Cn Tower Quotes

I’m scared of failing—but I’m also scared of succeeding.

We’re trapped in the waking nightmare.

Indeed, the bold, almost primitive, architecture of the CN Tower may reveal a basic truth about Canadian political existence as a perfect ideological symbol of the “technological nationalism” which has always been the essence of the Canadian state, and, most certainly, the locus of the Canadian identity.

I can hardly catch my breath as I glance at the judges. Wrythe and Amon both look horrified. But Viviane meets my eyes, and her lips twist in a tiny smile.

But right now, I don’t give a fuck what they think.

I’m going to need to kiss you.” “For realism,” I whisper. He brushes his thumb over my lower lip. “For the mission.” “For England.” He presses his lips against mine, claiming my mouth.

Prime numbah be like me—ornery and forspecial. It gotta be a numbah don’t nevvah divide even ’ceptin by one and its own-self. Two is prime, ’cause you can divide it by one an’ two, but it’s the only even numbah that’s prime. You c’n take out all the res’ dat’s even.

Everyone on your horses. Nia, you’re riding with me.” The hem of my dress hikes up to my hips as I climb into the saddle. I shift forward, gripping the horse’s pommel, the cool night air sweeping over my bare thighs. Raphael mounts behind me, pressing close against me, his body warm and firm. He reaches around me for the reins. I lean back against his chest. Heat radiates from his body, warming mine.

You’ve proven yourself to be the same self-obsessed twat you always were. You don’t have to be wealthy to think you’re better than everyone else, do you? To some people, arrogance comes just as naturally as breathing. And in reality, Raphael, I saved your ass more than once, you egomaniacal, solipsistic, stuck-up prick. Do not speak to me again unless it’s an order. Unless it’s life or death. You’re not good enough to speak to me, and you never were.

POEM – MY AMAZING TRAVELS [My composition in my book Travel Memoirs with Pictures] My very first trip I still cannot believe Was planned and executed with such great ease. My father, an Inspector of Schools, was such a strict man, He gave in to my wishes when I told him of the plan. I got my first long vacation while working as a banker One of my co-workers wanted a travelling partner. She visited my father and discussed the matter Arrangements were made without any flutter. We travelled to New York, Toronto, London, and Germany, In each of those places, there was somebody, To guide and protect us and to take us wonderful places, It was a dream come true at our young ages. We even visited Holland, which was across the Border. To drive across from Germany was quite in order. Memories of great times continue to linger, I thank God for an understanding father. That trip in 1968 was the beginning of much more, I visited many countries afterward I am still in awe. Barbados, Tobago, St. Maarten, and Buffalo, Cirencester in the United Kingdom, Miami, and Orlando. I was accompanied by my husband on many trips. Sisters, nieces, children, grandchildren, and friends, travelled with me a bit. Puerto Rico, Los Angeles, New York, and Hialeah, Curacao, Caracas, Margarita, Virginia, and Anguilla. We sailed aboard the Creole Queen On the Mississippi in New Orleans We traversed the Rockies in Colorado And walked the streets in Cozumel, Mexico. We were thrilled to visit the Vatican in Rome, The Trevi Fountain and the Colosseum. To explore the countryside in Florence, And to sail on a Gondola in Venice. My fridge is decorated with magnets Souvenirs of all my visits London, Madrid, Bahamas, Coco Cay, Barcelona. And the Leaning Tower of Pisa How can I forget the Spanish Steps in Rome? Stratford upon Avon, where Shakespeare was born. CN Tower in Toronto so very high I thought the elevator would take me to the sky. Then there was El Poble and Toledo Noted for Spanish Gold We travelled on the Euro star. The scenery was beautiful to behold! I must not omit Cartagena in Columbia, Anaheim, Las Vegas, and Catalina, Key West, Tampa, Fort Lauderdale, and Pembroke Pines, Places I love to lime. Of course, I would like to make special mention, Of two exciting cruises with Royal Caribbean. Majesty of the Seas and Liberty of the Seas Two ships which grace the Seas. Last but not least and best of all We visited Paris in the fall. Cologne, Dusseldorf, and Berlin Amazing places, which made my head, spin. Copyright@BrendaMohammed

If you weren’t supposed to be here, you’d already be dead.

