C Quotes
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“Casi siempre tuve que abrir los ojos a la ceniza de un amanecer, buscar una bata fría y ver llegar la fatiga anterior a todo esfuerzo, el sabor a pizarra de un día interminable. No sé vivir sin cansancio, sin dormir; no sé por qué la noche odia mi sueño y lo combate, murciélagos afrontados sobre mi cuerpo desnudo.”
Source: Save Twilight: Selected Poems
“Casi todas las heridas sanan con cariño, Irina. Tienes que amarte a ti y amarme a mí.”
Source: The Japanese Lover
“Casi todo aburrimiento es funcional, si de la provocación de una reacción depende que lo sea. [...] ¡El aburrimiento es cuestión de tiempo!”
Source: La enfermedad del aburrimiento
“Casi todo el mundo estará de acuerdo en que los humanos no somos telépatas. No podemos enviar nuestros pensamientos i nuestras emociones directas a la mente de otra persona. Sin embargo, tú escuchas mi historia e imaginas las cosas que describo, igual que las visualizo yo en mi propia mente. ¿Cómo llamar a eso sino una forma de telepatía?”
Source: Tress of the Emerald Sea
“Casi todo el mundo se avergüenza de su juventud, no es muy cierto que se añore como se dice, más bien se relega o rehúye y con facilidad o esfuerzo se confina el origen a la esfera de los malos sueños, o de las novelas, o de lo que no ha existido. La juventud se oculta, la juventud es secreta para quienes ya no nos conocen jóvenes.”
Source: A Heart So White
“Casi todos hablan de la paz mundial. Esperan que de alguna manera la paz aparezca mágicamente a su alrededor, y así todos serán felices entonces. De lo que no se dan cuenta es de que, en realidad, la paz no puede surgir de la nada, sino de su propia mente. ¡Cómo puedes esperar que el mundo sea un lugar pacífico, si tú mismo no estás en paz dentro de ti mismo! La paz mundial no es más que el estado mental colectivo de los humanos pacíficos. Por lo tanto, todo comienza con los humanos, cada humano, cada uno de nosotros.”
“Casi todos los adultos están vacíos. Los ves intentando llenarse de alcohol, o de dinero, o de Dios, o de fama, o de lo que idolatren, y eso los pudre por dentro hasta que solo queda el dinero, o el alcohol, o el Dios que creían que iba a salvarlos.”
“Casi todos los días recuerdo la reflexión de Saadi que que no existe una tiranía tan sin sentido como la de los subordinados.”
“Casi todos los hombres nos aburrimos inconscientemente. El aburrimiento es el fondo de la vida, y el aburrimiento es el que ha inventado los juegos, las distracciones, las novelas y el amor. La niebla de la vida rezuma un dulce aburrimiento, licor agridulce. Todos estos sucesos cotidianos, insignificantes; todas estas dulces conversaciones con que matamos el tiempo y alargamos la vida, ¿qué son sino dulcísimo aburrirse?”
Source: Niebla
“Casi todos nuestros clientes dejan de existir -¡no queda el alma!- o los reencarna el Dummkopf, al que no le gusta ceder a ninguna de sus criaturas, grandes o pequeñas, juiciosas o insensatas, lo cual puede que sea una razón de que el mundo esté cada vez más plagado de mediocridad.”
Source: The Castle in the Forest
“Casillas saying he wouldn't sign Messi for Madrid? Messi has a place in every team in the world.”
“casino owners spoke more loudly than any of the other kings of industry to defend their contribution to society. They could speak more loudly because theirs was the purest activity of civilized man. They had transcended the need for a product. They could maintain and advance life with machines that made nothing but money.”
Source: Desert of the Heart: A Novel
“Casinos are spreading like wildfire, and it seems to be an entertainment option that a significant number of people engage in. That's just the reality of gaming that it is proving to be attractive to a great number of people.”
