Km Quotes

While an elderly man in his mid-eighties looks curiously at a porno site, his grandson asks him from afar, “‘What are you reading, grandpa?’” “‘It’s history, my boy.’” “The grandson comes nearer and exclaims, “‘But this is a porno site, grandpa, naked chicks, sex . . . a lot of sex!’” “‘Well, it’s sex for you, my son, but for me it’s history,’ the old man says with a sigh.” All of people in the cabin burst into laughter. “A stale joke, but a cool one,” added William More, the man who just told the joke. The navigator skillfully guided the flying disc among the dense orange-yellow blanket of clouds in the upper atmosphere that they had just entered. Some of the clouds were touched with a brownish hue at the edges. The rest of the pilots gazed curiously and intently outwards while taking their seats. The flying saucer descended slowly, the navigator’s actions exhibiting confidence. He glanced over at the readings on the monitors below the transparent console: Atmosphere: Dense, 370 miles thick, 98.4% nitrogen, 1.4% methane Temperature on the surface: ‒179°C / ‒290°F Density: 1.88 g/cm³ Gravity: 86% of Earth’s Diameter of the cosmic body: 3200 miles / 5150 km.

What is love but friendship set on fire?

Of course I would fall for Captain Emotionally Constipated. I could train a rock to hold more affection for me.

Just because you're in a situation, doesn't mean you have to be that situation. You're not the situation you're in!

Some people need a starfish in the face. It does them good.

People usually don’t deserve it, that’s why it’s called mercy.

young maidens now days get misty eyed thinking about true love and the fathomless adoration you will share. It’s not like that. Real love is looking at someone and knowing that you wouldn’t mind waking up to their bad breath for the next century, and you are fine with them seeing you before you brush your hair and fix your face for the day.

‘I heard a quote once. It might pertain to you. By memory it was by Mr. Johnny Depp. ‘If you are in love with two people, choose the second one; because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn't have fallen for the second’.’ She flicked off the lighter and sat back in her seat.

For you, My Lady, I would slay a dozen sea serpents or, even worse, attend a party.

It is better to taste than to admire, I assure you.

Most authors would be the first to admit the best of their writing is beyond even them. It comes from someplace outside the conscious realm.

I will never back the fuck off where you are concerned. You are my everything and will remain my everything for as long as I walk this earth.” He grabbed my face and kissed me passionately then reluctantly pulled away. “Now, as much as I like to watch you please yourself, quit it. It’s my fucking job to bring you undone and mine alone.

Life was like that. Everyone loved the wrong person who loved someone else or didn’t love at all.

The Resolution is not just the ending of this story, but also the beginning of the story the characters will live in after readers have closed the back cover.

Beauty fades, but the heart remains the same...Physical desire is a lie, Emele continued. It is not a bad thing, but it blinds a person and makes them unable to see truth. Falling in love is a matter of the heart, not of the exterior.

A gentle word, a smile, an act of compassion, these are the things that can turn hate to love,

They’re going to die eventually. We are born to die.

The seasons and the years came and went... and always... one was, as the crow flies, about 2,000 km away - but from where? - and day by day hour by hour, with every beat of the pulse, one lost more and more of one's qualities, became less comprehensible to oneself, increasingly abstract.

A friendship is filled only with as much love as you give.

Thankfully, sleep means you do not have to communicate with the conscious world and those who are in it.

Fear is acceptable, as long as I don't allow it to cripple me...

They already call you their Snow Queen. If you declared yourself the Empress of the Continent, they would ask what you wanted on your coat of arms.

Hunter, you can’t seriously be the Goblin King. You’re not even sixteen yet! I had to give you a ride to the store after school in September when we were getting supplies for Homecoming decorations!

You have the distinct appearance of a woman in need of something warm and furry.

But the wording. He had said, “Your firstborn child will be mine.

Am I being rewarded for walking?” she asked. “Yes,” Severin said. “Like a pet?” “Yes.

...if a person hits you in the exact same place for eight consecutive matches, perhaps you should pause and think. Do you have a deficiency of defense in that area?

We,” King Lot said, his eyes cold and piercing. “Will refuse any gifts this beardless boy offers us.” “Is there a reason why he is so obsessed with my lack of a beard?” Britt sighed.

Loving a person isn’t a magical, sparkly passion. It’s hard work. It’s putting the other person before yourself. It’s companionship and being able to trust and depend on each other. That loquacious true love everyone spouts about is really finding a partner who will go through the heartbreaks and joys of life with you.

How dare Arion sit there and tell her he cared for her more than she for him when she was in love with him! Was the man dense? Had he fallen from his horse too many times?

It would be an honor, and my greatest desire, if you would allow me to protect, love, and serve you for the rest of our lives.

