Fenn Quotes

You are perfect in your own dysfunctional way. And it’s exactly what I want." - Fenn

Don't ever say that, Fennrys," she said. "I don't ever want to hear you say that you don't deserve or you aren't worthy. You do. You are.

A common question asked of Mr. Fenn was, “How old is the boy?” to which Mr. Fenn’s reply, year after year, was, “He has been somewhere between twelve and thirteen since the day I laid eyes on him.

And a funeral, I found out, is like a wedding in reverse, with less time to plan.

You're such a bookworm," Fenn said, shaking his head as he counted the books in my hand. "No," I corrected "I just want to be prepared.

Some people have children. I have books. Much more interesting and they never ask me for money.

Two weeks. Everything you love, own, and cherish, can be gone, liquidated, and lost forever in two weeks. Give or take a day.

I just want to be normal.” - Fenn

I never saw a dollar bill cry at anyone's funeral.

#lessonsfromscarymovies. And for crying out loud, if you're wearing heels TAKE THEM OFF, then run.

...you never knows where a spark may drop and a fire begin to run.

All I want is to love you, Rory, I want so much more than our friendship." -Fenn

(...) két összebékíthetetlen csoport van Londonban, akik örökre éles szembenállásban maradnak, mert elsimíthatatlan érdekellentét áll fenn közöttük: az ambiciózus anyák és a megrögzött agglegények. Az ambiciózus anyáknak férjhez adandó lányaik vannak. A megrögzött agglegények nem akarnak megnősülni. A konfliktus lényegét mindenki megérti, akinek egy csöpp esze is van (...)

Dying may just be the best thing that ever happened to me.

So glad you could bless me with your presence, Oh Late One - Fenn

Well then, as your boyfriend, I order you to tell Zane that you are and always have been my girlfriend." -Fenn

I looked up at him and smiled, finally ok with how I felt and said "Love You." He grinned from ear to ear, chuckling in satisfaction. "Love you, too" Aurora & Fenn

When you stay with the Draconta, you will begin to understand more about yourself than I could ever teach you, But for now, I can share what little I do know. The song that plays between you and Fenn is a soul song heard between two dragons that are mated" -Astral

I pledge you my troth, Aulis Gerrard. I grant you my axe, and my favour, and my fealty. I shall honour you, and care for you, and keep you safe. For as long as I bear breath.

I'm down for something I haven't done before, but that doesn't include visiting the inside of a jail cell, Fenn Aiden - Aurora

I loathe you more intensely than a thousand burning suns.”- Aurelia “So what you’re saying is… you have strong feelings for me?” - Fenn

Fenn, under no circumstances will I ever even consider having sex with a giant six-eyed deer.” “But you’re thinking of the logistics of it now, aren’t you?” asked Fenn, gently patting my hand.

You are the fairest gift ever to greet my eyes," he said, quiet, intent. "You are a bright jewel, a flame in winter, a blade new from the forge. It shall be pure joy to walk my home by your side, and flaunt such a rare prize.

No és a franciák! Ha De Gaulle-nak nem volna olyan nagy orra, rég megfeledkeztek volna a franciákról a kultúrájukkal együtt. Meglátja, néhány év múlva csak a "francia" melléknév marad fenn, amellyel a reklámok bizonyos kondomok és illatszerek fajtáit fogják jelölni.

A gyerekek számára a világ olyan múzeum, ahol a felnőtt őrök talán az idő nagyobbik részében kedvesek, de attól még ők hozzák a szabályokat: minden szilárd, minden öröktől fogva, már jóval előttük is létezett. A szeretetért cserébe fenn kell tartaniuk ártatlanságuk mítoszát. Nem elég, hogy ártatlanok, de annak is kell látszaniuk.

Free will always results in collateral damage.

There was a day when writers actually read," he grumbles. "They could quote Keats and Socrates. Now anyone with a keyboard and a fifth-grade education can call themselves a writer.

Kyle is sexy

The waters that fed the Missouri had once flowed northeast into Hudson Bay, not south toward the Gulf of Mexico.

Ég mun virða og dá þig,” Filak murmured, as his eyes glimmered on hers. “Ég mun veita þér öryggi, kærleika og lífshamingju svo lengi sem ég lifi.

The misery? It’s mostly created by humans in order to hold power over other humans.

There is a cookie trail of all my interests lodged in some digital sphere which will one day consolidate the collected data of six billion souls and vomit out—I don't know—personalized infomercials for deodorant and car wax.

