Vega Jane Quotes

But if you don’t know where you want to go, I suppose any path will get you there.

you ask too many questions," snapped Cletus. I kept my gaze on Roman. "that's because I get too few answers.

We build walls because we are afraid. We do not like change. We do not like it when others who do not look or think like us come along and try and change things. Thus we run from it. Or, even worse, attack it.

At the end of a lifetime’s worth of lights and nights, it seemed that family was really the only important thing there was. And yet how many of us truly appreciated that significance before our last breath left us?

astonishingly slimy and dangerous

Woe be to the wug who forgets that destroying one part of a thing does not equal victory

By not using it. By not believing in it anymore. Belief, having faith in something, is a very powerful thing,

And when you're not partying in Vegas, what do you do?" she asked. "Prepare for your role as the next James Bond?" "No, I don't work alone." She cocked her head as if trying to make sense of his words. "I'm a SEAL in Uncle Sam's Navy. When I'm working, I have a team of guys who could kick James Bond's ass watching my back, covering my six at all times.

It had been so long since we were a family that I had almost forgotten the joy that came with having one. All the small and large moments, many that I had taken for granted while they were occuring, no doubt bolstered by the certainty that there would be many more. Yet such endearing and memorable engagements in life are promised to no one. They come and go and one has to be aware that there is no assurance they will ever come again. It made me tremble to think what I had lost.

john was smart, but he was also a young male with a usually empty belly. sometimes it was simple as that

It was blood. Blood that looked as if it had just been spilled. As I watched, it started pouring down the cavern’s walls.

Persons seeking to find scholarship herein will be sued; persons motivated to discover meaning will be exiled; persons seeking to find an allegory will be summarily ordained.

I was always unfailingly polite to Ladon-Tosh. I didn’t care if he never looked at me or spoke to me. I just wanted him to know that he had a friend in me.

It is asking a lot. But when you're attempting to do something truly extraordinary, isn't it fair to ask a lot in return?

Males. You have to lead them to the water and then show them how to slurp it.

You are a danger to her and all of Wormwood, Vega, do you not understand that?

The truth always matters,

Simply because you’ve lived through something doesn’t mean you understand its true significance or even recall the details of it correctly.

It is more than a mere rule, for rules can be changed. It is truth.

Even though we weren't old, we were old with all we carried inside.

Listening to a sermonizer who above all loves to hear himself sermonize is about as much fun as having your toes sheared off

We lost family all the time, and we mourned them and buried them and remembered them. Wouldn’t it be better to celebrate family while they are alive to a greater degree than when they are no longer with us?

At the end of a lifetime’s worth of lights and nights, it seemed that family was really the only important thing there was. And yet how many of us truly appreciated that significance before our last breath left us? We lost family all the time, and we mourned them and buried them and remembered them. Wouldn’t it be better to celebrate family while they are alive to a greater degree than when they are no longer with us?

We build walls because we are afraid. We do not like change. We do not like it when others who do not look or think like us come along and try and change things. Thus we run from it. Or, even worse, attack it.” I

will paint in pleasing colors.” “How do you know which colors to use?” I asked. “There are instructions for each item on your workstation.

But for what reason? Council,

How do you let magic die?” I said slowly. I didn’t know why, but I felt a great sense of loss at this. “By not using it. By not believing in it anymore. Belief, having faith in something, is a very powerful thing, Vega.

heard

a freak car wreck. At least, that was the official story. After what Andy and Ren had said, Jess now wondered how accurate that was. Two other Dark-Hunters had been moved in to replace those killed in action. Syra, who was better known as Yukon Jane, and Rogue, an Englishman whose proper speech belied his extremely psychotic ways. That boy definitely wasn’t right. Made him wonder who they’d move in to replace Lionel. Guess I’ll find out. A pretty blonde walked past him on the street with a come-follow-me-cowboy look that grabbed his attention away from that line of thought. He let out a slow appreciative breath at the sass in her walk. He’d always been a sucker for a woman who knew how to handle herself and, more to the point, handle a man who was aching for her. She smiled at him over her shoulder. You got work to do, boy. Yeah, but she was delectable. Work, Jess. If Andy’s right, there’s a killer on the loose, and you need to find it and stop it. He actually whimpered at the fact that he couldn’t follow after the blonde. In Reno, doable. Here … Too many Daimons. Yet another reason they needed killing. Sighing, he crossed Spring Mountain Road, heading north on Vegas Boulevard. He’d just passed the

Vega, death is only fear. Without fear, there is no death. Without death, there are no bars. Without bars, there is only freedom.

Persons seeking to find scholarship herein will be sued; persons motivated to discover meaning will be exiled; persons hoping to unearth an allegory will be summarily ordained.” — The Author

The message from Vega was still there; it had not evaporated. A thin line pulsed horizontally through the letters in her name. Cap knew it was because the screen was old, something to do with the monitor's magnetic field, but it made the word look alive, like it had a shaky little heart.

She laughed. It was quick but it took over her face like a sneeze.

Not everything can be learned safely in a classroom, Vega. Education is not so neat and tidy.

looked over at John. He had pulled a dozen books off the shelf and looked to be trying to read them all at once.

There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.” — J. R. R. Tolkien

The difference between what I think matters and what you think does could likely fill a bookcase.

-"Rooms have opinions," she said. "And feelings too.

When I saw what was in there I felt like I had happened upon a treasure trove. Books! I pulled a goodly number of them out,

These were the moments in my life where clear choices could be made. Do it or don't do it. Often, the decision was difficult.

I had been wonderful, it was true, but there had been images associated with the feeling. I wanted to try to remember what they were. A hand was reaching down from what looked to be the sky. In it was something truly bedazzling. I focused even more. In the palm of the hand was... me! I was smiling and felt as light as air. I had never felt so perfect and happy and just beautiful. The possibilities were truly limitless. I could accomplish anything. And what I wanted to accomplish was... Here the images darkened a bit, but that didn't detract from my happiness in the slightest. I was just sure that whatever my desires turned out to be, I would be perfectly satisfied. I had very brief vision of myself baking bread. And then I was on my hands and knees washing the cobbles. The next instant I was sweeping the floor. And then my features relaxed. They weren't my desires. They were the desires that someone else was telling me were my own.

-"Regrets? What exactly does that mean? We all have regrets." "Indeed we do. But some are far greater than others. And if they are powerful enough, they can consume you completely.

Everyone has a different lot in life. This is yours. What they have is theirs.

I had to so something. Anything that would make me feel like I was accomplishing something. To make me feel that I was not a failure.

There are times in everyone's life when loss strikes. When one's heart breaks. And there are times when you truly feel as though you have no heart left, so shattered is it.

I had to do something. Anything that would make me feel like I was accomplishing something. To make me feel that I was not a failure.

Cap parked and got out. It was hot but not humid, and it was glorious. Hot but not humid. Did everyone on the East Coast know about this?

Vega emerged from the hallway with a black laptop under her arm. "Let's go," she said. "Theft, breaking and entering," said Cap, pointing to the laptop. Vega pointed at Cap and added, "Whining.

Any key used to open something enchanted is made of gold.

Emotions were difficult things to corral, like a herd of cretas with a fierce desire for freedom.

The most effective way to destroy people is to deny and obliterate their own understanding of their history.

There should never be enough ‘going on’ that we forget about the needs of others. That, essentially, is the essence of goodness.

vacant at first light. Yet she carried