Being that I am of a high intellect, I find cursing distasteful and ill mannered. If that were not the case, however, I would compose a creative, innovative ballad of cursing and recite it at this moment,

His calm and gentle tone was like an anchor in a ferocious sea, keeping me from drifting into a current of heartache.

Stand proud, Snow Queen. You have no equal.

True love is not the result of a wish, Alexis. It is found by those who have open eyes. Unfortunately, so many people are blind and—because of that—will never experience it.

Morgause laughed as she mounted her horse with some help from a footman. “I see through your protests, Merlin. You are quite amorous of me, I know it.” Merlin looked like he swallowed a frog. “Lady,” he said. “Wise, old lady. Please depart lest I be forced to help you depart.

Sometimes it’s wise not to dwell on the incomprehensible, for if you do, you waste those precious moments of actually accepting it for what it is.

I think it is time for you to witness how those with power are supposed to conduct themselves.

No matter where you run, if people are involved in your life, you will be hurt; it’s a fact of life. But you of all people should know that loneliness hurts even worse.

We stick to the magical places in the world,” Asahi clarified. “Places like the MBRC, the Redwood forest of California, the less populated parts of New Zealand and Japan, Disney World, and Atlantis,” Madeline listed, ticking the places off on her fingers. “Wait, Disney World?” I interrupted. “The most magical place on Earth.

Darn kids! That’s it, no dessert after dinner! And if you eat my flowers again it will be an early bed time!

I want you. I want you so fucking badly that it is driving me crazy. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything more in my life.

Fuck me! She sucks better than a Dyson. I swear all vacuums would bow at her feet if they were aware of her talents.

Forgiveness means giving up my anger at your actions. It doesn’t mean there are no consequences to your actions,

My tbr list is an erection all on its own...it just keeps getting bigger.

You can get attached to plants when you lose faith in people.

Hate cannot drive out hate.

‘You and your creepy research, Mr. Clark.’ ‘It's what I do, Ms. Summers.’

Karma was a malicious bitch who always had the last laugh.

And that is why she will never be mine.

Don’t worry, Lord Rigel,” I called to the assassin. “You’ll always be special to me, since you were the first person to try to kill me.

Keep that hairy mutt outside the great hall,” Merlin ordered as they made their way to the treasury door. “No.” “You are acting like a child.” “I am a woman masquerading as a 15 year old boy king who makes no decisions about his own kingdom. The least you will allow me to do is to make decisions regarding my pets.” “Fine.

It seems you didn’t understand me,” Rakel said, adjusting her grip on his hand. She had to spit the words out around the pain that tore through her. “When I say that love is pure, I mean it stands unrivaled in its power.

Character and change. That’s what story is all about. We take a person and we force him onto a journey that will change him forever, usually for the better.

I apologize, Miss Dylan.' Cagney said. 'During the night, all of my lord's stupidity rushes to his head.

Then her life got messier than a Sloppy Joe eating contest. 

He seemed to expect her to comment on it, so naturally she did not.)

The Fabric of our Souls is thin and worn. We must be gentle and love tirelessly.

I still watched Killian with the same kind of intensity I would give a tiger—respect, distance, and the wish that there was a glass wall between us.

Let’s get one thing straight. I kiss you because I want to fucking kiss you, because I like it and because you taste good. So don’t think for one second that I have an ulterior motive.

Besides, life’s not perfect, and neither are we, so why bother pretending we’re something we’re not?

…the ending is the last chance you have to impress your reader before they pick up your next book. Do you want to wow them or [leave] them feeling dissatisfied?” —Christa Rucker

Just to iron out the details so I can be sure we both understand—we will be engaged and married.

True.  It’s my own fault, I suppose. I shouldn’t have married a man who is prettier than I am.

Does a person have to act sorry in order to be forgiven?” Friedrich asked. “I know you have encountered cruelty from others, and yet you forgive them.

Little Wolf, you are the most paranoid person I know—and I’m a thief.

Shut up, you fool...Really. I’m running out of things to throw at you.

Here you complain about your boring life, yet when a talking cat drops into your lap, you seek to silence it!

You aren’t really praising me, are you? You’re just admiring your own decisions,

You may recommend it, but I will not follow it,

I know you feel it, Alexis. You want me between your legs just as badly as I want to be there.

I was born with a dick, and not experiencing child birth first hand is a perk of owning said dick.

Please tell me he’s single, Alexis, because I have a fucking ferocious fire in between my legs that he needs to put out.

I will be surprised if, by the end of your reign, you haven’t offended every noble in your Court.” “Ohhh, now that sounds like a challenge. I accept!

Most stories aren’t meant to tell every detail of a character’s life. A story is just a snapshot, a set period of time chosen and extracted from a character’s life because it offers the necessary dramatic arc.

