rarely Pay Dividends.” “When a business begins to get stately,” it said, “wise investors quietly get out from under. For monuments rarely pay dividends.

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The concert was over; the people filed out of the hall chattering and laughing, glad to relax and find the living level again, but my kinswoman made no effort to rise. The harpist slipped the green felt cover over his instrument; the flute-players shook the water from their mouth-pieces; the men of the orchestra went out one by one, leaving the stage to the chairs and music stands, empty as a winter cornfield. I spoke to my aunt. She burst into tears and sobbed pleadingly. “I don’t want to go, Clark, I don’t want to go!” I understood. For her, just outside the concert hall, lay the black pond with the cattle-tracked bluffs; the tall, unpainted house, with weather-curled boards, naked as a tower; the crook-backed ash seedlings where the dish-cloths hung to dry; the gaunt, moulting turkeys picking up refuse about the kitchen door.

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Now that you know what failure looks like, this is how you leave a lasting impression. The hiring manager needs to know what you can do for her. She’s looking for what you did, because that’s the best indication of what you can do for her. Depending on your years of experience, this can range: — from having mastered Microsoft Excel, including pivot tables and Vlookups, to writing VBA code to automating the work of your department and reducing cycle time 80%. — from how met your sales quota three years in a row to how you went to the Achievers Club five years in a row for exceeding quota by 25% or more, and — from organizing an industry conference for 100 guests to organizing and running five industry conferences where attendees numbered between five and ten thousand.

AT&T developed cross-country systems of microwave relay towers, which marched across the countryside from coast to coast and border to border, every 20 to 30 miles. The function of the relay tower was to receive the microwave signal, amplify it, and send it on its way to the next tower. To transmit microwaves across the Atlantic Ocean, however, it was necessary to establish a single relay tower at least 400 miles high, or station ships every 30 miles, all the way across the ocean. Before the space age arrived, the 400-mile-high tower seemed to be as unlikely a prospect as the spectacle of 100 communications-relay ships strung out across the ocean. That possibility that a very high tower could be established by launching an orbital satellite was suggested first by the British science writer Arthur C. Clarke in an article, '*Extra-Terrestrial Relays," in Wireless World m October 1945. Nine years later, JohnR. Pierce, who directed communications research for the Bell Telephone Laboratories, described a practical communications-satellite system to the Princeton section of the Institute for Radio Engineers