A Quotes
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“And then everything was in the hands of gravity, which has never had much love for the terminally stupid.”
Source: Feed: The Newsflesh Trilogy:
“And then fourth, we have that essential group of people who track programs and budgets to ensure that they align with the needs of preparation and warning, counterintelligence and support to the operational war fighter.”
“And then, from behind me: "I thought about you. Every day."
I froze, my hand still holding the canvas flap.
Cal's voice was slightly hoarse as he continued. "Three weeks is a long time to wonder where someone is. All that time, I thought maybe I'd done the wrong thing, telling you to find the Brannicks.
I turned around then. I wanted to make a joke, or say something sarcastic, anything that would cut the tension enveloping us. Instead, I said, "I thought about you, too.”
Source: Spell Bound
“And then God gave me insight: this was winter. It would end, in time, but not by my own doing. My responsibility was simply to know the season, and match my actions and inactions to it. It was to learn the slow hard discipline of waiting. It was my season to believe in spite of-to believe in the absence of evidence or emotion, when there's nothing, no bud, no color, no light, no birdsong, to validate belief. It was my time to walk without sight.”
“And then, God help me, on my first morning, in the first few minutes of my first morning, I felt that this alien northern countryside was friendly, that I’d turned a corner and that this summer of 1920, which was to smoulder on until the first leaves fell, was to be a propitious season of living, a blessed time.
I told myself that I didn’t care how long the job took me – what was left of July, August, September, even October. I was going to be happy, live simply, spend as little as paraffin, bread, vegetables and a bit of bully-beef now and then might cost me.”
Source: A Month in the Country
“And then Gossip Girl completely blew open the door to fashion for me. I'd go to fashion shows and call my publicist and say, 'Can I wear that?' I think I became my own stylist by not knowing any better. And once I was told it was time to get one, I thought: This is one of my favorite hobbies! And I'm going to pay someone to steal my hobby from me? That's a terrible idea!”
“And then, gradually, the memory of her would fade away, I had forgotten the girl of my dream.”
Source: Swann’s Way
“And then he [Mike Tyson] will have only channel vision.”
“And then he absolutely fucked me. I gasped when he pushed in with one hard motion. The feeling of being so full so suddenly when when I was already so wet and teased and ready to go was a buzz of heaven in my head as all other thoughts were pushed away.
"You like this," he commented. Another thrust, a moan from me. "You're tighter than you've ever been for me, do you know that?" Another thrust, and all I could do was breathe out the tension that was building in a strained sound of agreement. Hot kisses and hard thrusts soon blurred as both of us chased whatever high of the night we were barreling toward with abandon.
I knew my muscles would ache tomorrow. The instinct to resist, to pull, to free myself from the ropes and their constant foreign sensation didn't fall away for a long while. Not being able to run my hands down Caspian's chest, to wrap my arms around his shoulders, hell, to hold on for dear life as he grabbed my hips and filled me.
"Fuck, Caspian." I couldn't catch my breath.
"Hold on a little longer for me, Madeline," Caspian growled in my ear, then grabbed one of my thighs, lifting it as much as the rope would allow to give himself a deeper reach into me.
Hold on, he'd said. I barely managed that; it felt more like I was along for the ride than anything else. Which was probably the ropes' doing, but it still made for one hell of a fuck, and I made mental notes to ask Caspian what else he'd been fantasizing about.
He slowed our motion just enough that I whined as he kissed me hard, my hands itching to reach for him, to feel what of him I could, but coming up empty.
"Come for me," Caspian commanded. And fuck if I didn't obey. He had me wound so wet, so hot, so tight, that the fall from the climax sent my head spinning. I know I called out some sound that could have been his name or just some scrambled word or other as he hit my inner walls in all the right places. Over and over he thrust, riding out my orgasm until he found his own. I did what I could to catch my breath when Caspian filled me with his heat.”
Source: Dirty Lying Sirens
“And then he again uneasily saw, as he had latterly seen with more and more frequency, the scorn of Nature for man’s finer emotions, and her lack of interest in his aspirations.”
Source: Jude the Obscure
“And then he asked me how I felt about you.”
Now I put real effort into wrestling out of his choke hold, eventually succeeding. I pull back and stare at Shane, horrified. “He didn’t.”
