D Quotes
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“Do you know," he said, "there are men who would like very much to see me dead. Powerful men. Obscenely wealthy me. Men who can afford to be patient and engage the services of large, ruthless brutes. I've managed to evade them all. But you...God's truth, I think you'll be the very death of me.”
Source: Three Nights with a Scoundrel
“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.”
Source: Peter Pan: Top 100 Classic Novels
“Do you know,' he said again softly, addressing his hands, 'what it is to love someone, and never - never! - be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness?' He looked up then, eyes filled with pain. 'To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?”
Source: The Outlander Series 8-Book Bundle: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood
“Do you know-I hardly remembered you?
Hardly remembered me?
I mean: how shall I explain? I-it's always so. Each time you happen to me all over again.”
Source: The Age of Innocence: American Literature
“Do you know...what I think is a great pity? It is this: that we have all become such skeptics that we hardly believe what our pious grandmothers told us.”
“Do you laugh in the right places? Then, you’ll get along, in fair weather or foul. Humor is nothing less than a sense of the fitness of things. Something that’s out of proportion, like an inflated ego, should strike you funny, particularly if it’s your own inflated ego. Otherwise you are pathetic and quite hopeless.”
“Do you lend books and DVDs to people? If so, don't you always regret it? All my life I have forced books on to people who have subsequently forgotten all about it. Meanwhile, on my shelves sit many orphaned books loaned to me over the years by trusting, innocent souls - some as long ago as the Seventies.”
“Do you light up when your kids are coming in the room or do you become the instant critic?”
“Do you like blowjobs? “Did you just ask me if I like blowjobs?” he asked in a low voice. “I swear that’s what it sounded like.” “Yes.” She folded her hands in front of her and met his gaze head-on. “I haven’t given nearly enough of them but I’d like to practice.”
Source: Undercover Lovers
“Do you like flora and fauna? How about plants and animals? Because we have more of that beautiful crap than we know what to do with. Charmingly domesticated troops of monkeys swing freely throughout our orchid-laden property. You’re probably thinking that a lot of all-inclusive resorts have monkeys. True, but only one resort packs a monkey for each of their guests to take home. You’ll be showing off more than a tan to your friends, you’ll be showing off a gibbon.”
“Do you like flowers, Lady Eleanor?"
It was him speaking. Lord Blunt. Asking her opinion on something, of all things.
It was unexpected.
And everyone was waiting for her answer. Or so it seemed.
"I do, thank you." Why did his simple question make her want to shout, or scream, or say something in Italian?
A language that she'd learned that seemed to hold all the emotion she wasn't allowed to have. So she loved it all the more.
"They are... bellissimi fiori," she said, feeling daring as she spoke.
"Speak so that everyone can understand, Eleanor," her mother said reprovingly.
"Of course, Mother," Eleanor replied, lowering her eyes so nobody would see the spark of defiance she knew was there.”
Source: Lady Be Bad
“Do you like flying?' She didn't know where the question came from.
He peered down at her. 'I love it.' The truth rang out in those words. 'It's freedom and joy and challenge.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Do you like foreign films?” “With subtitles?” “Yes.” “I hate those types of films.” “Me too,” Cliff says. “Mostly because - “ “No happy endings.”
Source: The Silver Linings Playbook
“Do you like girls? Is. That. A. Thing. You. Do?”
Source: When Katie Met Cassidy
“Do you like gunfights? If so, you should visit your nearest Popeyes chicken restaurant. It’s like a real Murder Mystery Dinner.”
Source: Whenever you're here, I'm there for you
“Do you like him much?' I told you I liked him a little. Where is the use of caring for him so very much: he is full of faults.' Is he?' All boys are.”
Source: Villette
“Do you like him? Ty asked. "Not that I care." "I do," I said, because it was true. Even though it didn't matter anymore. "Not that I care you don't care. Though you clearly do care, and I don't care about that either." "Well, I don't care that you don't care that I don't care. In fact i'm glad. Because, um, if I were seeming someone that I liked, I'd want you to be happy for me.""Are you seeing someone?" I asked, pretty sure he wasn't. "Not that I care.”
“Do you like horses?"
"Truth be told, the only thing I love more is dragons."
Wren whistles, and a whinny resounds throughout the air.
I spin around, marveling as a horse gallops through the field of jasmine. She's like a bolt of obsidian in a blanket of white, her breaths like little gusts of wind. She rears several times once she's next to Wren, stomping her front hooves until he reaches out to pet her. "This is Nerra. She will take us where we must go."