“Casinos don't bring business except for the gambling boys”
“Casper didn't give me direction for what to do if somebody I used to really like-like, somebody who would be somebody good to love, somebody right, somebody who understood about me, turned out to not have the same ideas about me.”
Source: Girl in Pieces
“Casper jumped up onto the table and plopped down on the pile of papers, like it was a little bed laid out just for him.”
Source: The Pumpkin Spice Café
“Casper stood on the threshold. He was soaked to the bone, but the sodden look somehow only served to make him look more attractive. It seemed almost a kind of magic in its right.”
Source: The Maiden Ship
“Casper Wyo., population 18,000 when I was born, was large enough to hold the surprises of civilization, but small enough that the prairie was close by - for some in our town, right out the front door - stretching on forever, under the great curving sky.”
Source: Blue Skies, No Fences: A Memoir of Childhood and Family
“Caspian dragged his tongue over my entrance, playful and exploratory at first but soon he was teasing my clit, and I was already squirming.
“You like that, do you?” he mused.
“My weak spot,” I managed to get out. “Slightly higher, bigger cirCLE—“
Caspian barely needed the directions before he had me completely figured out. My breath quickly turned to needy panting, and at some point my hands moved down to thread my fingers through his lush, dark hair. It was as soft as I’d imagined.
Changing speed and rhythm, he had me at his mercy quickly. When I truly started to squirm for him, he seemed to sense the building climax winding me tight. He introduced a finger just inside my entrance, toying with me as his mouth focused on the bud of nerves that was driving me wild.
“Caspian—“ I barely managed his name in warning when he added a second finger, attacked my clit with new fervor, and unwound me entirely. I screamed, mostly figuring that out because I scared off a bird outside the window and its flapping wings registered in my ears. Caspian didn’t stop until my orgasm had well and truly run out. With hazy vision, I moved my gaze to his.
“Fuck,” I managed, drawing a satisfied sound from deep in his chest.
“That’s the idea, Madeline.” He slid his body up until he hovered over me. His hair was mussed from my fingers running through it and his mouth was wet and swollen from pleasuring me.
My eyes drifted down, where I had a good look of his hard chest through the top of his loose Atlantean shirt. Raising one leg gently, I made sure to brush it softly against the hardness I found in his pants. Good, if he was hard…
“My turn,” I whispered, and his eyes darkened with a heated anticipation.”
Source: Dirty Lying Sirens
“Caspian Marks, he... he is a lot of things. He was made to mean something, to be someone, to move mountains, touch the moon, and explore the deep blue seas. He was made to become someone extraordinary. So don’t you dare let him be stripped of that potential, and help him see his potential if needs it. Sometimes he will, sometimes he won’t. And if at any time you ever need the reminder, he may be a lot of things, but Caspian Marks will never be a heartbreaker. He is not meant to break hearts.”
Caspian Marks was a lot of things. He was irritating and brave and calculative and helpful and articulate and beautiful and funny in his own way. He was a lot of things, Caspian Marks, but out of all the things he was out of the many things in the world he could be, he was a lover. He was a lover, and he loved me.”
Source: Counting Stars
“Caspian Marks, like it was the most natural, instinctive thing to do in the entire world, like he had done it a million times before and would do it a million times more if he had to; without hesitation... he caught me. He caught me like I was meant to fall into his arms. Like that was where I should’ve been all along, and if I wanted to, where I could fall into for the rest of my life.”
Source: Counting Stars
“Caspian Marks was the sun, too.
He was the person who was bright and beaming, lightened up the world of everyone around him, even those who did not truly regard him; because he was always there, and his warmth was always constant. He outshined everyone without ever trying. Had no competition that could compete with his luminescence and energy. His heart was grand and his soul was the most radiant thing about him—he made sure of it. His eyes, they even shined, too. And others would, without a doubt, if not already, revolve their life around him. Their world would turn... because of him; he’d help them spin it. They would go on and have the ability to, because of him; he’d help them through it.
