Myosotis Quotes

Nothing quite said ‘good morning’ as awakening with a man between the legs and another making breakfast.

I'm sure we could have so much fun, but only if you learn to be good to me.

Betrayal felt bitter and cold at the tip of his tongue.

She's actually a friend of yours... Myosotis Terra. And you wouldn't know, actually. Or to be precise, you wouldn't remember. - Skulduggery (Myosotis Terra)

Conflict was what had mended their hearts, it was in their nature to be discordant before finding harmony.

Clinging to Kai felt like the only way out of her mind, the path to light and freedom... but sinking further in the silence of the shadows with Ren felt like relief and peace.

Lee believed heartbreak was reserved to those who loved without being loved in return... She learned, that night, that heartbreakk could also exist between two hearts who yearned for each other without ever reaching one another.

Both men had written themselves all over her body, making her an open book at their mercy; a novel of which they had memorized every line and paragraph, every sentence and comma, slithering through the pages of her desires one chapter at the time while building up to climax.

I wouldn’t trade what I have accomplished alone for whatever I would have done if I had conformed to their standards. Without them, I became passionate. Strong. Determined. Without them, I became successful. I became who I wanted to be. They missed out, not me. So why would I miss them, what could they possibly bring in my life that I didn’t achieve for myself?

Maybe threats and taunts and anger and violence were the only things he’d respond to. Maybe patience and love and time weren’t good for him, not to snap him out of the darkness he’d sunk in. Thinking about it, Lee couldn’t see why she hadn’t thought of it sooner: Ren and her had always been drawn to raw emotions… pain, anger, jealousy, envy, wrath, lust. They were fire, and would only respond to flame scorching their hearts, poking at the pain, tearing it out at the root.

The matter both intrigued and unsettled him : would both their fires keep burning bright, or would they suffocate each other, consuming all and everything around them? (...) Lee was something else, more than a simple fire; she burned like a shooting star. Enflamed, consumed from within, drifting along and brightening the horizon. Lee was as stubborn, loyal and driven as he was... lonely, yet, surrounded by people they loved, individuals who fueled their fires, gave them a reason to shine. Does fire burn fire? Could they learn to become one giant pyre?

Il avait pris le temps de l’analyser sous tous les angles et il aurait pu la reconnaître parmi des milliers de personnes. Il ne pouvait pas nier qu’il la trouvait intrigante… Et il n’était pas du genre à refouler ses fantasmes. Il savait que Lee le détestait, mais lui, il ne l’avait pas oubliée. Comment pourrait-il l’oublier ? Depuis le tournoi, il n’avait jamais oublié la flamme qu’il avait vue dans ses yeux au moment de sa défaite. Il l’avait écrasée et il n’éprouvait pas une once de culpabilité… Elle le méritait, ce n’était qu’une petite vantarde. Ce désir qu’il éprouvait pour elle aurait dû se dissiper depuis autant d’années, et pourtant, il brûlait toujours en lui. Il était même devenu plus intense, plus fou. Il se réjouissait de pouvoir la traquer, il adorait jouer.

Marks,” he replied, crawling about on hands and knees, eyes intent on the short turf. “How did they know where to start and stop?” “Good question. I don’t see anything.” Casting an eye over the ground, though, I did see an interesting plant growing near the base of one of the tall stones. Myosotis? No, probably not; this had orange centers to the deep blue flowers. Intrigued, I started toward it. Frank, with keener hearing than I, leaped to his feet and seized my arm, hurrying me out of the circle a moment before one of the morning’s dancers entered from the other side. It was Miss Grant, the tubby little woman who, suitably enough in view of her figure, ran the sweets and pastries shop in the town’s High Street. She peered nearsightedly around, then fumbled in her pocket for her spectacles. Jamming these on her nose, she strolled about the circle, at last pouncing on the lost hair-clip for which she had returned. Having restored it to its place in her thick, glossy locks, she seemed in no hurry to return to business. Instead, she seated herself on a boulder, leaned back against one of the stone giants in comradely fashion and lighted a leisurely cigarette. Frank gave a muted sigh of exasperation beside me. “Well,” he said, resigned, “we’d best go. She could sit there all morning, by the looks of her. And I didn’t see any obvious markings in any case.” “Perhaps we could come back later,” I suggested, still curious about the blue-flowered vine. “Yes, all right.” But he had plainly lost interest in the circle itself, being now absorbed in the details of the ceremony. He quizzed me relentlessly on the way down the path, urging me to remember as closely as I could the exact wording of the calls, and the timing of the dance.

Out of anyone, Ashe was more aware of the rules in place in the hidden world. As a half-demon, Ashe knew how harsh the hidden world could be towards beings the WWC considered ‘inferior’. The bigotry and ignorance perpetuated by the hidden world’s institutions against half-demons was partly the reason Clover had chosen to become a lawyer and defend those weaker than her. She wanted to be there for Ashe, to protect him from a world which wanted nothing more than to classify him as dangerous and ban him from using craft or being a part of the hidden world. The WWC prided itself as being a righteous institution, yet it disrespected any being that wasn’t entirely a witch. It had only begun accepting witches and wizards born to human ancestry about two centuries prior, but it still had miles to go before being entirely open to half breeds like kitsunes and other sentient demons. Ashe knew the rules and their cost. Yet, he didn’t hesitate to break them.

La guerre était terminée et Frau Emmi Klatte faisait de la récupération. Il ne tombait plus de bombes et les tirs d'artillerie avaient cessé également. La grande ville paraissait morte et détruite, mais il y avait des restes. Au milieu des ruines se dressaient les fantômes insolites de quelques maisons désertes restées debout. Tout appartenait à tout le monde. Mon myosotis de belle-mère rôdait comme une possédée dans ce désert, et rafla entre autres une machine à coudre, quelques machines à écrire, quatre tapis, dix-sept coquetiers, un cadre doré, une porte en fer forgé, un poulailler et un tableau monumental. La toile représentait un nu d'un rose vaporeux, une femme à demi allongée sur le ventre, balançant au bout d'un index également rose un magnifique papillon bleu. Rêveuse et l'air absent, comme il se doit.

In that moment, Ren realized what Kai truly was: an unstoppable tide, a vast blue ocean that was as clement as it was unforgiving - just as destructive as the wildfire Ren thought himself to be. Kai was not the fragile soul Ren had seen him as for years. Kai was dangerous as wild as himself and Lee. Ren should not have made a promise he knew, in his heart, he could not keep.

I’ve picked my poison knowing I can withstand it.” She wasn’t entirely convinced of her own statement. Was Ren’s affection the poison infecting her heart, or was her desire for Kai the true venom growing within? Was there even a remedy for such a powerful intoxication?

I wanted to remember what you felt like,’ Kai’s words from earlier that day sank in his mind and rippled in his body, like a rock thrown on a deep lake, stirring up the waters that had remained calm right until that moment. Ren had never forgotten what his past lover felt like. Kai was a breath of fresh air, nourishing the fire within, making Ren burn bright… but Ren had always feared losing control. He feared becoming a flame too big, too dangerous and frightening that could burn Kai to the bone. That was why he had promised himself to keep away from his heart.

« Sois plus gentille avec moi, la prochaine fois ! » s’exclama-t-il en s’approchant d’elle. Il l’envoûtait totalement, « Je suis certain qu’on pourrait vraiment bien s’amuser tous les deux, mais seulement si tu as apprends à être gentille… » murmura-t-il dans le creux de son oreille avant de s’éloigner et de la laisser seule contre le tronc d’arbre.

« Ravie de te revoir ! » répondit Lee avec un grand sourire, « Par contre, je dois vraiment aller me coucher. La journée a été longue. » « Ne serait-ce pas là une façon très indélicate de m’inviter à te suivre ? » demanda-t-il, d’un air taquin. Lee lui donna un petit coup de coude et ils éclatèrent de rire. Ils se mirent debout et s’adossèrent à la barrière du pont. « Si je voulais réellement que tu me suives, je ne chercherais pas une manière indélicate de te le faire savoir. » le provoqua Lee. Lee était quelqu’un d’honnête. Elle n’était pas le genre de fille à passer par quatre chemins : si elle voulait quelque chose, elle le disait clairement et l’obtenait par n’importe quel moyen. Particulièrement avec lui. « Je sais, je rigole. J’ai adoré la tête que tu as tirée. Tu sais bien que j’aime bien t’ennuyer… » gloussa-t-il en se rapprochant d’elle et en l’enlaçant à nouveau, « J’ai de nouveaux tatouages depuis la dernière fois. Tu veux les voir ? Je suis sûr que tu les adorerais. »

Le 31 mai, je m'engageai entre la Costila et le Morar. Ce fut un enchantement! Je me promenais à travers des jardins, je foulais des parterres de fleurs. C'était la première toison que revêtaient les Bucégi, des fleurs aux nuances délicates, tendres: les céraistes blanches, les mignonnes pyroles d'une blancheur de cire, la tribu des humbles saxifrages, les dryades aux huit pétales d'argent, la corthuse aux corolles en cloche d'un rose carminé, le myosotis de montagne aux mille yeux d'azur… Sur la mousse des quartiers de roches s'étalait, en plaques roses, le silène. Les quelques arnicas, aux boutons non encore éclos, présageaient déjà la seconde toison, celle de l'été brûlant aux fleurs de couleurs riches, jaunes, rouges. À mesure que je montais, les vapeurs se dégageaient des bas-fonds. Lorsque j'arrivais à l'Omul le tableau était impressionnant: comme d'une gigantesque et infernale chaudière, les vapeurs montaient, d'abord transparentes, ensuite de plus en plus compactes, d'un gris sale ; quelques faisceaux de rayons solaires traversaient ces nuages, leur donnant d'étranges reflets d'or. Je n'augurai rien de bon de ce phénomène et je me dépêchai de rentrer. Je trouvai à la maison le garçon de l'aubergiste; il m'apportait votre lettre, que le facteur de Prédéal avait laissée en passant. Ainsi donc: vous allez vous mettre en route pour un petit tour en Suisse et vous me promettez d'arriver à Busteni dans la seconde moitié de juin? Vous vous proposez de préparer votre licence au milieu de nos montagnes. (p. 254–255)

If Ren was hell, then Kai was paradise; and Lee's soul was stuck in purgatory, ripped apart by their opposite pulls.