Like an acrobat performing a trick for the umpteenth time, Wren hops onto Nerra's back effortlessly. He reaches a hand out to me, and I climb on. He places my hands around his waist, and I swallow hard.
"Hold on tight. You're in for a treat," he says.
On the count of three, he kicks Nerra into a gallop. The horse is like a dragon bound to the earth. Her gait is smooth, her gallop so strong it practically feels like she's trying to take flight with each stride. I hold on tightly to Wren.
We head north. Dressed in bright garments that appear to be dipped in a ray of sunlight, Emerald flitters around as we enter a field of daisies.
"Hi," Wren says. "We're on our way to see Omniscius."
Emerald gives a graceful nod, following behind Nerra with several other fairies. Much to my delight, as we exit the field of daisies and encroach on a field of red roses, the fairies' beautiful yellow garments turn red. Wren's shirt and my dress do the same.”
Source: The Princess of Thornwood Drive
“Do you like it?' he repeated, and his lips tugged into a smile.
I took an uneven breath and stared at the glen again. 'Yes.'
He chuckled. 'That's it? 'Yes'?'
'Would you like me to grovel with gratitude for bringing me here, High Lord?'
'Ah. The Suriel told you nothing important, did it?'
That smile of his sparked something bold in my chest. 'He also said that you like being brushed, and if I'm a clever girl, I might train you with treats.'
Tamlin tipped his head to the sky and roared with laughter. Despite myself, I let out a soft laugh.
'I might die of surprise,' Lucien said behind me. 'You made a joke, Feyre.'
I turned to look at him with a cool smile. 'You don't want to know what the Suriel said about you.' I flicked my brows up, and Lucien lifted his hands in defeat.
'I'd pay good money to hear what the Suriel thinks of Lucien,' Tamlin said.
A cork popped, followed by the sounds of Lucien chugging the bottle's contents and chuckling with a muttered. 'Brushed.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“Do you like it rough? I think so. I think I must. Men are rough, aren't they? Have I always had a taste for rough stuff, or did I acquire that? In the back of Lesley's car, on the floor of a friend's house, half-conscious with my underwear around my ankles? Was it my idea to have him hurt me, or did he just let me think it was?”
Source: Boy Parts
“Do you like it?"
"Very much so." His joy at those words was diminished with her next. "I suppose an extra few hundred thousand dollars allows for some extravagance.”
Source: The Devil and the Heiress
“Do you like kids?
Only with barbecue sauce.”
Source: Unraveling Isobel
“Do you like manga?" she asked after a minute. "Anime?" "Anime's cool. I'm not really into it, but 1 like Japanese movies, animated or not." "Well, I'm into it. I watch the shows, read the books, chat on the boards, and all that. But this girl I know, she's completely into it. She spends most of her allowance on the books and DVDs. She can recite dialogue from them." She caught my gaze. "So would you say she belongs here?" "No. Most kids are that way about something, right? With me, it's movies. Like knowing who directed a sci-fi movie made before I was born.”
“Do you like me? You know, like me like me?”
I cringe the moment I ask and cover my face with my hands. The smell of blood and trail dirt wafts into my nose. Something sinks inside me. What is it? Oh, I know, any dignity I could possibly have left.
“Can I take that back?” I ask softly from behind my hands.
Nick’s voice is low and warm. “No.”
I peek between my fingers. “No, I can’t take it back or no, you don’t like me?”
His fingers wrap around my fingers and he pulls my hands from my face so he can look at me, I guess, or else so I can look at him.
“No, you can’t take it back. That’s your question,” he says in a voice so deep and warm and full of things that I can’t get mad anymore. This has to be what people mean when they say they “melted.” I feel all wiggly.
“Oh,” I say. “Okay.”
I swallow. His eyes are deep and brown and . . . How can a man’s eyes be so ridiculously beautiful and gorgeous, so full of things that I want to know?
“So, what’s your answer?” I whisper, afraid I might still screw it all up.
Those eyes of his widen a little bit.
I hold my breath.
“I like you, Zara,” he says.”
Source: Need
“Do you like me?” No answer. Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarettes out of my mouth. We exchanged blind words, and I did not cry, I did not beg, but blackness filled my ears, blackness lunged in my heart, and something that had been good, a sort of kindly oxygen, turned into a gas oven.”
“Do you like my brother?" And there goes Dan's confidence. He keeps his eyes resolutely on the field.
"Uh... yes? I mean... I think everyone likes your brother, don't they?"
