I Quotes
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“I glance back in the mirror to the concrete bridge, the one I've boldly driven straight across without second thought, and I see truth reflecting back at me: Every time fear freezes and worry writhes, every time I surrender to stress, aren't I advertising the unreliability of God? That I really don't believe? But if I'm grateful to the Bridge Builder for the crossing of a million strong bridges, thankful for a million faithful moments, my life speaks my beliefs and I trust Him again.”
“I glance down at my threadbare t-shirt and baggy flannelette pyjama bottoms.”
Source: Burn
“I glance down his body. He's still wearing his shorts and his shirt, and I still have my T-shirt on. Jeez-- talk about wham, bam, thank you ma'am.”
Source: Fifty Shades Freed
“I glance down, taking a deep breath into
my flat chest. I think of how I’ve been treated, as Asher, as a guy, as myself.
No one here is surprised by what they see in me. Nobody here knows any
different.
“It’s perfect,” I say.”
Source: Flyboy
“I glance down to what I'm wearing. A crop top, a skirt - it's hot, and it made sense to me. I don't think it looks slutty; I think it looks like me.”
Source: Butterflies Behind Glass & Other Stories
“I glance into the faces of all these people out for a Sunday stroll, but I'm not seeing eyes and noses and mouths. I'm seeing stories. Every person has a story. All the hopes and dreams. And fears. And secrets. In every face.”
Source: Things Hoped For
“I glance over at David. He rests his hand lightly at the small of my back, guiding me across the floor. We step down a gilded hallway, the pale-blue walls trimmed with ornate gold. The lighting, soft and warm, seems to blur the edges of everything it touches.”
Source: Lowered Lashes
“I glance over at him; he still looks like something I want to eat.”
Source: Carry On
“I glance over to see a strangely familiar figure standing nearby, nodding toward me in the dim light of the evening. They appear to be a giant blue bird with a massive red circle around them, along with a diagonal line slashed across the middle.
"Do I know you?" I question as the strange manifestation steps forward. Suddenly, I snap my fingers with recognition.
"You're Tromp's Twitter ban!" I blurt. "That's where I've seen you before!"
The giant bird shakes his head. "I'm afraid not. This time around I'm your Twitter ban.”
Source: Not Pounded By The Handsome Physical Manifestation Of My Twitter Suspension Because It Was Reversed
“I glance up at him. The dim evening light makes his jaw look even more chiseled.
“You behaved impeccably tonight,” he says.
I smile, surprised. “Thank you.”
His hand catches mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles before he returns it to the wheel.
The townhouse is quiet when we step inside, the soft click of the door behind us marking the end of the evening’s formality.
I slip out of my heels and set them gently by the door. David hangs up his suit jacket, his eyes on me.
He extends a hand, then leads me into the living room, flicking on one lamp as we walk in.”
Source: Lowered Lashes
“I glanced around the table and found Kyan staring down at the table. I knew for a fact he wasn’t sleeping, not here among such others – he was far too cautious for that. I smiled to myself when I saw the edge of a page as it turned – typical of him to be reading at a banquet that all territories would kill to attend.”
Source: Elves of Fate: Denial
“I glanced at Annabeth and Grover. We'd been through so much together. I imagined Annabeth with silver hair and wrinkles, chuckling as she called me Seaweed Brain for the fourth millionth time in our lives. I imagined Grover with tufts of white hair coming out of his ears, his back hunched as he leaned on a cane, bleating as he complained about his aching hooves, then maybe taking a nap on a bench in our beachside garden while I sat next to him, resting my aching bones as I watched the waves and smelled the sea air. Aching bones weren't hard for me to imagine. Actually, the rest wasn't hard to imagine, either.
Gary expected me to wrestle him. And unless I died young, I couldn't beat Old Age. But what if I embraced him?”
Source: The Chalice of the Gods
“I glanced at Carson, who had promised things would be alright. His gaze was on the floor, and a muscle in his jaw flexed rhythmically but unhelpfully. If he was trying to send me a message, I was out of luck, because I'd never learned Morse Code for Assholes.”
Source: Spirit and Dust
“I glanced at Derek. The boy wonder didn't melt into a pile of goo, although his gaze was glued to Rowena's chest. Avoiding eye contact. Good strategy.”
Source: Magic Bites: A Special Edition of the First Kate Daniels Novel
“I glanced at my mate- the male who had always presented me with a choice not as a gift, but as my own gods-given right.”