Understand your true self, then hide it from the world so it can’t be used against you.

you always were. You don’t have to be wealthy to think you’re better than everyone else, do you? To some people, arrogance comes just as naturally as breathing. And in reality, Raphael, I saved your ass more than once, you egomaniacal, solipsistic, stuck-up prick. Do not speak to me again unless it’s an order. Unless it’s life or death. You’re not good enough to speak to me, and you never were.

Yet I provided you everything (almost) in my book, which the government denies you the access to. I was going to go deeper in details, but I figured it was futile. To make a long story short, you may divide my time in two big steps. (1) Pre-torture (I mean that I couldn’t resist): I told them the truth about me having done nothing against your country. It lasted until May 22, 2003. (2) Post-torture era: where my brake broke loose. I yessed every accusation my interrogators made. I even wrote the infamous confession about me planning to hit the CN Tower in Toronto, based on SSG ■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​ advice. I just wanted to get the monkeys off my back. I don’t care how long I stay in jail. My belief comforts me.2

We are sisters in nausea now.

So, you’re not only a magical healer, but you’re also a magical antidepressant, too,

This is my M.O.: act like everything is fine, blast people with positivity, and hope for the best.

An enormous serpentine coil rises above our boat. Thick as a ship, it’s covered in metallic scales that gleam silver in the moonlight. Rising high above us, it blocks out the sky. I can’t figure out where it starts and where it ends—or maybe it’s everywhere. A sea serpent.

Graceful and sophisticated as she looks, she spent the boat ride next to me, vomiting over the side. We are sisters in nausea now.

You’re tormenting me on purpose, and I absolutely cannot stop thinking about the perfect shape of your breasts through that camisole, or what your nipples would feel like in my mouth.

You’re what I’ve been missing all these years. His thoughts echo in my mind.

Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you, Nia?

I’ve wanted this for so long, and right now, I literally don’t give a fuck about anything but you.

I let my legs fall open wider in invitation and start touching myself while he watches. Have you thought of me before while you pleasured yourself? “Often,” I say out loud.

A high-pitched voice, loud and terrified, echoes in my mind. “We’re gonna die, we’re gonna die, there’s no escape, they’ll catch you. WE’RE GONNA DIE!” Oh, hell, no. It’s happening again. This is the entire reason my doctor told me to avoid stress. I’m not avoiding stress, and now the voices are back.

If you kill one of our only two Sentinels, Pendragon, I will end your life.” He flashes a dark smile. “And I don’t give a fuck who your great-grandmother was.

Language is the cloak of the gods,

My power worked through fear and anger, and when I looked at him, I felt something else.

I’ve got you, love. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.

Raphael is pale, and there’s something in his expression that I never expected to see. Fear. So, the man does feel emotions.

For once, Raphael’s ice-cold composure has abandoned him, and he is rattled.

You’re still awake,” I say. “How do you know?” “Because I’ve slept in a room with you before, and you snore horribly.” “Bollocks, I do.” I smirk. “Did you really not know that?” “I don’t have many nighttime guests.” Good.

I hear your thoughts,” I whisper. A quiet chuckle. “Stop listening. They’re about to become wildly inappropriate.” I want to hear you moan my name.

This is a terrible idea,” he repeats. Because if I can’t strip you naked and fuck you hard, I will lose my mind.

You’re not leaving. And if I get even the faintest hint that you’re going to pull another stunt like threatening to inform on us, I will end your life. Maybe your dinner will be poisoned. Maybe I’ll slit your throat in your sleep. Maybe I’ll simply bash your pretty little head against a rock. Understood?

Why are you using your healing magic on me? I’m not broken.” Lips parted, he leans in closer. “I can feel your sadness.

Say the first thing that comes to your mind,” he murmurs. “You’re beautiful.” The silver in his eyes grows brighter. “So are you.

