Landon King Quotes

When a woman who has much to say says nothing, her silence can be deafening.

I’m standing in front of none other than the Landon King. A charming god, a genius sculptor, and, most importantly, an insufferable bastard.

The devil works fast, but Landon King works faster.

Perhaps, she had dreamed, she would teach some future King, shaping his child mind for a new and better world.

He searched for words to poison the shaft of his disdain.

There are only so many tomorrows.” —MICHAEL LANDON

It came with a stirring of the conviction that was never to leave her: that human being, whatever his color or creed or sex, had certain inalienable rights which other human beings had no right to violate.

My back hits the wall and I groan, then lift my hand, ready to flip whoever it is a thousand fingers while kicking them. All my plans come to a halt when my gaze clashes with dark-blue eyes. Familiar eyes. The eyes of my enemy and the target of my revenge. Landon fucking King.

FALSE EQUIVALENCY If you compare the Koch brothers to George Soros and you compare MSNBC to FOX News then why not compare the NAACP to the Ku Klux Klan, George Washington to King George, Abraham Lincoln to Jefferson Davis, Barack Obama to Vladimir Putin; If you compare the Democratic party to the Republican party then why not compare Citizens United with Brown versus Board of Education, Churchill to Mussolini, Martin Luther King to George Wallace; If you compare Liberals to Conservatives then why not compare Boxing to Cage Fighting, Mozart to Salieri, Edward Kennedy Ellington to Lawrence Welk, Three Card Monty to Inside Trading, John Birks Gillespie to Cab Callaway; If you are mentally slothful enough to engage in false equivalency, why not go all the way? Pretend that ignorance equates with knowledge, Science with Mythology and empathy with apathy?

Perhaps nuns felt like this, she thought, when they passed within convent walls and left the glitter of the world behind. But their renunciation was of the will, while circumstances beyond her control had stripped her of the people who meant everything to her. And yet was it not possible that they had endured the same impoverishment, so that when the glory that was life had become husks they found it good to exchange those dead things for service and whatever vicarious happiness could be salvaged? Maybe selflessness was only selfishness on another level.

Was she insane?! She would lose her head before she was 20!

I’m going to kill this bastard. How dare he look at Bran—my fucking twin brother—like he’s his next bitch? My. Fucking. Brother. The Landon King’s identical twin.

All my plans come to a halt when my gaze clashes with dark-blue eyes. Familiar eyes. The eyes of my enemy and the target of my revenge. Landon fucking King.

Dust that never asks in vain Hath reclaim'd its own again. Dust, the wide world's king. Where are now the glorious hours Of a nation's gather'd powers? Like the setting of a star, In the fathomless afar; Time's eternal wing Hath around those ruins cast The dark presense of the past.

She was a woman, slight, almost frail in appearance; not someone who could fight with guns to free the slaves, as in the United States, but someone who could fight with knowledge in the corner of the world where she found herself.

She had become so much more accustomed to hard work and opposition than to adulation that the only emotion she had felt had been one of acute discomfort.

Change from despair to joy he made her extremely beautiful.

Shall I say of you that you worship the image of your God that you have in your mind, but not your God?

The nonchalance irritated her more because it was not assumed.

Why do I have to care what everyone thinks? Nobody besides Landon actually gives a shit about me. They all want what they see, not who I am. At least when I’m with Silas, I don’t have to hide. I hate him, and our hatred is the most authentic thing in my life right now.

Anna was convinced that the low level of literature and art in Siam was due to the fear that every talented person felt of being impounded into royal service if it became known that he had more than ordinary gifts.

Maybe selflessness was only selfishness on another level.

(T)he motive consecrates the deed.

Farewell, my beautiful Sunatda. You have been the light of the setting sun to me. The glory of your love has dispersed the dark clouds that overshadowed my life and the memory of your face will be bright before my fading eyes to the end.