In a garden of thorns, Ren saw the flower blooming despite the hardships. Kai has never seen the thorns; all he's ever witnessed are the beautiful petals... and I can't bear the thought of Kai prickling a finger and bleeding on my account.

People who easily discriminate against others cannot truly be trusted with power.

Grief never leaves one’s soul. You grow around it, like a flower pushing roots around rocky ground to survive. You are still the same person, you’ve just evolved around your experiences. You’ll bloom again, but only if you keep trying.

C’était leur secret. Kai comptait plus que quiconque pour Ren. Bien plus que Phœnix ou qu’Indigo. Personne n’oublie jamais son premier amour, peu importe le temps qui passe et non-dits.

« Mince alors… » gloussa-t-il bruyamment en buvant une autre gorgée de vin, « J’aurais voulu t’affronter encore une fois. Que c’était excitant ! Toi et moi, quel dangereux duel ! » Il la regarda de la tête aux pieds puis ajouta: « Le duel rêvé. » Et voilà : il était encore une fois narquois et provocateur. Lee essayait d’oublier le passé, pourquoi devait-il encore la narguer ? Comment était-elle censée passer à autre chose ? « Arrête ça… » Elle se mordit la langue, prit une profonde inspiration et évita de lui répondre comme elle l’aurait fait auparavant, « Je suis venue m’excuser pour mon comportement puéril et te remercier pour ton geste. Je veux qu’on soit bien d’accord… Je ne suis pas venue pour devenir ton amie, Ren. » répondit-elle d’un ton ferme. « Je ne t’ai pas demandé d’être mon amie. »

Within certain limits the ground grows greener as one ascends, and we passed upwards among primulas, asters, a large blue myosotis, gentians, potentillas, and great sheets of edelweiss.

He hated himself for taking such a useless risk, for such a desire to save her. It was entirely unlike him. There was no reason to jeopardise the integrity of the mission for one soldier. No reason for Sterling to treat Elizabeth differently than any other. Yet there he was, clawing through the smoke to get to her.

The city was in ruins. It had merely been months since its fall and it already looked like a century year old abandoned settlement. Steel skyscrapers and buildings once covered in suspended organic gardens and fountains were riddled with black poisonous vines. Fountains which once harboured blue waters were soiled with rotten bodies, bones and toxic moss. The streets were a cemetery of vehicles and skeletons, a graveyard of metal and bone.

A tidal wave crashed against the shores of Sterling’s soul, permanently shifting something inside him. It was as if his body felt too small, too crowded for his own mind, as if something else was there, another heat he couldn’t quite discern amidst his own. “Catena binds you. Through this rune, you both shall adhere to the order of this court, as neither of you will be able to stay away from the other. The thinner and longer the chain gets, the worse the suffering. The closer you are, the less you’ll feel its effects. This way, Elizabeth cannot escape your control. If she proves too dangerous, she will have no way to run from your punishment, and you’ll keep your oath to neutralise her.” Sterling didn’t mean for things to go this far. He merely wanted to be responsible for Elizabeth and keep her under his girdle, not actually be alchemically bound to being near her at all times. Indignation was painted on Elizabeth’s face in colours he yet hadn’t seen on her, washing the feeble traces of fear away. She was furious. But so was he. Annoyed with himself for not thinking alchemy would have been used… outraged for liking it.

Hay heridas que nos marcan, que nos dejan cicatrices visibles y terribles. Hay otras que solo existen dentro de nosotros, heridas que guardamos en lo profundo de nuestro corazón, heridas fáciles de ocultar y que vuelven a nosotros de forma inconsciente. Algunos las llaman recuerdos.

Donde hay soberbia, la ignorancia brilla; cuando el orgullo manda, la desgracia llega.

They were the sun and moon, destined to shed light while never sharing the same sky. Elizabeth knew that despite their games and their bond, despite the pull they felt towards one another, they could never truly be joined. Doing so would mean destroying him, destroying everything he had dedicated his life to, destroying the man she had envied for so long, destroying the man she’d fallen for.

Give up what you call freedom, your sacrifice could change the world.

She haunted his soul in ways he couldn’t control or explain. She was a poison with no antidote. Sterling had never let impulses overcloud responsibility, and now he had no idea how to handle the inexplicable boiling wrath he felt while seeing her powerless and at the mercy of others. It made him want to burn the whole room and everyone inside. It made feral to see her cuffed to that table - the one he’d purposely stuck her on - dangled like bait for people like Zimmermann to bite on.

Power was poison, one that slipped beneath the skin and which could turn even the purest soul into a wicked monster.