Ondine Quotes

She dreams a lot. She dreams of Ondines and falling maidens and houses burning in the night. But search her dreams all you like and you'll never find Prince Charming. No knight on a white horse gallops into her dreams to carry her away. When she dreams of love, she dreams of smashed potatoes.

The choice is not in what you do. The choice is in the why.

I want you to find what you seek, live the way you choose," he whispered. "Even if it means I can never touch you again. I will never abandon you because I love you.

Finding what's true means letting go of the lies that control.

Emotions are powerful sources of energy. They are what makes us alive. They provide proof of our souls.

To be ready does not mean it will be easy. It doesn't mean it will be smooth. It means that even when it's difficult, you have what it takes to survive.

I could stand alone because I knew I was not alone.

Our dreams are fluid, just as we are. They change as we change.

We used numbers and rigid systems to fit time into containers we could understand. But like Nexa said, it was immeasurable. A fluid river no logical structure could hold. A moment could have the power of years. And years could pass in a moment. The only thing that forever remained true about time was it never stopped moving forward.

We all choose, Kendra. In the end, we can only hope we've chosen wisely. Regret is a horrible monster to flee from.

Sometimes we think we're losing something when we're really finding something else.

I'd spent my life searching for something I couldn't name. And as I drowned in the torrential flow of conflicting desires, caught in the relentless roar of water, earth, blood, and war, I reached out - wildly, desperately - and found it with him.

Mortals search for what they are unable to give, what they lack within themselves.

Love was as flawed and terrible and beautiful as we were. To be alive meant looking for it in ourselves and in others, an imperfection searching for an impossible perfection. Because in that journey was where truth resided. Love wasn’t about being held. It was about being freed.

I walked forward simply because there was no going back.

Endings do not exist. There are only choices leading to other paths.

Perfect beauty could be so ugly.

I resented the reference to my super ninja moves as "sneaking around." "Displaying superior stealth" or "using viper-like reflexes" would have been much better

Just because a hot guy likes you doesn’t mean you owe him anything. You don’t have to like him back and you don’t have to feel bad that you don’t like him back. Being friends is already pretty special because it means you trust him. If he’s worth keeping in your life, he’ll respect your choice either way.

This woman could call upon the earth and the heavens to do her bidding. But she gave up her power to be human. Write this into your record, Judge—this Ondine was the most human human being that ever lived. She was human by choice.

Viens-tu du ciel profond ou sors-tu de l'abime O Beaute?" A smooth, male voice said. ~ Julian LeVeq

What drove me now was a force beyond elementals, beyond time. It was the force of a thousand years of history, the collected voices of generations of ondines, the desires of those who’d lived and died. It was the dreams of my mother, the regrets of my grandmother, the forgotten promise of every Irisavie back to the first.

And her eyes, violet, like the sky before a storm. Ralph and Trish had brown eyes. Max's were hazel. But Ondine. No, Ondine's eyes had to be purple, wide set, and heavily lashed. Beyonce and Yoda's love child.

The flower drifted, light and open, gliding a path through still water like the faint stirrings of a dream.

He looked at me, dark, silky locks falling forward, naked and beautiful and so much more than anything I could’ve ever dreamed.

Losing beauty was easy. Overlooking it, forgetting it, hardening yourself so much you could no longer be surprised or overwhelmed by it. I pulled back, taking in the strong line of his jaw, the sharp edge of cheekbone and the skin now warm from the rising sun. The trick was in holding on to it. Protecting it.

In a world of prophecy and war, where so much of my life followed a path laid out by duty and destiny,Tristan had enough strength to give me what no one else could. The one precious thing I needed the most. A choice.

Not where. When.” The Elemental brand on my chest pulses, his rumbling voice tugging at the thread of old magic. “It is the start of another day.

There’s great stuff in there. There’s a disease called Ondine’s Curse, in which your body loses the ability to breathe involuntarily. Can you imagine? You have to think “breathe, breathe” all the time, or you stop breathing. Most people who get it die.

