I Quotes
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“I'd rather you wanted to make love,' said Dernhil, smiling crookedly. 'That was my first thought, when you barged in here. I could easily refuse that.'
'It's a much lesser question,' said Cadvan gravely. Then he gave Dernhil a sharp look. 'Would you really refuse me?'
'Probably.' Dernhil's eyes brimmed with sudden laughter. 'Honestly, Cadvan, have you no grace? What a thing to ask!'
Cadvan's rare smile smile leapt in his face. 'It occurs to me that I might love you well enough.'
Dernhil looked briefly astonished. 'And to think that all these years I thought you hated me!' he said lightly.
'You know I don't hate you,' said Cadvan. 'I think you know I never did. Nor you me. And you, maybe more than anyone else I know, understands that there are many kinds of love.' He gestured impatiently. 'That's not what I'm asking, anyway.'
'I know.' Dernhil met his gaze darkly. 'Only you would demand such a thing, in the middle of the night, from me, of all people!'
'Yes,' said Cadvan, a soft mockery in his voice. 'From you, of all people!'
Dernhil looked down at his hands and was silent for a time, thinking. Cadvan waited patiently, watching him. When Dernhil looked up, his face was open, and a smile lurked in the back of his eyes.
'Perhaps I love you enough to scary you, Cadvan,' he said. 'And that is a great deal more than you deserve.' p.146”
Source: The Bone Queen
“I'd read enough love stories to know the beginning of one when I saw it.”
Source: The Paris Library
“I'd read it already, but I wanted to read certain parts over again.”
Source: THE CATCHER IN THE RYE
“I'd read the section in my guidebook about the trail's history the winter before, but it wasn't until now—a couple of miles out of Burney Falls, as I walked in my flimsy sandals in the early evening heat—that the realization of what that story meant picked up force and hit me squarely in the chest: preposterous as it was, when Catherine Montgomery and Clinton Clarke and Warren Rogers and the hundreds of others who'd created the PCT had imagined the people who would walk that high trail that wound down the heights of our western mountains, they'd been imagining me. It didn't matter that everything from my cheap knockoff sandals to my high-tech-by-1995-standards boots and backpack would have been foreign to them, because what mattered was utterly timeless. It was the thing that compelled them to fight for the trail against all the odds, and it was the thing that drove me and every other long-distance hiker onward on the most miserable days. It had nothing to do with gear or footwear or the backpacking fads or philosophies of any particular era or even with getting from point A to point B.
It had only to do with how it felt to be in the wild. With what it was like to walk for miles for no reason other than to witness the accumulation of trees and meadows, mountains and deserts, streams and rocks, rivers and grasses, sunrises and sunsets. The experience was powerful and fundamental. It seemed to me that it had always felt like this to be a human in the wild, and as long as the wild existed it would always feel this way. That's what Montgomery knew, I supposed. And what Clarke knew and Rogers and what thousands of people who preceded and followed them knew. It was what I knew before I even really did, before I could have known how truly hard and glorious the PCT would be, how profoundly the trail would both shatter and shelter me.”
Source: Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
“I'd recently co-founded an institute in the Bay Area called the Innovative Genomics Institute (ICI) with the goal of advancing gene-editing technologies.”
Source: A Crack in Creation: Gene Editing and the Unthinkable Power to Control Evolution
“I'd recently finished reading a management tome which seemed to be aimed at psychopaths with no common sense (quite a dangerous combination).”
Source: Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine
“I'd recognize his face anywhere. I used to see it in my nightmares. Though older, his features haven't changed: the same sculpted cheeks, square jaw, and bold, high-bridged nose. The same well-shaped lips that manage to appear both uncompromising and wonderfully soft. He still has a freckle at the corner of his right eye. On a woman it would be called a beauty mark. And yet this Macon is something entirely different--- willingly showing me pieces of himself that aren't perfect.
I want to ask him why his family weren't themselves, why he felt the need to play a part. But it's clear that regret for speaking too freely is creeping up on him, his gaze darting around as though he'd rather look at anything but me.
Wherever he wanted to or not, Macon gave up a private piece of himself. One that I doubt anyone has ever seen. I feel... humbled.”
Source: Dear Enemy
“I’d recognize your unique melancholy anywhere.”
Source: The Paragon
“I'd relied so much on him and the members of BTS, which I suppose meant a part of me had always sought his approval. So hearing him say that did put my feelings in order a bit...In any case, I'm surrounded by good people and beloved by our fans, so how could I ever fail?”
Source: Beyond The Story: 10-Year Record of BTS
“I'd represent "Love" when it sued hypocritical writers for abuse.”
“I'd run away.
Precisely how Rhys expected me to run- how I'd told him anyone in their right mind would run from him. Like a coward, like a fool, I'd left him injured in the freezing mud.
I'd walked away from him- a day after I'd told him he was the only thing I'd never walk away from.
I'd demanded honesty, and at the first true test, I hadn't even let him give it to me. I hadn't granted him the consideration of hearing him out.
You see me.
Well, I'd refused to see him. Maybe I'd refused to see what was right in front of me.
I'd walked away.
And maybe... maybe I shouldn't have.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“I'd run. But maybe you can't run. Think of that, too.' His yellow eyes seemed to look inward, and he sounded tired. 'Sometimes you can't run.”
“I'd run out of options. That's how these things usually happen, how a person ends up placing all her last hopes on a stranger, hoping that whatever that stranger might do to her would be the thing she needed done to her.”
Source: The Answers
“I’d said to myself once that Gabriel preferred a life where he felt as little responsibility for others as possible. That was true. But even more true is the fact that he preferred a life where others felt no responsibility for him.”
Source: Visions
“I'd say go to hell, but I never want to see you again.”
“I’d say he’s about 5’12,” Sebastian said.
“That’s 6’,” Whisky said.
“Yeah, same thing.”
Source: Whisky Hernandez
“I’d say I needed to find myself, if that didn’t sound like I was heading into the Himalayas, taking only a backpack stuffed with angst and clean underwear.”
Source: Omens
“I’d say I’ve got no maternal instinct, but I’m not sure I buy that. What is maternal instinct except a way to shame women and condition them to believe they are the ones responsible for the baby’s well-being? Where is paternal instinct? Maybe if paternal instinct existed, I would be more interested in having a baby.”
“I’d say our society focuses more on hair than prayer. Since one is transient, and one is eternal, it may not be the best return on investment.”
Source: BIG: the practice of joy
“I’d say the winner of this debate is the God of Death, who’s now several minutes closer to claiming all of us.”
Source: Rayne & Delilah's Midnite Matinee
“I'd say there's a general thesis in here somewhere: any story that suffers from what seems like a moral failing (that seems sexist, racist, homophobic, transphobic, pedantic, appropriative, derivative of another writer's work, and so on) will be seen, with sufficient analytical snooping, to be suffering from a technical failing, and if that failing is addressed, it will (always) become a better story.”
Source: A Swim in a Pond in the Rain
“I'd say we're all just ghosts on a wire seeking the prick of an electric thought.”
“I'd say you pass muster" "Past master? I'm the present master." "...Yes. Of course.”
Source: KATANAGATARI 1: Sword Tale
“I’d say your worth isn’t decided by whether or not you can get a girl-starved demon from Winfield to lay his nasty fish lips you”
Source: This May End Badly
“I’d seen a thousand lifetimes come and go, but had never truly lived.”
Source: Defying Vesuvius
“I'd seen death at Maiwand. Dying friends and dead Afghans. On the road to Khandahar....and Karachi. Each time is different, but to me the pain was the same. An ache twists inside when a friend's eyes plead, pleading that gives way to realization, that final contortion as the body fights to hold a soul already breaking free, tearing its way out.”
Source: Murder in Old Bombay
“I’d seen enough evil in this world, but the depths of human depravity never failed to sicken me.”
Source: The Prisoner of Acre
“I'd seen entire constellations of possibility I'd never previously been aware of, so blinded had I been by the bright, glaring stars of expectation. Freedom, I was beginning to think, had less to do with where you were, and was more about who you were trying to be.”
Source: Armed and Dangerous
“I’d seen Ethan walk through smoke and ash before, emerge through a cloud of magic and fire. We’d been lovers then, when I’d thought him dead. But we hadn’t loved. Not like this. Not like we did now. I’d grieved when he was gone, but this would have killed me. Because now he was my eternity.”
“I'd seen glimpses of a different me. It was a different me because in those increments of time I thought I actually became a winner.
The truth, however, is painful.
It was a truth that told me with a scratching internal brutality that I was me, and that winning wan't natural for me. It had to be fought for, in the echoes and trodden footprints of my mind. In a way, I had to scavenge for moments of alrightness.”
Source: Getting The Girl
“I'd seen old Yardley Slickers- the makeup now just a waxy crumble- sell for almost one hundred dollars on the internet. So grown women could smell it again, that chemical, flowery fug. That's how badly people wanted it- to know that their lives had happened, that the person they once had been, still existed inside of them.
There were so many things that returned me. The tang of soy, the smoke in someone's hair, the grassy hills turning blond in June. An arrangement of oaks and boulders could, seen out of the corner of my eye, crack open something in my chest, palms going suddenly slick with adrenaline.”
Source: The Girls
“I'd send a peach pie through the mail but I trust only Jersey peaches and it looks like they don't let them into the city.”
Source: Frances and Bernard
“I'd sent that note to Tamlin... and he'd chosen to ignore it. Just as he'd ignored or rejected nearly all of my requests, acted out of his deluded sense of what he believed was right for my well-being and safety. And Lucien had been prepared to take me against my will.
Fae males were territorial, dominant, arrogant- but the ones in the Spring Court... something had festered in their training. Because I knew- deep in my bones- that Cassian might push and test my limits, but the moment I said no, he'd back off. And I knew that if... that if I had been wasting away and Rhys had done nothing to stop it, Cassian or Azriel would have pulled me out. They would have taken me somewhere- wherever I needed to be- and dealt with Rhys later.
But Rhys... Rhys would never have not seen what was happening to me, would never have been so misguided and arrogant and self-absorbed. He'd know what Ianthe was from the moment he'd met her. And he'd understood what it was like to be a prisoner, and helpless, and to struggle- every day- with the horrors of both.
I had loved the High Lord who had shown me the comforts and wonders of Prythian; I had loved the High Lord who let me have the time and food and safety to paint. Maybe a small part of me might always care for him, but... Amarantha had broken us both. Or broken me so that who he was and what I now was no longer fit.
And I could let that go. I could accept that. Maybe it would be hard for a while, but... maybe it'd get better.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“I'd seriously contemplated a real collar - a sparkly green one - if only because I was sure it would offend his dignity.”
Source: Omens
“I’d set the whole table for you
Leave a chair aside across mine
Since absence sits the heaviest
In places meant to dine.”
“I’d settled for this awful existence because I’d convinced myself it was better than being alone......But it’s not.”
Source: Air Ryder
“I'd shown interest, and showing interest in Bali means that the salesman is most likely going to walk away with your money.”
Source: Mule
“I'd shut myself out for so long that I had forgotten how wonderful it felt to be included, to be seen, to be heard.”
Source: The Truth About Keeping Secrets
“I’d slay the whole world to keep you safe.”
Source: Dragon Fire
“I’d so rather be a living snack than dead meat.”
Source: Stake That
“I'd somehow always expected love to be primarily a mental state, so I still felt unaccustomed to the physical manifestation of my feelings for her: the way my stomach would grow tight, the way my chest would press in, my heart pounding blood hard and fast through my arteries.”
Source: Beautiful Player
“I'd somehow managed to get an executive stuck in a tree. Instead of a saucer of milk and 'Here kitty, kitty, kitty,' someone might want to bring a hedge fund and a recording of George Bush promising 'No new taxes.”
Source: Nature's Housekeeper
“I’d soon put that little canary into the park on a winter’s day as recommend you to bestow your heart on him!”
Source: Wuthering Heights
“I'd sooner have died than admit that the most valuable thing I owned was a fairly extensive collection of German industrial music dance mix EP records stored for even further embarrassment under a box of crumbling Christmas tree ornaments in a Portland, Oregon basement. So I told him I owned nothing of any value.”
Source: Generatie X: vertellingen voor een versnelde cultuur
“I’d spend hours in HMVs, Virgin Megastores and second-hand record shops staffed by greasy-haired 40-year-olds dressed as 20-year-olds, listening to contemporary music of every genre – Britrock, heavy maiden, gang rap, brakebeat. And I came to a startling but unshakeable conclusion: no genuinely good music has been created since 1988.”
Source: I, Partridge: We Need to Talk About Alan
“I'd spent my whole career dealing with badasses taking care of my nine-month-old boy should be a lark.”
Source: Tanzi's Game
“I’d spent seven months of my life obsessively and delightedly planning for a future that included months of caring for an infant. I expected my entire life to revolve around the person who had been closer & realer to me than anyone. Now she was suddenly and inexplicably missing from my life. My life with her and I am been so close I could taste it..”
Source: Unimaginable: Life After Baby Loss
“I'd spent so much time saying things in my head, never letting those thoughts come off my lips. I'd used the words of others to express myself, protecting myself. I wrapped myself in an armor of silence and written words of other people. But now? I could draw strength from those words in a different way.”
Source: No Place Like Here
“I’d spent the last three years trying to build up some kind of a skin, so I wouldn’t drip with blood every time I brushed up against something.”
Source: White Oleander
“I’d spent years replacing her lips with so many others, all in an attempt to heal the scars she left on mine.”
Source: The Soulmate Theory