Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by John Flanagan

Quote by John Flanagan

“She didn't like the fact that she had reduced a man – no matter how evil he might be—to a drooling idiot.”

Quote by John Flanagan

Create image

Author

John Flanagan
John Flanagan

John Flanagan, born on May 22, 1944, is a renowned children's literature author. His works, characterized by adventure and growth themes, have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

You May Also Like

“I remembered Nahadoth's lips on my throat and fought to suppress a shudder, only half succeeding. Death as a consequence of lying with a god wasn't something I had considered, but it did not surprise me. A mortal man's strength had its limits. He spent himself and slept. He could be a good lover, but even his best skills were only guesswork - for every caress that sent a woman's head into the clouds, he might try ten that brought her back to earth.”

MenTryingMightEarthLyingHalfLoversSucceedTenSkillsLimitsConsequenceSurpriseLipsCloudsMortalsRememberedThroatCaressSurprise MeGuessworkGood Lovers
Author:N.K. Jemisin
Create image

“But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.”

PeopleLongSoulPastRememberWaitingBrokenBearsTasteLong TimeEssenceStructureEndureSmellTinyRuinsFaithfulFragilePersistentRecollectionTaste And Smell
Book:Swann's Way
Create image

“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.”

LifeFirstsSeemsSongChurchWonderLordCuttingTreeMinutesWorshipEarsDown AndSilentExcitedStormCeaseEnthusiasmCellsHillsGloriousBranchesTemplesStringsBellsThrillingCathedralsFiberRoaringHarpsGroveTree Of LifeIncenseForests And TreesMusic And LifeInspirational TreeTree BranchesOlive Trees
Book:My First Summer in the Sierra: Illustrated Edition
Create image