Are you —" I couldn't believe I was going to say this. "Are you actually going to miss me?" A wicked grin spread on his face. "Since you haven't beaten me yet, darling, it's more like I'll miss kicking your ass." Damn it. Walked right into that one. Raveling, Emma (2012-07-05). Billow (Ondine Quartet Book 2) (pp. 7-8). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

So you believe him?" "Of course." I tasted the vegetables and promptly decided not to do that again. Raveling, Emma (2012-07-05). Billow (Ondine Quartet Book 2) (p. 42). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Because it's like seeing us naked." Whoa. Hearing Tristan utter the word naked was hot. Don't start picturing him naked. Raveling, Emma (2011-09-16). Whirl (Ondine Quartet Book 1) (p. 189). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Quand j’étais petit, je pensais que les vœux se réalisaient toujours, mais maintenant, je sais que même si on en fait des milliards, ils ne se réalisent pas forcément. Avant, j’étais certain qu’une fois qu’on les disait, ils allaient quelque part pour être exaucés, qu’il y avait une boîte aux lettres spéciale pour les vœux. Mais ça fait un bon moment que la poste est en grève.

Please. I got this covered." Whatever. His hazel eyes, flecked with green, were tense. I kept my response cool. "So do I." Hardcore bullshit was the theme of the day. Raveling, Emma (2012-07-05). Billow (Ondine Quartet Book 2) (p. 8). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

A flush colored Ethan's pale cheeks and Blaise walked faster than usual. Cam's scowl darkened and Alex looked even more serene than usual. We were all crapping in our pants. Raveling, Emma (2013-09-17). Crest (Ondine Quartet Book 3) (p. 204). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Are you okay?" Jaw snapped open, revealing a gaping maw of teeth and fire. A primal roar crushed my insides. Wincing, I staggered back a few steps. "You need to work on your indoor voice." Raveling, Emma (2013-09-17). Crest (Ondine Quartet Book 3) (p. 415). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

We entered the lot and I headed for my car. Julian raised his hand. "No." "I want to make sure its locked up." "Believe me. Even if it weren't locked, that thing would still be here when you got back." Raveling, Emma (2012-07-05). Billow (Ondine Quartet Book 2) (p. 355). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Look at this." I spotted Jeeves' photo near the end of the book. His hair was darker, but he still retained the same smooth charisma he had now. Aub looked up from her laptop. "Oh, an old Haverleau facebook." Raveling, Emma (2013-09-17). Crest (Ondine Quartet Book 3) (p. 490). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

On devrait vider nos cœurs comme on vide un grenier. Jeter les vieilles querelles qui l’encombrent, les tristesses qui prennent trop de place. On devrait teindre nos cœurs avec des couleurs vives, quand les années les ont rendus trop ternes. Et faire du rangement pour laisser de la place à tous les autres cœurs qu’on va croiser sur notre route.

A long pause followed by Ancelin's chuckle. "Daniel." "He has a talent for listening to patient conversations," Rhian answered smoothly. "I'm sure my granddaughter adequately proved herself?" A grunt of acknowledgment. Well, thank you, Your Majesty. Raveling, Emma (2013-09-17). Crest (Ondine Quartet Book 3) (p. 371). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Now they really talking crazy. “How can there be more than one tomorrow?” Auntie Margaret sighs. “Girl, every choice we make is a new tomorrow. Whole worlds waiting to be born.” “In some, you accept the enemy’s offer, and all is darkness,” Auntie Ondine says. “Always at this point—the tip of the sword on which your world balances.” I look at Auntie Jadine. What could those things living under Butcher Clyde’s skin offer me to make me betray all I care about? Power over life and death. “And if I don’t accept this offer, then we win? No more Ku Kluxes?” “If you don’t accept,” Auntie Ondine answers, “there is the chance to continue the struggle. The hope at one day seeing victory. No more.” That don’t seem fair.

wrist. "Odd question coming from someone who spends most of her time sneaking around." I glared at him. I resented the reference to my super ninja moves as "sneaking around." "Displaying superior stealth" or "using viper-like reflexes" would have been much better. Raveling, Emma (2011-09-16). Whirl (Ondine Quartet Book 1) (p. 140). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

I swear you don't know how to have any fun at all," I teased. "This is not exactly my idea of it," he said wryly. I gestured toward the ballroom. "But you're royal. It's your kind of party. You should be relaxed, letting everyone suck up to you." He laughed and my chest tightened. God, I loved that sound. "Kendra, not everything about being royal is enjoyable." "So what would you consider fun?" I asked, curious. Tristan was obviously well-liked and respected. But I'd never seen him when he wasn't in either instructor, gardinel, or prince mode. I got the feeling he wasn't very social and spent a lot of time alone. His eyes turned thoughtful. "Relaxing in a quiet room with a nice glass of scotch, listening to Bach." I rolled my eyes. "Are you serious, grandpa?" He hid a smile.

Nexa asked me to check up on you," Tristan said dryly. "Just in case you were thinking of doing something… impulsive." "That's ridiculous." My eyes followed Amber's back as she walked away . "I've been wanting to kick her ass for awhile, so it wouldn't have been impulsive. More like premeditated." Raveling, Emma (2011-09-16). Whirl (Ondine Quartet Book 1) (p. 95). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Why don't you tell me what happened last night in Lyondale?" "Stop evading." "I'm not evading, dear." She dug into the bag for more chips. "You keep asking the wrong questions." "What question should I be asking?" "That's a question you need to ask yourself." I never realized how quickly a headache could surge to life until I met Nexa. Raveling, Emma (2012-07-05). Billow (Ondine Quartet Book 2) (p. 234). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

He shared a few things he's concerned about." "Like what?" I met his gaze levelly. His brows furrowed. "You pursued an Aquidae alone in Lyondale." I made a mental note to drop-kick Ewan. "You've been having trouble sleeping." Make that a kick followed by an extended drive in my car. "And you've been using your magic a lot." A drive over the bumpiest mountain road I could find. Raveling, Emma (2012-07-05). Billow (Ondine Quartet Book 2) (p. 66). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Helene is obsessed with shoving that thing in my face." I huffed. "I already have enough eyes on me, Ewan. Now please go over there and distract everyone while I grab ahold of Chloe." "This is ridiculous." He tossed his hands up. "I'm a highly trained gardinel whose job is the protection of —" "Two eclairs on the next shipment." "Make it four and you have a deal." Pure extortion. "Fine." Raveling, Emma (2013-09-17). Crest (Ondine Quartet Book 3) (p. 301). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

You're asking us to trust ondines to fight alongside my people." Ancelin narrowed his eyes. "Their mistakes could cost my men their life." "Do you have such little faith in your men, Your Majesty?" Gardinels shifted uncomfortably. Rhian dropped her head, but not before I caught the hint of a smile cross her face. "That is a rude question." "It was asked in response to a rude statement, Your Majesty." Ancelin scowled. Tristan's mouth twitched. Raveling, Emma (2013-09-17). Crest (Ondine Quartet Book 3) (pp. 405-406). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

These hands don't have magic." Daniel looked down at his palms. "But they can still do good, Kendra. Magic is extraordinary, a gift I will always marvel over. But it doesn't determine a person's worth, what they choose to believe in. Our dreams are fluid, just as we are. They change as we change.

This motion is an effort to continue a ridiculous idea first presented by an unstable woman. Now, it's being perpetuated by her sister and daughter, who is clearly…volatile." Contempt dripped off her words. "I do not think it's even worthy of debate." That did it. Chloe and Ryder tried to hold me back, but I yanked myself free and gripped the railing. The Marquisa looked a little frightened by my expression. Well, she did call me volatile. "My mother was a powerful ondine, a Clairvoyant who saw that our future demanded change. I am not just her daughter." I leaned forward. "I am also the sondaleur." My voice, cold and hard, sliced through the air. A hushed silence fell. Hundreds of people stared at me. Raveling, Emma (2011-09-16). Whirl (Ondine Quartet Book 1) (p. 161). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Princess Violet and Caleb are very happy. They laugh all day long. Their children, Ondine and Tootie, are growing up, and Tootie is getting a little fat even though she eats only nuts and fruits. Caleb smiled when I read this to him. He was nicer to me now. He didn’t seem to mind me writing stories about him. Sometimes he even liked them. But writing was hard. Stories wouldn’t come, and I said so to Grandfather. He nodded. “Maybe there’s too much going on, Cassie. Too much in your head, filling it up.” “Mostly Mama and the terrible baby,” I said. “I do not plan to like that baby.” Grandfather sat down next to me. “Remember when I first came here? You didn’t much like me.” I thought Grandfather was mean then. I thought he was hateful and cranky. “You changed,” I said. “You changed, too,” said Grandfather. “You changed more,” I said, making Grandfather laugh.