Time and space were my best friends...until they became annoying bitches. And of course in that case, piss them off and find some new ones. Preferably alcohol and dancing. Now they were friends who could show me a great time.

Apathy is a tide pool that drowns its victims.

(...) afinal, a felicidade não tinha que ver com o que se tem na vida mas com a forma como se vive a vida.

If you are in love with two people, choose the second one; because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn't have fallen for the second.

Alright next question: I saw someone walking a guinea pig on a leash down Main Street of the town I live in Is this normal behavior I should copy?” “Oh gosh. No. Tell them NO!

I would not do it if I did not want to,” he said.

The moment fiction becomes dishonest is the moment it ceases to matter.

You can never get a true measure of a person—you can never fully understand yourself, even—because life is always throwing new things at us.

Elle smiled angelically. If I have to endure this, I’m going to make sure you are just as miserable as I am.

A merchant in Baghdad sends his servant to the marketplace for provisions. Shortly, the servant comes home white and trembling and tells him that in the marketplace he was jostled by a woman, whom he recognized as Death, and she made a threatening gesture. Borrowing the merchant's horse, he flees at top speed to Samarra, a distance of about 75 miles (125 km), where he believes Death will not find him. The merchant then goes to the marketplace and finds Death, and asks why she made the threatening gesture. She replies, "That was not a threatening gesture, it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Baghdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.

Elle couldn’t stop her grin from spreading across her lips. “Really?” Just like a— “No, it is not at all like a cat,” Severin said. She chuckled, satisfied she could exasperate him without speaking a word.

The official record for the fastest manmade object is the Helios 2 probe, which reached about 70 km/s in a close swing around the Sun. But it’s possible the actual holder of that title is a two-ton metal manhole cover. The cover sat atop a shaft at an underground nuclear test site operated by Los Alamos as part of Operation Plumbbob. When the 1-kiloton nuke went off below, the facility effectively became a nuclear potato cannon, giving the cap a gigantic kick. A high-speed camera trained on the lid caught only one frame of it moving upward before it vanished—which means it was moving at a minimum of 66 km/s. The cap was never found.

Stil snorted. “I am not in love with Angelique. I’m in love with you,” he said, scooting closer. Gemma pushed her chair away. “Well, that’s not proper.” “Why not?” Stil asked, butting his chair up against Gemma’s. “Because of the age difference.” “Age difference?” “Of course. Surely you can’t be a day younger than fifty or sixty,” Gemma said in surprise. Stil’s jaw dropped. “You think I’m an OLD MAN?!” Stil thundered. “Most magic users are not the age they physically appear to be,” Gemma said.“And it is well known that they age much more slowly.” “You think I’m an OLD MAN?!” he repeated, his voice even louder. “I’m not even twenty-five yet, you mean-spirited mule, and my clothes are fashionable among mages!” Stil said. “This whole time you’ve thought I am OLD?” “I get the impression that offends you.” “IT DOES.” Gemma only lifted her eyebrows. “Aren’t you going to apologize?” Stil asked. “For what?” “For thinking I’m OLD!” Gemma shrugged. “It seems you have only yourself to blame for that misunderstanding.” Stil glowered

It suits here now to forget last year, but she'll never make me forget last year, not if I live to be a hundred. I didn't know much then. I know now that there's people like her who want to be friendly for what you do, not what you are.

Life is full of ups and downs, twists and turns, love and loss. And life would not be worth experiencing if it weren't just that. You can't have the good without the bad, you need to somehow learn to accept the bad and adjust it in a way that you can endure and overcome. -Alexis Summers in Fulfillment (Book 3 in The Temptation series)

He stepped backward and nodded while giving me that smirk. ‘ Ahh, Ms. Summers the pleasure has been all mine.’ I couldn’t help but smile. ‘ Oh, Mr. Clark, by the way, it’s Mrs., not Ms.’ Putting two fingers to his lips, he winked and turned. ‘ I know,’ he called behind him, and then he was gone.

Loving a person isn't a magical, sparkly passion. It's hard work. It's putting the other person before yourself. It's companionship and being able to trust and depend on each other. That loquacious true love everyone spouts about is really finding a partner who will go through the heartbreaks and joys of life with you.

Britt said, standing up. “You know, Merlin, I’m starting to think your magic might be all talk.” “What?” Merlin squawked. “You can’t break Morgause’s enchantment, and you can’t help me understand Gawain. It seems like there isn’t much you can do,” Britt said. “You ungrateful pig-child. Of course I can do magic. Lots of magic! I brought you here didn’t I?” Merlin said.