Pierre de la Vérendrye and his companions had encountered a people blessed with material abundance. “Corn, meat, fat, dressed robes, and bearskins” were all among their riches. “They are well supplied with these things,” the Frenchman wrote. But his abbreviated journal barely mentions the villagers’ equally rich ceremonial life.1

I have watched enough cheesy detective television shows in my young life to know that when one is presented with an inexplicable mystery, the first order of business (after procuring good donuts and coffee—check) is to create a wall of clues with photos of suspects and article clippings, preferably in an artistic yet seemingly random fashion.

Egy alkalommal például részt vettem egy tudományos vitán, amelyben - meggyőződésem szerint - egyértelműen én kerekedtem felül, ami azóta is jó érzéssel tölt el. Utóbb azonban kiderült, hogy ellenfelem legalább olyan bizonyos volt abban, hogy ő nyert, s ez neki éppúgy örömet okozott. Ha nem is volt egyformán igazunk, minden további nélkül lehettünk egyformán boldogok, illúziónk ennélfogva növelte az emberi boldogság összmennyiségét. A társadalmak bizonyos mértékig intézményessé tehetik az efféle illúziót: a teniszjátékosok elhihetik, hogy az embert igazán a tenisztudása teszi tiszteletre méltóvá, míg a tudósok a tudományos teljesítményről, a szoknyabolondok pedig a gáláns kalandok minél nagyobb számáról gondolhatják ugyanezt, s a sort még hosszan folytathatnánk. Egyre több és több ember lehet tehát meggyőződve arról, hogy az ő csoportja alkotja a valódi társadalmi elitet, s a legkevésbé sem zavarja őket, hogy mások listáján sokkal hátrébb helyezkednek el. A civil társadalomban - s vonzerejének egyik alapvető forrása éppen ez - nem csupán tevékenységformából nagy a bőség, de kiválóság-kritériumból is, s ezáltal olyan illúziórendszer tartható fenn, amely pontosan azért tud annyi embert meggyőzni arról, hogy ő helyezkedik el a társadalmi ranglétra legfelső fokán, mert sok-sok, egymástól független létra létezik, s mindenki nyugodtan képzelheti, hogy igazából csak az számít, amelyre ő felhágott.

Nevai, musikimize olan hizmetini yalnızca küyler bestelemekle sınırlandırmamıştır. En büyük musiki üstatlarına ve en yetenekli musiki öğrencilerine eğitim vermeye başlamıştır. Onları bilim yönünden zenginleştirmek için yeni musiki risaleleri yazdırmıştır. Bu doğrultuda Babür Mirza’nın Babürnâme eserinde Üstat Kulmuhammed-ü Şeyh-i Nâyi ve Udî Hüseyin çalgılarında çok iyilerdi. Nevai’nin eğitim ve desteğiyle yükselmiş, ünlenmişlerdir demiştir. Nevai, Hemsetü-l-Müteheyyirîn adlı kitabında Üstad Kulmuhammed’in öğrencilik dönemlerinde çok yetenekli olduğunu ve her şeyi yeniden öğrenerek iyi bir çalma yetisine ulaştığını söylemiştir. Nevai, Üstad Kulmuhammed ve Udî Hüseyin’in musiki hakkında daha fazla teorik bilgiye ulaşmalarını sağlamak için dört büyük üstada, dört tane musiki risalesi yazdırmıştır. Risaleler Fenn-i Ta’lim tarafından uygun görülmediği için son olarak Abdurrahman Cami’ye beşinci risaleyi yazdırdığını eserinde not etmiştir.

Klasszikus értékű az, ami örökké tart, mint a görög váza, vagy Robinson Crusoe, vagy Shakespeare színművei, vagy egy Mozart szimfónia. Klasszikus kor és a klasszikus érték közé viszont a legkevésbé sem tehetünk egyenlőségjelet! A zeneszerzők százai komponáltak Mozart idejében – írtak remek darabokat, melyek betartották az összes szabályokat, és elegánsak és minden kívánalomnak eleget tettek. De zenéjük mégsem maradt fenn, mert hallgatásuk közben nem érezteti meg a klasszikus tökéletességet – ezzel a hozzáadott többlettel. És éppen ez a külön valami, ez az extra az, amit szépségnek nevezünk; amit viszont szépségnek nevezünk, annak érzelmeinkhez van köze. Éppen ez rejlik Mozart zenéjében – szépség. Pl. ha ezt a gyönyörűséges dallamot hallgatjuk már korábban idézett zongoraversenyéből, ez megindít, meghat minket – érzünk valamit. A hangok e hosszú, csodálatos sorának hatására mély érzelmeket érzünk – csaknem, de nem egészen bánatosat, és nem is igazán boldogat. Nagyon sajátos érzelmeket.