“He did.” His expression is carefully blank, dark eyes fathomless.
“And…you said…”
“I said…”
“That you’re in awe of me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That you admire my work ethic?”
“Yep.”
“And envy my wicked sense of humor?”
“No.”
“My fabulous legs?”
“Meh.”
“You lie!”
Source: Just Once
“And then he asked me if I liked him. Blushing, I kicked at a rock and mumbled, “Yeah, I do.” Then he was gone.”
Source: Moon River
“And then he began to laugh in a peculiar way of his own which was both violent and soundless. His heavy reclining body, draped in its black gown, heaved to and fro. His knees drew themselves up to his chin. His arms dangled over the sides of the chair and were helpless. His head rolled from side to side. It was as though he were in the last stages of strychnine poisoning. But no sound came, nor did his mouth even open. Gradually the spasm grew weaker, and when the natural sand colour of his face had returned (for his corked-up laughter had turned it dark red) he began his smoking again in earnest.”
Source: Gormenghast
“And then he bent his own neck and put the chain upon it, and at once his head was bowed to the ground with the weight of the Ring, as if a great stone had been strung on him. But slowly, as if the weight became less, or new strength grew in him, he raised his head, and then with a great effort got to his feet and found that he could walk and bear his burden.”
Source: The Lord of the Rings
“And then he came in for the kiss. It was him and I was so used to him, but in a totally different way. A new way. Changing everything and realizing that nothing really had to change. He was already mine. His kiss was just ours. So different than the accidental kiss when we were kids. His lips tasted good. Slow and gentle, but my heart was racing fast. He stopped and checked my eyes. I nodded slightly. I was good. This was good.”
Source: Drowning in Stars
“and then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)
“And then he danced,-all foreigners excel the serious Angels in the eloquence of pantomime;-he danced, I say, right well, with emphasis, and a'so with good sense-a thing in footing indispensable: he danced without theatrical pretence, not like a ballet-master in the van of his drill'd nymphs, but like a gentleman.”
“And then he draws the lamb in one smooth strong stroke, and slaps and rakes its wet mosslike fur to make it breathe, feels the power of its fast heartbeat in the chicken-bone cage of its ribs, still wet in his hands from the grease of birth, all these things of life, from jissom to mucus slavered between thighs to the wet sack of birth and glistening oiled newborn thing—all of these things of life awatered.”
Source: The Dig
“And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see', Quoth he, 'how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot.”
Source: As You Like it
“And then he flew home and cooked his mother and brothers a resplendent turkey dinner, with sausage stuffing, maple-glazed sweet potatoes, and a chutney made with peaches, pears, pineapple, and a dash of curry.”
Source: Comfort Food
“And then he flipped us with an inhuman speed that made me breathless, leaving me flat on my back before I'd realized it had even happened. I'd seen hints of his more-than-human strength before, but there was something primal, wild about the way he climbed atop me now.
He leaned over me, his dark hair falling into his eyes.
"Please," he rasped, his voice thick with his fraying restraint. His forearms were all corded muscle and shaking tension as he held himself perfectly still above me. My finger was still between his lips. He looked like he might die if I withdrew it. "I want to feel you."
I nodded, understanding from the desperate look in his eyes what he was asking me.
"Please," I whispered.
With a grunt and one delicious thrust of his hips he was fully seated inside me. I gasped, stunned, the sheer enormity of him stealing the breath from my lungs. My body clenched and unclenched involuntarily, struggling to adjust to his size as he tried to hold himself back.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down into a searing kiss. I'd never been with someone this big before, and the delicious way my body had to stretch to accommodate him felt incredible. He was everywhere, all at once, and I wanted him to move, to feel the glorious sensual pleasure of him sliding in and out of my body. I wanted to have him in my arms as we moved together, to fall apart in ecstasy as I held him close.
On a shaky exhale he slowly pulled out, and then thrust back into me with so much force the headboard knocked against the wall. I slid my hands down his backside, gripping the hard muscle beneath my fingertips as I tried to pull him even deeper inside me.
"Is this okay?" The cords in his neck stood out in sharp relief as he fought to hold on.
"Yes."
He groaned, feral, his lips so close to the overly sensitive skin of my neck I felt it more than heard it. Whatever thin filament of restraint he'd been clinging to seemed to snap with another sharp thrust of his hips. And then another. And another.
