Zelda Best Quotes

The night you gave me my birthday party... you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn't I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best.

The night you gave me my birthday party… you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn’t I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best.

You and I have been happy; we haven’t been happy just once, we’ve been happy a thousand times. The chances that spring, that’s for everyone, like in the popular songs, may belong to us too – the chances are pretty bright at this time because as usual, I can carry most of contemporary literary opinion, liquidated, in the hollow of my hand – and when I do, I see the swan floating on it and – I find it to be you and you only…. Forget the past – what you can of it, and turn about and swim back home to me, to your haven for ever and ever – even though it may seem a dark cave at times and lit with torches of fury; it is the best refuge for you – turn gently in the waters through which you move and sail back…

My eyes change color depending on my mood and what I’m wearing. If I’m wearing an acorn brown shirt, my eyes look like squirrel fur. And if I’m wearing no shirt at all, my eyes look more nude and flesh-colored. I guess my ex girlfriend, Zelda, said it best when her friend asked her what I look like and she said: “He looks like you’d imagine him to look like, if you had no imagination.

Zelda knows he’s not happy, but he won’t make a fuss, because he understands, just like Zelda, that sometimes the best monster hunters are monsters themselves.

Zelda was winter's best dame: pale and dark with a shimmer of Christmas in her eye, a flash of New Year's in her laugh.

With adolescent Nietzscheanism, she already planned to escape on the world's reversals from the sense of suffocation that seemed to her to be eclipsing her family, her sisters, and mother. She, she told herself, would move brightly along high places and stop to trespass and admire, and if the fine was a heavy one—well, there was no good in saving up beforehand to pay it. Full of these presumptuous resolves, she promised herself that if, in the future, her soul should come starving and crying for bread it should eat the stone she might have to offer without complaint or remorse. Relentlessly she convinced herself that the only thing of any significance was to take what she wanted when she could. She did her best.

Why don’t you want a relationship with Doriane? You just told me kissing her is the best thing in the world, and in too many details.” “I didn’t say I didn’t want to. I said I’m not sure.” “Why the hell not?” “Because!” I put my head in my hands and start pulling at my hair. How can I tell her without betraying myself? “Doriane is… different. Being with her… would make me different too. I’m not sure I want this. You don’t understand. A lot of people will talk, then I’ll have to tell my family, and that is the last thing I want.” Miss Eugénie’s expression turns incredulous. “How different is this Doriane? Does she have four arms or something?” “No. She’s… She’s British.” “Terrible handicap indeed! Your life will never be the same.

Very aware of the compliment François just threw my way, I answer with a smile, and he seems satisfied with the results. So now I’m best friends with François? This year is getting weirder and weirder. We walk through the front gate together, in front of everyone, in front of Tony himself, whose jaw drops to his shoes. “Just because of the look on his face,” François whispers in my ear, “I forgive you for everything.

I could tell them. The gay bomb I dropped seemed to have faded into acceptance pretty quickly, so, perhaps I could finally confide in my friends, for the first time in m— “Oh my god!” Tony slaps a hand on his mouth. “Were you ever in love with me?” Or, maybe not. “Come on, tell me!” Tony shoves Lucie aside, his eyes boring into mine. “Like, a little? At least?” “Sorry.” It’s hard to apologise while trying not to laugh. “Not really, no.” “Come on, just a bit!” “I don’t want to jump on everything that moves, Tony!” “Just Michael, then.” He moves away, looking miffed. “Well well. Nothing for your best friend Tony. Not even a sniff. Just great.

I would rather have Zelda a sane mystic than a mad realist,” F. Scott Fitzgerald told his wife’s psychiatrist.

What we have here is a clear glimpse of the profound Christian truth that, by the grace of God, the best of ends can be brought out of the worst of beginnings. If goodness and grace are given a chance, they can break the cycle of evil and create new beginnings. Though

There are literally a million ways to deal with any situation and Madiba was the best teacher in tutoring me to see those ways, but lying was never an option.

So…who's going to be your best man? Huh? Huh?" Genison asked, grinning widely. "Really, Gents? Why? Looking forward to the bachelor party?" Link laughed. Zelda shot Genison a questioning look. "Gentlemen do not have bachelor's parties, Link," Genison said stoically, and Link was sure he actually meant it, until he continued. "A real man doesn't need to pay women to take off their clothes.

Impa and Genison stood back, as Link looked at himself in the mirror. Wearing a white waistcoat tuxedo with gleaming silver trim and polished black riding boots, Link looked like one of those bold, valiant knights in the Disney movies. A Sheikah crest of dark blue enamel on sterling silver had been pinned to his chest, and his hair had been trimmed and styled so as not to appear as scruffy as it normally did. "You clean up nice, man," Genison laughed, and next to him Impa chuckled. Genison himself stood in a similar white tux, but without any extra decoration. "Hey, Hans from Frozen called, he wants his suit back." Link smirked at his best man. "Is all of this really necessary?" Link asked, not truly recognizing himself in the mirror.