See,” he said, “not everything’s visible until the lights go out.

We’re all sorry,” he said. “At different times, and for different reasons. The trick is to know when that sorrow is justified.

The type who thought all women should be grateful for his aggressive attention and turned vicious when rejected.

He’d dealt with his fair share of people like Fenn. The old saying was right. A fanatic is one who can’t change his mind and won’t change the subject.

Ach, I’ve missed you, sweet thing,” he purred, as he stepped close, and tilted up Lydia’s face with an easy, familiar clawed hand. “Look how flushed and pretty you are. Were you eager to see me, too?

Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” The Tempest, William Shakespeare

Ask no secrets, get told no lies,

Look, Your Grace, I’m flattered,” he’d said, “but I’ve already got a steady guy twice my size, and he’d tear me a new arsehole if he knew I was at it with you. He’s already hard enough on me as it is, yeah?

Fine,” he snapped, though his voice was hoarse. “But if you kill me, or betray me, I’m haunting you forever. With your goddess as my witness.

Then take your defeat, human,” the orc hissed, all hot, deadly, wonderful promise. “And welcome your enemy’s prick up your rump.

The orc had won. Fair and square. And he hadn’t wanted to kill Gerrard, he’d wanted… this. This orc—this huge, brilliant, powerful fighter—wanted this. From him.

Foolish human,” the orc breathed, his voice dark and low. “I do not wish to kill you. I wish to…

That was back when I still thought my identity depended on those around me. I’ve learned to value myself more since then.

There are two sides to every argument, as they say—and the truth is always somewhere in the middle.

Eadric was quiet, understated and quite possibly very, very dangerous.

She remembered thinking, surely this wasn't what kissing was supposed to be like! Wasn't she supposed to be lost in the moment, taken over by the sensations, wanting to give in to hot and sweaty impulses? Surely, she wasn't supposed to lie there, her eyes staring over his shoulder as his closed lips moved over hers, thinking, is this it?

wicked orc-seed

You prick,” she managed. “If you make me use a pail, I will dump it on you while you sleep, I swear to the gods.

Plus—well, it’s Liverpool. That city is so used to oddities and outsiders that aliens could land in Clayton Square and the worst that would happen is they’d maybe get their spaceship clamped.

These days,” he gave a tiny, elegant snort, “someone in an office presses a button and whoomph, half a city is gone. People, animals, trees, everything—gone, just like that. Where’s the sense in that?

But the conversation had shocked her into another realization; she wasn't just disinterested in sex. Her lack of attraction went further than that. She wasn't interested in flowers and chocolates, kissing and cuddling. She wanted friends, not romantic partners. All of that screamed aromanticism to her. Aroace.

Clare marvelled at the number of people adorned in flags and makeup, who were claiming the streets as their own. They sported coloured hair and T-shirts, braces, face paint, rainbow-coloured shoes, and glittered skin. People carried banners and bags. Clare swallowed; how many people tamped down their identities and personalities in their day-to-day lives, and how free must they feel today?

19 Teşrinisani 1332 Cumartesi [2 Aralık 1916] Evden çıkmadım. Ordu Kumandanına Van Hareket Müfrezesinin hareket-i âtiyesi hakkında bir rapor yazdım, Van aleyhinde teşebbüsün milis kuvvetiyle olamayacağını ve kuvay-i nizamiye ile takviye lâzım, bu ise iaşece müşkül. Bence yapılacak şey kalmamıştır. Silvan Jandarma Kumandam ziyarete geldi. «Allahı İnkâr Mümkün müdür?» eserini okumaya devam. İhsan ve Ömer'e «Yaşamak Kavgası» namındaki türkçe şiirin bir kısmını ezberlettim. Nuri Bey'den bir mektup aldım. Muş'a taarruzun aleyhinde. Kuvvetleri geriye çekmeyi teklif ediyor. 20 Teşrinisani 1332 Pazar [3 Aralık 1916] «Allahı İnkâr Mümkün mü» eserini bitirdim. Bütün feylesofların, edyan-ı muhtelifeye mensup tabiiyyun, zihniyyun, maddiyyun, hukema, mütefekkirîn, mutasavvıfînin kâffesi ruh'un mevcut ve adem-i mevcudiyetini, ruh'un ve cism'in bir veya ayrı olup olmadığını, ruh'un beka ve adem-i bekasını tetkik ediyor. Bu tetkikatta, ilim ve fenne istinat edenler makbul. İmam Gazalî, İbn-i Sina, İbn-i Rüşd gibi eimme-i müslimînin beyanatı dahi telâkkiyat-ı âmiyaneden büsbütün başkadır; yalnız ifadelerinde çok rumuz var. Dindar mütefekkirîn, kavait ve ulûm ve fünun ve felsefeyi, beyanat-ı şeriati tefsir için evirip çevirmeğe gayret etmişler. Arıburnu raporlarını yazmağa başladım. NOT: Mustafa Kemal'in yukarıda yazılı hatırası da, daha evvelce ve 5 Teşrinisani 1332 (18 Kasım 1916) tarihine ait hatıraları altındaki notta izah edilmiş olduğu gibi, eskiden İzmir'de çıkan «Sadayi Hak» gazetesinin aynı tarih ve numaralı nüshasında ve aynı makale sonunda yayınlamıştım.

