List of Quotes

This is a compilation of well loved, much appreciated quotes I have highlighted from readings over the years. As the saying goes "One man's trash is another man's treasure", so while the quotes may mean squat to some, it means the world to me especially so when read in context of the story.

The quotes are listed in order of authors alphabetically, with said quote followed by book title and its author.

A handful of them are listed without source as I have somehow lost track of their origins along the way. Though some do ring a bell, I am not totally sure. And until I have total recall, I will leave them as it is because no source is better than incorrect source.


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Authors A       Authors B
Authors C       Authors D

Authors E       Authors F
Authors G       Authors H

Authors I       Authors J
Authors K       Authors L

Authors M       Authors N
Authors O       Authors P

Authors Q       Authors R
Authors S       Authors T

Authors U       Authors V
Authors W       Authors X

Authors Y       Authors Z


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Authors A
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My elation blew away on a cold wind, the heat of the summer day gone.

~ Existence
Abbi Glines


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I love you but I am not in love with you and I never will be again.
I need to pack and I need to move on with my life.”

~ Never Too Far
Abbi Glines


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He was silent so long I thought he'd caught a message from outer space or something.

~ Vacant
Alex Hughes


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An idea started to pick up its head from the back of my mind, but when I reached for it, it spooked and ran away. It would be back.

~ Marked
Alex Hughes


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Thoughts were such a rich medium, well beyond words, and for the first time I had cause to hate that fact.

~ Marked
Alex Hughes


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Yeah, I can read minds, but so what? I’ve read your mind and you’re still you and your secrets are still secret. I don’t know what’s going on, but whatever it is doesn’t change crap.

~ Sharp
Alex Hughes


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I am a telepath. The Guild has jurisdiction over me, over some things, and neither you nor me nor anybody else can change that without an act of Congress.

~ Sharp
Alex Hughes


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The dream wasn’t a dream; it smelled of truth before it began, truth of what could be, or would be, a vision of the future from the stupid stubborn precognition.

~ Sharp
Alex Hughes


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The rules of three. A bad attitude can kill you in three seconds; asphyxiation can kill you in three minutes; exposure in three hours; dehydration in three days; and starvation in three weeks—or is it three months?

~ The Last One
Alexandra Oliva


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This land was in my bones.
No matter what the crisis, I was part of this place, tasting it, living it, feeling it.

~ Nightwalker
Allyson James


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Sometimes things just are, and all that’s left to do is exist in spite of them.

~ The Women in the Walls
Amy Lukavics


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People can be happy and sad at the same time.. Sometimes the sad parts just spiral out of control.

~ The Women in the Walls
Amy Lukavics


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Mountains have the power to call us into their realms and there, left forever, are our friends whose great souls were longing for the heights. Do not forget the mountaineers who have not returned from the summits.

~ The Climb
Anatoli Boukreev


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Dead man’s hands slid down my spine, icy cold and full of whispers of darkness to come.

~ Shady Lady
Ann Aguirre


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‘This too shall pass.’

~ Shady Lady
Ann Aguirre


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The eyes were the windows to the soul.

~ Shady Lady
Ann Aguirre


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Crystal! The worst addiction in the galaxy: difficult to live with and impossible to live without.

~ Crystal Line
Anne McCaffrey


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Being mortal is about the struggle to cope with the constraints of our biology, with the limits set by genes and cells and flesh and bone.

Medical science has given us remarkable power to push against these limits, and the potential value of this power was a central reason I became a doctor. But again and again, I have seen the damage we in medicine do when we fail to acknowledge that such power is finite and always will be.

We’ve been wrong about what our job is in medicine. We think our job is to ensure health and survival. But really it is larger than that. It is to enable well-being. And well-being is about the reasons one wishes to be alive. Those reasons matter not just at the end of life, or when debility comes, but all along the way.

~ Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End
Atul Gawande


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A few conclusions become clear when we understand this: that our most cruel failure in how we treat the sick and the aged is the failure to recognize that they have priorities beyond merely being safe and living longer; that the chance to shape one’s story is essential to sustaining meaning in life; that we have the opportunity to refashion our institutions, our culture, and our conversations in ways that transform the possibilities for the last chapters of everyone’s lives.

~ Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End
Atul Gawande


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In the end, people don’t view their life as merely the average of all of its moments — which, after all, is mostly nothing much plus some sleep.

For human beings, life is meaningful because it is a story. A story has a sense of a whole, and its arc is determined by the significant moments, the ones where something happens.

Measurements of people’s minute-by-minute levels of pleasure and pain miss this fundamental aspect of human existence. A seemingly happy life may be empty. A seemingly difficult life may be devoted to a great cause. We have purposes larger than ourselves.

Unlike your experiencing self — which is absorbed in the moment — your remembering self is attempting to recognize not only the peaks of joy and valleys of misery but also how the story works out as a whole. That is profoundly affected by how things ultimately turn out.

Why would a football fan let a few flubbed minutes at the end of the game ruin three hours of bliss? Because a football game is a story. And in stories, endings matter.

~ Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End
Atul Gawande


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At least two kinds of courage are required in aging and sickness.

The first is the courage to confront the reality of mortality — the courage to seek out the truth of what is to be feared and what is to be hoped. Such courage is difficult enough. We have many reasons to shrink from it.

But even more daunting is the second kind of courage — the courage to act on the truth we find. The problem is that the wise course is so frequently unclear.

For a long while, I thought that this was simply because of uncertainty. When it is hard to know what will happen, it is hard to know what to do. But the challenge, I’ve come to see, is more fundamental than that.

One has to decide whether one’s fears or one’s hopes are what should matter most.

~ Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End
Atul Gawande


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Like many other people, I had believed that hospice care hastens death, because patients forgo hospital treatments and are allowed high-dose narcotics to combat pain.

But multiple studies find otherwise. In one, researchers followed 4,493 Medicare patients with either terminal cancer or end-stage congestive heart failure. For the patients with breast cancer, prostate cancer, or colon cancer, the researchers found no difference in survival time between those who went into hospice and those who didn’t.

And curiously, for some conditions, hospice care seemed to extend survival. Those with pancreatic cancer gained an average of three weeks, those with lung cancer gained six weeks, and those with congestive heart failure gained three months.

The lesson seems almost Zen: you live longer only when you stop trying to live longer.

~ Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End
Atul Gawande


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The terror of sickness and old age is not merely the terror of the losses one is forced to endure but also the terror of the isolation.

As people become aware of the finitude of their life, they do not ask for much. They do not seek more riches. They do not seek more power. They ask only to be permitted, insofar as possible, to keep shaping the story of their life in the world — to make choices and sustain connections to others according to their own priorities.

~ Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End
Atul Gawande


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..how we seek to spend our time may depend on how much time we perceive ourselves to have.

When you are young and healthy, you believe you will live forever. You do not worry about losing any of your capabilities. People tell you “the world is your oyster,” “the sky is the limit,” and so on. And you are willing to delay gratification — to invest years, for example, in gaining skills and resources for a brighter future. You seek to plug into bigger streams of knowledge and information. You widen your networks of friends and connections, instead of hanging out with your mother.

When horizons are measured in decades, which might as well be infinity to human beings, you most desire all that stuff at the top of Maslow’s pyramid — achievement, creativity, and other attributes of “self-actualization.”

But as your horizons contract — when you see the future ahead of you as finite and uncertain — your focus shifts to the here and now, to everyday pleasures and the people closest to you.

~ Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End
Atul Gawande


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Even our brains shrink: at the age of thirty, the brain is a three-pound organ that barely fits inside the skull; by our seventies, gray-matter loss leaves almost an inch of spare room. That’s why elderly people like my grandfather are so much more prone to cerebral bleeding after a blow to the head — the brain actually rattles around inside.

The earliest portions to shrink are generally the frontal lobes, which govern judgment and planning, and the hippocampus, where memory is organized. As a consequence, memory and the ability to gather and weigh multiple ideas — to multitask — peaks in midlife and then gradually declines.

Processing speeds start decreasing well before age forty (which may be why mathematicians and physicists commonly do their best work in their youth). By age eighty-five, working memory and judgment are sufficiently impaired that 40 percent of us have textbook dementia.

~ Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End
Atul Gawande



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Authors B
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All winter I had felt like a steersman in a fog, tideswept to nowhere, windblown to no harbor, lost, but now it was as though the fog lifted. The Fates had shown me the landmark I had sought, and if it was not the landmark I had wished for, it still gave my ship direction.

~ The Burning Land
Bernard Cornwell


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The three spinners make our threads. Wyrd bið ful ãræd, we say, and it is true. Fate is inexorable.

~ The Burning Land
Bernard Cornwell


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Wyrd bið ful ãræd, it says. Fate is inexorable. And wyn eal gedreas. All the joy has died.

~ The Burning Land
Bernard Cornwell


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Lust is a voyage to nowhere, to an empty land, but some men just love such voyages and never care about the destination. Love is a voyage too, a voyage with no destination except death, but a voyage of bliss.

~ Sword Song
Bernard Cornwell


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Fate decrees what we do. We cannot escape fate. Wyrd bið ful āræd. We have no choices in life, how can we? Because from the moment we are born the three sisters know where our thread will go and what patterns it will weave and how it will end. Wyrd bið ful āræd.

~ Sword Song
Bernard Cornwell


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Fear hovers in the air like a cloud and we talk of nothing to pretend that the cloud is not there.

~ Sword Song
Bernard Cornwell


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Wyrd bi ful aræd, we say, and it is true. Fate is inexorable.

~ The Lords of the North
Bernard Cornwell


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At the roots of Yggdrasil, the tree of life, there are three spinners, three women who make our fate. We might believe we make choices, but in truth our lives are in the spinners’ fingers. They make our lives, and destiny is everything.

~ The Pale Horseman
Bernard Cornwell


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I found another uncle, this one called Ealdorman Æthelred, son of Æthelred, brother of Æthelwulf, father of Æthelred, and brother to another Æthelred who had been the father of Ælswith who was married to Alfred, and Ealdorman Æthelred, with his confusing family, grudgingly acknowledged me as a nephew.

~ The Last Kingdom
Bernard Cornwell


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I learned that life is so, so fragile.
I learned that you can know someone for just days and never forget the impression he left on you.
I learned that art can be beautiful and sad at the same time.
I learned that if someone loves you, he’ll wait for you to love him back.
I learned that how much you want something doesn’t determine whether you get it or not, that “no” might not be enough, that life isn’t fair, that my parents can’t save me, that maybe no one can.

~ Shades of Earth
Beth Revis



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Authors C
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Grief has its fingers about my throat and I can barely breathe.

~ The Mermaid’s Sister
Carrie Anne Noble


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All of our lives are just a series of events carefully orchestrated to culminate in whatever death fate has planned for us. Every moment. Every act. Every loving whisper and hateful gesture - all just another tiny cog in the clockwork ready to ring the alarm for our ultimate hour.

~ Blackbirds
Chuck Wendig


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My eyes begin to shut heavily -- once, twice, then a third time.
I open them one last time as I try to search for light, but I know I'll never find it,
because there is no light in darkness.

~ There is No Light in Datkness
Claire Contreras


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No matter what you go through in life, don’t be afraid to love.
Loving is the only thing that keeps us sane.
If it weren’t for love, the suffering we experience wouldn’t be worth it.
If it weren’t for the suffering, we wouldn’t cherish the good things life gives us.
Sometimes it’ll seem as though life only knocks you down, but you have to learn to pick yourself up and fight back.

~ There is No Light in Datkness
Claire Contreras


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In the end, he hurt me more than I hurt him.
I broke his heart, but he tore mine into a million pieces.
Even if I wanted to piece it back together, I would never find them all because he would always be holding some.

~ There is No Light in Datkness
Claire Contreras



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Authors D
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The departed exist on one plane, and the human race exists on another, and somehow - whether by freak accident, divine intervention, or psychological disorder - I exist on both.

~ First Grave On the Right
Darynda Jones


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..Good publicity is preferable to bad, but from a bottom-line perspective, bad publicity is sometimes better than no publicity at all. Controversy, in short, sells.

~ Trump: The Art of the Deal
Donald J. Trump, Tony Schwartz (With)


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The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why and Where phases.

~ The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
Douglas Adams



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Authors E
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There are more tales to be told, more spells to be woven, more adventures to be had.
But all stories must “begin at the beginning” and so it is with this one.
So please, let me tell you a story…

~ War Prize
Elizabeth Vaughan


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You ever been on the freeway, stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic? And when you finally get to the head of the line, you realise the backup is because of an accident? Maybe not a bad one -- maybe just a fender bender that's already been moved to the side of the road. And all the traffic -- all that wasted time -- is because every driver who passes the scene has to slow down and take a look.

It's ridiculous, isn't it? And you swear that when you pass by, you're not going to look -- Just on principle alone. But when you get there, and you're driving past the dented doors and flashing lights and smashed bumpers, what do you do?

You slow down and look. You didn't want to, but you can't help it. It's morbid. Absurd. But that's human nature for you.

~ Tangled
Emma Chase


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Wounds heal, right?
Memories wash thin.
Broken hearts mend.
That’s how it’s supposed to be. How we survive.

~ Dragonfly
Erica Hayes



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Authors F
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Authors G
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A man of the Night's Watch lives his life for the realm.
Not for a king, nor a lord, nor the honor of this house or that house,
neither for gold nor glory nor a woman's love, but for the realm, and all the people in it.
A man of the Night's Watch takes no wife and fathers no sons.
Our wife is duty.
Our mistress is honor.
And you are the only sons we shall ever know.

~ A Game of Thrones
George R. R. Martin


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Stone was a bastard's name in the Vale, as Snow was in the north, and Flowers in Highgarden; in each of the Seven Kingdoms, custom had fashioned a surname for children born with no names of their own.

~ A Game of Thrones
George R. R. Martin


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Winter is coming, and when the Long Night falls, only the Night's Watch will stand between the realm and the darkness that sweeps from the north.

~ A Game of Thrones
George R. R. Martin


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When I was a boy, it was said that a long summer always meant a long winter to come.
This summer has lasted nine years, Tyrion, and a tenth will soon be upon us.
Think on that.

~ A Game of Thrones
George R. R. Martin


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I contain and I compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you’d never guess from looking at me.

~ Gone Girl
Gillian Flynn


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They flitted in and out of my life like well-timed stage actors, one going out the door as the other came in..

~ Gone Girl
Gillian Flynn


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Louvaen Duenda had an answer for most things and an argument for everything else.
She didn’t debate; she went to war.

~ Entreat Me
Grace Draven


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“My father’s eyes were also black.” Her full lower lip flattened, and her throat worked to hold back laughter. “Does the penchant for being hit in the face run in the family? What an odd trait to pass on to your descendents.”

~ Entreat Me
Grace Draven


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She’s always been a scold in the morning.”
He huffed and raised his tankard in mock toast to Louvaen.
“You must live a life of eternal morning.”

~ Entreat Me
Grace Draven


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“It isn’t meant to be unless Gavin has seduced you, and you’re lying to me. Then it isn’t an insult, only an insightful question.” Her scowl was fierce. “It best never be an insightful question while you remain unmarried.”

~ Entreat Me
Grace Draven


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‘Gene is extremely dangerous and should be avoided socially.’
‘He didn’t seem dangerous to me. He seemed very nice.’ Inge was smiling.
‘That’s why he’s dangerous. If he seemed dangerous, he would be less dangerous.’

~ The Rosie Effect
Graeme Simsion


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I was able to reassure my mother that Rosie and I were fine, work was also fine and any thanks for my uncle’s improved prognosis should be directed to medical science rather than a deity who had presumably allowed my uncle to develop cancer.

~ The Rosie Effect
Graeme Simsion



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Authors H
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Every time was the last time. Every time was the first time.

~ A Hopeless Romantic
Harriet Evans


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The ability to keep your mouth shut is usually a sign of intelligence. Introspection requires you to think and analyze. It’s hard to do that when you are blabbing away.

~ Counting by 7s
Holly Goldberg Sloan



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Authors I
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The heavens opened, and the realization fell out and hit me on the head.

~ Burn for Me
Ilona Andrews


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A minute passed. Another. Time slowed to a crawl.
Funny how long a minute can last.
If you're reading a good book, it flies by.
If you're holding your breath, it moves slower than a snail.

~ Clean Sweep
Ilona Andrews


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“We just met and she knows me so well.”

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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We stopped at the same rack. Two nearly identical swords waited before us, each thirty-two inches long.

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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“I didn’t think I had a fighting style,” Hugh said. “If it comes within range, I can kill it, but I thought what I did was a hodgepodge of techniques that worked. It’s not something one ponders: what is my special brand of violence? And then I saw you. Admit it, you felt it.”

I did. I’d never before seen anyone who fought like me. We had been completely in sync, so perfectly that the memory of it was disturbing. He looked at me. “I want to experience it again. Spar with me.”

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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“There are thousands of shapeshifters. Kill a hundred and there are always more. But there hasn’t been another one like you for five thousand years. I would slaughter everyone in that room below for a shot at a single conversation with you.”

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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“Look at them. They think this gathering is about them, their petty territorial clashes, their problems, their lusts, wants, and needs. They gorge themselves, squabble, and flash their fangs, and all the while they have no idea that it is all about you.”

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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I backed away until my spine touched Hugh’s.

I had no idea how, but I had known with one hundred percent certainty that his back would be there to brace me.

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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“So,” Hugh said. “You never told me. Did you like the flowers I sent?”

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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“You’ll try, and I will enjoy that, too. I meant what I said, Kate. You make me feel that interesting something. That’s rare for me. And I like having you around. You’re funny.”

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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Hugh opened his mouth. “Uncle.” It wasn’t a surrender. It was a dare.

A year ago I might’ve mistaken it for something else or convinced myself I was reading too much into it, but a year of being in love and being wanted gave me enough of a basis to identify that look.

Hugh was turned on. It wasn’t an act. This was real.
Damn it all to hell. Do not react.