Caspian Marks... he was the sun.”
Source: Counting Stars
“Caspian Marks, you are already a somebody. You are designed to mean something, to be a somebody. If you play football for the sole reason of being worried about not being a somebody, then I will be the one to break it to you and say it loud and clear: you are a somebody. At least a somebody to me.”
Source: Counting Stars
“Caspian’s world had stopped.
His world came to a halt when he looked at me, I saw it. It was as though he was taking in all of me, all of me that he could, trying to make everything, every moment count as something special.”
Source: Counting Stars
“Cass estaba siempre muy alegre o muy deprimida. Para ella no había término medio. Algunos decían que estaba loca. Lo decían los tontos. Los tontos no podían entender a Cass”
“Cass pulls from my embrace, her mind reaching into my heart. Pain, anger, confusion pass through her eyes. My pain. My anger. My confusion. She swallows hard. “Because?”
“Because I traded it all, my heart, my memories, everything. For her.”
Source: Mea Culpa
“Cassandra always hid when she read, though she never quite knew why. It was as if she couldn't shake the guilty suspicion that she was being lazy, that surrendering herself so completely to something so enjoyable must surely be wrong. But surrender she did. Let herself drop through the rabbit hole and into a tale of magic and mystery.”
Source: The Kate Morton Collection: The House at Riverton and The Forgotten Garden
“Cassandra Clare
“Malachi scowled. "I don't remember the Clave inviting you into the Glass City, Magnus Bane."
"They didn't," Magnus said. "Your wards are down."
Really?" the Consul's voice dripped sarcasm. "I hadn't noticed."
Magnus looked concerned. "That's terrible. Someone should have told you." He glanced at Luke. "Tell him the wards are down.”
Source: City of Glass
“Cassandra Clare
“Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.”
Source: City of Bones
“Cassandra continued her obstacle course along the wall, hoping to find a gate or a door, anything permitting entry. The sun was rising in the sky and the birds had relaxed their singing. The air was heavy with the sweet, swooning perfume of a climbing rose. Although it was autumn, Cassandra was becoming hot. To think she had once imagined England a cold country to which the sun was a stranger. She stopped to wipe sweat from her brow and bumped her head on something low-hanging.
The gnarled bough of a tree reached armlike over the wall. An apple tree, Cassandra realized, when she saw that the branch bore fruit- shiny, golden apples. They were so ripe, so deliciously fragrant, that she couldn't resist picking one.”
Source: The Forgotten Garden
“Cassandra doesn't need to read them, she knows what's inside; Mathilda doesn't ask her what that is--it doesn't matter; it won't stop her sister from being mesmerized, and when an idea worms its way inside her like this, time opens, the universe moves. Cassandra has an amazing aptitude: that of doing nothing other than thinking, yet still managing to change the world.”
Source: The Future
“Cassandra, foreseeing not the end of Troy, but the end of everything that came after Troy. The victory of Greece remains the most important victory of our history; it not only inspired the first text of Western literature but perhaps is the very text of ‘the West’ itself. This victory, prefigured in the mad rants of the woman who defied the god of truth, could not have been won if anyone had listened to Cassandra. But then again, she did not die before she took her madness into the heart of Greece: it echoed through Agamemnon’s palace, through Aeschylus’s Oresteia, continued as shout and murmur through literature. Nonetheless, the book that frames these screams is called (defiantly perhaps?) a science, and gay.”
Source: The Abyss Above: Philosophy and Poetic Madness in Plato, Hölderlin, and Nietzsche
“Cassandra gave him a reproachful glance. “I thought you liked Mr. Severin.”
“I do, absolutely. He occupies a high place on the list of things I don’t respect myself for liking, right between street food and filthy drinking songs.”