What made you decide to jump in?” I ask. “You’re not usually fun.” He’s so close to me now, studying me intently. His expression looks almost desperate. “Because I wanted to kiss you, and I’m not supposed to. And you make it hard for me to stay in control of myself. You destroy my self-control, Nia.” His eyes flick down to my lips.

Perfect,” he murmurs, and his eyes flick up to mine. “You are perfect.

At this point, I’ve pretty much forgotten about the dead mage in my room and all the years I spent hating this gorgeous man. I only know that the power radiating from his rugged body is making my breath catch. It’s not just how he looks, it’s him, too, and the way he seemed so completely undone by my injury. It’s the way he’s finally dropped his guard.

I clean up messes. It’s what I do. I keep people calm, happy, and safe. I’m a balm to soothe panic and rage and bare feet pierced with broken glass. I’m a blanket of fog to cool a sofa burning from a lit cigarette.

I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.

His gaze rakes down my body, lingering at my breasts, peaked beneath the silk. “Fuck.” A line forms between his eyebrows, his pale eyes burning with the heat of stars. “What’s wrong?” I let the strap of my camisole fall down. “You look fucking perfect.

Are you falling asleep on me, pixie?

He’s holding a white box wrapped with string, and he slides it onto the windowsill. The surface is slightly damp. “What’s this?” I ask. “I remember you saying you liked lavender cake, and I saw some in the bakery.” He takes the spyglass from me and starts staring out the window. I take the box and sit on the bed, scooting back cross-legged. I pull the string on the box, unwrapping it. “You got me cake?” I’m still confused. This doesn’t square with his rant about not liking me. “Why?” “Because you said you liked it. You told me you ordered the lavender cake, but you got blackberry.” I stare at his large back, stunned. “That was six months ago.” “Right.

I’m desperate for you. Desperate the way a starving man craves fruit. I’ve dreamt of this for years, and I want to taste every inch of your skin.

Today, we are soldiers, it seems. We’re heading to battle, whether we’re prepared or not. I want you to stay close to me the whole time, do you understand? I can’t have anything happen to you.” Fear flickers in his eyes, and I remember a time when I thought the man didn’t feel emotions at all.

What happened to your leg? You were limping when I first saw you, and you’re favoring your right leg.” “I sprained my ankle jumping into a train car from the roof.” “You did what?” “That’s how I got here,” I say. “I took the Gobannos train. It was the only way I could make it here on time. But I didn’t have a ticket, so I had to board the train through the roof.” “Why do I feel like you’ll be the death of me?” he mutters, and kneels down. “What are you doing?” “Healing you. The left one, right?” He brushes the back of his knuckles over my ankle where it hurts the most. How does he know exactly where I need him to heal me?

I’m always the one who picks up the pieces. I take care of things when everyone falls apart around me. I live in the shadows, trying to make things go smoothly. And who comes to help me in the night when I’m sick and can’t breathe? When I’m calling for help, and there’s no answer?

The problem is, banning desire doesn’t douse the heat. If anything, it fuels it.

I clamp my eyes shut and bite my lip. The seaside air no longer smells fresh. It feels like I’m inhaling brackish rot. My lungs whistle as I inhale. I’m running out of breath, and this could be a panic attack or my lungs collapsing. Probably both. My airway is narrowed to a single point. I focus on my senses and the feel of the ground beneath my feet to calm myself and ignore the seaside scent of decay. I smell thyme and brine, the faint whiff of lavender. I feel the kiss of the breeze against my skin. My chest is practically caving in. From my handbag, I pull out my inhaler. Two puffs. Within moments, my airways start to open. I shove the inhaler back into the bag and hurry back over the brush, onto the sand. I shield my eyes and find the group huddled on the beach.

Our academy dates back to the Roman occupation of Britain.

My desire for you will burn me alive.

He still hasn’t uttered a word to me. I suppose we did declare our hatred for one another.

My gaze roams over the Gothic ceiling as I walk. This place looks like a grandiose version of Oxford or Westminster, with soaring arches and ornate carvings from centuries ago. It’s like a medieval monastery on a scale fit for gods.

