Irene Quotes

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Waiting is erotic
Irène Némirovsky (Suite Française)
There is this difference between the growth of some human beings and that of others: in the one case it is a continuous dying, in the other a continuous resurrection.
George MacDonald (The Princess and Curdie (Princess Irene and Curdie, #2))
Irene-" "Don't call me that." "You were the princess Irene the first time we met." "It means 'peace'," Attolia said. "What name could be more inappropriate?" "That I be named Helen?" Eddis suggested. The hard lines in Attolia's face eased, and she smiled. Eddis was a far cry from the woman whose beauty had started a war.
Megan Whalen Turner (The Queen of Attolia (The Queen's Thief, #2))
How sad the world is, so beautiful yet so absurd...
Irène Némirovsky (Suite Française)
To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen.... And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.
Arthur Conan Doyle (The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes)
For those who pass it without entering, the city is one thing; it is another for those who are trapped by it and never leave. There is the city where you arrive for the first time; and there is another city which you leave never to return. Each deserves a different name; perhaps I have already spoken of Irene under other names; perhaps I have spoken only of Irene.
Italo Calvino (Invisible Cities)
A coincidence is a small miracle in which God chooses to remain anonymous.
Irene Hannon
Adieu," he said, "this is goodbye. I'll never forget you, never." She stood silent. He looked at her and saw her eyes full of tears. He turned away. At this moment she wasn't ashamed of loving him, because her physical desire had gone and all she felt towards him now was pity and a profound, almost maternal tenderness. She forced herself to smile. "Like the Chinese mother who sent her son off to war telling him to be careful 'because war has its dangers,' I'm asking you, if you have any feelings for me, to be as careful as possible with your life." Because it is precious to you?" he asked nervously. Yes. Because it is precious to me.
Irène Némirovsky (Suite Francaise)
I don't know how to thank you.' Then I will tell you. There is only one way I care for. Do better, and grow better, and be better.
George MacDonald (The Princess and Curdie (Princess Irene and Curdie, #2))
...for music alone can abolish differences of language or culture between two people and invoke something indestructible within them.
Irène Némirovsky (Suite Française)
Your best friend is the person who not only knows all the important stories and events in your life, but has lived through them with you. Your best friend isn't the person you call when you are in jail; mostly likely, she is sitting in the cell beside you.
Irene S. Levine (Best Friends Forever: Surviving a Breakup with Your Best Friend)
Before Van realized it, he was walking her back toward her stairs. He didn't stop kissing her, he wouldn't. The last thing he wanted was for her to change her mind. He managed to get her to the upstairs hallway before she pulled her mouth away. "What are you doing?" she panted out. "Taking you to your bed." "Forget it." And Van, if he were a crying man, would be sobbing. Until uptight Irene Conridge added, "The wall. Use the Wall.
Shelly Laurenston (When He Was Bad (Magnus Pack, #3.5; Pride, #0.75; Smith's Shifter World, #3.5))
Important events — whether serious, happy or unfortunate — do not change a man's soul, they merely bring it into relief, just as a strong gust of wind reveals the true shape of a tree when it blows off all its leaves. Such events highlight what is hidden in the shadows, they nudge the spirit towards a place where it can flourish.
Irène Némirovsky
If you look at old pictures, Irene Casey is so pretty. Not just young, but pretty the way you look when your face goes smooth, the skin around your eyes and lips relaxed, the pretty you only look when you love the person taking the picture.
Chuck Palahniuk (Rant)
All the light of the day, fleeing the earth, seemed for one brief moment to take refuge in the sky; pink clouds spiralled round the full moon that was as green as pistachio sorbet and as clear as glass; it was reflected in the lake.
Irène Némirovsky (Suite Française)
Deep within everyone's heart there always remains a sense of longing for that hour, that summer, that one brief moment of blossoming. For several weeks or months, rarely longer, a beautiful young woman lives outside ordinary life. She is intoxicated. She feels as if she exists beyond time, beyond its laws; she experiences not the monotonous succession of days passing by, but moments of intense, almost desperate happiness.
Irène Némirovsky (Jezebel)
On the bed, Eugenides stirred restlessly. "Upset at the sight of blood?" he said. "Not my wife, Ornon." "Your blood," the ambassador pointed out. Eugenides glanced at the hook on his arm and conceded the point. "Yes," he said. He seemed lost in memory. The room was quiet.
Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia (The Queen's Thief, #3))
I have spent most of my life preferring books to people,’ Irene said sharply. ‘Just because I like a few specific people doesn’t change anything.
Genevieve Cogman (The Burning Page (The Invisible Library, #3))
Are you afraid?" Volker questioned while sitting at the table and getting comfortable. "No. But I have incredible luck with dice and I am ruthless. You will lose, gentlemen. I will destroy your lands, take your women, ravish your men, and make your children my slave labor. I will own every castle, house, and farm that is within my reach. I won't be satisfied until I own all of it and you. I will destroy you all, gentlemen, and, to be quite blunt, I don't think you can handle it." Van covered his mouth to keep from laughing out loud and he didn't dare look at his sister. Verner stepped back, motioning to the table. "Now I must insist." "As you wish." Irene sighed and stood. She glanced at Van and gave him a quick wink before turning back to his uncle. "I do hope you're a 'sobber,' Mr. Van Holtz. Nothing I love more than the lamenting of the men I annihilate." "I can't believe you made him cry." "I did not. He just teared up a little." "Yeah. I think it was when you told him, 'I now control your ports and own your manhood.'" "His wife laughed.
Shelly Laurenston (When He Was Bad (Magnus Pack, #3.5; Pride, #0.75; Smith's Shifter World, #3.5))
The queen!" someone shouted in alarm, and the King erupted like a wild animal caught in a snare.
Megan Whalen Turner (The King of Attolia (The Queen's Thief, #3))
Irene made a private mental resolution that if she ever became a queen, her throne would incorporate a cushion. Also a convenient bookcase.
Genevieve Cogman (The Lost Plot (The Invisible Library, #4))
But what is certain is that in five, ten or twenty years, this problem unique to our time, according to him, will no longer exist, it will be replaced by others...Yet this music, the sound of this rain on the windows, the great mournful creaking of the cedar tree in the garden outside, this moment, so tender, so strange in the middle of war, this will never change, not this, this is forever.
Irène Némirovsky (Suite Francaise)
I love threats. They make great quotes. Is that recorder working, Irene?
Jayne Ann Krentz (All Night Long)
Enemies are people who's story you haven't heard, or who's face you haven't seen.
Irene Butter
We have to report this." Kai sighed deeply in relief. "I was afraid you were going to say that we had to investigate it ourselves." "Don't be ridiculous," Irene said briskly. "We may collect fiction, but we are not required to imitate the stupider parts of it.
Genevieve Cogman (The Invisible Library (The Invisible Library, #1))
There are things you do sometimes, actions that you take by obeying sudden impulses, without stopping for even a fraction of a second to think, and then you spend the rest of your life either lamenting it or thanking yourself for it. They are rare, unique, and perfect moments.
Irene González Frei
When you're twenty, love is like a fever, it makes you almost delirious. When it's over you can hardly remember how it happened...Fire in the blood, how quickly it burns itself out.
Irène Némirovsky
Paris had its sweetest smell, the smell of chestnut trees in bloom and of petrol with a few grains of dust that crack under your teeth like pepper. In the darknes the danger seemed to grow. You could smell the suffering in the air, in the silence. Everyone looked at their house and thought, "Tomorrow it will be in ruins, tomorrow I'l have nothing left.