Cassandra was aware that it had always been West’s habit—as well as Devon’s and Winterborne’s—to make sarcastic remarks about Tom Severin, in the way of longstanding friends. But it rankled now in a way it never had before. “After all Mr. Severin has done for our family,” she said quietly, “he deserves more respect than that.”
They were all silent, darting surprised glances at her. Until that moment, Cassandra had never dared to utter one word of reproof to him.
To West’s credit, he considered the point, and relented. “You’re right,” he said in a different tone. “I beg your pardon for being a facetious arse. But I know both of you well enough to be certain you don’t belong together.”
Cassandra met his gaze without blinking. “Is it possible that Mr. Severin and I might know each other in a different way than you know either of us?”
“Touché. Is it possible that you might think you know him far less than you actually do?”
“Touché,” Cassandra replied reluctantly.”
Source: Chasing Cassandra
“Cassandra grinned up at him, well aware that she was perspiring and bedraggled, with soot marks on her yellow dress. "You probably thought Pandora was the cause of all our misadventures. But as you see, I'm capable of getting into trouble all on my own."
"Pandora would be proud," Devon said dryly, amusement flickering in his eyes.”
Source: Chasing Cassandra
“Cassandra, I can't marry you and go about business as usual the next day. Newlyweds need privacy."
He had a point. But he looked so disgruntled, Cassandra couldn't resist teasing. With a glance of wide-eyed innocence, she asked, "What for?"
Tom appeared increasingly flustered as he tried to come up with an explanation.
Cassandra waited, gnawing on the inside of her lips.
Tom's face changed as he saw the dance of laughter in her eyes. "I'll show you what for," he said, and lunged for her.
Cassandra fled with a shriek, skirting nimbly around the table, but he was as fast as a leopard. After snatching her up with ease, he deposited her on the settee, and pounced. She giggled and twisted as the amorous male weight of him lowered over her.
The scent of him was clean but salted with sweat, a touch of bay rum cologne sharpened with body warmth. His face was right above hers, a few locks of dark hair tumbling on his forehead. Grinning at her efforts to dislodge him, he braced his forearms on either side of her head.
She'd never played with a man like this, and it was incredibly entertaining and fun, and the tiniest bit scary in a way that excited her. Her giggles collapsed slowly, like champagne froth, and she wriggled as if to twist away from him even though she had no intention of doing so. He countered by settling more heavily into the cradle of her hips, pressing her into the cushions. Even through the mass of her skirts, she felt an unfamiliar pressure of his arousal. The thick ridge fit perfectly against the juncture of her thighs, aligning intimately with her in a way that was both embarrassing and stirring.
A stab of desire went through her as she realized this was how it would be... the anchoring weight of him, all hard muscle and heat... his eyes heavy-lidded and hot as he stared down at her.
Dazedly she reached up and pulled his head to hers. A whimper of pleasure escaped her as he kissed her thoroughly, wringing sensation from her softness, licking deep.”
Source: Chasing Cassandra
“Cassandra lifted the apple to her lips. The sunny scent was strong as she bit into it. An apple, from a tree in her very own garden, a tree planted many years before that still produced fruit. Year in, year out. It was sweet. Were apples always so sweet?
She yawned. The sun had made her very drowsy. She would sit, just for a little while longer, until the gardener arrived. She took another bite of the apple. The room felt warmer than it had before. As if the range had suddenly begun to work, as if someone else had joined her in the cottage and was beginning to make lunch. Her lids were heavy and she closed her eyes. A bird somewhere sang, a lovely, lonely tune; breeze-blown leaves tapped against the windows, and in the distance the ocean breathed steadily, in and out, in and out, in and out...”
Source: The Forgotten Garden
“Cassandra sat on the floor with Chris and Kat, playing Life. They had tried to play Trivial Pursuit earlier only to learn that a Dark-Hunter and an immortal handmaiden to a goddess had a decidedly unfair advantage over Cassandra and Chris. In Life, the only thing that mattered was luck.’ (Cassandra)”
Source: Kiss of the Night
“Cassandra wondered at the mind's cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life's end, her grandmother's head should ring with the voices of people long since gone. Was it always this way? Did those with passage booked on death's silent ship always scan the dock for faces of the long-departed?”
