A Quotes
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“As he thinks, so he is; as he continues to think, so he remains.”
Source: As a Man Thinketh
“As he thought of it, though, he could not imagine what “just living” might actually be. He had never done it in his life. But he wanted to do it anyway.”
Source: The Ender Quintet
“As he tightened his embrace around her, he knew he'd made the right choice.
He held the whole world in his arms.”
Source: Early Dawn
“As he took her hand
he gave her
all she had been
waiting for--
a shiver
down her spine.”
Source: Love Her Wild
“As he took her hand she saw him look her over from head to foot, a gesture she recognized and that made her feel at home, but gave her always a faint feeling of superiority to whoever made it. If her person was property she could exercise whatever advantage was inherent in its ownership.”
Source: Three Novels: Tender is the Night; The Beautiful and Damned; Thi
“As he took possession of it, he was overcome by a sense of something like sacred awe. He carefully spread his horse blanket on the ground as if dressing an altar and lay down on it. He felt blessedly wonderful. He was lying a hundred and fifty feet below the earth, inside the loneliest mountain in France - as if in his own grave. Never in his life had he felt so secure, certainly not in his mother's belly. The world could go up on flames out there, but he would not even notice it here. He even began to cry softly. He did not know who to thank for such good fortune.”
Source: Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
“As he took them in his arms, the crying of the babies permeated the night like a trail of blood calling out to a predator.”
Source: The Midnight Palace
“As he turned back to her, Cassandra stood on her toes to kiss him. He claimed his reward immediately, fitting his mouth to hers and taking a long, ardent taste. Her head swam, and she welcomed the exploration of his tongue. He savored and consumed her, with a kiss more aggressive than any he'd given her before. It made her knees weak and turned her bones fluid. Her body listed toward his and was instantly gathered into the hard urgency of his embrace. Desire curled through her in hot tendrils that insinuated themselves in deep, private places. Her throat caught on a whimper of protest as his mouth lifted from hers.
"We'd better start negotiating," he said raggedly. "The first issue is how much time you'll want to spend with me."
"All of it," Cassandra said, and sought his lips again.
Tom chuckled. "I would. I... oh, you're so sweet... no, I'm... God. It's time to stop. Really." He crushed his mouth against her hair to avoid her kisses. "You're about to be deflowered in the library."
"Didn't that already happen?" she asked, and felt the shape of his smile.
"No," he whispered, "you're still a virgin. Albeit slightly more experienced than two days ago." He brought his mouth closer to her ear. "Did you like what I did?"
She nodded, her face turning so hot that she could feel her cheeks throb. "I wanted more."
"I'd like to give you more. As soon as possible.”
Source: Chasing Cassandra
“As he turns around and her eyes meet his, she lets go off the breath that she had been holding back. All the words she had practised to say when the moment arrived, dissolve at the tip of her tongue. All the things she wanted him to know escape her in the thick blanket of nostalgia that wraps itself around her.”
Source: More Than Just Friends
“As he waited for her, he braced himself for the sight of her, ready to turn out the light as soon as she reached her bed.
But when Daniela came in, she wasn’t wearing her nightgown. She returned from the bathroom in a bath towel. And then she locked the door behind her and dropped the towel. Drops of water glistened on her naked skin as if she’d been painted with diamonds.
“Christ,” he breathed.”
Source: Girl in the Water
“As he walked along the crowded streets, he almost wished for the old days, and carelessly wondered how many men he had killed here.”
Source: Pocho
“As he walked away, he had one question in his head. How was it possible, in the age of global communication, when all cultural, linguistic, geographical, and economic borders had been erased from the face of the earth, that this vast new realm had only created a multitude of loners, infinite numbers of lonely people in communication with one another, yes, but still in a state of utter solitude?”
“As he walked, he felt the darkness behind him, following him. He swore he heard it whisper, “Run!”
Source: Foundations of Faith
“As he walked, he knew the bathroom instantly because of the reflective tile floor. Hers would be the last door again. As he took another step forward, he could see a sliver of skin cut by the light, reflecting a glimpse of her pale skin. It served as a beacon to him, an invitation to touch something that would only belong to him. Could only be his.”
Source: Club Dishabille
“As he walked, his gaze drifted to Findlater’s Corner. The familiar landmark, with its ornate clock and proud stag’s head cresting the building, should have been a reassuring sight. But something was wrong. The clock—he couldn’t look away—was spinning wildly, its hands racing in a frenzied loop. A jolt of fear shot through him, visceral and inexplicable, freezing him mid-step.
And then it happened.
A blinding flash seared his vision, the shriek of brakes tearing through the air. A horn blared, deafening and close. Time splintered into jagged fragments, each moment stretching into eternity as he turned, his pulse pounding in his ears.
The truck barrelled toward him, a monstrous wall of gleaming metal and unstoppable force. His breath hitched—too fast, too close. Panic clutched at him; his body frozen in place even as his mind screamed to move.”
Source: Findlater's Corner: book 1 of the Gorstan Chronicles
“As he walked past the newsstand, he couldn't help sniffing the air, searching for hints of bacon, coconut, and vanilla. Combined with John's declaration that he needed to get laid, he couldn't get that smell off his mind, or her adorable freckles, or the broken expression on her face as she blew past him on the sidewalk. Such a marvelous creature deserved someone who understood her talents- someone like him, perhaps.”
Source: The Coincidence of Coconut Cake
“As he walked to the car, Walter raised his arms and gently moved them up and down as if he meant to take flight. He looked at me and said, "I feel like a bird, I feel like a bird.”
Source: Just Mercy
“As he walks away on his own two feet--the toddler's body-mind has reached its moment of perfection. The world is his and he the mighty conqueror of all he beholds.... As long as mother sticks around in the wings, the mighty acrobat confidently performs his trick of twirling in circles, walking on tiptoe, jumping, climbing, staring, naming. He is joyous, filled with his grandeur and wondrous omnipotence.”
“As he walks me back to my room, I begin to realize that good and bad are relative terms, and that my world, for now, is a constant shade of gray.”
“As he was about to climb yet another dune, his heart whispered, "Be aware of the place where you are brought to tears. That's where I am, and thats where your treasure is.”
“As he was about to leave, she said, "Murtagh." He paused and turned to regard her. She hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage and said, "Why?" She though he understood her meaning: Why her? Why save her, and now why try to rescue her? She had guessed at the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it. He stared at her for the longest while, and then, in a low, hard voice, he said, "You know why.”
Source: The Inheritance Cycle Complete Collection: Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr, Inheritance
“As he was about to press the button to shut the doors, a young woman stepped in. She had that sort of beauty that deserved to be prosecuted for appearing without notice. Professor Khupe was confident that an appropriate law existed for such a purpose. However, no prosecutor could remain undistracted for long enough to find the said law in the criminal code. The young lady would enjoy a life of impunity.”
Source: Sprout of Disruption
“As he was bringing his hands up her sides, his fingers just barely brushed the outer curve of her breasts, and she gasped into his mouth.
Shane immediately sat her upright, and moved to the other end of the couch. His face was flushed; his eyes were bright and no longer looked even a little bit tired. “No,’” he said, and held out his hand like a traffic cop when she tried to scoot closer. “Red flag. If you make that sound again, we are in trouble. Or I am, anyway.”
Source: The Dead Girls' Dance
“As he was gasping for air he realized something. He was in deep shit. Haley was his life now. His woman. His heart.
He was so screwed.”
Source: Playing for Keeps
“As he was growing up, his family moved and lived in a number of different places in Utah, Arizona, and Wyoming. I didn't know then that moving around so much should have been a problem, so it wasn't.”
“As he was leaving it occurred to him that he would not come back, to this zoo or to any of them.
With the elephants more than any of the others, he thought as he left them--as he left behind these great beasts who recognized him when he came, who rumbled and swayed sadly--he could feel them waiting. He had thought at first it was food they were waiting for. Here they were, the last animals, locked up and ogled, who had no chance remaining of not being alone. Here they were, and what he had assumed in his smallness was that they wanted food. It was possible to be fooled by the signs of their animation, in the course of a day. But it was not food that interested them. Food was only a diversion for them, because they had little else.
They were not waiting for food, but they were, in fact, waiting. He had not been wrong about that. It was obvious: all of them waited and they waited, up until their last day and their last night of sleep. They never gave up waiting, because they had nothing else to do. They waited to go back to the bright land; they waited to go home.”
Source: How the Dead Dream
“As he was moaning heavily in my ear, he looked at me and asked: "what are we doing?"
I didn't bother myself to understand his question, I countinued grapping him harder and deeper..
So he repeated it, "Tell me, what are we doing?"
I answered with a moquing yet assertive tone "HHm, we re FUCKING OFC"
He stopped, I swear I could hear his heart dropped to his balls
Come again? Fucking you said??
Yes arent we?
No, we are making love
I laughed as hard as I can
Making Love you said? Oh love, we would be making love if we were couple
we are just one night stand, it just happens that, that one night is on loop
"When did you become so cruel?" as he was leaving my body..