“I glanced at Radu. "What, exactly is Louis-Cesare's problem?'. [..] Suddenly a speculative gleam lit his eyes. It made me nervous. 'He tends to be very protective of women,"he said thoughtfully. "You're a woman Dory." "Thank you for pointing that out. But I didn't think dhampirs qualified." Radu smirked. "It appears you've been upgraded.”
“I glanced at the business card before tucking it away: Deyan Dembeliev, telephone… Just a name and a phone number. Only extremely famous or extremely modest people could use such cards. Demby was not the latter.”
“I glanced back to Yanni to see him smiling at us. "You two can stop being so cute now."
"Well, Spencer can," Andrew deadpanned. "I, unfortunately, am cute all the time."
I laughed. "It's true. He is.”
Source: Spencer Cohen, Book Three
“I glanced between the grass and the crowd and the cluster of musicians coaxing such lively music from drums and fiddles and pipes as I approached, no more than a shy, hesitant doe.
Once, those same sounds had shaken me awake, had made me dance and dance. I supposed they were now little more than weapons in my arsenal as I stopped before Tamlin, lowered my lashes, and asked softly, 'Will you dance with me?'
Relief, happiness, and a slight edge of concern. 'Yes,' he breathed. 'Yes, of course.'
So I let him lead me into the swift dance, spinning and tilting me, people gathering to cheer and clap. Dance after dance after dance, until sweat was running down my back as I worked to keep up, keep that smile on my face, to remember to laugh when my hands were within strangling distance of his throat.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“I glanced down at the menu, relieved that although I hadn't taken a French class since my sophomore year in college, I still recognized most of the words. Chartier's menu is full of classics: steaks and chops, grilled sea bass with fennel seed, sweet chestnut purée, and wine-soaked prunes. What girl could resist the charm of a restaurant that allows you to order a bowl of crème chantilly- simple whipped cream- for dessert?”
Source: Lunch in Paris: A Love Story, with Recipes
“I glanced down. My arms were pushing my breasts together, making my cleavage look even deeper than usual. "Oh my god," I said. "My tits look amazing."
"I know," Sam said. "That's my point."
"They may never look this good again. Take a picture."
"Don't tempt me."
I slid up against his body, until I felt the hard length of him on my thigh. "We can start with the space thing in, like, twenty minutes," I said.
"Forty-five?"
"An hour, max."
"I can work with that," he said, and grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me on top of him.”
Source: Love in the Time of Serial Killers
“I glanced in the first open door and stopped short. Desks. Four tiny desks. A wall of faded posters of alphabet animals. A blackboard, still showing the ghost of numbers. I blinked, certain I was seeing wrong.
Derek nudged my legs, telling me to get moving. I looked at him, and I looked at the classroom.
This was where Derek had grown up. Four tiny desks. Four little boys. Four young werewolves.
For a second, I could see them—three boys working at the three clustered desks, Derek alone at the fourth, pushed slightly away, hunched over his work, trying to ignore the others.
Derek nudged me again, whining softly, and I looked down to see him eyeing the room, every hair on his neck on end, anxious to get away from this place.”
Source: The Reckoning
“I glanced into the basket at a pair of beautiful pale apricot-colored flowers. "Are those roses?"
"They look like roses but they're ranunculus. Stunning, aren't they?" She picked them up, holding them close to her face as she wiggled her pale eyebrows. "They symbolize attractiveness and charm.”
Source: In the Middle of Hickory Lane
“I glanced out the window at the signs of spring. The sky was almost blue, the trees were almost budding, the sun was almost bright.”
Source: Bowl of Cherries: A Novel
“I glanced over and saw Wyatt glaring at me. Journey’s “Lovin’ Touchin’, Squeezin’” was playing on the radio.
“What?” I asked.
“You secretly hate me, don’t you.” He gestured toward the radio. “You can’t stand the thought of me taking a much needed nap and leaving you to drive without conversation. You’re torturing me with this sappy stuff.”
“It’s Journey. I love this song.”
Wyatt mumbled something under his breath, picked up the CD case, and started looking through it. He paused with a choked noise, his eyes growing huge.
“You’re joking, Sam. Justin Bieber? What are you, a twelve-year old girl?”
There’s gonna be one less lonely girl, I sang in my head. That was a great song. How could he not like that song? Still, I squirmed a bit in embarrassment.
“A twelve-year old girl gave me that CD,” I lied. “For my birthday.”
Wyatt snorted. “It’s a good thing you’re a terrible liar. Otherwise, I’d be horrified at the thought that a demon has been hanging out with a bunch of giggling pre-teens.”