"Mine," he growled, the speed of his thrusts increasing, his voice taking on a deep rumbling timbre I'd never heard from him before. I answered with an incoherent moan, writhing beneath him, pinned to the mattress by his strong hands and the relentless pace of his hips.
He'd been a patient and giving lover earlier. Now, he was using me, my body--- my blood--- for his own pleasure. The realization that he wasn't going to let me out of his bed until he'd thoroughly had his way with me thrilled me.”
Source: My Roommate Is a Vampire
“And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.”
Source: The Hunger Games
“And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.”
“And then he kissed me. He did it so casually that I almost didn't register what he was doing. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, like it was something he'd done a million times before, like it was the natural end to all our lunch dates.”
Source: Still Me
“And then he kisses me. Yes, the beautiful vampire, the dark general, the one who never gets close to anyone, leans in and presses his lips against mine. This kiss is soft. Gentle. Light. Like a butterfly’s wing whisking my lips.”
Source: Stake That
“And then he knelt in the grass before me so we were eye level.
I froze.
His next move surprised me the most. Calmly, he said, “Fear is not weakness. It reminds us that we are human—with limitations. We are not gods. But, instead of hiding our fear, what if we faced it? For in facing what makes us afraid, we become stronger.”
Source: Reactive
“And then he laughed—he fucking laughed—at me. Chuckled. Like I was a stupid toddler throwing a stupid tantrum over a stupid toy, and not a full-grown adult running through murder weapons in my head.”
Source: A Deal with the Bossy Devil
“And then he leaned forward and my stomach collapsed, taking in that last breath. I closed my eyes and watched in awe as all the butterflies flew up into the sky, free, mingling with the exploding lights.”
Source: The High Road
“And then— He leans in. Not much. Just slightly. Just enough that if she moved even an inch— Their lips would touch.”
Source: Between Us: A Slow-Burn Romance Full of Banter, Chaos, and Unfinished Conversations
“And then he left. He just left!”
Source: The One
“And then he left, and came back, and our lives fell apart, like a well-loved book that you’d read and read again, until one night you picked it up to read yourself to sleep and the binding collapsed, sending dozens of pages spiraling toward the floor.”
Source: Good in Bed
“And then he might say, "A man can hold two hearts in the same hand and not let them touch."
And if you asked him what that meant, he would just tell you he needed to get back to work.”
Source: Everything Sad Is Untrue
“And then he pressed into her. First his thighs, then his middle, his chest, and finally his mouth. She made a whimpering sound, but its definition was unclear even to her, until she realized that her arms had gone around him instinctually, and that she was clutching his back, his shoulders, her hands restless and greedy for the feel of him. He kissed her openmouthed, using his tongue, and when she kissed back, she felt the hum that vibrated deep inside his chest. It was the kind of hungry sound she hadn’t heard in a long time. Masculine and carnal, it thrilled and aroused her.”
“And then he's grabbing my hand, and pulling me into a storage room they use for art supplies. And he puts his finger to his lips, and the walls are filled with pads of paper and boxes of colored pencils and jars of paint,
and I'm laughing
and he shuts the door behind us
and leans up against it to stop anyone coming in
and like he's trying to get up his nerve now that he's started something,
before we've ever gone to the dumplings and the movies—
he leans in and kisses me.
His lips are cold. The kiss is soft. He has gum in his mouth, and he stops, and giggles nervously, and takes it out and throws it in the trash can,
and looks like he feels embarrassed to have kissed me with the gum,
but I don't care,
and so now I kiss him,
and he's tall enough that he has to bend down to get to me,
and I put my hand on his neck, which is smooth and warm,
and we kiss for a minute in the storage room,and I want to run my hands up his shirt suddenly—
but I don't.
He pulls away for a second and touches my cheek.
“I thought you'd never ask,” he whispers.
“I thought I never would either,” I say, “but I did.”
“Good job,” he says, and kisses me again.”
Source: Fly on the Wall: How One Girl Saw Everything
“And then he's somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I'm somewhere outside of myself, thinking about lust— about my slutty white sheets and all the men who like to hide in them.”
“And then he sank back and tried, as usual, not to think. He must succeed. That's what the world was made for. That's what he was made for. That was what he would have to do.”
