M Quotes
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“Meg Pokrass writes like a brain looking for a body. Wonderful, dark, unforgiving.”
“Meg Ryan is a beautiful and courageous woman. I grieve the loss of her companionship, but I haven't lost her friendship. We still phone each other for a good chat.”
“Meg Ryan was nice [ in When Harry Met Sally] ... the writing was good ... but it was really kind of a boy's club, I mean, there was Bruno Kirby, Rob Reiner, Billy Crystal - talk about your testosterone trio!”
“Meg’s eyes were too bright. “I wish human beings couldn’t have feelings. I am having feelings. They hurt.”
Source: A Wind in the Door
“Meg si voltò verso il suo obiettivo, ma il demone era sparito. Volatilizzato.
«Sai, le persone normali non girano con così tante armi e se vedono qualcosa di così violento solitamente scappano.»
Meg trasalì e si voltò con il cuore in gola, sentendo la sua voce provenire da dietro di sé. «E tu non sai che solo i vigliacchi attaccano alle spalle?» replicò invece di andare all’assalto, ponendo però l’arma tra di loro.
Lui fece una smorfia nel tentativo mal riuscito di mascherare un sorriso. «Considerando che tra noi due sono io quello che si è ritrovato con un buco nello stomaco, direi che è lecito essere prudenti. E poi sono disarmato.»
Meg fece saettare lo sguardo verso il suo addome esposto, visto che la maglietta gliel’aveva lacerata lei, ma non c’era nessun segno di ferita. Se non fosse stato per il sangue che gli imbrattava i vestiti avrebbe pensato di averlo mancato.
«Vedi qualcosa di tuo gradimento?» le domandò con un sorriso appena un po’ malizioso.
Meg intuì di essere arrossita, combattuta tra imbarazzo e ira. Scelse la seconda e tentando di colpirlo con la lama lo redarguì: «Non so come vanno le cose dalle tue parti, ma sappi che non puoi cercare di uccidere una ragazza e allo stesso tempo flirtare con lei!»
«Qui l’unica che sta tentando di uccidermi sei tu! E ripetutamente anche!» ribatté lui, schivando i suoi attacchi.”
Source: Omega: La fine è solo il principio
“Meg slashed through the last of Tarquin’s minions. That was a good thing, I thought distantly. I didn’t want her to die, too. Hazel stabbed Tarquin in the chest. The Roman king fell, howling in pain, ripping the sword hilt from Hazel’s grip. He collapsed against the information desk, clutching the blade with his skeletal hands.
Hazel stepped back, waiting for the zombie king to dissolve. Instead, Tarquin struggled to his feet, purple gas flickering weakly in his eye sockets.
“I have lived for millennia,” he snarled. “You could not kill me with a thousand tons of stone, Hazel Levesque. You will not kill me with a sword.”
I thought Hazel might fly at him and rip his skull off with her bare hands. Her rage was so palpable I could smell it like an approaching storm. Wait…I did smell an approaching storm, along with other forest scents: pine needles, morning dew on wildflowers, the breath of hunting dogs.
A large silver wolf licked my face. Lupa? A hallucination? No…a whole pack of the beasts had trotted into the store and were now sniffing the bookshelves and the piles of zombie dust.
Behind them, in the doorway, stood a girl who looked about twelve, her eyes silver-yellow, her auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was dressed for the hunt in a shimmering gray frock and leggings, a white bow in her hand. Her face was beautiful, serene, and as cold as the winter moon.
She nocked a silver arrow and met Hazel’s eyes, asking permission to finish her kill. Hazel nodded and stepped aside. The young girl aimed at Tarquin.
“Foul undead thing,” she said, her voice hard and bright with power. “When a good woman puts you down, you had best stay down.”
Her arrow lodged in the center of Tarquin’s forehead, splitting his frontal bone. The king stiffened. The tendrils of purple gas sputtered and dissipated. From the arrow’s point of entry, a ripple of fire the color of Christmas tinsel spread across Tarquin’s skull and down his body, disintegrating him utterly. His gold crown, the silver arrow, and Hazel’s sword all dropped to the floor.