I was going to bring Sir Kay and Gawain with me, but at the last minute Lancelot pushed Kay back.So I had no choice but to bring Lancelot in Kay’s place,” Merlin said, sounding just the smallest bit disgusted. “I find myself gladdened by this news,” Britt said. Merlin raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Are you?” Lancelot beamed. “I am pleased my presence delights you, My Lord.” “It’s not that. Since you kept Kay from coming to get me,in all likeliness that means you are now higher on his list of people to MAIM than I am,” Britt said. Merlin coughed to cover a laugh,

Let me tell you something, missy. You young maidens now days get misty-eyed thinking about true love and the fathomless adoration you will share. It’s not like that. Real love is looking at someone and knowing that you wouldn’t mind waking up to their bad breath for the next century, and you are fine with them seeing you before you brush your hair and fix your face for the day. Elle

the stables. “My Lord,” he said, sketching a bow to Britt. “A guest has just arrived at Camelot. A Royal guest—a lady!” the young boy said, looking horrified. Britt held back a groan, but couldn’t stop her expression of disdain. “Inform the lady I am busy with kingly affairs and send Merlin to greet her.” “Merlin already has greeted her,” the page said, his eyes bulging. “She hit him with a club.” “Never mind, I shall meet this curious lady myself,” Britt said, brushing horse hair from her clothes.

Tarinthali Ringali, I am, without regrets, your devoted servant. Your wit and intelligence stun me. Your beauty eclipses the sun itself. Your warm personality is enticing, and I highly prize your ability to disembowel anyone stupid enough to wrong you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I selfishly want every part of you. It would be an honor, and my greatest desire, if you would allow me to protect, love, and serve you for the rest of our lives. And if you ever flirt with Eric or drink with another man again, I am going to slaughter them without hesitation.” “I accept. I love you, Captain Arion Herycian.” “And I love you, Tarinthali Ringali.

Bože moj... Prošao sam kroz Vukovar mnogo puta...(...) Kad sam dolazio sa zapadne strane, iz Italije, sa mora, iz Zagreba ili Ljubljane, tu sam prvi put nailazio na putokaz za Novi Sad, i, iako je kraj imena moje varoši čitko pisalo ''82 km'', tog momenta sam, iz bezbroj razloga, uvek računao da sam stigao Kući? Dudule je u pravu, liče, još kako liče... Ne samo zbog Dunava, bokora zelenila, austrougarskih kućerina i rasipnički širokih ulica, već (i uglavnom), zbog pitomosti, zbog onog retkog osjećaja koji mi se javljao samo u naročitim gradovima, da bi tu i u tri po ponoći mogao prošetati s Onom Koju Volim, ne zazirući od automobila koji usporavaju, i ne prelazeći na drugu stranu kad neko naiđe u susret... Puno puta je vukovarski vazduh pirnuo pod svodovima mojih pluća, svirala je tu ona ista muzika na koju i ja plešem svoj život, mirni ljudi i stabilne lađe, tesne suknje i komotne čarde, obala i gimnazija, korzo i pozorište, sasvim dovoljno za pametnog čoveka... A opet... Bojim se da na taj gradić nikad više neću pomisliti onako kako ga se sećam, nego onako kako mi se prikazao u sledećoj Duletovoj tišini, u onoj poslednjoj, najdužoj, koju nisam ni uspeo da odbrojim do kraja, jer je otišao nenadano, ne rekavši pozdrav...

Lady Linnea said, “I don’t think you understand the balance of relationships. They are give-and-take.Gemma is my best friend,Gemma has my loyalty because she’s earned it, and I have Gemma’s trust because I’ve earned it.” She tilted her head and studied Prince Toril with pursed lips. “It takes work to build a lasting relationship, My Lord. You cannot expect someone to give you their everything just because.” “I don’t think I understand,” Prince Toril said. Lady Linnea said, stopping their stroll down the hallway. “Allow me to rephrase it. A friendship is filled only with as much love as YOU give. Gemma has my heart because I chose to give it to her. And my choice paid off, because there is no one in this horrible, tattered world that I trust more than Gemma Kielland. And so we are two best friends, walking together to achieve what neither of us could do alone. Do you understand it now?

Only Merlin and her guards ever woke her in the mornings, and her guards only shouted to her through the doors. Britt picked her head off her pillow. “Merlin?” Merlin, once again standing out in the hallway, hissed through the door.“You’re still in bed.” “Yeah, so?” “It is indecent for you to allow a man into your bedchambers when you are still in bed!” Britt rolled her eyes and sat up. “What did you want?” “Get up. We’re going to mass.” “No, we’re not. You might be, but I’m not.” “Oh yes you are, you little heathen.” “It’s boring. The pastor only talks in Greek or Hebrew or whatever that language is.” “He’s the archbishop, and he conducts the service in Latin.” “Mmm, yeah that,” Britt said, falling back into her bed with a thump. “Do not lie back down you unschooled foundling!” “Too late,” Britt said. “If you want me to go to mass you’re going to have to drag me out of here. How indecent would that be?