Haven't you heard about me?" he said, with a tight smile. "I'm really a very dangerous person." And he did look dangerous until he said, "Look, could you watch Dog for me while I'm gone? I can't take him where I'm going.
That's what happens when you love someone... you notice and notice and notice.
What kind of love would drive a man for miles through solid rock?
If you want to be a writer, you must be in love with the process of writing, whether you achieve financial success or not.
The next chamber is full of songbirds, if I remember right. Their music is like turtleweed. It will put you to sleep if you listen to it. They sleep most of the time, so the best thing is to pass through without waking them up. If they do awaken, then you must sing loud enough to drown out their music." "Great," Han said. "Whose idea was that?" "It seemed like a good idea at the time," Crow said. "I was an excellent singer.
But I don't want your throne." "Then what do you want?" "You.
Do not forget duty. But choose love when you can.
I've found it wise to enjoy any time of truce, while recognizing it for what it is. A truce.
(A)ny time you buy weapons, or build an army, you begin to look for an excuse to use them. Plus, you pose more of a threat to others.
Raisa felt relieved, yet oddly disappointed. She was the blooded princess heir, yet in servants' clothes she was apparently unrecognizable. In the stories, rulers had a natural presence about them that identified them as such, even dressed in rags. What's the nature of royalty, she wondered. Is it like a gown you put on that disappears when you take it off? Does anyone look beyond the finery? Could anyone in the queendom take her place, given the right accessories? If so, it was contrary to everything she'd ever been taught about bloodlines.
Just a rat, she repeated to herself. After all, there were rats in the palace. Human and otherwise. Could be worse.
I like rough edges. That's what makes a person real.
I have to think it's possible to suffer a great wrong and walk away from it. To build a life of small, exquisitely important moments.
Han made no effort to put up a brave front. Most of the time he just screamed himself hoarse, though a couple of times he amused himself by screaming Fionas's name as if he were in the throes of passion. FEEE-OHHH-NAAA! Lord Bayar made him pay for that, but afterward, Fiona didn't come down anymore, which Han appreciated.
As for my family, my father was Danel; he died as a mercenary in the southern wars," Han went on. "My mother's name was Sarah, called Sali, and my sister was Mari. They died last summer. But then, you already knew that. Every time you forget, I'll remind you. That's the blood sacrifice I made to be here, and that's enough.
They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.
Crow walked toward her, arms outstretched like a man in a dream, which he was, in a way. Sometimes a dream is enough.
He swept Raisa up into his arms and kissed her like it was his first, last, and only
The only way to get what you want is to make them more afraid of you than they are of each other.
Just because you're the enemy of my enemy don't mean you're my friend, Han thought.
Falling in love was like falling off a cliff. It felt pretty much like flying until you hit the ground.
You do not respond to an attempt on your life with a slap on the hand. Or a joke.
Crow paced back and forth, his form flickering like flame. "It's been a thousand years, Alister. I never intended for anyone to find it, so it's very well protected. One little misstep, and you and my line will be history." "Since when are you so concerned about your line?" Han said. Crow stared at him for a long moment. "Since I found out I had one.
The human mind had a remarkable ability both to discount what it sees and make reality conform to expectation.
More and more, there were no revelations, but simply the uncovering of truths long known but dimly remembered. Everything had been written long ago. There was nothing truly new in the world, but only the slow, circular march of time that revealed the old things once again.
Follow AzQuotes on Facebook, Twitter and Google+. Every day we present the best quotes! Improve yourself, find your inspiration, share with friends
or simply: