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book-quotes-daily · 3 hours ago
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“Will you come with me?” he asked.
-Song of Achilles
“Then come with me,” he said, “Help me.”
-Trials of Apollo, Tower of Nero
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edanaamah · 3 hours ago
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“Romulus, do you maintain, as you have every time you’ve appeared on our program, that Harry Potter is still alive?”
“I do,” said Lupin firmly. “There is no doubt at all in my mind that his death would be proclaimed as widely as possible by the Death Eaters if it had happened, because it would strike a deadly blow at the morale of those resisting the new regime. ‘The Boy Who Lived’ remains a symbol of everything for which we are fighting: the triumph of good, the power of innocence, the need to keep resisting.”
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book-quotes-daily · 4 hours ago
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“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came in and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
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meli-r · 4 hours ago
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And isn't that the root of every despicable action? Not selfishness, but precisely the absence of a self.
Gail Wynand from The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand
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fnmanning · 5 hours ago
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Black Cats and Bad Mood Boards
Black Cats and Bad Mood Boards
Hello, is this Moodboards Anonymous? My name is F.N. Manning, and I’m addicted to moodboards. Oh, this isn’t Moodboards Anonymous? And that support group doesn’t exist? That’s fair. As you might have guessed, I enjoy making mood boards, which I put as one word in every instance before this one, but I get the red squigglies so now I’m changing my mind. This is for my new adult fantasy novel, that…
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a-court-of-pages · 6 hours ago
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"Belonging meant caring, and caring was a dangerous thing. At best, it complicated everything. At worst, it got people killed."
A gathering of shadows, V.E. Schwab
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weareokayst · 7 hours ago
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Loss.
A known absence. If you did not know it, it would be nothing, which it is, of course, a nothing of another kind, as acutely felt as a blister, but a tumult, too, in the region of the heart and lungs, an emptiness with a name: You.
- the summer without men.
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bibliophilequotes · 7 hours ago
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We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.
—LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY, Anne of Green Gables
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obiwanken00b · 8 hours ago
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“Consider parties,” he said. “They’ve always struck me as big uncontrolled experiments in social dynamics. It’s as if you’re stress-testing every relationship you have at once.”
In which I relate to Obi-Wan Kenobi
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brynneweaverbooks · 8 hours ago
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The door burst open and Kiran strode over the threshold, looking every ounce the soldier as he slammed it shut behind him with a powerful thrust of his hand. His eyes were fierce and captured the flickering light as he came to a stop a few feet in front of me. His broad chest rose and fell with tense breaths and he glared down at me, an intense wave of heat washing through the space between us.
"Always fighting or fleeing," he said in a voice as low as a growl. "Has it not crossed your mind to just stop for a moment?" I neither answered nor backed away. My gaze darted to his lips and back up, Kiran's eyes flaring in a thin band of colour around wide pupils in response. "Ask me," he demanded.
My reply came out as barely more than a whisper. "Ask you what?" Kiran moved a step toward me.
"Ask me." I swallowed but said nothing. He came another step closer, close enough to take my hand, close enough to lead a dance, close enough to touch. But he did none of those things. His hands were folded into fists at his sides. "Ask me what I want."
"You want your jacket," I said, motioning to the chair where it laid folded. "You must keep up your pretence as weapons dealer." Kiran gave a mirthless laugh and looked away for a moment, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. When he focused back on me it was with the intensity of a wolf with a rabbit in its sights.
"For the love of the gods, woman. You're the most stubborn creature to walk heaven or earth." He leaned forward and regarded me, his gaze sweeping over every inch of my face as a muscle feathered along his jaw. "Ask me, Quinn."
Part of me wanted to keep struggling against him. Another part of me was so tired of trying to keep him out. As fast as I could rebuild my defences, Kiran was there, taking them down. I realized at that moment that he was never going to give up, and I didn't want him to. Whether it was that day or another, he would ask the same questions, he would pursue the same prey. His brows flicked once, the only outward sign of any impatience as he watched me weigh thoughts. I took a slow, unsteady breath. "What do you want, Kiran?"
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Sophie changed the subject with the poise and dignity of somebody who’d drunk entirely too much to give a fuck.
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