Ég fíla Aelakesh,” Rosa gasped, forming the unfamiliar words as carefully as she could. “Ég fíla — John-Ka.” I like Aelakesh. I like — John.

Is there aught more you might wish to ask of me, upon this? Or tell me?” He was offering to answer more questions, Rosa realized, blinking at his too-remote face — and he was also giving her one more chance. One more out. One more opportunity to say, Lord Kaspar’s bribed me to spy on you, and help him start this war… But John couldn’t know. Ever.

Even one of the most powerful humans in the realm stole you for his own, so he may gain from your insights.

He hadn’t said it aloud, no, but he’d still made it very clear. And rather than asking the simple question to make it even clearer, Rosa had stayed silent.

No,” she choked out. “I am not touching you, Lord Kaspar. Never again. I told you, it’s over.” But he only laughed again, advancing closer, one hand on his swollen bared cock, the other still holding her papers. “Are you sure, Rosa darling?” he asked. “Oh, I think you could be convinced. Maybe I’ll make you a student. Maybe I’ll even make you my wife. Will that do, for now?

And also” — she twitched a grin at him — “serving you, as your loyal pet.

He was mocking her. Blaming her. Using her… But the truth of that was blunted, somehow, in the way those eyes were looking at her, in his claws still pressing against her shoulder. In his other hand, abruptly coming up to trace, slow and gentle, down the side of her cheek.

Oh gods. Oh, gods. The shame was swarming Rosa again, battering against her in wave after wave, and her breaths were short, stunted, sparse. No. No. He was supposed to be kind, supposed to be gentle, the way he’d caressed her, the way he’d looked at her…

The words seemed to crumple something inside Rosa, deep, powerful, merciless. He’d been — using her. Mocking her.

one of her library’s books, Rosa noted with misgiving — but rather than reading it, he was gazing straight back toward her, his mouth a thin, disapproving line.

And do not fear. You shall not come to harm.” That was rather rich, coming from him

W-where am I?” Rosa asked, her voice raspy and hoarse,

Y-you,” she breathed, to those dispassionate black eyes, “have one chance to explain your actions, orc. One.” Those eyes blinked, once, but then that cold, familiar sneer curled across his mouth. “What must I explain,

To say, no, that isn’t truly who you are, I know, I saw you, no falsehoods… But no. No. This awful orc kept telling her who he was, and why in all the gods’ holy names should she not just believe him?

Please. I won’t bother you any longer, I’ll find my own means of travelling back home and dealing with my” — she had to fight for air — “my predicament, and you’ll never need to spare a thought for me again. Please,

I did. But you’ve just spoken the truth about yourself, and about me, as well. I have been silly, and foolish, and easily led. I should never have” — she gasped for breath, dragged it into her lungs — “sought to please you, or trust you, or follow you, as I did. I should have been wiser and cleverer. I should know, by now, that powerful men like you don’t actually help women like me. You don’t care. You only use us as you wish, for your own benefit, and throw us away when you’re done.

John had come even closer, the warmth of him almost tangible against her, and there was a harsh, twitchy shake of his head. “I am not,” he said, cold, brittle, “a man.

Yes, I’m aware, thank you,” she managed. “But in your actions, orc, you have been just the same. You give me food and clothes and shelter, but in exchange, you use me, you manipulate me, you take your pleasure from me as you please. And not once do you deign to speak a single word of kindness to me afterwards, and instead you mock me, and scorn me, and call me skinny and foolish and stupid and useless, and I —” Gods, she couldn’t finish, not through the surge of gasping, shuddering breaths choking out her throat, and she had to press her hands to her face, spit the words against them. “I believe you, orc,” she sobbed. “I believe you. You don’t want me. You don’t like me. So will you please, please just let me go!

You wished to come here. You wished for an orc.” The last came out with a vindictive bitterness, clenching something deep and painful in Rosa’s belly, but on her other side Jule rolled her eyes, and kept walking. “And now she doesn’t,” she shot back. “Shocking, John, truly. Better luck next time.

You are not yet well. You must rest, and fully heal first.” Jule entirely ignored him, pulling Rosa back to a walk

But you — you don’t care for me,” Rosa finally said, her voice cracking. “You don’t even like me. You think I’m silly and stupid and useless. You only want to use me, for your own gain.

Don’t let him get your hopes up, Rosa,” Jule replied flatly.

How many holdings,” Rosa heard her traitorous voice say, her eyes narrow on John’s. “And what kinds? How old? Sourced from where?

Oh. Of course. Rosa felt her hopefulness fall again, plummeting deep, her eyes dropping to the floor. Of course he didn’t really want her to know, to learn, to discover more about his people. Offering up the library was surely just another empty gesture, another manipulation. And that was all.

He would read them to her. It was enough to snap Rosa’s watery eyes up to his, searching for the truth of that — and here, whirling to life in her stunted-feeling brain, was the realization that this — this was indeed exactly what she needed.

But you don’t want me to stay here, John,” her thin voice choked. “You don’t even like me. You’re only trying to manipulate me again. To get your way again. You already swore to keep me safe, and tell me no falsehoods” — her voice wavered — “and just look how that’s gone for me. You don’t care. I can’t trust you.

I did not,” he said, his voice thick, “truly wish to frighten you, or harm you, or speak false to you. I did not wish to — use you. I only” — he grimaced, those eyes squeezing shut, opening again — “I have never before — known aught, such as this, between us. I do not — understand.

Even as the words came out her mouth, she realized that they were no doubt a grave mistake, committing her to days of work, if not entire weeks, and for what? So this orc could have a few more books to read? This awful, selfish orc, who’d been unspeakably rude and cruel to her, and who was currently supposed to be proving to her why she should stay? And failing miserably in the task, clearly, because somehow Rosa was the one accommodating him, yet again?!

Yes,” she whispered, to his hands, rather than his face. “But I told you. Men don’t give. They only take.

Rosa blinked at him, at the cold command in his eyes, at the danger in his voice — and for some bizarre, unaccountable reason, she felt her curled-up body relaxing, her throat swallowing hard against that press of his palm.

I want to stay with you. Please. You promised to teach me.

Do not flatter yourself, woman,” he snapped. “Had I truly wished to cast some absurd magic upon a woman, you may be sure I should not have chosen you! A bony, vexing, fickle little strumpet, who thinks herself clever, yet is thrown into a foolish raging fit over a few words from a Skai!

I should have chosen,” he hissed, “a tall, hale, hearty, and serene woman. One who does not sell herself to the highest bidder, or prattle constant questions with every breath, or play-act as wiser than she truly is!

Suddenly Rosa needed it again, craved it again. This rare, hidden version of John that teased and laughed, and argued over technicalities, and — wanted her. Cared for her.

before his death he arranged for me” — she dragged for air — “to go to boarding school. Until the money ran out, at least, but after that, I learned —” John’s eyes were very intent on hers, his hands very still, waiting, listening, safe — so Rosa somehow found more air, the rest of the words. “I learned that there were — other ways to pay,” she whispered. “With men. Like Lord Kaspar. And before him, my schoolmaster. Mr. Sullivan. They took care of me, gave me an education, as long as I” — she swallowed hard — “obeyed.

Why must I leave?” he countered, his low voice lilting with a faint, unfamiliar accent. “There is no one else reading here, and I cause no harm.” Rosa gulped for air, for rational thought. “This library,” she choked out, “is meant for humans.

And even if she had the deepest throat in the realm, it still wouldn’t do a lick of good once Lord Kaspar found out.

The word didn’t make any sense — it was in the orcs’ own primitive black-tongue, Rosa’s sluggish brain supplied — and abruptly there was the awareness, powerful and almost breathtakingly painful, that he regretted this. He hadn’t truly wanted what he’d just done. Perhaps he hadn’t even truly wanted her. Had he?

To take me, and plough me, and fill me until I burst.

Leaving her standing there entirely naked before him, shivering with the sudden chill, while he completely ignored her, and wrapped up the pile of books into a neat, self-contained package.