I grinned at the newcomer. “Hey, Sis.”
Source: The Tyrant’s Tomb
“Meg turned and gazed out the rear windshield, probably checking for any shiny blobs pursuing us. “At least we’re not being—”
“Don’t say it,” Percy warned.
Meg huffed. “You don’t know what I was going to—”
“You were going to say, ‘At least we’re not being followed,’” Percy said. “That’ll jinx us. Immediately we’ll notice that we are being followed. Then we’ll end up in a big battle that totals my family car and probably destroys the whole freeway. Then we’ll have to run all the way to camp.”
Meg’s eyes widened. “You can tell the future?”
"Don’t need to.” Percy changed lanes to one that was crawling slightly less slowly. “I’ve just done this a lot.”
Source: The Hidden Oracle
“Meg was all natural. She didn’t wear a lot of makeup, but her skin was so smooth, dotted with angel kisses, as his mother called freckles. He wanted to trace those freckles with his tongue, kiss each one and see if they covered her whole body or only parts kissed by the sun.”
“Meg was going to have to learn for herself what Laurie had figured out over the summer - that it was better to leave well enough alone, to avoid unnecessary encounters with the people you'd left behind, to not keep poking at that sore tooth with the tip of your tongue. Not because you didn't love them anymore, but because you did, and because that love was useless now, just another dull ache in your phantom limb.”
“Meg watched her sister stand up straight to buck up her courage. Perhaps no one but a sister would have seen the little tremble in Jo's chin, the hurt in her eyes. Laurie certainly didn't seem to notice. Only Meg felt all the air go out of the room as she realized Jo was very close to tears - that in another minute they would have a scene on their hands, and it would all come out at last.
Instead, Jo said, 'Congratulations, Laurie. I hope you're very happy together.' And she ran up the stairs and away before he could say another word.”
Source: Jo & Laurie
“Meg Whitman wants to be close to power. She doesn't care if it's Hillary Clinton, she doesn't care if it's Barack Obama. All she knows is that if Trump is president, he's not gonna be crony with her. Trump is not gonna do any special favors for her.”
“Meg wiped her nose. “So you’re saying we need to find Caligula’s place and steal his shoes. While we’re there, can’t we just kill him?”
She asked this casually, like Can we stop by Target on the way home?
Hedge wagged his finger at McCaffrey. “See, now that’s a plan. I like this girl.”
Source: The Burning Maze
“Meg, you have to go. I can't.”
Source: Arctic Blue Death
“Meg! I love you! I want to marry you!" "That's weird," she said without stopping. "Only six weeks ago, you were telling me all about how Lucy broke your heart." "I was wrong. Lucy broke my brain.”
“Meg's high-heeled slippers were dreadfully tight, and hurt her, though she would not own it; and Jo's nineteen hair-pins all seemed stuck straight into her head, which was not exactly comfortable; but, dear me, let us be elegant or die.”
Source: Little Women ; Little Men ; Jo's Boys
“Meg, don't you think you'd make a better adjustment to life if you faced facts?" I do face facts," Meg said. They're lots easier to face than people, I can tell you.”
Source: A Wrinkle in Time Trilogy
“Meg, I give you your faults." "My faults!" Meg cried. "Your faults." "But I'm always trying to get rid of my faults!" "Yes," Mrs. Whatsit said. "However, I think you'll find they'll come in very handy on Camazotz.”
Source: A Wrinkle in Time Trilogy
“Meg, when people don't know who they are, they are open either to being Xed, or Named”
Source: A Wrinklein Time Quintet
“Mega-waves of change, challenge, and opportunity, offer incredible possibilities for Perpetual Reinvention to be relevant, responsive, and ADAPTAGILE. Leadership Consciousness levels will control the flow of potential into performance... the challenge is... 80% of people in leadership roles ARE NOT leaders!”
“Megachurches. I can't be the only one frightened when our houses of worship sound like they could take on Godzilla.”
“Megacollectors suppose they can enter art history by spending astronomical amounts.”
“Megadeth doesn't sound anything like Metallica.”
“Megadeth is a legend, and I'm not gonna cheapen it like some of these bands that keep going long after they should.”
“Megahertz: This is really, really big hertz.”
Source: Dave Barry in Cyberspace
“Megalodon mad. Megalodon not happy. Megalodon have tantrum.”
Source: Authority
“Megalomania is a common reaction to extensive LSD use, for once you are aware that your reality was created by yourself for your own benefit, it is hard to avoid getting a God complex.”
Source: I Have America Surrounded: A Biography of Timothy Leary
“Megalomaniacs like Alistair Drummond have become emperors and führers, served by underlings who never questioned their most irrational orders.”
Source: Orion Arm
“Megan could have kissed him. If there weren't a million obstacles, both physical and psychological, in her way, of course.”
Source: Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys
“megan once told me that happiness is getting exactly what you want, but she thinks it's only what she wants that counts.”
“Megan wanted to groan. "You guys are smothering me."
Braden leaned against the wall, watching it all, never speaking. Sexy and silent. Okay, so he had a few things going for him.
"Get used to it," Her father's voice brooked no refusal. "Until I leave this world, you are still my daughter and still under my protection."
"Protect Lance." She waved her hand at her smirking cousin. "He's in more danger than I am if he keeps pissing me off. Share the love, Dad.”
Source: Megan's Mark
“Megan was able to get me the single most important item in this entire house."
"She got you that new vibrator?"
"Jesus..."
"Oh, the cookbook, right," he said, remembering.
Megan used to work for the Food Network, and was able to secure me a signed copy of the original Barefoot Contessa cookbook.”
Source: Last Call
“Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.”
Source: Selected poems
“Meggie dropped to her knees, scrambling frantically to collect the miniature clothes before more damage was done them, then she began picking among the grass blades where she thought the pearls might have fallen. Her tears were blinding her, the grief in her heart new, for until now she had never owned anything worth grieving for.”
Source: The Thorn Birds
“Meggie fand, dass dieses erste Flüstern bei jedem Buch etwas anders klang, je nachdem, ob sie schon wusste, was es ihr erzählen würde, oder nicht.”
Source: Inkheart
“Meggie Folchart: Having writer's block? Maybe I can help. Fenoglio: Oh yes, that's right. You want to be a writer, don't you? Meggie Folchart: You say that as if it's a bad thing. Fenoglio: Oh no, it's just a lonely thing. Sometimes the world you create on the page seems more friendly and alive than the world you actually live in.”
“Meggie thought this first whisper sounded a little different from one book to another, depending on weather or not she already knew the story it was going to tell her.”
Source: Inkheart
“Meghan pushed her chocolate cheesecake across the table to me. I hadn’t gotten paid yet for November, so I had only ordered coffee. “Here,” she said. “Don’t you want it?” “Sure I want it. I ordered it. But I’m giving it to you.” “Why?” Meghan stood up and got me a fork. “Remember what Nora said about love? In your movie?” “Love is when you have a really amazing piece of cake, and it’s the very last piece, but you let him have it,” I said. “So it’s really amazing cake,” said Meghan. “And I want you to have it.”
Source: Real Live Boyfriends: Yes. Boyfriends, plural. If my life weren't complicated, I wouldn't be Ruby Oliver
“Meghan rose with the regal grace of a queen, calm and unruffled. I noticed she subtly moved in front of me when facing Ariella, a familiar gesture that caught me off guard. The Iron Queen was protecting me.”
Source: The Iron Knight
“Meghan,” whispered a voice, heart wrenchingly familiar, drawing me out of the void. I recognized it immediately, just as I realized it was a figment of my desperate imagination, because the real owner of that voice would never be here, talking to me.
Ash?
“Wake up,” he murmured, his deep voice cutting through the layers of the darkness. “Don’t do this. If you don’t come out of this soon, you’ll fade away and drift forever. Fight it. Come back to us.”
I didn’t want to wake up. There was nothing but pain waiting for me in the real world. If I was asleep, I couldn’t feel anything. If I was asleep, I didn’t have to face Ash and the cold contempt on his face when he looked at me. Darkness was my retreat, my sanctuary. I drew back from Ash’s voice, deeper into the comforting blackness. And, through the layer of dreams and delirium, I heard a quiet sob.
“Please.” A hand gripped mine, real and solid, anchoring me to the present. “I know what you must think of me, but…” The voice broke off, took a ragged breath. “Don’t leave,” it whispered. “Meghan, don’t go. Come back to me.”
Source: The Iron Daughter
“Meghiya, practice the contemplations on death, compassion, impermanence, and the full awareness of breathing: “To overcome desire, practice the contemplation on a corpse, looking deeply at the nine stages of the body’s decay from the time the breathing ceases to the time the bones turn to dust. “To overcome anger and hatred, practice the contemplation on compassion. It illuminates the causes of anger and hatred within our own minds and in the minds of those who have precipitated it. “To overcome craving, practice the contemplation on impermanence, illuminating the birth and death of all things. “To overcome confusion and dispersion, practice the contemplation on the full awareness of breathing. “If you regularly practice these four contemplations, you will attain liberation and enlightenment.”
“Meglio diffidare di chi non sbaglia mai, di chi non cade mai. Non sempre è il più bravo, ma forse il più fragile, che non si concede di lasciarsi andare alla sua fallibile, dunque imprevista, dunque sorprendente, umanità.
Anzi, meglio abbracciarlo.”
Source: La misura eroica: Il mito degli Argonauti e il coraggio che spinge gli uomini ad amare
“Meglio un uovo oggi che una gallina domani”
“Meh-gan,” he says, voice so gentle that it makes my insides ache. “I will be back when I have done my job as a hunter. It does not mean I will not miss you. It does not mean I will not think of you and your sweet smile every waking moment. It means I will be providing for you and our son. And I will be back in time to see him born, I promise.”
Source: Having the Barbarian's Baby
“Meh is basically a shoulder shrug, and that pretty much sums up the reaction I get from society at large.”
Source: Dear Evan Hansen
“Mehmet hüzne bayılıyor. Benim gözlerimde arayıp da bulamadığı hüznü kendi gözlerinde çoğalttıkça çoğaltıyor.”
Source: Kadının Adı Yok
“Mehr als das Leben lieb' ich meine Freiheit. More than life, I cherish freedom.”
“Mehrâb tient derrière le voile une fille dont le visage est plus beau que le soleil. Elle est de la tête aux pieds comme de l'ivoire, ses joues sont comme le paradis, sa taille est comme un platane [sâj]. Sur son cou [épaule] d'argent tombent deux boucles musquées, dont les bouts sont courbés comme des anneaux de pied. Sa bouche [ses joues] est comme la fleur du grenadier, ses lèvres sont comme des cerises, et de son buste d'argent s'élèvent deux pommes de grenade. Ses deux yeux sont comme deux narcisses dans un jardin, ses cils ont emprunté leur couleur de l'aile du corbeau, ses deux sourcils sont comme un arc de Tharâz, couvert d'une écorce colorée délicatement par le musc. Si tu vois la lune, c'est son visage ; si tu sens le musc, c'est le parfum de ses cheveux. C'est un paradis orné de toutes parts rempli de grâces, d'agréments et de charmes.”
Source: Shâhnâmeh : Le Livre des Rois persans
“Mehän olimme käyneet vain lasten unissa.
Täällä oli erilaista.
Paikka oli kylmä. Kalliomaisema. Tuulenpieksämä, harmaa. Torjuva.
Sellaisena sen luultavasti koimme. Vaikka emme koskaan puhuneet asiasta jälkeenpäin.
Nyt sanoisin että luultavasti koimme sinä yönä ensimmäistä kertaa sisältäpäin aikuisen ihmisen perusmielialan.”
Source: Gennem dine øjne
“Mei is watching her face the way she watches flight attendants during turbulence: if they keep pouring the coffee, she knows things are fine--some kinds of tumult frighten only the unaccustomed or the untrained.”
Source: The Dreamers
“Meia-idade? Já ninguém mais diz isso, meia-idade, fica-se jovem até ser promovido a velha avó, mesmo sem netos, e olhe lá! A idade adulta sumiu, comprimida entre a juventude esticada até o limite do indisfarçável e a tal melhor idade”
Source: Quarenta dias