He continued to thumb through the CDs. “Air Supply Greatest Hits? No, no, I’m wrong here. It’s an Air Supply cover band in Spanish.” He waved the offending CD in my face. “Sam, what on earth are you thinking? How did you even get this thing?”
“Some tenant left it behind,” I told him. “We evicted him, and there were all these CDs. Most were in Spanish, but I’ve got a Barry Manilow in there, too. That one’s in English.”
Wyatt looked at me a moment, and with the fastest movement I’ve ever seen, rolled down the window and tossed the case of CDs out onto the highway. It barely hit the road before a semi plowed over it.
I was pissed. “You asshole. I liked those CDs. I don’t come over to your house and trash your video games, or drive over your controllers. If you think that will make me listen to that
Dubstep crap for the next two hours, then you better fucking think again.”
“I’m sorry Sam, but it’s past time for a musical intervention here. You can’t keep listening to this stuff. It wasn’t even remotely good when it was popular, and it certainly hasn’t gained anything over time. You need to pull yourself together and try to expand your musical interests a bit. You’re on a downward spiral, and if you keep this up, you’ll find yourself friendless, living in a box in a back alley, stinking of your own excrement, and covered in track marks.”
I looked at him in surprise. I had no idea Air Supply led to lack of bowel control and hard core drug usage. I wondered if it was something subliminal, a kind of compulsion programmed into the lyrics. Was Russell Hitchcock a sorcerer? He didn’t look that menacing to me, but sorcerers were pretty sneaky. Even so, I was sure Justin Bieber was okay. As soon as we hit a rest stop, I was ordering a replacement from my iPhone.”
Source: Satan's Sword
“I glanced over, he was still looking at me. ''Uh... do you need something?''
''No.''
''Oh, okay.''
''It's just...'' he leaned in, ''...you have an onion ring taped to your back.''
''...Excuse me?''
''There is a ring of onion applied to you back with an adhesive strip.''
I searched his eyes, he seemed amused, but sincere.
My hand flew to my back with a look of horror and there it was, with ketchup and everything.”
“I glanced over to where Seth looked like he wanted to bang his head against the wall. “Hey.”
The blond continued to smile, while his friend continued to stare at me.
Seth sighed again. “The one grinning like he’s crazy is Deacon, and the other one is Luke.”
“We’re friends of his—of Seth’s,” Deacon threw in, and Seth did not look like they were friends.
“This is Josie,” Seth continued. “Please don’t be weird and scare her.”
“Be weird?” Deacon rolled those gray eyes. “Ha. Whatever, dude. All you need to know about me is that I’m like a dolphin in a sea of less-smart fish,” he announced, spreading his arms with a flourish.
Luke turned to him slowly as his eyebrows inched up his forehead. “What?”
He shrugged. “Just saying I have a lot in common with dolphins. They’re smart. I’m smart.”
Seth rubbed his hand down his face.”
Source: The Return
“I glanced up at him. "I love things that are beautiful when you don't expect them to be.”
Source: The Back Door of Midnight
“I glanced up at the stars, wondering if i would ever see them again”
Source: The Last Olympian
“I glanced up at the trees too.
Dead. Every one of them gray and white, needles rusted, leaves shriveled at the tips of branches. All the life sucked out of them. Not just the trees. All the plants, ferns, grasses and brush were shriveled, brown, barren.
As if a month of winter had set down right here in my driveway and gone on a killing spree.
...
"Love what you've done with the landscape," Cody said. "You could open your own business, you know."
...
"The hell you talking about, Miller?" I asked Cody.
"Yard care. You're poison and weed whacker all in one. You can call it Death to All Shrubbery.”
Source: Stone Cold
“I glanced up at Zay, then walked over to stand next to him. "You look good with a baby in your arms," he murmured. I took his hand, careful with his fingers that were still wrapped in tape. "Don't get your hopes up, Jones. I'm not the settling-down type." "Want to bet on that?" he asked. "Sure." I made a fist; so did he. We pumped three times. I threw paper. Zayvion threw scissors. I'd lost. Startled, I looked up at him. "Two out of three?" Zay grinned. So did I.”
“I glanced up to see Liz and smiled. "Thank you." "I just went along for the ride. After that happened-" She waved at Derek. "You know how blind people need Seeing Eye dogs? Well, apparently werewolves could really use Opening Door poltergeists.”
Source: The Reckoning: Number 3 in series
“I glanced, wide eyed, from Edward's grimace to Jacob's sneer.”