She leans over and gives him a little hip check. "No, you know what I mean. Do you /like/ him?" Dan just states out at the horses, hoping that one of them will do something, anything, to distract this girl from her question. But the horses just keep grazing and Tat continues. "'Cause he likes you. I mean, he likes Jeff, too, but... you can like two people at once, right?"
"Uh... yes? I think you can like two people at once."
"Yeah. I know it's none of my business or whatever, but... I just wanted to make sure you know... if you like him, that's cool with me. I mean, I like Jeff too, but... you know."
Dan has a brief moment of wanting to shake her. No, he /doesn't/ know. Is everything really so clear to everyone but him? Is he just adding extra complications where they don't need to be? Then he remembers that he's talking to a fifteen-year-old girl. Maybe she shouldn't be the arbiter of what's simple or complicated.
He realizes that she's still waiting for a response from him. "Okay, well... thanks for letting me know."
"Are you guys going to, like... date?"
"Sweet Jesus, Tat, I don't know!" Possibly that's a bit of an overreaction, but she looks more amused than upset.
"All right, all right...." She gets a mischievous look in her eyes.”
Source: Dark Horse
“Do you like my hair?"
"What?" She tilted her head to the side, revealing her creamy neck. "Why are you asking that now?"
"Do you?"
"Yes, very much."
"Good. Next time you think of going off on some tangent, think how my nice head of brown hair will be turning gray if you don't stop scaring me."
Her lips curled in a genuine smile. She lifted her hand and touched the hair at his temple. "I think I'd like you gray too."
He captured her hand in his and kissed the fingertips. "And if I have my way, someday you'll get to find out if you do.”
Source: When Love Calls
“Do you like my working persona?" Saiman asked softly. "An aesthetically pleasing combination of intelligence and elegance, wouldn't you say?" Aren't we pleased with ourselves. "Are you Chinese, Japanese, half-white? I can't tell, your features are neither here nor there." "I'm inscrutable, mysterious and intellectual." He forgot conceited. "Did you have any trouble getting that ego through the door?" Saiman didn't even blink. "Not in the least.”
Source: Magic Bleeds
“Do you like neck pain? Then stop looking behind you into the past.”
“Do you like novels?"
He shook his head. "I usually read for information, not entertainment."
"You disapprove of reading for pleasure?"
"No, it's just that I don't often manage to find the time for it."
"Perhaps that's why you don't sleep well. You need an interlude between work and bedtime."
There was a dry, perfectly timed pause before Harry asked, "What would you suggest?"
Aware of his meaning, Poppy felt a bloom of color emerge from head to toe. Harry seemed to enjoy her discomfiture, not in a mocking way, but as if he found her charming.”
Source: Tempt Me at Twilight
“Do you like pain, too?” I ask, tilting my head. He’s still quiet and I smile. “You can answer.”
“Only when it’s you who inflicts it,” he says. He very slowly thrusts his pelvis in the air, and I’m not sure if he even realizes he’s doing it.”
Source: Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick
“Do you like people? Most people claim that they like people with, of course, a "few exceptions." When the exceptions are added together it becomes clear that they include a vast majority of the people. It becomes equally clear that most people like just a few people, their kind of people, and either do not actively care for or actively dislike most of the "other" people.”
“Do you like reading? It's the best thing that can happen to you in life. Writing has other implications.”
Source: Books Burn Badly
“Do you like Rhiannon more than me?" ... They're two completely different concepts. When a girl asks you a question like that, there's no way you can be honest. They say they want you to be honest, but then they get all upset when you are. You can't win. There's no way to win. There are questions you just can't answer without manipulating the truth.”
Source: Take Me There
“Do you like sandwiches?" he asked.
"At this point, I think I'd eat anything. Other than rabbit. I'm not excessively fond of rabbit."
"Or anything with eyes," he said, charming her by remembering. "I've an appetite for beef, some bread, mustard, and ale."
At her look, he smiled. "I have a schoolboy's tastes. It's what I lived on in England. I still crave it from time to time."
Hustle's staff must have been prepared for his cravings because within a quarter hour they were seated in his sitting room with a large tray on the table between them. She was dressed in one of his blue dressing gowns and he wore a black patterned one.
She tucked her feet beneath her as, one by one, he took the domed lids from a succession of plates, each smelling better than the one before. When he came to the cake, a delicious looking confection filled with nuts and fruit, she glanced up at him.
"I want cake," she said. "Before anything healthful or beneficial."
"Cake it is, then," he said, cutting a piece and handing it to her.
She closed her eyes after the first forkful. The taste was heavenly, light and airy yet filled with nuts and chopped apricots.
When she opened her eyes, it was to find him watching her.