Source: The Genius
“And then he saw her burning eyes. They gazed at him calmly and he saw in them benediction.
He fell to his knees before her, pressing his face to her purple-velvet-clad-belly. "Séraphine, Séraphine, Séraphine. O most beloved of women, most fiery of saints, never leave me, please. I'll erect columns of white marble to you, build gardens of delight for you, cause ships to sail and warriors to rise for you, if you'll only remain by my side."
She smiled down at him and cupped his cheeks. "Valentine, do you love me?"
Ah, God, it was like a shot to the gut.
He squeezed tight his eyes. To come so close and lose her because of this. "If I were able I would love you as no man has ever loved a woman since the beginning of time."
She knelt then to face him and whispered, "But you are able."
He clutched her. He wouldn't let her go, no, not even when she realized... "Séraphine, my darling, burning one, do you not remember? I told you, so long ago now, that I lacked that part. I cannot-"
"But you can, Valentine." She touched a finger to his cheek and then showed it to him.
He blinked.
Her finger was wet. His eyes were wet.
She smiled at him, his burning Séraphine, and it was as if the night sky were ablaze. "You love me."
"I love you," he said in wonder, and felt his chest fill with warmth. "I love you."
"And I love you," she whispered, her hands cupping his face.
So he kissed her until she was limp and pliable and so very hot against him, and then he purred into her ear, "Does that mean you'll become my duchess, darling Bridget Crumb?"
And when she sighed back, "Oh, yes, Val," he picked her up and carried her off to have his wicked, wicked way with her.
Because he might have a heart now but some things weren't ever going to change.”
Source: Duke of Sin
“And then he says something like this ... "I would die for you. But I won't live for you." Something like that. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people.”
Source: The Perks of Being a Wallflower
“And then he smiled and it was full of warm welcome and tender delight.
‘Gus—I am so glad to see you.’
Lud, the way he said my name; it was as if I could lean into that soft sibilance and feel the wrap of it around me like two strong arms.”
Source: The Ladies Road Guide to Utter Ruin
“And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks.”
“And then he tells her stories. Myths he learned from his instructor. Fantasies he created himself, inspired by bits and pieces of others read in archaic books with crackling spines.”
“And then he thought: Is this how idiots rationalize their stupidity to themselves?”
Source: Ender's Game Boxed Set: Ender's Game, Ender's Shadow
“And then he turned, and did not weep:
too dark his heart, the wound too deep.”
Source: Beren and Lúthien
“And then he wakes up. Sweating. Panting. Always the same. The worst part is not the sleeplessness. The worst part is the general darkness the dream leaves over him, a gray film that clouds over the day. Even his happy moments feel encased, like holes jabbed in a hard sheet of ice.”
Source: The Five People You Meet In Heaven
“And then he was gone. Leaving nothing but the swish of the front door, and a mountain of possibilities in his wake.”
Source: Ana J. Awakens
“And then he was kissing her, and she was struck by his nearness, his solidity, his smell. It was of the garden and the earth and the sun. When Cassandra opened her eyes, she realized she was crying. She wasn't sad, though, these were the tears of being found, of having come home after a long time away.”
Source: The Forgotten Garden: A Novel
“And then he was kissing me like we were both on fire and he was trying to put the flames out, and I kissed him back like an arsonist with a pocketful of matches.”
Source: The Anatomical Shape of a Heart
“And then he went in the evening up to the nursery and told the boy how his mother was gone for a while to Elfland, to her father's palace (which may only be told of in song). And, unheeding any words of Orion then, he held on with the brief tale that he had come to tell, and told how Elfland was gone.
"But that cannot be," said Orion, "for I hear the horns of Elfland every day."
"You can hear them?" Alveric said.
And the boy replied, "I hear them blowing at evening.”
Source: The King of Elfland's Daughter
“And then he'd tried to become an official Atheist and hadn't got the rock-hard self-satisfied strength of belief even for that.”
“And then Henry saw it. The tart. It was small, so small it could fit in the palm of his hand, and filled with some kind of fruit- apple, probably, or maybe pear or some kind of stone fruit- but the fruit was sliced so thin that Henry couldn't tell what it was. Each slice was arranged like the petal of a flower, so that the tart looked exactly like a rose. A buttery, sugary, edible pastry rose.”
Source: Love à la Mode