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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If you ever disappeared, I would leave the Pack and I would look for you until I found you. However long it took.”

I knew he wasn’t lying.

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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"Curran never does anything without a reason,"

~ Magic Bites
Ilona Andrews



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Authors J
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Morellis house was a destination for him. Ranger's apartment felt like part of his journey.

~ Lean Mean Thirteen
Janet Evanovich


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'I'm dessert,' he said.

'Something that gives me pleasure, but isn't especially good for me?'

'Something that could never be the base of your food pyramid.'

See, here's where I was in trouble. Dessert was the base of my food pyramid!

~ Twelve Sharp
Janet Evanovich


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'Can I buy you dinner and a movie and a room at Hotel Morelli?'

~ Twelve Sharp
Janet Evanovich


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The main difference between Morelli and Ranger was that when Morelli got mad he got loud. And when Ranger got mad he got quiet. They were both equally scary.

~ Eleven on Top
Janet Evanovich


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I checked my phone messages. Three in all. The first was from Joe. "Hey, cupcake." That was it. That was the whole message. The second was from Ranger. "Yo." Ranger made Joe look like a chatterbox. The third was a hang-up.

~ To the Nines
Janet Evanovich


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"She used to be so smart," Grandma said. "And then she moved to California. Think all that California sun dried her brain up like a raisin..

~ Hard Eight
Janet Evanovich


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"Sure. No talking. My lips are sealed. Look at me, I'm locking my lips and throwing the key away."

~ Hard Eight
Janet Evanovich


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And then what would I tell Joe?
We sort of had an agreement.
Except neither of us knew exactly what the agreement meant.
In fact, now that I thought about it, maybe we didn't have an agreement at all.
Actually, it was more like we were in agreement negotiations.

~ High Five
Janet Evanovich


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Two hours later, Tank was comfortably slouched in his chair, arms crossed, eyes slitted but vigilant, watching the door.
His metabolism had dropped to reptilian.
No rise and fall of his chest.
No shifting of position—250 pounds of security in suspended animation.

~ High Five
Janet Evanovich


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Grandma Mazur reads the obituary columns like they're part of the paper's entertainment section.
Other communities have country clubs and fraternal orders. The burg has funeral parlors.
If people stopped dying, the social life of the burg would come to a grinding halt.

~ Two for the Dough
Janet Evanovich


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Food is important in the burg. The moon revolves around the earth, the earth revolves around the sun, and the burg revolves around pot roast.
For as long as I can remember, my parents' lives have been controlled by five-pound pieces of rolled rump, done to perfection at six o'clock.

~ One for the Money
Janet Evanovich


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According to convention, the name of a holy woman has to be comprised of two syllables, each formed by a three-stroke hieratic character. That number in our names—six—reminds us we are deficient on two counts, not worthy even in our written names to approach the sacred number 8. Firstly, we're deficient because we are human and not dragon. Secondly, we are female.

~ Touched by Venom
Janine Cross


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Tradition is not something to be followed without question, Zarq. It's rarely as pure and correct as it's made out to be. All tradition means is that something has become accepted over time. That's all. It's good to question such things.

~ Touched by Venom
Janine Cross


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Why would a dead girl lie? Answer: Because she can’t stand up.

~ Thirteen Reasons Why
Jay Asher


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Straw soldiers who, under her guidance, could be spun into threads of pure gold for the tapestry she needed to weave.

~ Hellfire
Jean Johnson


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We all do what we think is best. Sometimes we make terrible mistakes, sometimes we do the right thing. Sometimes we never know. We just have to hope.

~ The Winter People
Jennifer McMahon


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..death is not an ending, but a beginning. The dead cross over to the world of the spirits and are surrounding us still.

~ The Winter People
Jennifer McMahon


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Magic came from life itself, from the interaction of nature and the elements, from the energy of all living beings, and especially of people.

~ Storm Front
Jim Butcher


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I looked at the trees.
Saw them, not just in the first green coat of spring, but in the full bloom of summer, the splendor of the fall, and the barren desolation of winter, all at the same time.

~ Storm Front
Jim Butcher


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A problem is something to solve... If there’s no solution, it’s not a problem, so stop treating it like one.

~ This Is Where I Leave You
Jonathan Tropper


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We can all nod and smile and carry on our end of the conversation in an endless loop while our minds float somewhere outside our bodies.

~ This Is Where I Leave You
Jonathan Tropper


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If you're reading this book, you've probably already guessed that Mr. Velcoff represented me on this project as well, which also went for a significant advance. You can hunt around for the exact dollar amount on the Internet if you're curious.

But let me remind you that it really doesn't matter. I would have written this book for nothing, for it was a story I simply had to tell.

~ The Color of Heaven
Julianne MacLean



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Authors K
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I felt numb, as if my nerve endings had been scattered into the wind like a dandelion, leaving a bare stem of simple weariness.

~ The House on Tradd Street
Karen White


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On one side of me was Camden McQueen, on the other was Javier Bernal.
One more light than dark, one more dark than light.

~ Bold Tricks
Karina Halle

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If you were to ever leave me, I'd come looking for you, on every street.

~ On Every Street
Karina Halle


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One minute we were a memory in the making, and in the next we were just a memory.

~ Love, in English
Karina Halle


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Love, in English, is love...
Love in Spanish is you.

~ Love, in English
Karina Halle


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The real ghosts are the ones that take up residence in your mind...

~ The Girl in the Photograph
Kate Riordan


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Fragments of memory were flitting through her mind. They came so fast, bats across a darkening sky, that she hadn't yet been able to grasp one and examine it.

~ The Girl in the Photograph
Kate Riordan


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No, I thought as a blue ball of flame smashed into the far wall and exploded. Those stars were real.

...and for a heartbeat we watched, mesmerized, as the flickering blue flame plastered itself in a sunburst across the ugly yellow wall until it folded back in on itself and vanished with a pop.

~ Dead Witch Walking
Kim Harrison


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He’s just everywhere but nowhere at all.

~ Connected
Kim Karr


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"You suspect me?" Flint asked. "We don't have enough information to suspect anyone right now," Nyquist said. Flint smiled coldly. "You mean, you suspect everyone right now." Nyquist nodded. "That's the other way to put it," he said.

~ Paloma
Kristine Kathryn Rusch


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The police didn't like Retrieval Artists, anyway; that Flint — a former detective, considered one of the city's best — had gone to that barely legal world made them angry.

~ Paloma
Kristine Kathryn Rusch



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Authors L
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Never judge a book by its cover.

It seems what people try to represent on the outside very rarely mirrors their inside.

Beautiful people tend to be ugly, ugly people tend to be beautiful, storms tend to brew below a person’s cool, calm exterior, and tremendously happy people tend to be overcompensating for their own grief.

Nothing is ever really what it seems.

~ The Resurrection of Aubrey Miller
L. B. Simmons


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I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard....
But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to make me forget Jean-Claude.

~ Burnt Offerings
Laurell K. Hamilton

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The sound of her name penetrated her every cell and seemed to scatter her molecules beyond the boundaries of her own skin. She watched herself from the far corner of the room.

~ Still Alice
Lisa Genova

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I tried to sit and relax, but the latter wasn't happening, so the former was impossible.

~ The Grendel Affair
Lisa Shearin

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Dragons didn’t fool around when it came to protecting things that they acquired—be it gold, gems, or a monster’s body parts.

The Grendel Affair
Lisa Shearin

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“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Those two words said everything, but told me nothing.

~ The Trouble & Demons
Lisa Shearin


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I answered by not answering.

~ Armed and Magical
Lisa Shearin


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“You’re avoiding my question.” “You’re ignoring my avoiding.”

~ Armed and Magical
Lisa Shearin


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My headache had officially arrived and was setting up house between my eyes.

~ Armed and Magical
Lisa Shearin


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So close, yet so far.

~ Magic Lost, Trouble Found
Lisa Shearin


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Sleep is a shallow death we practice every night.
City after city, as the earth turns and rolls around the sun, we lie down and close our eyes.
We try out this thing, death, for a eight-hour stretch.

~ How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky
Lydia Netzer



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Authors M
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Blue eyes stared at me for a long minute, something unreadable swimming in their depths.

~ Shadow Kin
M. J. Scott


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One corner of his mouth lifted and a dimple cracked to life in his cheek.

~ Shadow Kin
M. J. Scott


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...you know my father. He’s a man who goes deaf when somebody says the word no to him. And he doesn’t get his hearing back until they answer him with a yes...

~ The Godfather
Mario Puzo


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Lawyers can steal more money with a briefcase than a thousand men with guns and masks.

~ The Godfather
Mario Puzo


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Only a Sicilian born to the ways of omerta, the law of silence, could be trusted in the key post of Consigliere.

~ The Godfather
Mario Puzo


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It is important to educate people that AD is not a loss of self. It is a gradual change in self that eventually affects the physical and cognitive abilities but retains the inner emotional connection.

~ A Look Inside Alzheimer's
Marjorie N. Allen, Susan Dublin and Patricia J. Kimmerly


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At present, it's a matter of accepting the inevitable and finding the routine that will allow appreciation of what life offers.

~ A Look Inside Alzheimer's
Marjorie N. Allen, Susan Dublin and Patricia J. Kimmerly


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History was – is – a one-way street. You have to keep walking forwards. But you don’t always need to look ahead. Sometimes you can just look around and be happy right where you are.

~ How to Stop Time
Matt Haig


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To talk about memories is to live them a little.

~ How to Stop Time
Matt Haig


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Life is not about how many breaths you take, but about how many moments take your breath away.

~ Getting Things Off My Chest: A Survivor’s Guide to Staying Fearless and Fabulous in the Face of Breast Cancer
Melanie Young


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Ask the right questions, get the right facts, and decide, along with your team of medical advisors, how to keep yourself healthy.

~ Getting Things Off My Chest: A Survivor’s Guide to Staying Fearless and Fabulous in the Face of Breast Cancer
Melanie Young


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You can visit doctors for medical advice, but it takes a real survivor to provide the life essentials for getting you through a breast cancer diagnosis, or any cancer diagnosis.

~ Getting Things Off My Chest: A Survivor’s Guide to Staying Fearless and Fabulous in the Face of Breast Cancer
Melanie Young


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Love is infinite.
There is no beginning and no end.
There is no starting point and no finishing line.
Love just is.
Love is born, grows, matures, and sometimes it dies.
But the memory will remain with you for the rest of your breathing hours.
You fall in love, you fall out of love.
But you will love again.
You always do.

~Arsen
Mia Asher


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He was the fire that burned my marriage down to ashes, but in those ashes, hope was reborn.
He healed me. Arsen.

~Arsen
Mia Asher


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They say being in love and loving someone are two different things.
Falling in love with someone is easy.
It's loving when the newness has worn off, when life gets tough, when things get in the way, when physical passion is gone, that true love remains. When love conquers it all.
When you fall out of love, it doesn't mean that you stop loving someone. They just don't make your heart beat faster.
You don't crave them until you don't know where they end and begin.
I don't know that I ever fall out of love with Ben, But I do know that I fell in love with Arsen along the way...

~Arsen
Mia Asher


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I was glad he didn't try to come up with something encouraging to say.
Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.

~ Archer's Voice
Mia Sheridan



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Nothing ever seems interesting when it belongs to you - only when it doesn't.

~ Tuck Everlasting
Natalie Babbitt


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We are breathless, but we love the days. They are promises. They are the only way to walk from one night to the other.

~ The Bright Hour: A Memoir of Living and Dying
Nina Riggs


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Everything is strange — so unlike anything we have done before—and everything, too, is exactly as we imagined.

~ The Bright Hour: A Memoir of Living and Dying
Nina Riggs


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..living with a terminal disease is like walking on a tightrope over an insanely scary abyss. But that living without disease is also like walking on a tightrope over an insanely scary abyss, only with some fog or cloud cover obscuring the depths a bit more — sometimes the wind blowing it off a little, sometimes a nice dense cover.

~ The Bright Hour: A Memoir of Living and Dying
Nina Riggs


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Sometimes the most important thing is knowing when to quit. Sometimes being heroic is knowing when to say enough is enough.

~ The Bright Hour: A Memoir of Living and Dying
Nina Riggs



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Authors P
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Seconds, minutes, hours tick past. Months, years, an eternity...

~ The Last Piece of My Heart
Paige Toon


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I am not one thing
But many little pieces
Divided but allied
One of these I gave to you
Now part of it has died
Every time you hurt me
Every time you make me cry
That little piece of me you own
Withers up inside
For now it’s still alive
You haven’t lost me yet
But others have
Others have
And that’s something
You should not
Forget.

~ The Last Piece of My Heart
Paige Toon


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The problem with giving your heart away to someone is that you never fully get it back. Long after you’ve fallen out of love with them, they still own a little piece of you.

~ The Last Piece of My Heart
Paige Toon


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But if I did not know what I wanted, I had learned something...the physician’s duty is not to stave off death or return patients to their old lives, but to take into our arms a patient and family whose lives have disintegrated and work until they can stand back up and face, and make sense of, their own existence.

~ When Breath Becomes Air
Paul Kalanithi


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As a doctor, you have a sense of what it’s like to be sick, but until you’ve gone through it yourself, you don’t really know.

~ When Breath Becomes Air
Paul Kalanithi


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The fact of death is unsettling. Yet there is no other way to live.

~ When Breath Becomes Air
Paul Kalanithi


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As a resident, my highest ideal was not saving lives — everyone dies eventually — but guiding a patient or family to an understanding of death or illness.

~ When Breath Becomes Air
Paul Kalanithi


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Home isn't where you're from, it's where you find light when all grows dark.

~ Golden Son
Pierce Brown



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Authors R
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Arguing with Hyrek was like arguing with a dead apple tree—fruitless.

~ Fortune's Pawn
Rachel Bach


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Don't believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding, find out what you already know, and you'll see the way to fly.

~ Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Richard Bach


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...one's body being nothing more than thought itself...

~ Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Richard Bach


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To deny our pasts is to burn the bridge we must cross to self-understanding.

~ Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Richard Bach


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Oftentimes it's the smallest, seemingly inconsequential acts that make the biggest differences in our lives.

~ A Winter Dream
Richard Paul Evans


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My mind was reeling. Finally, everything made sense. And nothing did.

~ A Winter Dream
Richard Paul Evans


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Is it wisdom to search out what will hurt us most? Is painful truth better than ignorant bliss?

~ A Winter Dream
Richard Paul Evans


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The greatest falls - of towers and hearts - happen when beliefs are built upon assumptions.

~ A Winter Dream
Richard Paul Evans


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In life we all take different paths, some more difficult than others, but in the end, all that matters is whether or not they lead us home.

~ Lost December
Richard Paul Evans


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The pages continue to turn, and every day I’m a little older, hopefully a little wiser and a lot more grateful.

~ Lost December
Richard Paul Evans


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I feel as excited as a child on Christmas morning — and probably for many of the same reasons.

~ Lost December
Richard Paul Evans


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I have learned that if you have something to eat, a roof overhead and clean water, you should be most grateful — you number among the world’s most blessed.

~ Lost December
Richard Paul Evans


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On the calendar, all days look the same, but they do not carry the same weight.

~ Lost December
Richard Paul Evans


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It has been said that sometimes the greatest hope in our lives is just a second chance to do what we should have done right in the first place.

~ Lost December
Richard Paul Evans


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If you have someone to love, you are lucky. If they love you back, you're blessed. And if you waste the time you have to love them, you're a fool.

~ The Christmas List
Richard Paul Evans


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Never criticize a man until you've walked a mile in his shoes. That way he can't do anything to you because you're a mile away and you've got his shoes.

~ The Christmas List
Richard Paul Evans


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The best they have is an educated guess. I’m not guessing, I’ve read the last page. I know how the story ends. Promise me you will do exactly what I say.

~ Promise Me
Richard Paul Evans


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I suppose that the simplest of things, when facing extinction, become of utmost worth.

~ Promise Me
Richard Paul Evans


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If history teaches us anything, it's that anything is possible and the unlikely is likely.

~ Promise Me
Richard Paul Evans


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Locked away in jewelry boxes, hidden in my closet, are two necklaces. They are gifts from two different men. Both of these necklaces are beautiful, both of them are valuable and I wear neither of them, but for entirely different reasons—one because of a promise broken, the other because of a promise kept.

As you read my story, there is something I want you to understand. That in spite of all the pain—past, present and that still to come—I wouldn’t have done anything differently. Nor would I trade the time I had with him for anything—except for what, in the end, I traded it for.

~ Promise Me
Richard Paul Evans


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For though it appears empty, to me it contains all that Christmas is made of, the root of all wonder in a child's eyes, and the source of the magic of Christmases for centuries to come.

~ The Christmas Box
Richard Paul Evans


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They say that time heals all wounds. But even as wounds heal they leave scars, token reminders of the pain.

~ The Christmas Box
Richard Paul Evans


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The human life cycle no less than evolves around the box; from the open-topped box called a bassinet, to the pine box we call a coffin, the box is our past and, just as assuredly, our future.

~ The Christmas Box
Richard Paul Evans


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Whatever the truth about the origin of the box's magic, it is the emptiness of the box that I will treasure most, and the memory of the Christmas season when the Christmas Box found me.

~ The Christmas Box
Richard Paul Evans


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Our thoughts are not arrows haphazardly shot out into the cosmos. They are boomerangs.

~ The Gift
Richard Paul Evans


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Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.

~ The Gift
Richard Paul Evans


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The most important story we will ever write in life is our own - not with ink, but with our daily choices.

~ The Gift
Richard Paul Evans


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Overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now. And in the middle of Here and Now, don't you think that we might see each other once or twice?

~ Walking on Water
Richard Paul Evans


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To deny our pasts is to burn the bridge we must cross to self-understanding.

~ Walking on Water
Richard Paul Evans


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It's good to take counsel from the past but not to be ruled by it. Otherwise we end up using today to fight yesterday's battles and miss tomorrow's promise.

~ Walking on Water
Richard Paul Evans


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Life is not a sprint.
It was never meant to be.
It is just one step of faith after another.

~ A Step of Faith
Richard Paul Evans


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In the beginning, I had considered these stops on my journey as interruptions - but I'm coming to understand that perhaps these detours are my journey.

~ A Step of Faith
Richard Paul Evans


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Sometimes we can only find ourselves by first losing ourselves.

~ A Step of Faith
Richard Paul Evans


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The gifts of the Spirit are the fruit of the tree of faith.
The gift of tongues, healings and miracles are the blessings of faith.
We live in an age of unbelief, but I promise you, miracles still abound.

~ A Step of Faith
Richard Paul Evans


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Once you have opened the book to another's life, the cover never looks the same.

~ The Road to Grace
Richard Paul Evans


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I was lonely but not alone - my companions were despair, loneliness, and fear. And they were a talkative bunch.

~ Miles to Go
Richard Paul Evans


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Unsettled Seattler unsettles the settled.

~ The Walk
Richard Paul Evans


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Most people are trapped in their towns, or their jobs, or their way of life.
We go through life in our little boxes until we find ourselves in the
last one, buried in the ground.”

~ Alone
Robert J. Crane


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The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist? It feels like it exists, but where is it? And if it did exist but doesn't now, then where did it go?

~ A Tale For the Time Being
Ruth Ozeki



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He knocks back the last of the bourbon.
The sound the empty glass makes when he sets it down on the table has a ring of finality to it — a decision’s been made.

~ Cursed
S. J. Harper


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He continues dipping onion rings in ketchup as if that stalling tactic is going to work.
Persistence is my middle name.
I fix him with a laser beam stare.

~ Cursed
S. J. Harper


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The look of shocked surprise on his face is magnificent. I want to commission a portrait artist to capture it in oils, so I can pass it down to future generations. It. Is. Priceless.

~ The Hating Game
Sally Thorne


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We’re evenly matched, but we are completely at odds.

~ The Hating Game
Sally Thorne


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And that’s one of the reasons why I’m taking a chance on him.
He doesn’t put me inside a padded box to protect me.
He gives me my freedom.
He lets me be me.

~ The Shattered Dark
Sandy Williams


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There was no going back after that. There was nothing to do but let those words sweep them through the years and land them solidly back in the present, older, wiser, different.

~ Lost Lake
Sarah Addison Allen


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The more knowledge we have about the realities of lethal illness, the more sensible we can be about choosing the time to stop or the time to fight on, and the less we expect the kind of death most of us will not have.

For those who die and those who love them, a realistic expectation is the surest path to tranquillity. When we mourn, it should be the loss of love that makes us grieve, not the guilt that we did something wrong.

~ How We Die: Reflections on Life's Final Chapter
Sherwin B. Nuland


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When I have a major illness requiring highly specialized treatment, I will seek out a doctor skilled in its provision. But I will not expect of him that he understand my values, my expectations for myself and those I love, my spiritual nature, or my philosophy of life. That is not what he is trained for and that is not what he will be good at. It is not what drives those engines of his excellence.

For those reasons, I will not allow a specialist to decide when to let go. I will choose my own way, or at least make the elements of my own way so clear that the choice, should I be unable, can be made by those who know me best. The conditions of my illness may not permit me to “die well” or with any of the dignity we so optimistically seek, but within the limits of my ability to control, I will not die later than I should simply for the senseless reason that a highly skilled technological physician does not understand who I am.

~ How We Die: Reflections on Life's Final Chapter
Sherwin B. Nuland


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Though biomedical science has vastly increased mankind’s average life expectancy, the maximum has not changed in veriflable recorded history.

~ How We Die: Reflections on Life's Final Chapter
Sherwin B. Nuland


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Death may be due to a wide variety of diseases and disorders, but in every case the underlying physiological cause is a breakdown in the body’s oxygen cycle.
~ Dr. Milton Helpern
Chief Medical Examiner of New York City, 1954-1974

~ How We Die: Reflections on Life's Final Chapter
Sherwin B. Nuland


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With what strife and pains we come into the world we know not, but ‘tis commonly no easy matter to get out of it.
~ Religio Medici
Thomas Browne

~ How We Die: Reflections on Life's Final Chapter
Sherwin B. Nuland


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..when the human spirit departs, it takes with it the vital stuffing of life. Then, only the inanimate corpus remains, which is the least of all the things that make us human.

~ How We Die: Reflections on Life's Final Chapter
Sherwin B. Nuland


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Shopping anywhere is great—but the advantages of doing it abroad are:

1. You can buy things you can't get in Britain.

2. You can name-drop when you get back home.

3. Foreign money doesn't count, so you can spend as much as you like.

~ Shopaholic Abroad / Shopaholic Takes Manhattan
Sophie Kinsella


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You try to keep life simple but it never works, and in the end all you have left is yourself.

~ A is for Alibi
Sue Grafton


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Time had shredded the facts like a big machine, leaving only slender paper threads with which to reconstruct reality.

~ A is for Alibi
Sue Grafton


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Understanding dawned on his face, followed by surprise and a chaser of amusement.

~ Elysian Fields
Suzanne Johnson


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I was frozen between my desire to escape today’s hard truths and a hunger to take the comfort he offered.

~ Royal Street
Suzanne Johnson


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Body of an Adonis, brain of an anchovy.

~ Royal Street
Suzanne Johnson


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He might be delighted to see me again, but I was two steps shy of panicked.

~ Royal Street
Suzanne Johnson


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Here is what I can tell you. All that matters in this life is that you try. All that matters is that you open your heart, give everything you have, and keep trying.

~ After I Do
Taylor Jenkins Reid


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Rachel and I sit down on either side of Grandma. She looks tired. Not the sort of tired after you’ve run a race or the sort of tired after you haven’t slept. She looks the sort of tired that you might be after living so long on this earth.

~ After I Do
Taylor Jenkins Reid


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His handwriting is so childish. Men’s handwriting is rarely identifiable by any sense of masculinity. It’s only identifiable by the lack of sophistication. They must decide in sixth grade to start worrying about other things.

~ After I Do
Taylor Jenkins Reid


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It will be OK because everything is OK in the end. And if it’s not OK, it’s not the end.

~ After I Do
Taylor Jenkins Reid


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He is next to me but not beside me. We are both in this bed, but we are not sharing it.

~ After I Do
Taylor Jenkins Reid


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I thought of all those people I had seen making their way down the mountain. They seemed victorious. As I started to turn down the mountain, I knew that I would seem victorious to all the people I would pass on the way down. It just goes to show how alike failure and success can appear. Sometimes only you know the truth.

~ After I Do
Taylor Jenkins Reid



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Authors V
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Happiness cannot be pursued; it must ensue. One must have a reason to “be happy.” Once the reason is found, however, one becomes happy automatically.

As we see, a human being is not one in pursuit of happiness but rather in search of a reason to become happy, last but not least, through actualizing the potential meaning inherent and dormant in a given situation.

~ Man's Search for Meaning
Viktor E. Frankl



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Authors W
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The absence of evidence is precisely that: an absence of evidence.

~ Defending Jacob
William Landay


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The absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.

~ Defending Jacob
William Landay


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A good marriage drags a long tail of memory behind it. A single word or gesture, a tone of voice can conjure up so many remembrances.

~ Defending Jacob
William Landay



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Authors Z
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I swear in that moment I watched the light dim in her eyes, like the last flicker of a torch with an exhausted battery.

~ Killer Instinct
Zoë Sharp









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Nothing ever looked or felt the same. It was an appointment with disappointment.

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Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die.

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People only live as long as someone remembers them,

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They say funerals are not for the dead but for the living. Those rites are what permit you to move on, so if you don’t deal with the remains, you can never deal with the memories.

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Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other.
Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth for the other.
Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other.
Now you are two persons, but there are three lives before you: His life, Her life, and Your life together.

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Two is a coincidence. Three is a pattern.

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Once is chance, twice is coincidence, three times is a pattern.

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My heart stalled, my breath catching. Falin.

As if trying to make up for that lost beat, my pulse sped up, my heart fluttering in an attempt to escape my chest.

~ Alex Craft series
Kalayna Price


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I remembered something he said, years ago. “Sometimes when you met someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition”. He’d kissed me then and whispered: “Click”.

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His hands jerked. I’d struck a nerve.
Good.
My own nerves were well frayed. I wanted to share the wealth.

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His ghost of a smile flickered over his lips.

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Some people awoke to escape their nightmares.
I awoke into one.

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The game was set and the pieces were moving, and there was nothing to do now but see how it finished out. I had my own moves to make.

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His features were elegant without appearing weak, beautiful without sacrificing one bit of masculinity.

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The vague feeling of unease matured into full-blown dread in her chest.

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Fear sank through me like an anchor to the seafloor, pinning me to the spot where I stood.

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Marc’s world was defined by bold streaks of black and white, and mine was consumed by shades of gray. He saw good and bad, but all too often, I saw only the lesser of two evils.

~ Shifters series
Rachel Vincent


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That horrible feeling of dread still clung to the recesses of my mind like sticky cobwebs.

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A sudden awareness sent chills up my spine, and neither it nor the goose bumps sprouting on my flesh were due to the mid-November cold.

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His disbelief sent a fresh surge of irritation through me.

***

Each new line that appeared around his eyes and each gray hair that grew at his temple reminded me that he was just as susceptible as the rest of us to the devastation of time, the wear and tear of constant use.

***

Fresh irritation swelled in my chest like heartburn, bringing with it the first twinges of a migraine behind my right eye.

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Now the only part of my “name” remaining was a familiar note in the hollow echo of his laughter.

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Disappointment drained from his features with alarming speed, replaced with anger, very very familiar anger.

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You can’t expect us to remain the same anymore than you can expect time to stand still. You either adjust to the changes and move along with the times, or you get left behind. So which is it going to be? Are you going to let us evolve, or are you going to leave us behind?

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He turned from the window to look at me, a ghost of a smile haunting the corners of his mouth.

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My chin dropped into the cradle of my cleavage.
Seriously, I nearly dislocated my jaw.

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My father’s face was expressionless, his mouth a firm, straight line. But his eyes reflected the ghosts of more painful memories than I could possibly guess at.

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I finally just turned the set off and went to bed for a restless sleep, disturbed by dreams bordering on nightmares.

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Under a crisp blue June sky, it was just a melancholy, depressing place. But when day turned to night, melancholy turned to menace. Shadows lengthened and the gray deepened, hiding anger and calling fear. And two young men called it home.

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Time stopped.
The floor dropped down from under my feet and I floated, disconnected, seeing only him.

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The rock in my chest cracked into sharp pieces. Thinking about letting him go hurt. But then he wasn’t mine to let go in the first place.

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A tiny sound popped in my ears, and I had the absurb idea that it was my heart forming hairline cracks.

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My stomach sank. All traces of fatigue fled, burned in a flood of adrenaline.

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I’d believed him. He was supposed to be different, to be more.
He’d made me hope for things I didn’t think I’d ever get.
When hope broke, it hurt.
Mine was a very big, very desperate hope, and it hurt like a sonovabitch.

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I holed up in my office as much as I could, seeking solitude and my own dark thoughts.

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Yes, my life was a never-ending spiral, doomed to repeat the same patterns of annoying immortal threats – and miserable romantic situations.

~ Succubus Shadows
Richelle Mead


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Allowing myself to drink in the beauty of the surroundings.

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Drowning in a sea of confusion and fear.

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And then, thankfully, he was gone, leaving the scent of CK1 and laundry starch in his wake.

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The thought sent a shiver up my spine, and I shook it away.

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A morsel of advice.
Advice I was getting great huge gobs of of late.

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Her frown disappeared as her brows shot upward in a look of horror.

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The next thought, riding a sea of embarrassment, washed over me with the speed of a tidal wave.

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I jerked away from Roman, breaking his hold on me. His expression registered surprise, immediately replaced by sudden understanding. Those beautiful eyes sparkling dangerously, he laughed. “Took you long enough.”

~ Succubus Blues
Richelle Mead

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