"I love cake," she said, embarrassed. "I love sweets."
"What about rabbit cake?"
"Oh, that would pose a problem for me."
He smiled and she felt it down to her toes.”
Source: The Virgin of Clan Sinclair
“Do you like scary stories? he asked ominously. Jacob Black”
“Do you like Shakespeare?" he asks me. An odd segue.
I shake my head. "All I know about him is that he stole my name and spelled it wrong.”
“Do you like that, Devon? Do you like the way I touch you?”
Source: Captured
“Do you like that?” he whispered.
“Yes, I…” She fought to speak between helpless gasps. “I thought…it was going to hurt.”
“Not from this.” A smile touched his mouth. “Later, however, you might have cause for complaint.” A shimmer of sweat gathered on his face as he felt the pulsing of her body around his exploring finger. “I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he said raggedly. “I’ve wanted you for too long.”
“I trust you,” she whispered.
Matthew shook his head, easing his hand away from her. “You have terrible judgment. You’re in bed with the last man in the world you should trust, and you’re about to make the biggest mistake of your life.”
“Is this your idea of seductive banter?”
“I thought I should give you one last warning. Now you’re doomed.”
“Oh, good.” Daisy moved to help him as he stripped off her drawers and stockings.”
Source: Scandal in Spring
“Do you like the new dress", Syl asked, wagging her covered safehand while standing in the air. "Looks strange on you.""I'll have you know, I put a *ton* of thought into it. I spent positively *hours* thinking of just how - Oh! What's that?”
“Do you like to eat things? -I love eating. I list it as a hobby.”
“Do you like to read?'
Emerie's mouth curled upward. 'I live alone, up in the mountains. I have nothing to do with my spare time except work in my garden and read whatever books I order through the mail service. And in the winter, I don't even have the distraction of my gardening. So, yes, I like to read. I cannot survive without reading.'
Nesta grunted her agreement.
'What manner of books?' Gwyn asked.
'Romantics,' Emerie said, adjusting her own hair, the thick black braid full of reds and browns in the sunlight. Nesta started. Emerie's eyes lit. 'You too? Which ones?'
Nesta rattled off her top five, and Emerie grinned, so broadly it was like seeing another person. 'Have you read Sellyn Drake's novels?'
Nesta shook her head. Emerie gasped, so dramatically that Cassian muttered something about sparing him from smut-obsessed females before heading further into the ring. 'You must read her books. You must. I'll bring the first one tomorrow. You'll stay up all night reading it, I swear.'
'Smut?' Gwyn asked, catching Cassian's muttered words. There was enough hesitation in her voice to make Nesta draw up straight.
Nesta glanced at Emerie, realising the female didn't know about Gwyn- her history, or why the priestesses lived in the library. But Emerie asked. 'What do you read?'
'Adventure, sometimes mysteries. But mostly I read whatever Merrill, the priestess I work with, has written that day. Not as exciting as romance, not by a long shot.
Emerie said casually. 'I can bring one of Drake's brooks for you, too- one of her milder ones. An introduction to the wonders of romance.' Emerie winked at Nesta.
Nesta waited for Gwyn to refuse, but the priestess smiled. 'I'd like that.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Do you like to slide?" His voice was eager. Stair rails! Did he suspect me? I forced a sigh. "No, Majesty. I'm terrified of heights." "Oh." His polite tone had returned. "I wish I could enjoy it. This fear of heights is an affliction." He nodded, a show of sympathy but not much interest. I was losing him. "Especially," I added, "as I've grown taller.”
“Do you like vegetables?" Sophie asked, hoping to steer the conversation towards a slightly less dangerous kind of food. "You is trying to change the subject," the Giant said sternly. "We is having an interesting babblement about the taste of the human bean. The human bean is not a vegetable.”
“Do you like what you're doing/would you do it some more/or will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for?”
“Do you live each day as if it's your first or your last? Either way you should probably have a diaper on.”
Source: Seriously ... I'm Kidding
“Do you live in a mine field or a garden? When we live in a minefield mentality, we explode with the weeds of worry, doubt, fear, lack and limitation. Choose to cultivate your inner garden!”
“Do you live in a society where shadows are more interesting than people? Ah, then you live in a very boring society!”
“Do you look forward to going to church, or is it something you do out of obligation?”
“Do you love her?”
“Fuck no. What the hell would make you ask that?”
“Do you want to take her home tonight instead of me?”
“No.”
“Then I don’t care.”
Jake backed me into the bar, his arms at my sides holding onto the ledge. “I love you.”
Source: Hyde and Seek