Irène Némirovsky (Suite Française)
I absolutely could create a lightsaber." "You could not create a lightsaber." "I could too. It's all a science." "I thought being a Jedi was mystical?" Irene snorted. "Mystical, my butt. It's all about science.
Shelly Laurenston (When He Was Bad (Magnus Pack, #3.5; Pride, #0.75; Smith's Shifter World, #3.5))
Beautiful hours move so quickly.
Irene Hunt (Up a Road Slowly)
I had sparkle that morning, sparkle that originated somewhere deep inside me and spread outward to my cheeks and eyes, even it seemed, to the gleam of my hair.
Irene Hunt (Up a Road Slowly)
It happens the world over - we love ourselves more than we do the one we say we love. We all want to be Number One, we've got to be Number One or nothing! We can't see that we could make ourselves loved and needed in the Number Two, or Three, or Four spot. No sir, we've got to be Number One, and if we can't make it, we'll rip and tear at the loved one till we've ruined every smidgin of love that was ever there.
Irene Hunt (Up a Road Slowly)
How?' Irene enquired. She'd decided a while back that Socratic reasoning was a good idea, because (a) it got students thinking for them selves, (b) sometimes they came up with ideas she hadn't thought of, and (c) it gave her more time to think while they were trying to find answers.
Genevieve Cogman (The Invisible Library (The Invisible Library, #1))
And Irene hadn’t broken the letter of any ordinances – she hoped. She’d just jumped up and down on the spirit of them, then taken them down a dark alley and made some pointed suggestions at knife-point.
Genevieve Cogman (The Masked City (The Invisible Library, #2))
Doubts can lead to deeper faith by forcing us to look more closely at what we believe. And why.
Irene Hannon (An Eye for an Eye (Heroes of Quantico, #2))
That's all nonsense," said Curdie. "I don't know what you mean." "Then if you don't know what I mean, what right have you to call it nonsense?
George MacDonald (The Princess and the Goblin (Princess Irene and Curdie, #1))
If we were stopped and questioned, I always smiled at the officers, and they always smiled back. In my heart, I was seeing them dead. But on my face, I was an open invitation. If you are only a girl, this is how you destroy your enemies.
Irene Gut Opdyke (In My Hands: Memories of a Holocaust Rescuer)
After all, the three of us were young. It wasn’t just about the pleasure of the flesh. No, it wasn’t that simple. The flesh is easy to satisfy. It’s the heart that is insatiable, the heart that needs to love, to despair, to burn with any kind of fire…That was what we wanted. To burn, to be consumed, to devour our days just as fire devours the forest.
Irène Némirovsky (Fire in the Blood)
"Then what do you see?" asked Irene, who perceived at once that for her not to believe him was at least as bad as for him not to believe her.
George MacDonald (The Princess and the Goblin (Princess Irene and Curdie, #1))
To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex…there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.
Arthur Conan Doyle (A Scandal in Bohemia (The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, #1))
The boy should enclose and keep, as his life, the old child at the heart of him, and never let it go. He must still, to be a right man, be his mother's darling, and more, his father's pride, and more. The child is not meant to die, but to be forever fresh born.
George MacDonald (The Princess and Curdie (Princess Irene and Curdie, #2))
Women in London must have learned not to breathe,
Irene Trimble (Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (The Junior Novelization))
Remember, then, that whoever does not mean good is always in danger of harm. But I try to give everybody fair play, and those that are in the wrong are in far more need of it always than those who are in the right: they can afford to do without it.
George MacDonald (The Princess and Curdie (Princess Irene and Curdie, #2))
Le hasard, c'est peut-être le pseudonyme de Dieu quand il ne veut pas signer.
Théophile Gautier (The Cross of Berny or Irene's Lovers)
Irene closed her book and stared at the older Van Holtz. “I don’t dislike him. But that was recent. I used to not like him but he’s been very kind since I’ve been here. So now I like him. I’d almost say we are friendly…but perhaps that’s too big a leap at this stage.” He gave a soft laugh. “I see. Are you always this…uh…” “Brutally honest?” “I was going to say direct, but brutally honest works as well.” “Yes. I am. And I know—it’s a character flaw.” “Not at all. I love honest people.” “Everyone says that…until I say something they don’t like. Then I’m a bitch.
Shelly Laurenston (When He Was Bad (Magnus Pack, #3.5; Pride, #0.75; Smith's Shifter World, #3.5))
Jack linked her arm with Irene’s. “Good. You deserve to be happy, sweetie. Now what about his Pack?” “They look frightened and I have absolutely no idea why. I’m nothing but appropriately pleasant.” “Price you pay as the new Alpha Female.” “I understand all that, but running from the room every time I walk in seems a tad harsh, wouldn’t you say?” “You do have a point.
Shelly Laurenston (When He Was Bad (Magnus Pack, #3.5; Pride, #0.75; Smith's Shifter World, #3.5))
The abnormally large female cut the sandwich into four pieces and gave one to each before taking one for herself. They all took a bite and she grinned at their appreciative groans. “See?” she said around a mouthful of peanut butter and jelly. “Isn’t that good?” “And so decadent,” Berg sighed. “I feel like I’m eating evil. Pure, unadulterated evil.” “But good evil,” Finn added. “The finest evil ever.” “Come!” Carl, the unabashed history fan and future historical “re-creator” of the lot—an activity Irene had always thought was an incredible waste of time for any human being with a brain—cried out,“Let us tell the others of this glory and what we have learned here today from the enemy She-wolf!” “Huzzah!” they all cheered and ran out the kitchen back door.
Shelly Laurenston (Big Bad Beast (Pride, #6))
You do things just to irritate me, don’t you?” Smiling, enjoying himself immensely, and determined to give her a wonderful and relaxing weekend, Van pushed Irene’s wet hair from her face. “Don’t be silly, doc.” He kissed her lips, nuzzled her chin. “Of course I do things just to irritate you.
Shelly Laurenston (When He Was Bad (Magnus Pack, #3.5; Pride, #0.75; Smith's Shifter World, #3.5))
Alcoholism or addiction is a disease because it fits the definition of disease. It is progressive and chronic, and left untreated, it will kill.
Irene Tomkinson (Not Like My Mother: Becoming a Sane Parent After Growing Up in a Crazy Family)
In my fantasies, I was always caught up in heroic struggles, and I saw myself saving lives, sacrificing myself for others. I had far loftier ambitions than mere romance.
Irene Gut Opdyke (In My Hands: Memories of a Holocaust Rescuer)
To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex.
Arthur Conan Doyle
And when she’s alone again, as truly alone in the world as she’s always felt herself to be, she looks at herself in a bamboo-framed mirror. Beautiful face, aglow with the taste of carnal pleasure, disdainful and avid … and above all an indefinable look in which can be sensed unspecified danger, sensuality triumphant and a sort of intoxicating vulgarity. She likes what she sees … around her drifts a great brunette fragrance, scent of happy brunette, in which the idea of others dissolves.
Louis Aragon (Irene's Cunt)
These two sections [of Irene Nemirovsky's Suite Francaise], plus some of the author's notes, are all we have -- this in itself is a tragedy and waste of war. Had this novel been finished we would be hailing it as one of the supreme works of literature. As it stands, it is like a great cathedral gutted by a bomb. The ruined shell still soars to heaven, a reminder of the human spirit triumphing despite human destructiveness.
Irène Némirovsky (Suite Française)
Apparently Lord Wyndham did regularly donate books to various museums around London. They were usually ones which he had collected earlier, but which were no longer of interest to him or his associates. Irene twitched at the very notion. Give books away? How very frivolous, she finally said.
Genevieve Cogman
We mustn’t give trouble a shape before it throws its shadow.
Irene Hunt (Across Five Aprils)
Most friendships are bound to a specific time, place or season. Some women characterize these relationships as having expiration dates or shelf lives, because friendships tend to run their natural course.
Irene S. Levine
But in the meantime, you must be content, I say, to be misunderstood for a while. We are all very anxious to be understood, and it is very hard not to be. But there is one thing much more necessary." "What is that, grandmother?" "To understand other people.
George MacDonald (The Princess and the Goblin (Princess Irene and Curdie, #1))
Just because everything is different doesn't mean anything has changed.
Irene Peter
The sun was shining with the kind of brilliant, silvery light you sometimes find in the middle of a truly beautiful day; an almost imperceptible iridescent mist hovered in the air and all the fresh colours of June were intensified, looked richer and softer, as if reflected through a prism.
Irène Némirovsky
Of course, to be a mother and a housewife is a vocation of a very high kind. But I simply felt that it was not the whole of my vocation. I knew that I also wanted a career. A phrase that Irene Ward, MP for Tynemouth, and I often used was that ‘while the home must always be the centre of one’s life, it should not be the boundary of one’s ambitions’.
Margaret Thatcher (The Path to Power)
Every day now, I found a chance to slip outside and leave food under the fence. I knew it was a drop in the ocean, but I could not do nothing.
Irene Gut Opdyke (In My Hands: Memories of a Holocaust Rescuer)
Clearly, animals know more than we think, and think a great deal more than we know.
Irene M. Pepperberg (Alex & Me: How a Scientist and a Parrot Discovered a Hidden World of Animal Intelligence—and Formed a Deep Bond in the Process)
Nothing is work when it's done with love.
Irene Hannon (One Perfect Spring)
I'm Galileo in prison. I'm a supercomputer in a junkyard. I'm being wasted, Irene. This town is killing me by inches, turning my mind to mush.
Eva Morgan (Locked (Locked, #1))
There’s no way to be sure,” Irene said. “The biggest threat is giving up hope. If he decides there’s no chance to survive, he’ll stop trying.
Andy Weir (The Martian)
I found lines that mirrored an ache and longing I had so often felt when the beauty around my woods cathedral was too intense, when the need to grasp and keep loveliness left me with a sense of desolate frustration.
Irene Hunt (Up a Road Slowly)
Is ignoring me supposed to endear you to me somehow?” “No. That’s the job of my thighs and my get-lost-in-them-forever dreamy eyes.” He leaned in even closer and blinked his eyes several times. “Mesmerizing, aren’t they?” Irene couldn’t hold it back anymore. It flooded out of her and she couldn’t stop it. Even when everyone turned and stared at her, including Jackie and Paul, she couldn’t stop. And she tried. Because laughing this much really would only exacerbate his ego even more.
Shelly Laurenston (When He Was Bad (Magnus Pack, #3.5; Pride, #0.75; Smith's Shifter World, #3.5))
This thing of Beauty is a Guilt forever.
Irène Némirovsky (Suite Française)
Irene sighed and rolled her eyes. “Just give her the flowers so we can be gone.” She glanced at Van. “I grow tired of the company.” Paul walked away and Van leaned against the wall, staring down Irene’s cleavage. “You know, Irene,” he said low, so only she could hear, “when you’re mean to me like that…” “Yes?” “It makes me so horny.
Shelly Laurenston (When He Was Bad (Magnus Pack, #3.5; Pride, #0.75; Smith's Shifter World, #3.5))
...I wondered why so much had been written about love's pain and so little about the glorious relief of being delivered from love's pain.
Irene Hunt (Up a Road Slowly)
...she cried because prejudice outlives passion and because she was sentimentally patriotic.
Irène Némirovsky
I never wanted to play sensational parts, or those of desirable women. I wanted to play me... the independent fighter...".
Irene Papas
Then what is the purpose of the Library?" Vale asked. "To save books," Irene said firmly.
Genevieve Cogman (The Invisible Library (The Invisible Library, #1))
Memories of the past would return to us more often if only we sought them out, sought their intense sweetness. But we let them slumber within us, and worse, we let them die, rot, so much so that the generous impulses that sweep through our souls when we are twenty we later call naive, foolish…Our purest, most passionate loves take on the depraved appearance of sordid pleasure.
Irène Némirovsky (Fire in the Blood)
Buster was Rant was Buddy. Chester was Chet was Dad. Irene was Mom was Reen. How folks lay claim to their loved ones is they give you a name of their own. They figure to label you as their property.
Chuck Palahniuk (Rant)
It was still mild when they walked home from the party, and Irene looked up at the spring stars. "How far that little candle throws its beams," she exclaimed. "So shines a good dead in a naughty world.
John Cheever (The Stories of John Cheever)
Waiting is erotic.
Irène Némirovsky (Suite Française)
Seeing is not believing—it is only seeing.
George MacDonald (The Princess and the Goblin (Princess Irene and Curdie, #1))
but that is the way fear serves us: it always sides with the thing we are afraid of.
George MacDonald (The Princess and the Goblin (Princess Irene and Curdie, #1))
But it was little to Curdie that men who did not know what he was about should not approve of his proceedings.
George MacDonald (The Princess and Curdie (Princess Irene and Curdie, #2))
I was especially perceptive to all things beautiful that morning—raspberries in blue china bowls were enough to make the heart sing.
Irene Hunt (Up a Road Slowly)
Me pregunto que hubiera hecho Irene sin el tejido. Uno puede releer un libro, pero cuando un pullover está terminado no se puede repetirlo sin escándalo.
Julio Cortázar (Bestiario)
Life is seldom about the destination, Sherlock,” smiled Irene. “It’s about the journey.
Melvyn Small (Holmes: Volume 1)
And that was how a great scandal threatened to affect the kingdom of Bohemia, and how the best plans of Mr. Sherlock Holmes were beaten by a woman’s wit. He used to make merry over the cleverness of women, but I have not heard him do it of late. And when he speaks of Irene Adler, or when he refers to her photograph, it is always under the honourable title of the woman.
Arthur Conan Doyle (A Scandal in Bohemia (The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, #1))
Friendships unfold gradually as women share intimacies with one another- this takes time. You need to be willing to let your friends know the real you, but you don't want to spill your guts out the first time you're out to lunch.
Irene S. Levine
Mothers got a hard road to travel, believe me.
John Kennedy Toole (A Confederacy of Dunces)
One never stops climbing, Julie, unless he wants to stop and vegetate. There’s always something just ahead.
Irene Hunt (Up a Road Slowly)
All right, Irene thought, I have officially met someone who makes even more reckless plans than I do. ‘This could indeed be the beginning of a beautiful friendship,’ she agreed, and she couldn’t help smiling.
Genevieve Cogman (The Masked City (The Invisible Library, #2))
A mountain is a strange and awful thing. In old times, without knowing so much of their strangeness and awfulness as we do, people were yet more afraid of mountains. But then somehow they had not come to see how beautiful they are as well as awful, and they hated them--and what people hate they must fear. Now that we have learned to look at them with admiration, perhaps we do not feel quite awe enough of them. To me they are beautiful terrors.
George MacDonald (The Princess and Curdie (Princess Irene and Curdie, #2))
And then suddenly Danny's arms were around me, and his lips were on mine, and the crazy windshield wipers commenced singing our names together.
Irene Hunt (Up a Road Slowly)
Una vita senza VIZIO è come un libro senza inizio
Irene Cao
Our prayers should be for blessings in general, for God knows best what is good for us.'" Moira smiled as she quoted the ancient sage, then shrugged. "It made sense to me. After that, I started laying my problems and needs before God and asking for grace and guidance and whatever other virtues he thought I needed.
Irene Hannon (Vanished (Private Justice, #1))
Be careful,' Irene warned Miri. 'All boys want the same thing.' So do girls, Miri thought.
Judy Blume (In the Unlikely Event)
As for coincidences—I like that old saying about them being small miracles in which God chooses to remain anonymous.
Irene Hannon (Deceived (Private Justice, #3))
Irene gasped. "Have you taken leave of your senses, Stuart?" she hissed. "Have you?" Stuart closed his eyes. "No," he said. "Au contraire." It was strong language for the Edinburgh New Town, but he had to say it. "Don't au contraire me," said Irene. But it was too late. He had.
Alexander McCall Smith (Sunshine on Scotland Street (44 Scotland Street, #8))
Intriguing." He sits back down. "I should do a study on the mass conditioning of people to harmonize with the birthday song. Essentially, it's brainwashing. Irene, do you think - Irene?" "I am going to kill you," I hiss. "But that would ruin your birthday." He smirks. "Really? Because I think it would make my birthday.
Eva Morgan (Locked (Locked, #1))
I’ll wait until we’re both older,” the kid went on, “and then I’ll nail her.”Van hit the brakes. “What?”“Like you and Aunt Irene.”Panic beginning to set in, Van asked again, “What?”“That’s what you told her last night when I was scrubbing the pots from dinner. You were going to nail her. Then you laughed.”Oh, shit. “Uh, Ric . . .”“And so I’ll just wait until my future mate and I are older and then I’ll nail her. Or we’ll nail each other. That sounds like more fun. Nailing each other.”“Listen, Ulrich—”“What is that, anyway? Nailing? The way Aunt Irene smiled when you said it; I’m guessing its fun, right?
Shelly Laurenston (Big Bad Beast (Pride, #6))
Could you not give me some sign, or tell me something about you that never changes, or some other way to know you, or thing to know you by?" — "No, Curdie: that would be to keep you from knowing me. You must know me in quite another way from that. It would not be the least use to you or me either if I were to make you know me in that way. It would be but to know the sign of me — not to know me myself.
George MacDonald (The Princess and Curdie (Princess Irene and Curdie, #2))
Tommy cocooned me in his arms. The same arms that struck out to protect me, the arms that saved me. “In my life, I have never known, nor will I ever know, someone as strong and courageous as you, Elizabeth Irene Bradshaw,” Tommy whispers against my temple. I have no words, so I nod my head against his chest, hoping he understands my acceptance of his praise. “You honour me with your trust, baby girl. I am so very proud of you.
Maggi Myers (The Final Piece)
She watched as it grew before her eyes. Then it hit her, he hadn't been erect in the first place. Well exactly how big did that thing get anyway? Was that normal, even by shifter standards? And why did she suddenly care? "Uh...doc?" Horrified but not willing to show it, Irene looked into Van Holtz's face. And yes, the smirk was decidedly worse now. "Looking for anything in particular there?" "No," she answered honestly, "just fascinated by the size. It seems inordinately large.
Shelly Laurenston (When He Was Bad (Magnus Pack, #3.5; Pride, #0.75; Smith's Shifter World, #3.5))
Irene didn’t dignify his question with an answer. Besides, he’d learn better. A Librarian’s mission to seek out books for the Library developed, after a few years, into an urge to find out everything that was going on around one. It wasn’t even a personal curiosity. It was a simple, impersonal, uncontrollable need to know. One came to terms with it. She lifted off the Canopic jar’s stylized jackal-head lid. ‘There’s something in here,’ she reported.
Genevieve Cogman (The Invisible Library (The Invisible Library, #1))
My mothering needed a tad more Mother Theresa and a lot less Lizzy Borden.
Irene Tomkinson (Not Like My Mother: Becoming a Sane Parent After Growing Up in a Crazy Family)
On such a night,’ I thought, ‘were ill and good, Bright and unlovely; precious, tawdry, All mingled into one And pressed against my heart.
Irene Hunt (Up a Road Slowly)
Faith is a funny thing. It’s easy to believe while life is rolling merrily along. But in times of trial, it’s tempting to turn away from God. Yet that’s when we need him the most.
Irene Hannon (Fatal Judgment (Guardians of Justice, #1))
People must believe what they can, and those who believe more must not be hard upon those who believe less. I doubt if you would have believed it all yourself if you hadn't seen some of it.
George MacDonald (The Princess and the Goblin (Princess Irene and Curdie, #1))
Then the great old, young, beautiful princess turned to Curdie. 'Now, Curdie, are you ready?' she said. 'Yes ma'am,' answered Curdie. 'You do not know what for.' 'You do, ma'am. That is enough.
George MacDonald (The Princess and Curdie (Princess Irene and Curdie, #2))
I was doing the wrong of never wanting or trying to better. And now I see that I have been letting things go as the would for a long time. Whatever came into my head I did and whatever didn’t come into my head I didn’t do.
George MacDonald (The Princess and Curdie (Princess Irene and Curdie, #2))
Grief was dagger-shaped and sharp and pointed inward. It was made of fresh loss and old sorrow. Rendered and forged and sometimes polished. Irene Finney had taken her daughter’s death and to that sorrow she’d added a long life of entitlement and disappointment, of privilege and pride. And the dagger she’d fashioned was taking a brief break from slashing her insides, and was now pointed outward.
Louise Penny (A Rule Against Murder (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #4))
Sherlock: You’re exaggerating. It didn’t happen that often. (in relation to Irene Adler’s texts) John: 57 times in the run up to Christmas. Your pocket was moaning more than Mrs Hudson. Sherlock: Thank you for that mental image.
Guy Adams (Sherlock: The Casebook)
An angry woman is a bitch. An angry man is strong, whereas, a sad man or a fearful man is a wimp. A sad or fearful woman is frail.
Irene Tomkinson (Not Like My Mother: Becoming a Sane Parent After Growing Up in a Crazy Family)
We are all very anxious to be understood, and it is very hard not to be. But there is one thing much more necessary.' 'What is that, grandmother?' 'To understand other people.
George MacDonald (The Princess and the Goblin (Princess Irene and Curdie, #1))
It wasn't only our country they occupied," Irene explained to Amir Shah. "They occupied our minds.
Sorayya Khan (Five Queen's Road)
It was the most brilliant exhibition of conversational weightlifting that Irene had ever seen.
Nella Larsen (Passing)
Now, tell me, Ray, why is it that a thing’s always in the last place you look?” “The malice of inanimate objects,” Irene answered.
Genevieve Cogman (The Burning Page (The Invisible Library, #3))
Irene Finney filled the void with a child not loved then lost, but first lost, then loved.
Louise Penny (A Rule Against Murder (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #4))
Irene said, “I figure God created Margaret Sanger, too.
Anita Diamant (The Boston Girl)
Women with low self-esteem or those who are depressed, however, tend to focus exclusively on their shortcomings and are bitter about what they perceive as the advantages or good fortune of others. Taken to an extreme, such an individual tends to be self-involved, hostile, and cutting. It's natural to feel envy occasionally, but if this is a persistent pattern, it can signal a toxic friendship.
Irene S. Levine (Best Friends Forever: Surviving a Breakup with Your Best Friend)
You’re looking for sexual tidbits as a female child, and the only ones that present themselves depict child rape or other violations (all my favorite books in my preteen years: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Clan of the Cave Bear, The World According to Garp, as well as the few R-rated movies I was allowed to see—Fame, most notably, with its indelible scene of Irene Cara being asked to take her shirt off and suck her thumb by a skeezy photographer who promises to make her a star), then your sexuality will form around that fact. There is no control group. I don’t even want to talk about “female sexuality” until there is a control group. And there never will be.
Maggie Nelson (The Argonauts)
Bohemya Krallığı'nı tehdit eden büyük bir skandalın ve Sherlock Holmes'un bir kadının zekasına yenilmesinin hikayesiydi bu. O günden beri bir daha kadınların zekasıyla ilgili espriler yaptığını duymadım. Ayrıca Irene Adler'den veya fotoğrafından her zaman övgüyle söz etti.
Arthur Conan Doyle (A Scandal in Bohemia (The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, #1))
I think they have to show their worst selves sometimes in order to be sure that even at their worst they are loved. Irene knows how frightened he is." The King didn't sound frightened. "Any minute," said Eddis, "he will realise--" As if her words were magic, silence fell in the tent and Eddis finished in a whisper. "How frightened she is.
Megan Whalen Turner (Return of the Thief (The Queen's Thief, #6))
When you ate her tuna casserole, you didn’t talk or flip through a National Geographic. Your eyes and ears stayed inside your mouth. Your whole world kept inside your mouth, feeling and careful for the little balled-up tinfoils Irene Casey would hide in the tuna parts. A side effect of eating slow was, you naturally, genuinely tasted, and the food tasted better. Could be other ladies were better cooks, but you’d never notice.
Chuck Palahniuk (Rant)
You must have control of the authorship of your own destiny. The pen that writes your life story must be held in your own hand. ~
Irene C. Kassorla
It's never too late to change, it's never too late to heal.
Irene Watson
Коли блазні вдають із себе розумнків, а розумники - блазнів, кому нести істину?
Irene Rozdobudko (Якби)
Preferimos ignorar que el progreso y la belleza incluyen dolor y violencia. En consonancia con esa extraña contradicción humana, muchos de esos libros han servido para difundir por el mundo torrentes de palabras sabias sobre el amor, la bondad y la compasión.
Irene Vallejo (El infinito en un junco)
I don’t know if anyone ever “wins” a war, Jeth.
Irene Hunt (Across Five Aprils)
But in the meantime you must be content, I say, to be misunderstood for a while. We are all very anxious to be understood, and it is very hard not to be.
George MacDonald (The Princess and the Goblin (Princess Irene and Curdie, #1))
Ми, люди. А наше улюблене слово «якби»
Irene Rozdobudko (Якби)
Winning is nothing unless the opponent is worthy
Carole Nelson Douglas (Good Morning, Irene (Irene Adler, #2))
I know, not what you were expecting am I? Everybody says that. Including my own family.
Rachel Caine (Fall of Night (The Morganville Vampires, #14))
Love makes all safe.
George MacDonald (The Princess and Curdie (Princess Irene and Curdie, #2))
If the Internet has given us anything, it's some idea of how much psychosis goes undiagnosed.
Jan Burke (Disturbance (Irene Kelly, #11))
Some people feel more deeply than others. And I don’t consider that a liability. In fact, those people tend to be even stronger. They have to be in order to survive.
Irene Hannon (Deceived (Private Justice, #3))
It’s never trouble to do things for people you love.
Irene Hannon (One Perfect Spring)
Brainy is the new sexy.
Irene Adler
La pasión del coleccionista de libros se parece a la del viajero. Toda biblioteca es un viaje; todo libro es un pasaporte sin caducidad
Irene Vallejo (El infinito en un junco)
Irene Penrod - Mrs. Nelson’s next-door neighbor. The last person known
Steve Demaree (52 Steps To Murder (Lt. Dekker Mystery #1))
The trouble with Irene is that she has a valise instead of a cunt. She wants fat letters to shove in her valise.
Henry Miller (Tropic of Cancer (Tropic, #2))
That was the way it was that beautiful evening of cold November rain and muddy country roads and crazy windshield wipers. That was the moment of my greatest security and confidence; it was the time when I realized that love makes one a better person, a kinder gentler one.
Irene Hunt (Up a Road Slowly)
She made it plain that her fondest wish was to have a grandbaby. Whenever fat Irene would pick up the baby, which was not too often, Mrs. Hoge would declare, "Irene, you don't know how becoming that looks." As if someone ought to have a kid because it looked good on them.
Barbara Kingsolver (The Bean Trees (Greer Family, #1))
He raised himself on his hands and looked at Irene's face: the nudity of that feminine body had risen into her face, the body had reabsorbed it, as nature reabsorbs forsaken gardens.
Jean-Paul Sartre (The Reprieve)
There is this difference between the growth of some human beings and that of others:in the one case it is a continuous dying, in the other a continuous resurrection. One of the latter sort comes at length to know at once whether a thing is true the moment it comes before him; one of the former class grows more and more afraid of being taken in, so afraid that he takes himself in altogether, and comes at length to believe in nothing but his dinner: to be sure of a thing is to have it between his teeth.
George MacDonald (The Princess and Curdie (Princess Irene and Curdie, #2))
Ler é um ritual que implica gestos, posições, objetos, espaços, materiais, movimentos, modulações de luz. Para imaginarmos como liam os nossos antepassados, precisamos de conhecer, em cada época, essa rede de circunstâncias que rodeiam o íntimo cerimonial de entrar num livro.
Irene Vallejo (El Infinito En Un Junco)
The soldier of Christ is obligated to fight against sin and error. His battle against the Antichrist is prompted by his loved for Christ, and for the salvation of souls. He fights this battle for the salvation of those who have gone astray. His attitude is one of true love. But those who flee from the inevitable battle, and treat irenically those who have gone astray, obfuscating their error and playing down their revolt against God, are, fundamentally, victims of egoism and complacency.
Dietrich von Hildebrand
What the hell was that?” one of them asked. “Jackal,” Irene stated quietly while watching city streets turn to suburb. They weren’t taking her to a main airport but a small airstrip. One built exclusively for private planes. “Did she just call us jackals?” one of them joked. Irene grinned which wiped the smile off the man’s face. “No. I said the howl you heard was jackal.” She looked at Jenny. “They’ll be coming for you.” Jenny glanced at the men and back at her. She looked terribly concerned she had a lunatic in the car with her. “The jackals will be coming for me?” “No. The wolves.” Jenny sighed. “Why oh why do I always get the nutcases?” “Oh!” Irene pointed excitedly. “See that spot up there?” “What about it?” “That’s where it all started. Where I crossed the Rubicon.” Exasperated, Jenny snarled, “What the fuck are you talking about?” “It’s feeding time,” Irene whispered. “That’s it.” Jenny threw up her hands. “We’re so medicating her.