I turn to a platter of food. It looks like something from a fairytale—fresh bread pudding, jams, fruit, cakes decorated with dandelions, entire baked salmon and potatoes, all resting on a bed of wildflowers. Teapots stand on the table, along with a golden liquid that might be beer or whiskey.

his heated gaze makes my soul light on fire.

I’m desperate for you. Desperate the way a starving man craves fruit.

Toronto is a city of dreamers, believers and achievers, whose success is measured against the CN Tower.

O: represents both the province Ontario, and Canada’s capital city Ottawa. Ottawa is our country’s capital city where our government rules the country. Ontario has many lakes, forests, farmland and big cites like Toronto where people enjoy shopping, theatre and going up to the world’s tallest structure, the CN Tower. Toronto is Ontario’s capital city.

She will throw you off the tower.

There were ottomans and framed photographs and curio cabinets full of souvenirs, their very frivolousness reassuring. You did not bring home a carved seashell from Key West or a miniature of the CN Tower or a finger-sized bottle of sand from Martha's Vineyard unless you intended to stay. Mrs. Richardson's family, in fact, had lived in Shaker for three generations now - almost, Pearl learned, since the city had been founded. To have such a deep taproot in a single place, to be immersed in it so thoroughly that it had steeped into every fiber of your being: she couldn't imagine it.

I want this,” he said with every ounce of honesty in his body. “You and me, Kendalee. I know there’s a pile of shit taller than the CN Tower that we have to deal with. But tell me this isn’t some experiment. That you aren’t going to just leave me, that you aren’t going to decide I’m not worth it,” he said, exposing his largest fear to her. She cupped his cheek and he leaned into it. “I don’t know what the hell is going on in my life right now. But I’ll tell you this, Elliott. You are the only bright spark in it. This isn’t “some experiment”.” Unable to resist, he kissed her softly as he withdrew from her. The way she gasped against his mouth made him yearn to start all over again, but they both needed a break a chance to refuel before they could begin again. “Good. Because this,” he said, gesturing between the two of them, “is too damn…precious to be fleeting.

A voice rings in my thoughts, the sometimes violent sensualist. I will taste you. Wrap your thighs around me. In a dark, consuming flame, we will burn, a comet in the sky.

Because I wanted to kiss you, and I’m not supposed to. And you make it hard for me to stay in control of myself. You destroy my self-control, Nia.

Serana’s forehead scrunches up. “I was just speaking metaphorically, I guess. There are no demons in the world, Tana.” Her face has gone pale. “Right?” “Right.” Tana sips from her mead and smiles faintly. “It’s better to think that.” “Well, that’s a thought that’s gonna fester,” Darius mutters.

The shadows are closing in. Death hunts you. During the trials, the darkness will start to envelop you. If you don’t survive, we all die. England is lost. Scotland and Wales, too. The rot will creep from the Cliffs of Dover all the way to the highlands. It starts during the trials.

I stare at him for a moment, but only just a moment. I can always figure out what people want and give it to them. It’s one of my greatest skills. And right now, I know exactly what role I’m supposed to play.

as if my life depends on it. Which it does. This is my M.O.: act like everything is fine, blast people with positivity, and hope for the best.

You’re awake, pixie,” he whispers. There it is again, a note of sweetness in the nickname. A half-smile flits over his lips.

I’m not trained. I’m not qualified. I’m asthmatic.

Nia.” My name is a whisper. His throat bobs. “I should not be doing this. Avalon Tower cannot lose you.” When he meets my gaze again, his silver eyes pierce me. “But I need to keep you safe. You’ll stay in my room tonight. You can have the bed.” His gaze sweeps down my body. “I need you to get dressed, though. Now. Before I forget what the fuck I’m doing.

Some demons are actually pacifists and refuse to fight, even when cornered,” Tana says, staring at the window. Serana’s forehead scrunches up. “I was just speaking metaphorically, I guess. There are no demons in the world, Tana.” Her face has gone pale. “Right?” “Right.” Tana sips from her mead and smiles faintly. “It’s better to think that.” “Well, that’s a thought that’s gonna fester,” Darius mutters.