Cruel? oh I've learnt from the best don't you agree?
You are the one who said u're not ready for a relationship and you gave me all the bs about how you're not the one, and you're gonna deny me the opp to be with a better man bla bla bla
So please spare me the emotions and dnt give me those puppy eyes
I said those words as if I was possesed with all the hate and anger I have for him for the past 6 years
I stopped for a moment and said
I guess we r no longer fucking right?
A tear came down to his cheek
and I could feel it burning the ashes in my heart
I dressed up and as I was leaving the motel, he grabbed me from behind
hands over my breast
breathing behind my neck
Fucking you said..huh? I promise you that I'm finished you won't be able to walk".. he groans into my ear
And i could feel him hard as stone again..
"“I believe that is what they call an erection." teasing him I said
つづく”
“As he was moaning heavily in my ear, he looked at me and asked: "what are we doing?"
I didn't bother myself to understand his question, I countinued grapping him harder and deeper..
So he repeated it, "Tell me, what are we doing?"
I answered with a moquing yet assertive tone:
"HHm, we re FUCKING OFC"
He stopped, I swear I could hear his heart dropped to his balls
"Come again? Fucking you said?? "
"Yes arent we?"
"No, we are making love"
I laughed as hard as I can
"Making Love you said? Oh love, we would be making love if we were couple
we are just one night stand, it just happens that, that one night is on loop"
"When did you become so cruel?" as he was leaving my body..
"Cruel? oh I've learnt from the best don't you agree?,
"You are the one who said u're not ready for a relationship and you gave me all the bs about how you're not the one, and you're gonna deny me the opp to be with a better man bla bla bla
So please spare me the emotions and dnt give me those puppy eyes"
I said those words as if I was possesed with all the hate and anger I have for him for the past 6 years
I stopped for a moment and said
"I guess we r no longer fucking right?"
A tear came down to his cheek
and I could feel it burning the ashes in my heart
I dressed up and as I was leaving the motel, he grabbed me from behind
hands over my breast
breathing behind my neck
"Fucking you said..huh? I promise you that when I'm finished you won't be able to walk".. he groans into my ear
And i could feel him hard as stone again..
"I believe that is what they call an erection." teasing him I said
つづく”
“As he was pummeled into one tight spot after another, emerging each time breathless and in amazed chagrin, Bryan flushed, with spots of anger in his cheeks. His whole body sagged. Before our very eyes, he became a beaten man.”
“As he was raising his hand to his lips, it occurred to him that this was the first time in all his years that he had eaten something that was prepared by hands of unknown caste. Perhaps it was this thought, or perhaps it was just the smell of the food--it happened, at any rate, that he was assailed by a nausea so powerful that he could not bring his fingers to his mouth. The intensity of his body's resistance amazed him: for the fact was that he did not believe in caste, or at least he had said, many, many times, to his friends and anyone else who would listen. If, in answer, they accused him of having become too tash, overly Westernized, his retort was always to say, no, his allegiance was to the Buddha, the Mahavira, Shri Chaitanya, Kabir and many others such--all of whom had battled against the boundaries of caste with as much determinations as any European revolutionary. Neel had always taken pride in laying claim to this lineage of egalitarianism, all the more so since it was his prerogative to see on a Raja's guddee: but why, then, had he never before eaten anything prepared by an unknown hand?”
Source: Sea of Poppies
“As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.”
“As he watched, he could not help but think that the flames mirrored what he felt deep in his heart – a desire to consume everything that stood in the path of his destiny and leave nothing behind but ashes.”
Source: A Heart Full of Malice
“As he watched her sleeping, under wretched and insufficient blankets, in the cold nights which swooped down after the panting sun-drenched days, his dry heart blossomed in tenderness. . . . To think that he had once esteemed people because they understood Goossens's music or James Joyce's fiction, because they wore sleek clothes and were clever at the use of forks, because they could set up wooden words as a barricade against roaring life!”
Source: Mantrap
“As he watched Joe stand, blazing, on the fire escape, Sammy felt an ache in his chest that turned out to be, as so often occurs when memory and desire conjoin with a transient effect of weather, the pang of creation. The desire he felt, watching Joe, was unquestionably physical, but in the sense that Sammy wanted to inhabit the body of his cousin, not possess it. It was, in part, a longing--common enough among the inventors of heroes--to be someone else; to be more than the result of two hundred regimens and scenarios and self-improvement campaigns that always ran afoul of his perennial inability to locate an actual self to be improved. Joe Kavalier had an air of competence, of faith in his own abilities, that Sammy, by means of constant effort over the whole of his life, had finally learned only to fake.”
Source: The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay
“As he watched the leaves dancing with the wind while the branches tilted to indulge their rhythm, Drake understood they were just the same. Life and the events it threw in their path were the winds trying to break them. Hope was the leaf that loved to dance and go where that led her. He understood that he needed to be the branch to anchor her but still let her dance.”
“As he watches me, he murmurs, “I’ve just always wanted to see a shark attack up close. So much blood.”
Source: Book Lovers
“As he watches the sun rise, what grieves him is that he failed her. He thinks of the terror she felt. They tell him it was quick, as if that will somehow confine the horror.”
Source: Loving Frank
“As he weeps to wicked birds of prey, who pick up on his bread crumb sins, and there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.”
“As he went along the path he stopped to look at the plants. He paused by the kitchen plot to pick leaves from the aromatic herbs and rub them in his hands. He lingered among the flower beds, bending to smell or to touch the petals. When he got to the statue hidden by the yew bushes he laughed, then backed off to see it from a bit farther away. He shifted his head from side to side, then, imitating the figure, he lifted his hands to play an imaginary flute and raised one knee in a Bacchic dance.
When Celia heard Dennis laughing near the statue she came to greet him and introduce himself.
"Oh, you caught me dancing with this faun fellow! I am so glad to finally meet you," he said. "Your plume poppies are glorious," he said. "The whole garden is. I hope you will walk me through it when there's time."
"Of course I will." Celia almost hugged him for his appreciation. "I'm glad you like the poppies. I can give you some if you like, but they are complete thugs. Hooligans! They escape wherever you put them, they multiply and take over. You really have to keep an eye on them.”
Source: The Garden Party: A Novel
“As he went down the steps to the street, something was troubling him. Something about the Vietcong officer, his face, the expression of frozen astonishment.
At the end of the street passers-by turned to look at the young lawyer who threw back his head and laughed at the madness of Fate. Absently he rubbed his left hand where the one-time enemy's hot nut oil in the tunnel had scalded him.”
Source: Avenger
“As Hegel put it, only when it is dark does the owl of Minerva begin its flight. Only in extinction is the collector comprehend.”
Source: Illuminations
“As Hegel said, tragedy was not the conflict between right and wrong but right and right, a dilemma none of us who wanted to participate in history could escape. The major had the right to live, and I was right to kill him. Wasn't I?”
Source: The Sympathizer
“As Hegel well knew, the ascent of reason has never followed a straight line.”
Source: Political Econ of Growth
“As Heinz Pagels has said, The challenge to our civilization which has come from our knowledge of the cosmic energies that fuels the stars, the movement of light and electrons through matter, the intricate molecular order which is the biological basis of life, must be met by the creation of a moral and political order which will accommodate these forces or we shall be destroyed. It will try our deepest resources of reason and compassion.”
“As heirs to a legacy more than two centuries old, it is understandable why present-day Americans would take their own democracy for granted. A president freely chosen from a wide-open field of two men every four years; a Congress with a 99% incumbency rate; a Supreme Court comprised of nine politically appointed judges whose only oversight is the icy scythe of Death -- all these reveal a system fully capable of maintaining itself. But our perfect democracy, which neither needs nor particularly wants voters, is a rarity. It is important to remember there still exist other forms of government in the world today, and that dozens of foreign countries still long for a democracy such as ours to be imposed on them.”
Source: America (The Book): A Citizen's Guide to Democracy Inaction
“As helpers, we often feel the need to see our impact in tangible, measurable ways. We allow negative language into our head about the “broken system;” we look through a lens of “it doesn’t matter, I can’t make a difference”. These ideas are surely contributing to our burnout.”
Source: Helping Effortlessly: A Book of Inspiration and Healing
“As Hemingway wrote to Fitzgerald, describing the act of letter-writing: “Such a swell way to keep from working and yet feel you’ve done something”
Source: At Large and At Small: Familiar Essays
“As Henry Moore carved
or modelled his sculpture every day,
he strove to surpass Donatello
4. and failed, but woke the next morning
elated for another try.”
“As her analyst had told her: the deeper buried the distress, the further into the body it went. The digestive system was about as far as it could go to hide.”
Source: What Dreams May Come: A Novel
“As her aunt stroked her forehead, she thought that, yes, finally she understood what a homecoming was supposed to be. It was to be comfortable in a way you couldn't be elsewhere. It was to be mothered into an oblivious ooze.”
Source: Bliss Montage