there is nothing to prevent us from considering other options." "But ondines don't need to learn how to fight!" Marquisa LeVeq interjected with an ugly sneer. A hot, dangerous anger flared inside me. "We accomplish important and great things with our magic. That's why we have the gardinels and chevaliers to protect us!" My stomach clenched and the words flew out of my mouth before I knew what I was doing. "How much of a coward are you, Marquisa?" I taunted. Marcella shot me a warning look and Aubrey whispered, "What are you doing?" I ignored them both. Marquisa LeVeq stared at me, indignation on her arrogant face. "You're so willing to let others fight and die for you while you do nothing. You say ondines are magic users and protectors. So, tell me. What do you protect?" My voice rose in disgust. "It sounds to me like you don't protect anything except yourself. You want the gardinels and chevaliers to do all the work for you." Raveling, Emma (2011-09-16). Whirl (Ondine Quartet Book 1) (pp. 160-161). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Caleb has found a princess. They meet in secret because they must. They will marry soon and run away to live in wild Borneo, eating fruit and nuts from the bushes there. They will have two babies named Ondine and Tootie. I read Caleb my words to tease him. It worked. “Wild Borneo!” said Caleb very loudly. “Not true, Cassie. And she is not a princess! How can you write such things?” “Papa told me to observe quietly. That is what I saw,” I said. “It is a good story, though, Cassie,” said Grandfather, smiling. “Thank you.” “And Tootie is a very unusual name,” said Papa. “Imaginative,” added Mama. “Don’t encourage her, Sarah,” said Caleb. “Nothing she writes is the truth.

Let us help." "You already did." My voice didn't betray anything. "Both of you helped plan this. You lent me this car. Aubrey put up the funds." He raised his brow. "Lending you this car doesn't count as helping. It was more like public service. If you drove your car, the noise would wake up all of Haverleau." "It's not that bad —" "Yeah, if you want to be as obvious as a rhinoceros." I gave a pointed look at his lime-green coat and bright maroon sweater. Talk about burning my retinas. "Pot calling kettle." He glanced at himself. "It's seasonal. I look Christmasy.

The usual . Mother and father sitting in icy silence." Bitterness crept into his voice. "I almost choked on the amount of disapproval in the air." Raveling, Emma (2012-07-05). Billow (Ondine Quartet Book 2) (p. 6). Mandorla Publishing. Kindle Edition.

- Dove vorresti vivere, Maxence? - Nel paese senza adulti. - Non ce ne saranno? - No. O meglio, solo quelli che hanno ancora l'anima da bambini. - Ma come si fa a riconoscerli? - È facile, sono quelli che sanno ancora sognare. Sogni per aiutare chi soffre.

- È così che vivono gli adulti. Sbagliano strada e dopo non hanno più la forza di tornare indietro. - Succede così anche ai bambini? - No, perchè i bambini non hanno ancora messo recinti alle loro vite.

ONDINE. Il m'a aussi dit que si je vous embrassais, j'étais perdue... Il a eu tort... Je ne pensais pas à vous embrasser. LE CHEVALIER. Maintenant, tu y penses ? ONDINE. J'y pense éperdument.(...) Mais il est si doux d'attendre... Nous nous rappellerons de cette heure-là, plus tard.. C'est l'heure où ne vous m'avez pas embrassée.

HANS : Je suis le dieu de cette femme, entendez-vous ! LE PREMIER JUGE : Chevalier... HANS : Vous en doutez ! Quelle est ta seule pensée, Ondine ? ONDINE : Toi. HANS : Quel est ton pain ? Quel est ton vin ? Quand tu présidais ma table, et que tu levais ta coupe, que buvais-tu ? ONDINE : Toi. HANS : Quel est ton dieu ? ONDINE : Toi. HANS : Vous l'entendez, juges ! Elle pousse l'amour au blasphème !

When Odder was born to her mother, Ondine,

The sea journey back was not without event. She was distraught, her nerves at a breaking point. She may have looked from the deck of the ship at those surging waves below. Maybe even for a moment have wished herself in their midst. Perhaps for once she danced Ondine in her troubled mind. It happily was not be. Tragic and banal as would have been that end to her story, Fate denied it as her destiny.

It only takes one man with a voice to convince a hundred men to fight