Source: Eclipse
“I glare around the lobby, and suddenly no one will meet my eyes. "If you guys want a live viewing someday from a girl you actually care about, then maybe instead of doing a hundred push-ups a day and ogling a photo that doesn't belong to you, you should man up and be the guy who deserves one. So anyone with my photo, hand it over now.”
Source: Loveboat, Taipei
“I glare at him and sigh. “Don't you understand what a book is?”
“Obviously.”
“Then how can it be boring? It's not just twenty-six little letters all mushed together to make words that link together to tell a story. It's the creation of another world where anything can happen and anyone can be whoever they want to be. It's a crazy, special kind of magic that can transport you out of the real world, to anywhere you want to go. It doesn't matter if it's a made-up universe or it's written in a city you can drive to within an hour. It's what happens within the pages that makes reading so...not boring.”
Source: Dirty Little Rendezvous
“I glare at him. ‘As a figment of my imagination, I demand you stop insulting me.’ I press my fingernails into the grooves of the bite-marks again and shut my eyes. ‘And go away.”
“I glare at him."I can't reach my hair," I snap, wiggling my bound fingers.
Bowen's eyebrows shoot up."A bit snarky this morning, Fotard?"
I sigh, a feeling bone-deep, weary ache in my whole body." Can you blame me, Botard?"
He runs his fingers over his scruffy chin and studies me."No. I'd be pretty snarky if I smelled like you. And I bet you're dying to brush your teeth.”
“I glared at Christian as the blood smeared around. “You could have at least licked it.”
He smirked darkly. “I hear that all too often.”
Source: Gravity
“I glared at him. "I may not die now... but I'm going to die sometime. Every minute of the day, I get closer. And I'm going to get old.”
“I glared at my familiar. ‘You couldn’t have led with that?’
He shrugged his little shoulders. ‘I could have. But then I wouldn’t have gotten to see your angry face. I’ve grown rather fond of it. I like the way your eyes get all small and slit-like. How your nostrils flare. How that steam comes out of your ears …’
I picked him up and kissed his nose. ‘I’m glad you like it, darling. Because you’re going to be seeing my angry face for quite some time to come.”
Source: So Very Unfae
“I glared at Tanner, who mouthed at me to ‘smile,’ because a guy telling a girl to do that was guaranteed to end well.”
Source: Hearts Overboard
“I glared at the eye tattooed in my hand and hissed both with my tongue and that silent voice within the bond itself, 'Prick.'
In the back of my mind, a sensual male voice chuckled with midnight laughter.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“I glared daggers at him, but they just bounced off him like water on a freshly waxed car.”
Source: To Kill A Warlock
“I gleam, 'cause that's my life,
I know no other way of existence.
Puny apes gotta find an agenda,
for most are anemic of effulgence.”
Source: Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations
“I glean a few times a week, and it's all about the subject line. I look for the lyrical, "Billowy Red Scarf Girl" or the funny, "Hipster Chick Who Passed Gas," the unintentionally funny, "Looking for the Hot Girl in Pink Dress," ones that immediately suggest images, "Furry Arms Under a Yellow Umbrella," or the plain odd, "Seeking Girl Who Bit Me Twice..." I don't think I've ever abandoned one... the images usually arrive fully formed in my head as soon as I read the message, and I decide whether to draw it or not.”
“I gleaned more practical psychology and psychiatry from the Bible, than from all other books!”
“I glide my fingers across the diaphanous garment barely covering my skin and the increasingly aroused womanly features underneath. Just as his hands would, I explore, slowly— amazed at the heat I’m generating.”
Source: Virtual Mirrors: First Journal
“I glimpsed Death’s face for the first time.
Surprise rocked me. Death was the most beautiful boy I had ever imagined.
Looking to be no more than twenty years old, he was tall and broad-shouldered with a breathtaking face. I imagined some might describe his features as noble. His eyes glittered like…stars.”
Source: Poison Princess
“I glimpsed the butterfly which fitted about among the fake flowers of our curtains in its futile endeavor to suck the nectar through its long proboscis. This butterfly reminded me of me”
“I glimpsed the man's face with the shine of death on it. They laid him down there in the open. They had brought him there to be close to his death, I understood this also at the same moment. For who would wish to see a companion gasp his last on a jolting cart? We desire to keep the dying and the newly dead close before our eyes so as to give them full meed of pity. Our Lord was brought down to be pitied, on the Cross He was too far away.”
Source: Morality Play