Source: The Forgotten Garden: A Novel
“Cassandra's grandmother smiled then, only it wasn't a happy smile. Cassandra thought she knew how it felt to smile like that. She often did so herself when her mother promised her something she really wanted but knew might not happen.”
Source: The Forgotten Garden
“Cassandra, when you want to speak to me, you should say 'Excuse me, Mrs. Johnson.' Then wait until you get my attention." "Excuse me, Mrs. Johnson. Do I have your attention now?”
Source: The Name of this Book is Secret: The Secret Series
“Cassandra,” he said, “I hope you know that poaching Muppets is illegal in this country.”
Source: Another One Bites The Dust: Book two in the Jaz Parks sequence
“Cassia.
I know which life is my real one now, no matter what happens. It’s the one with you. For some reason, knowing that even one person knows my story makes things different. Maybe it’s like the poem says. Maybe this is my way of not going gentle.
I love you. (Ky Markham)”
Source: Matched
“Cassian angled his head. 'What happened before the disaster that was last night?'
...
When Rhys didn't answer, Cassian said, 'Rhys.'
Rhys didn't look at him as he whispered, 'The baby has wings.'
Joy sparked through Cassian- even as the broken whisper and what those words meant made his blood go cold. 'You're sure?'
'We had an appointment with Madja this morning.'
'But he's only a quarter Illyrian.' It was possible, of course, for the baby to have inherited wings, but unlikely, given that Rhys himself had been born without them, and only conjured them through whatever strange unearthly magic he possessed.
'He is. But Feyre was in an Illyrian form when he was conceived.'
'That can make a difference? I thought she only made the wings- nothing else.'
'She shape-shifts. She transforms her entire self into the form she takes. When she grants herself wings, she essentially alters her body as its most intrinsic level. So she was fully Illyrian that night.'
'She doesn't have the wings now.'
'No, she shifted back before we knew.'
'So let her change back into an Illyrian to bear the babe.'
Rhys's face was stark. 'Madja has put a ban on any more shape-shifting. She says that to alter Feyre's body in any way right now could put the baby at risk. On the chance that it could be bad for the baby. Feyre is forbidden to so much as change the colour of her hair until after the birth.'
Cassian raked a hand through his hair. 'I see. But, Rhys- it'll be all right. It's not that bad.'
Rhys snarled. 'It is bad. For so many gods-damned reasons, it is fucking bad.'
Rhys was as close to being beside himself as Cassian had seen him since he'd returned from Amarantha's court. 'Breathe,' Cassian said calmly.
Rhys's eyes simmered, the stars within them winked out. 'Fuck you.'
'Take a breath, Rhysand.' Cassian gestured to the window behind him, the lawn sloping down to the river. 'You want to go fight it out, I've got energy to burn.'
The study doors opened, and Azriel walked in. From the grim expression etched on his face, he already knew.
Azriel claimed the seat beside Cassian. 'Tell us what you need, Rhys.'
'Nothing. I need to not fall apart so my mate doesn't pick up a whiff of this when she comes home for lunch.' Rhys narrowed his eyes, and power rumbled in the room. 'No one says a word about this to Feyre. No one.'
'Didn't Madja warn her?' Azriel asked.
'Not strongly. She only mentioned an elevated risk during labour.' Rhys let out a harsh laugh. 'An elevated risk.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian asked, 'What stair did you make it to?'
'One hundred eleven.' Nesta didn't rise.
'Pathetic.'
Her fingers pushed into the floor, but her body didn't move. 'This stupid House wouldn't give me wine.'
'I figured that would be the only motivator to make you risk ten thousand stairs.'
Her fingers dug into the stone floor once more.
He threw her a crooked smile, glad for the distraction. 'You can't get up, can you?'
Her arms strained, elbows buckling. 'Go fly into a boulder.'
Cassian pushed off the wall and reached her in three strides. He wrapped his hands under her arms and hauled her up.
She scowled at him the entire time. Glared at him some more when she swayed and he gripped her tighter, keeping her upright.
'I knew you were out of shape,' he observed, stepping away when she'd proved she wasn't about to collapse, 'but a hundred steps? Really?'
'Two hundred, counting the ones up,' she grumbled.
'Still pathetic.'
She straightened her spine and raised her chin.
Keep reaching out your hand.
Cassian shrugged, turning toward the hall and the stairwell that would take him up to his rooms. 'If you get tired of being weak as a mewling kitten, come to training.' He glanced over a shoulder. Nesta still panted, her face flushed and furious. 'And participate.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian beheld the open door to Lanthys's cell and knew two things.
The first was obvious, was that he was about to die.
The second was that he would do anything in the world to prevent Nesta from meeting the same fate.
The second clarified his mind, cooled and sharpened his fear into another weapon. By the time the voice slithered from the darkness around them, he was ready.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian blurted, 'I didn't mean what I said last night- about everyone hating you.'
She halted, her blue-grey eyes frosting. 'It's true.'
'It's not.' He dared one step closer. 'You're here because we don't hate you.' He cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. 'I wanted you to know that. That we don't- that I don't hate you.'
She weighed whatever the hell lay in his stare. Likely more than was wise to let her see. But she said quietly, 'And I have never hated you, Cassian.'
With that, she walked through the doorway into the House, as if she hadn't hit him right in the gut, first with the words, then by using his name.
It wasn't until she'd vanished down the stairs that he released the breath he'd been holding.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian elbowed his way past Amren, earning a hiss of warning, and began chucking presents. Mor caught hers easily, shredding the paper with as much enthusiasm as Amren. She grinned at the general. 'Thank you, darling.'
Cassian smirked. 'I know what you like.'
Mor held up-
I choked. Azriel did, too, whirling on Cassian as he did.
Cassian only winked at him as the barely there red negligee swayed between Mor's hands.
Before Azriel could undoubtedly ask what we were all thinking, Mor hummed to herself and said, 'Don't let him fool you: he couldn't think of a damn thing to get me, so he gave up and asked me outright. I gave him precise orders. For once in his life, he obeyed them.'
'The perfect warrior, through and through,' Rhys drawled.
Cassian leaned back on the couch, stretching out his long legs before him. 'Don't worry, Rhysie, I got one for you, too.'
'Shall I model it for you?”
Source: A Court of Frost and Starlight
“Cassian extended a wrapped hand, his fingers curling in a come-hither motion. 'Scared?'
... Nesta stepped from the open doorway into the blinding light of the courtyard. 'Why should I be scared of an oversized bat who likes to throw temper tantrums?'
I choked, and Cassian shot me a warning glare, daring me to laugh.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Cassian grinned and said to Azriel, 'We're going to be uncles.'
Feyre groaned. 'Mother help this child.'
Azriel's own grin bloomed at that, but Feyre's gaze slid to Nesta.
Nesta said quietly to her sister, 'Congratulations.'
For she'd said nothing, had only been able to stand and watch them all, their joy and closeness, as if she were looking in through a window.
But Feyre offered her a tentative smile. 'Thank you. You'll be an aunt, you know.'
'Gods help this child indeed,' Cassian muttered, and Nesta glared at him.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian grunted in pain, but lifted his bloodied hands- to cup her face. 'I have no regrets in my life, but this.' HIs voice shook with every word. 'That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.'
She didn't stop him as he leaned up and kissed her- lightly. As much as he could manage.
Cassian said softly, brushing away the tear that streaked down her face. 'I will find you again in the next world- the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin