L Quotes
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“Luce: "But what about all those other times, when I die before we kiss, before--" Bill: "Before you even have a chance to see how toxic your relationship might become?”
Source: The Fallen Series: 4-Book Collection
“Luce: But I thought you said I should stay away from the hard cases. Arriane: Rule number two — don't listen to me!”
“Luce: You could have kept your promises. Daniel: I promised I'd stay.”
“LUCE: You really beleive this? That someday I'll live through this? DANIEL: With all my heart and soul, I will wait for you as long as it takes. I will love you every moment across time. -Daniel & Luce, PASSION”
“Lucern felt himself "She called my erections wonderful?" Entienne just gaped, then raised a fist to knock on his brother's forehead as if it were a door "Hello! Earth calling Luc! She thinks it's rigor mortis.”
Source: The Vampire eBook Collection
“Lucha por tus sueños, nadie puede ayudarte en lo que sólo conoces tú.”
“Luchaba por ver a Jesús en todos, como Nuestra Señora nos había pedido. Ella decía: "Abrid vuestros corazones. Dejadme entrar. Rezad, porque en la oración estoy con vosotros. Nuestras oraciones, decía, tenían el poder de cambiarlo todo.”
Source: My Heart Will Triumph
“Lucia herself relied largely on psychic bids: in other words, whenever she announced a high contract in any suit, her partner had to guess whether she held, say, a positive tiara of diamonds, or whether she was being psychic. If he guessed wrong, a frightful disaster might result, and Elizabeth Mapp-Flint had once been justifiably sarcastic on the conclusion of one of these major debacles. 'I see, dear,' she said, 'when you declare four diamonds, it means you haven't got any and want to be taken out. I shall know better another time.”
Source: The Worshipful Lucia
“Lucia opened the door. "They say not to discuss politics and religion on the first date."
“Well, then.” I gave her a huge smile. “We’re screwed.”
Source: Blocked
“Lucia's abuela chortled, and her mother gave him a playful smack on the arm. But he could see both were pleased. They flanked him as if to escort him to the table. But before they could herd him in that direction, he politely asked permission to give Sanchia the present he'd brought.
Identical curious looks sprang into each of the women's eyes, and they stepped back, but crowded behind him to watch the show. Pepe wove through the press of people to kneel before Sanchia and held out the dolly, wrapped in the colorful knitted blanket. Since receiving it, he hadn't peeled back the covering to see Senora Thompson's handiwork, and he was almost as curious as the child.
With one finger, the girl traced a line of yellow yarn knitted into the blanket, as if she'd never seen anything so sunny. She looked up at her sister for permission to open the present. At Lucia's nod and encouraging smile, she slowly unwrapped the bundle.
The baby lay in splendor, wearing a pink gown and a matching cap and booties. Wonder brightened the little girl's thin, solemn face. She whispered in Lucia's ear, too softly for Pepe to hear. But Lucia's gentle, "Si Sanchia" made her grab the doll to her chest and rock her back and forth.”
Source: Montana Sky Christmas
“Lucian [of Samosata; 120-190 CE] was trying to make his audience laugh, rather than start a revolution”
“Lucian Freud's career affirms that the only thing an artist can do is remain true to whatever vision, (lack of) talent, or ideas that happened to pick them in order to be made known to the world.”
“Lucian groaned, the sound almost animal. I arched my back in response, pulled by his need, my bared breast coming closer to the wall of his chest. I wanted to feel his skin on mine.
But he didn't move. He gripped the edge tighter, his body working with heaving pants. "Fuck," he whispered. His pale gaze flicked to mine, a furrow knitting between his brows. "I want a taste. Please. God. Please, Em."
That he was undone nearly had me sliding under the water. But the need in his eyes made me whimper. Lids heavy with desire, I nodded, and he swallowed hard, his expression becoming fierce.
"Just a taste," he said, as if to hold himself to that. I whimpered, and his hot gaze snared with mine. Something passed over his expression----determination, reassurance, I couldn't tell; lust and need had scattered all rational thought. "Just a taste," he said again.
"Take it," I whimpered, barely able to form the words.
Lucian let out a breath, his mouth moving closer. "Fuck. Em... lift that sweetness up for me."
My breath left in a swoosh, everything squeezing with a lovely tightness. With a shaking hand, I cupped my breast and lifted it out of the water. Offering myself to him.
On a groan, he ducked his head. The hot, wet flat of his tongue dragged over my cold flesh. I let out a cry, a bolt of pleasure punching to my core.