Shelly Laurenston (When He Was Bad (Magnus Pack, #3.5; Pride, #0.75; Smith's Shifter World, #3.5))
«Ja me n'adono, de les trampres que em fa la memòria. Dels paranys que em para el cap, que em pensa només les coses bones, que tria les pomes boniques de la safata, i llença, com peladures, com castanyes bordes, les coses dolentes, com si no haguessin sigut. I no sé jo què fa patir més: si pensar només els records bons i deixar fer a l'enyor, tan punxegut, i a la frisança aquesta que mai s'assedega, i que emborratxa l'anima. O si banyar-me als rierols de pensament que em porten cap als records tristos, dolents i tèrbols, i m'ennuegen el cor i em deixen encara més òrfena de pensar que el meu home no era pas l'àngel que jo corono»
Irene Solà (Canto jo i la muntanya balla)
More than any expert Irene had met, Mr. Simms mastered the intricacies of dealing in art. He understood an object's worth, not solely its dollar value but how that value could be manipulated into emotional currency.
Kim Fay (The Map of Lost Memories)
The little office, scarcely large enough to contain Dr. Irene’s desk at one end and the couch at the other, held a world of memories for Lily. Here, fifty minutes at a time, two or three times a week, she’d spilled out her hopes and fears, her childhood nightmares and adolescent insecurities – in a sense, she’d grown up in this room.
Jonathan Nasaw (When She Was Bad)
Feminist psychologists have suggested that a toxic friendship is often one in which a women's own personal growth and individuation is sacrificed at the expense of the demands of the other person. Sometimes choosing oneself rather than the friendship is important for future personal growth and individuation. But women have a difficult time separating from each other because emotional connection is so highly valued and broken friendships are seen as failures.
Irene S. Levine (Best Friends Forever: Surviving a Breakup with Your Best Friend)
From my window I watched the full moon—a moon that reminded me of Brett—become shadowed, little by little until there was only a deep blackness in the woods at night. I would sit there wakeful, hour after hour, and wonder if this aching around my heart, this sense of being alone, forlorn and unwanted in a world where there was gayety and love for others of my age, was going to continue for all of my days.
Irene Hunt (Up a Road Slowly)
We teach what we need to learn. And we teach it until we get it.
Irene Tomkinson (Not Like My Mother: Becoming a Sane Parent After Growing Up in a Crazy Family)
I have learned that a man can leave his home and the things that matter - that going does not have to mean gone.
Irene Wanner
As that great philosopher, Mary Poppins, once said, 'A spoonful of sugar makes the feminism go down.
Irene Ziegler
Accept the fact that this is a man’s world and learn how to play the game gracefully, my sweet.
Irene Hunt (Up a Road Slowly)
That is the way fear serves us. It always sides with the thing we are afraid of.
George MacDonald (The Princess and the Goblin (Princess Irene and Curdie, #1))
Don't read it. Just shred and burn, or your eyes will melt.
Rachel Caine (Fall of Night (The Morganville Vampires, #14))
Believe in yourself and have faith in GOD"!
Irene McCullum-Hines
There are two of you- one who wants to write and one who doesn't. The one who wants to write better keep tricking the one who doesn't.
María Irene Fornés
He had come to think that so long as a man wants to do right he may go where he can: when he can go no further, then it is not the way.
George MacDonald (The Princess and Curdie (Princess Irene and Curdie, #2))
That was before I had my coffee. I’m not responsible for any information delivered pre-caffeine.
Irene Hannon (Buried Secrets (Men of Valor #1))
A wish for a future no longer tainted by the past. A future that held joy, not regret. A future that offered love instead of loneliness.
Irene Hannon (Trapped (Private Justice #2))
One lesson I've learned--worry doesn't change tomorrow, it only robs today of its joy."-Charley
Irene Hannon (Sea Rose Lane (Hope Harbor, #2))
Take what life hands you and get on with it,
Irene Hannon (Deceived (Private Justice, #3))
Ugliness didn't have a zip code. Crime happened everywhere.
Irene Hannon (Dangerous Illusions (Code of Honor, #1))
As she points out, leaving behind the rush-hour commute, corporate politics, and a relentless BlackBerry that never slept was no sacrifice.
Irene Hannon (Against All Odds (Heroes of Quantico, #1))
I’ve learned never to discount possibilities because of the odds—because all things are possible with God.
Irene Hannon (Deceived (Private Justice, #3))
easy for people who aren’t in risky jobs to pass judgment—and come to a lot of wrong conclusions—when someone pulls back.
Irene Hannon (Buried Secrets (Men of Valor #1))
There is poetry among the wildflowers'.
Rachel Irene Stevenson
Che cosa vuoi capire? Non c'è niente da capire, le rispose cercando di calmarla. Ci sono leggi che regolano il mondo e che non sono fatte né per noi né contro di noi. Quando scoppia il temporale, sai che il fulmine è il prodotto di due scariche elettriche opposte, le nuvole non sanno nulla di te. Non puoi prendertela con loro. Inoltre sarebbe ridicolo, non possono capirti.
Irène Némirovsky (Suite Française)
Kostchei looked at her,his eyes liquid ice, and Irene found herself stuttering to a halt and closing her mouth. He had more presence in that glare than some Fae lords she'd faced down. It wasn't psychic powers, as some people would have described them. It was simply alpha teacher, channelled with a side order of extra ice and public humiliation, and it worked far too well.
Genevieve Cogman (The Burning Page (The Invisible Library, #3))
Young People! Do not gloat about your youth, because you have a long and treacherous path to negotiate before you reach the truly lovely part of your life. Your fisrt decades are one long, tiring, demeaning struggle for at least a short turn at the control level. Every day you get savaged by your own wishes. When you finally calm down and accept your lot, you are middle-aged, and happiness most definitely lies more closely ahead, but you still have a few years to go, passing through most arduous longing and regret.
Irene Dische (The Empress of Weehawken)
I should like to remark, for the sake of princes and princesses in general, that it is a low and contemptible thing to refuse to confess a fault, or even an error. If a true princess has done wrong, she is always uneasy until she has had an opportunity of throwing the wrongness away from her by saying: 'I did it; and I wish I had not; and I am sorry for having done it.' So you see there is some ground for supposing that Curdie was not a miner only, but a prince as well. Many such instances have been known in the world's history.
George MacDonald (The Princess and the Goblin (Princess Irene and Curdie, #1))
We did not speak of what we had seen. At the time, to speak of it seemed worse than sacrilege: We had witnessed a thing so terrible that it acquired a dreadful holiness. It was a miracle of evil. It was not possible to say with words what we had witnessed, and so we kept it safely guarded until the time we could bring it out, and show it to others, and say, 'Behold. This is the worst thing man can do'.
Irene Gut Opdyke
When I’m not doing something that comes deeply from me, I get bored. When I get bored I get distracted and when I get distracted, I become depressed. It’s a natural resistance, and it ensures your integrity.
María Irene Fornés
Wherever the family was, these two dogs, both six-year-old shepherd mixes, took up their posts at the central coming-and-going point. Gil called them concierge dogs. And it's true, they were inquisitive and accommodating. But they were not fawning or overly playful. They were watchful and thoughtful. Irene thought they had gravitas. Weighty demeanors. She thought of them as diplomats. She had noticed that when Gil was about to lose his temper one of the dogs always appeared and did something to divert his attention. Sometimes they acted like fools, but it was brilliant acting. Once, when he was furious about a bill for the late fees for a lost video, one of the dogs had walked right up to Gil and lifted his leg over his shoe. Gil was shouting at Florian when the piss splattered down, and she'd felt a sudden jolt of pride in the dog.
Louise Erdrich (Shadow Tag)
Berlatihlah memberinya ruang. Berlatihlah melepaskan orang-orang yang kamu sayangi. Kita bukan pusat dunia. Tidak bisa selamanya memaksa orang-orang itu beredar mengelilingimu, seperti planet mengitari matahari.
Irene Dyah (Love in Marrakech)
There are many times when God’s purpose and plan aren’t clear. I may never know why some bad things happen, but I trust God does. That allows me to accept the bad as well as the good, even when I don’t understand it.
Irene Hannon (Deadly Pursuit (Guardians of Justice, #2))
When on the eve of glory, whilst brooding over the prospects of a bright and happy future, whilst meditating upon the risky right of justice, there we remain, wanderers on the cloudy surface of mental woe, disappointment and danger, inhabitants of the grim sphere of anticipated imagery, partakers of the poisonous dregs of concocted injustice. Yet such is life.
Amanda McKittrick Ros (Irene Iddesleigh)
I had been running as fast as I could for all of my adult life. A person can’t listen effectively while running. A running mother is not able to pick up clues. She is not able to let go of her own agenda long enough to stop and listen.
Irene Tomkinson (Not Like My Mother: Becoming a Sane Parent After Growing Up in a Crazy Family)
that old Mrs. Bishop was lacking in the qualities that make a good mother. And saying it that way makes her sound a good deal better than she really was.
Irene Hunt (Up a Road Slowly)
...життя не має смаку, в чистому вигляді воно - як дистильована вода. Ми самі додаємо у нього солі, перцю чи цукру. Коли життя набуває смаку - серце болить сильніше
Irene Rozdobudko (Пуговица)
My fear of loneliness is like a disease.
Irene Tomkinson (Not Like My Mother: Becoming a Sane Parent After Growing Up in a Crazy Family)
Education equals freedom
Irene DelRosso
We live in a world where your mistakes are usually seen over the right things you have done.
Irene Candungan
Is knowledge power? Is ignorance bliss?
Irène Assiba d'Almeida
I know I found his lips and let him caress me without realizing that I, too, was crying and didn't know why. That dawn, and all the ones that followed in the two weeks I spent with Julian, we made love to one another on the floor, never saying a word. Later, sitting in a cafe or strolling through the streets, I would look into his eyes and know, without any need to question him, that he still loved Penelope. I remember that during those days I learned to hate that seventeen-year-old girl (for Penelope was always seventeen to me) whom I had never met and who now haunted my dreams. I invented excuses for cabling Cabestany to prolong my stay. I no longer cared whether I lost my job or the grey existence I had left behind in Barcelona. I have often asked myself whether my life was so empty when I arrived in Paris that I fell into Julian's arms - like Irene Marceau's girls, who, despite themselves, craved for affection.
Carlos Ruiz Zafón (The Shadow of the Wind (The Cemetery of Forgotten Books, #1))
Vale’s story hung together and made sense, which was more than one could usually expect of events. More than that, Irene had the feeling that she could trust him. She wanted to trust him. (Should that in itself make her suspicious?) And there was nothing that said they had to tell him everything. And this was only a single mission, after all. They could leave this entire alternate behind them, and he’d have no way to follow them. There wouldn’t be any repercussions afterwards. And, well – if he had been Alberich, then they’d already be dead. Just like Dominic Aubrey.
Genevieve Cogman (The Invisible Library (The Invisible Library, #1))
Then Joe said, “I know what it was — split personality — when a man is two people at once.” “Huh?” Danny grunted. “Sure. I saw it on another TV horror show,” said Joe. “There was this good guy, and when the moon was full he turned into a monster—” “Don’t be silly,” Danny said. “The moon isn’t even out now.” “Is that all you watch on TV, Joe?” Irene asked, pursing up her lips. “Horror movies?” “Nope.” Joe shook his head. “I only watch those before going to bed.” “Hmf,” Irene sniffed. “Your parents shouldn’t allow you to watch such things.” “They don’t,” Joe grinned.
Jay Williams (Danny Dunn and the Weather Machine (Danny Dunn, #4))
She’s spending the night here and she’s more than welcome. She just went to bed about an hour ago after watching every move our doctor made.” Without thinking, he carefully tucked the sheet around her body. “I’ll make sure you’re safe, doc. I promise.” “I’m sorry,” she said after several moments. “For what?” Irene shrugged, then grimaced, probably regretting the move, considering the pain it most likely caused. “For always thinking
Shelly Laurenston (When He Was Bad)
Dear Julie: If I didn't feel that there is some good in your story, I wouldn't take the time to write a criticism of it. But there is some good in it, some points that make me feel that if you expend the effort(Look who's talking about expending the effort, I couldn't help thinking) you may well achieve your very worthy ambition. First of all, you have an ear for cadence. Your sentences flow rather smoothly, and the continuity of your paragraphs is quite good. Secondly, your imagery is sharp and clear-cut. I could smell that dank, rat-infested attic and I was more than a little in love with your pretty heroine by the time she emerged from her third paragraph. Furthermore, you occasionally achieve poetic effects which are pleasing. But, my darling niece, your villains have nothing but venom in their souls, and your sympathetic characters are ready to step right off into Paradise without one spot to tarnish their purity. People aren't like that, Julie. Take a look around you. Again, all your colors, your moods, your nusances, are essentially feminine, and it just doesn't ring true to be told that a man is responsible for them. No, Julie, it will be a long time before you speak and think and feel like an anguished old German musician of eighty! And, after all, what do you know about the problems of musical composition, or the life of an impoverised German laborer such as the landlord in his nineteenth-century environment? And how much do you know about sadism and brutality? I must talk to you about any number of points. When you get home from school tomorrow, I shall have some recommendations to make; also some assignments. I am quite excited. It well may be that I have the making of a future writer in my hands. Uncle Haskell
Irene Hunt (Up a Road Slowly)
Тільки людина здатна брехати. У природі брехні не існує. Хіба брешуть дерева, птахи, вода?.. Можна жити бідно, безтямно, дурнувато, легковажно, важко, але при цьому жити чесно - необхідно. Інакше - морок, ніч, смерть... Найстрашніше - втратити віру. Її гублять раз - і назавжди... А потім шукають. І знаходять виправдання собі. Роблять вигляд, що все гаразд, і посміхаються. Але голка в серці залишається. З нею можна якось жити. Але хіба це життя?
Irene Rozdobudko (Пуговица)
To Sherlock Holmes she is always THE woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer—excellent for drawing the veil from men's motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.
Arthur Conan Doyle (The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock Holmes, #3))
To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer—excellent for drawing the veil from men’s motives and actions. But for the trained
Arthur Conan Doyle (The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes)
Irene is a name for a city in the distance, and if you approach, it changes. For those who pass it without entering, the city is one thing; it is another for those who are trapped by it and never leave. There is the city where you arrive for the first time; and there is another city which you leave never to return. Each deserves a different name; perhaps I have already spoken of Irene under other names; perhaps I have spoken only of Irene. — Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino
Italo Calvino (Invisible Cities)
I can’t do it, Caer,” Eref said. “I can’t say goodbye to you, too.” Caer’s smile grew as she came even closer. “I’m going with you,” she whispered, “so you don’t have to say goodbye.” They kissed. Her lips felt soft and cool, and her mouth was unbelievably sweet. Caer’s hand brushed his cheek and brought him closer. He reached up and took her hand in his. He didn’t want to ever let go.
Irene L. Pynn (From Light to Dark)
When I was a boy, playing at the beach, I remember a game I loved, which was an omen of my future life. I would dig a channel with high sides in the sand for the sea to fill. But when the water flooded the path I created for it with such violence that it destroyed everything in its way: my castles made of pebbles, my dikes of sand. It swept away everything, destroying it all, then disappeared, leaving me with a heavy heart, yet not daring to ask for pity, since the sea had only responded to my call. It's the same with love. You call out for it, you plan its course. The wave crashes into your heart, but it's so different from how you imagined it, so bitter and icy.
Irène Némirovsky
Irene and my aunt want from me what Miss Emma wants from Jefferson,' I said. 'I don't know if Miss Emma ever had anybody in her past that she could be proud of. Possibly - maybe not. But she wants that now, and she wants it from him. Irene and my aunt want it from me. Miss Emma knows that the state of Louisiana is about to take his life, but before that happens she wants something to remember him by. Irene and my aunt know that one day I will leave them, but they are not about to let me go without a fight. It's the same thing, the very same thing. Miss Emma needs a memory. Do you want she told me when I sat on the bed? That Reverend Ambrose and I should get along, and together - together - we should try and reach Jefferson. Why not the soul? No, she wants memories, memories of him standing like a man.
Ernest J. Gaines (A Lesson Before Dying)
We had good long talks about my writing in the days that followed. "Write of things you know, Julie; familiar, simple things that you have experienced; things that have touched you deeply." "But nothing's ever happened to me. I've just lived here with Aunt Cordelia and you most of my life, I've gone to school, visited Father--oh, sure, I'm in love with Danny, but that's something we've grown into--very wonderful for us, but not very exciting for the rest of the world. How can a person who has lived as quiet a life as I have find anything to write about?" "Then you do have a problem. If you haven't lived long enough to have felt anything deeply, than you are in the same position I--as many would-be writers are. You've nothing to say. So take up crocheting.
Irene Hunt (Up a Road Slowly)
ایرن ژاکوب: (بیست‌وچهار سالم بود که در زندگیِ دوگانه‌ی ورونیک بازی کردم. هنوز هم فکر می‌کنم یکی از دو فیلمِ مهمی‌ست که بازی کرده‌ام. آن فیلمِ دیگر هم قرمز است که کارگردانش کیشلوفسکی بود وقتی برای اوّلین‌بار دیدمش و درباره‌ی زندگیِ دوگانه‌ی ورونیک حرف زد فکر کردم چرا می‌خواهد این نقشِ سخت را به من بسپرد؟ من که خیلی بازیگرِ مشهوری نبودم برایم توضیح داد که دلیلِ اصلی‌اش چشم‌های من است. گفت جوری نگاه می‌کنم که تماشاگر قانع می‌شود یکی دو ماه گذشت و بعد فیلم‌نامه را برایم فرستاد. یک‌روزه خواندمش. عجیب‌ترین فیلم‌نامه‌ای بود که خوانده بودم. هنوز هم همین‌طور است زنگ زدم و گفتم «من باید شما را ببینم گفت «چی شده؟ گفتم این دختره چرا این‌قدر آدمِ عجیبی‌ست؟ گفت «چی‌کار کرده که عجیب است؟ گفتم «چرا گاهی همه‌چی را از توی آن توپِ پلاستیکی می‌بیند؟ گفت «تا حالا از این توپ‌ها نداشته‌ای؟ معلوم است نداشته‌ای، وگرنه تو هم ترجیح می‌دادی دنیا را از توی این توپ‌ها ببینی گفتم «چرا باید دستش را بکشد روی تنه‌ی درخت؟ که چی؟ گفت «تا حالا دستت را روی بدنه‌ی هیچ درختی نکشیده‌ای؟ معلوم است نکشیده‌ای. درخت آدم را آرام می‌کند. خیلی آرام. آرامشی که در درخت هست توی وجودِ هیچ آدمی پیدا نمی‌شود. همین الان برو پارک و قدیمی‌ترین درختش را پیدا کن و دستت را بکش روی تنه‌اش. کِیف می‌کنی از این کار شاید اگر آن روز این کار را نکرده بودم در صحنه‌ی آخرِ فیلم نمی‌توانستم آن‌جور با آرامش دستم را روی تنه‌ی درخت بگذارم برگردانِ محسن آزرم
Irene Jacob
They [mountains] are portions of the heart of the earth that have escaped from the dungeon down below, and rushed up and out. For the heart of the earth is a great wallowing mass, not of blood, as in the hearts of men and animals, but of glowing hot melted metals and stones. And as our hearts keep us alive, so that great lump of heat keeps the earth alive: it is a huge power of buried sunlight—that is what it is. Now think: out of that caldron, where all the bubbles would be as big as the Alps if it could get room for its boiling, certain bubbles have bubbled out and escaped—up and away, and there they stand in the cool, cold sky—mountains. Think of the change, and you will no more wonder that there should be something awful about the very look of a mountain: from the darkness—for where the light has nothing to shine upon, it is much the same as darkness—from the heat, from the endless tumult of boiling unrest—up, with a sudden heavenward shoot, into the wind, and the cold, and the starshine, and a cloak of snow that lies like ermine above the blue-green mail of the glaciers; and the great sun, their grandfather, up there in the sky; and their little old cold aunt, the moon, that comes wandering about the house at night; and everlasting stillness, except for the wind that turns the rocks and caverns into a roaring organ for the young archangels that are studying how to let out the pent-up praises of their hearts, and the molten music of the streams, rushing ever from the bosoms of the glaciers fresh-born. Think too of the change in their own substance—no longer molten and soft, heaving and glowing, but hard and shining and cold. Think of the creatures scampering over and burrowing in it, and the birds building their nests upon it, and the trees growing out of its sides, like hair to clothe it, and the lovely grass in the valleys, and the gracious flowers even at the very edge of its armour of ice, like the rich embroidery of the garment below, and the rivers galloping down the valleys in a tumult of white and green! And along with all these, think of the terrible precipices down which the traveller may fall and be lost, and the frightful gulfs of blue air cracked in the glaciers, and the dark profound lakes, covered like little arctic oceans with floating lumps of ice. All this outside the mountain! But the inside, who shall tell what lies there? Caverns of awfullest solitude, their walls miles thick, sparkling with ores of gold or silver, copper or iron, tin or mercury, studded perhaps with precious stones—perhaps a brook, with eyeless fish in it, running, running ceaseless, cold and babbling, through banks crusted with carbuncles and golden topazes, or over a gravel of which some of the stones are rubies and emeralds, perhaps diamonds and sapphires—who can tell?—and whoever can't tell is free to think—all waiting to flash, waiting for millions of ages—ever since the earth flew off from the sun, a great blot of fire, and began to cool. Then there are caverns full of water, numbing cold, fiercely hot—hotter than any boiling water. From some of these the water cannot get out, and from others it runs in channels as the blood in the body: little veins bring it down from the ice above into the great caverns of the mountain's heart, whence the arteries let it out again, gushing in pipes and clefts and ducts of all shapes and kinds, through and through its bulk, until it springs newborn to the light, and rushes down the mountain side in torrents, and down the valleys in rivers—down, down, rejoicing, to the mighty lungs of the world, that is the sea, where it is tossed in storms and cyclones, heaved up in billows, twisted in waterspouts, dashed to mist upon rocks, beaten by millions of tails, and breathed by millions of gills, whence at last, melted into vapour by the sun, it is lifted up pure into the air, and borne by the servant winds back to the mountain tops and the snow, the solid ice, and the molten stream.
George MacDonald (The Princess and Curdie (Princess Irene and Curdie, #2))