He made a sound of pure hunger, his lips gently kissing the tip before he sucked it deep...”
Source: Make It Sweet
“Lucian's father had warned him to fear idle men. Without the pride gained from a good day's work, they were left to their vices and the doubts that crowded their head. Their hatred. Their envy.”
Source: Quintana of Charyn
“Lucian's thick, long finger slid into me, and I groaned----a pained sound.
"That's it," he rasped, fingering me with agonizingly slow pushes. "Fuck, that's it."
I gasped, my head light, my thighs clamping around his hand, as though I could hold in the sensation.
"Spread your legs a little wider, honey. Let me in. Good girl." He cupped my neck with his free hand, his forehead pressed to mine. "One day soon, I'm going to work myself into this tight sweet honey box, fuck you for hours."
My thighs trembled, heat swimming me as my lower belly clenched. "Lucian." I wiggled my hips.
He added another finger, fucking them up into me at an angle that had me keening in pleasure. "Right here, Em. Right here is where I'm aching to be."
I wanted him there so badly. My body moved with him, rocking against his hand.
"Right here is where I'll worship." He kissed me gently, a simple meeting of mouths, as his thumb snaked out and found my clit. He pressed down, rougher now that I was worked up and at the edge. Just how I liked. White-hot head sparked and lit, and I came in a rushing wave that had me straining against him.
"Say my name." He rubbed my slippery sex, fingers deep inside me.
"Lucian." I sobbed. "Lucian."
His grip on my nape was warm, reassuring as he kissed me. "That's my girl," he said as I came down from my high, my body trembling. "My girl."
My focus came back as he slipped free from my panties. He lifted his hand to his mouth and, holding my eyes with his crystalline-green eyes, sucked his wet fingers clean.
A wicked smile curved his lush mouth as his voice rolled over me like warm honey. "Delicious.”
Source: Make It Sweet
“Lucian. She's not normal. She's got the sex drive of Ursula. I'm so ashamed to say I've faked illnesses and gone to the doctor just to have a doctor's excuse! ~Steve~”
Source: White Knight Dom Academy: The Beginning
“Lucian stared at him, overwhelmed. “What are you all of a sudden?” he demanded gruffly. “An ancient wiseman?”
Jory pointed to himself.
“Look at me, cousin. Did ancient wisemen have shoulders like mine?”
Source: Quintana of Charyn
“Lucian took a swallow of the whiskey and licked his lips. “The one brother doesn’t seem too upset about his dead brother, and I’m starting to think this family might be a little bubble off plumb, but I get the address of the shooter and throw Cain in back of the Nash. On the drive over, he’s telling me that he didn’t have anything to do with killing Abel and that he didn’t even help the shooter dump the body—made him do it himself. Took some kind of strange moral stand on that one, I guess.” The old sheriff rolled his eyes. “Well, Ludlow Coontz, the shooter, is this big, dumb-lookin’ bulldogger, two hundred and seventy pounds if he was an ounce, and this is before I had yon man-mountain over there.”
Source: The Western Star
“Lucian was beginning to get used to hearing her small observations at night. More than anything, he realized he liked her voice in the dark. It made him feel less lonely.”
“lucid and quiet his voice hovered above the listeners, like a light, like a starry sky.”
Source: Siddhartha
“Lucid dreaming has considerable potential for promoting personal growth and self-development, enhancing self-confidence, improving mental and physical health, facilitating creative problem solving and helping you to progress on the path to self-mastery.”
“Lucid dreaming is ‘intentional dreaming.”
Source: The Oneironaut’s Diary
“Lucid dreaming is not a trick or a rare gift. It’s a natural capacity. You are always dreaming, always travelling, always experiencing other dimensions of consciousness while you sleep.”
Source: Consciousness Rising
“Lucid Dreaming is the ability of a brain to download the information of a possible futuristic state of an event from a Parallel Universe.”
“Lucid dreaming lets you make use of the dream state that comes to you every night to have a stimulating reality.”
“Lucid dreams are the dreamer’s treasure.”
Source: The Oneironaut’s Diary
“Lucid dreams often feel like this—as if you are observing yourself from a point over your shoulders-arm flexed, hands curving around the boom, breathing, in three dimensional silence.”
Source: Dancing With the Wind: A True Story of Zen in the Art of Windsurfing
“Lucid dreams show us the inner realities of existence which we have either been too busy or afraid to recognize.”
Source: The Oneironaut’s Diary
“Lucid dreams take you one step closer to your dreams.”
Source: The Oneironaut’s Diary
“Lucidity is the first purpose of color in music.”
“Lucidity of speech is unquestionably one of the surest tests of mental precision...In my experience a confused talker is never a clear thinker.”
“Lucidity's task: to attain a correct despair, an Olympian ferocity.”
Source: All Gall is Divided: Gnomes and Apothegms
“Lucidity, I maintain, is almost always desirable.”
Source: Escapism
“Lucien a perdu son
chagrin mais Monique
le châle à la gorge
profonde dans ses propos
parade ces jours-ci
en Holstein pour son pimp
ant de mari (p. 20)”
Source: Fashionably, tales : une épopée des plus brillants exploits
“Lucien asked, 'What is this place?'
We all looked at him. 'Home,' I said. 'This is- my home.'
I could see the details now sinking in. The lack of darkness. The lack of screaming. The scent of the sea and citrus, not blood and decay. The laughter of children that indeed continued.
The greatest secret in Prythian's history.
'This is Velaris,' I explained. 'The City of Starlight.'
His throat bobbed. 'And you are High Lady of the Night Court.'
'Indeed she is.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Lucien bent and searched through the scraps of paper at Loki’s stone feet for the blood-kissed prayer Dante had placed among them. Finding it, he plucked it from the pile and straightened.
The fading essence of creawdwr blood magic tingled against his fingers. Unfolding the liquor store receipt, he read the words scrawled in Dante’s lefty slant:
Watch over her, ma mère. S’il te plaît, keep her safe. Even from me.
Lucien reread the prayer until the words blurred. He closed his fingers around the receipt, the paper crinkling against his palm. He had no doubt who she was — Special Agent Heather Wallace.
Wounded, his child, yes. Damaged, yes. But Dante’s heart was whole and in love, it seemed, with a mortal. Perhaps Heather Wallace could bind Dante and help keep his sanity from unraveling.
Insanity. The fate of an unbound creawdwr.”
Source: In the Blood
“Lucien can never let anyone else know how defenseless Kazia is against affection.”
Source: Prince of Agony
“Lucien claimed you would come,' Tamlin said by way of greeting, voice as flat and lifeless as his eyes, a hand still braced on the door.
'Funny, I thought his mate was the seer.'
Tamlin only stared at me, either ignoring or missing the humour. 'What do you want?'
No whisper of sound behind him. On any acre of this estate. Not even a note of birdsong. 'I came to have a little chat,' I offered him a half grin that I knew made him see red. 'Can I trouble you for a cup of tea?”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Lucien cleared his throat. 'She meant no harm, Tam.'
'I know she meant no harm,' he snapped.
Lucien held his gaze. 'Worse things have happened, worse things can happen. Just relax.'
Tamlin's emerald eyes were feral as he snarled at Lucien, 'Did I ask for your opinion?'
Those words, the look he gave Lucien and the way Lucien lowered his head- my temper was a burning river in my veins. Look up, I silently beseeched him. Push back. He's wrong, and we're right. Lucien's jaw tightened. That force thrummed in me again, seeping out, spearing for Lucien. Do not back down-
Then I was gone.
Still there, still seeing through my eyes, but also half looking through another angle in the room, another person's vantage point-
Thoughts slammed into me, images and memories, a pattern of thinking and feeling that was old, and clever, and sad, so endlessly sad and guilt-ridden, hopeless-
Then I was back, blinking, no more than a heartbeat passing as I gaped at Lucien.
His head. I had been inside his head, had slid through his mental walls-”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Lucien frowned at the remaining place setting at the head of the table, then at the blank, barren spot across from Nesta. 'I- shouldn't you sit at the head?'
Rhys raised an eyebrow. 'I don't care where you sit. I only care about eating something right'- he snapped his fingers- 'now.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“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 known what Ianthe was from the moment he 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.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Lucien ignores her and pulls me flush to him, my waist against his, my forehead against his. Malachite makes a discontented noise and struggles to face his chair away in the small room,”
Source: Send Me Their Souls
“Lucien. It was Lucien.
Lucien, haggard and bloody, panting for breath. As if he'd run from the shore.
His gaze settled on Elain, and he sagged a little. But Elain only wrapped her arms around herself and remained at my side.
'Are you hurt?' he asked, coming toward us. Spying the blood speckling Elain's hands.
He halted short as he noticed the King of Hybern's decapitated head on the other side of the clearing. Nesta was still showered with his blood.
'I'm fine,' Elain said quietly. And then asked, noticing the gore on him, the torn clothes and still-bloody weapons, 'Are you-'
'Well, I never want to fight in another battle as long as I live, but... yes, I'm in one piece.'
A faint smile bloomed on Elain's lips. But Lucien noticed that scorched patch of grass behind us and said, 'I heard- what happened. I'm sorry for your loss. All of you.'
I just strode to him and threw my arms around his neck, even if it wasn't the embrace he was hoping for. 'Thank you- for coming. With the battle, I mean.'
'I've got one hell of a story to tell you,' he said, squeezing me tightly.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Lucien leaned his head back against the rock wall behind us. 'And then I'll ask your mate how he survived it- knowing you were engaged to someone else. Sharing another male's bed.'
I tucked my freezing hands under my arms, gazing toward the gloom ahead.
'Tell me when you knew,' he demanded, his knee pressing into mine. 'That Rhysand was your mate. Tell me when you stopped loving Tamlin and started loving him instead.'
I chose not to answer.
'Was it going on before you even left?'
I whipped my head to him, even if I could barely make out his features in the dark. 'I never touched Rhysand like that until months later.'
'You kissed Under the Mountain.'
'I had as little choice in that as I did in the dancing.'
'And yet this is the male you now love.'
He didn't know- he had no inkling of the personal history, the secrets, that had opened my heart to the High Lord of the Night Court. They were not my stories to tell.
'One would think, Lucien, that you'd be glad I fell in love with my mate, given that you were in the same situation Rhys was in six months ago.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Lucien,' my captor said quietly, the name echoing with a hint of a snarl. 'Behave.'
Lucien went rigid, but he hopped off the edge of the table and bowed deeply to me. 'My apologies, lady.' Another joke at my expense. 'I'm Lucien. Courtier and emissary.' He gestured to me with a flourish. 'Your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“Lucien paused, and I found him smirking at me, making the scar even more brutal. 'Were you admiring my sword, or just contemplating killing me, Feyre?”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“Lucien ran his one eye over me- my casual attire, then the Illyrians in their leathers, and Amren in her usual grey, and Mor in her flowing red gown, and said, 'What is the dress code?'
I shrugged, passing him the glass of wine I'd brought over. 'It's... whatever we feel like.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Lucien rubbed his eyes. 'I've seen Rhysand do such... horrible things, seen him play the dark prince over and over. And yet you tell me it was all a lie. A mask. All to protect this place, these people. And I would have laughed at you for believing it, and yet... this city exists. Untouched- or until recently, I suppose. Even the Dawn Court's cities are nothing so lovely as this.'
'Lucien-'
'And you love him. And he- he truly does love you.' Lucien dragged a hand through his red hair. 'And all these people I have spent my centuries hating, even fearing... They are your family.'
'I think Amren would probably deny that she feels any affection for us-'
'Amren is a bedtime story they told us as younglings to make us behave. Amren was who would drink my blood and carry me to hell if I acted out of line. And yet there she was, acting more like a cranky old aunt than anything.'
'We don't- we don't enforce protocol and rank here.'
'Obviously. Rhys lives in a town house, by the Cauldron.' He waved an arm to encompass the city.
I didn't know what to say, so I kept silent.
'I hadn't realised I was a villain in your narrative,' Lucien breathed.
'You weren't.' Not entirely.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Lucien's red hair gleamed like the leaves above us as he scanned the woods for anything to fill our bellies.
His woods, by blood and law. He was a son of this forest, and here... He looked crafted from it. For it. Even that gold eye.
Lucien eventually stopped at a jade stream wending through a granite-flanked gully, a spot he claimed had once been rich with trout.
I was in the process of constructing a rudimentary fishing pole when he waded into the stream, boots off and pants rolled to his knees, and caught one with his bare hands. He'd tied his hair up, a few strands of it falling into his face as he swooped down again and threw a second trout onto the sandy bank where I'd been trying to find a substitute for fishing twine.
We remained silent as the fish eventually stopped flapping, their sides catching and gleaming with all the colours so bright above us.
Lucien picked them up by their tails, as if he'd done it a thousand times. He might very well have, right here in this stream. 'I'll clean them while you start the fire.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Lucien's red hair shone in the firelight, the colours flickering with every movement he made, and the jewels in the hilt of his sword glinted- the ornate blade so unlike the baldric of knives still strapped across Tamlin's chest. But there was no one here to use a sword against. And while the sword was embedded with jewels and filigree, it was large enough to be more than decoration.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses