All I've ever wanted was to be near you.— Shannon Hale
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It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.
Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover.
Like people, it is the inside that counts.
Her smile was peculiar - it made her nose wrinkle, not as though she smelled something unpleasant, but more that she was so amused, her whole face wanted to be a part of the smile.
Even the jerks earn some of our affection.
We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts.
... If we don't tell strange stories, when something strange happens we won't believe it.
Razo knew he was best at nothing, except maybe cramming two cherries into a single nostril.
Oh land of farms and green hills mild Once formed by giants rough and wild With massive paws they gripped and tore With one great rip they formed the shore Where heavy boots left prints so deep Blue lakes remain 'tween summits steep The giants fought beneath our skies And from their bones our mountains rise
I'm not bossy - I just happen to be more capable than most everyone else.
I'm sorry Finn. I'm a wooden-headed dummy.' Don't be so hard on yourself,' said Finn. 'You're just a straw-brained scarecrow.
I'm a terrible prince. I should put my kingdom first and everything else second, but your first. I want you by my side every second, but I know I would crumble if I lost you.
The to Cathal was battered and only one wagon wide, with swells of hard earth where mud had frozen during cold ad rainy seasons. Enna tripped often, and cursed each time she tripped, until Dasha said, "Enna, you might watch your language." Enna grimaced. "I was. You should hear my thoughts.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a thirty-something woman in possession of a satisfying career and fabulous hairdo must be in want of very little
I, Geric-Sinath of Gerhard, declare that you're beautiful and you're perfect and I'll slay any man who tries to take you from my side. Goose girl, may I kiss you?
For Colin Firth: You're a really great guy, but I'm married, so I think we should just be friends.
The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper.
You, what are you? The brat of lucky parents who were related to a childless king. There is no such thing as royal blood. I believe we are what we make ourselves, and as such, you, Crown Princess, are nothing.
She wore white heirloom lace about her throat And in her hair a bright golden feather A pearl like a plum hung ripe from her neck But her smile fetched ten gold together
We know it's all just daydreaming...But sometimes, it'd be nice just to hold something real in your hands that felt like a measure of your worth.
He nodded. "And if I don't make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world every day of your life, then I don't deserve to be near you.
He looked at her, and the clarity of his dark eyes struck her heart with a sensation of a wound touched.
But when she turned her back to the lights, she saw that the night was so dark.
..She could not see the stars. The world felt as high as the depthless night sky and deeper than she could know. She understood, suddenly and keenly, that she was too small to run away, and she sat on the damp ground and cried.
I am not sure I am ready to know what I think about that, so I dare not write it out.
Rin slept inside the oak’s thought.
Its own memories of weather and growth continued to hum, and like a pond, its stillness reflected back herself.
How I keep trying to force our story into a fairy tale, but from the beginning, it's been more like a nursery rhyme." "Bizarre and adorable?" "Just like you." "With rings in your pockets and bells on your toes" "Ooh, I should really invest in some toes bells.
Time is a wind that keeps blowing in my face and mumbling words that don't make sense.
I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky.
It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky.
She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue The mountain, my lady She's as sweet as pink flowers made bright with morning dew, Mount Eskel, my lady
Don't beat yourself up," said Charlotte.
"True love can be so easily mistaken for other things-friendship, humane concern, indigestion.
I’ve always believed that as an author, I do 50% of the work of storytelling, and the reader does the other 50%. There’s no way I can control the story you tell yourself from my book. Your own experiences, preferences, prejudices, mood at the moment, current events in your life, needs and wants influence how you read my every word.
You're better than seven years of food. You're better than windows. You're even better than the sky.
The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it.
And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.
No wolf falters before the bite So strike No hawk wavers before the dive Just strike
Clearly she was expected to say something, but panic at having to speak stole the thoughts from her head.
And new, too. Remade. Ready to move again. Listening was the start, she decided. Doing was the next step.
Nom, do say something funny so she can admire!
When you get tired of worrying and mourning your horse and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I'll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.
Gerti didn’t ask for help.” Miri swallowed and tried to calm her quavering voice. “It was my fault.” “So it was. Now you all have learned that those who speak out of turn choose punishment for themselves and anyone they speak to.” “So if I speak to you, Tutor Olana, will you get the lashes?
I'm Razo, a member of Bayern's Own," he said, stopping himself from adding "Loafing is just a hobby of mine." "Bayern's Own? But you're a child." Razo looked up to the sky. "I'm not a child, I'm just short.
But the hoping, that's what really hurts.
No one had ever called her wild before.
She wanted to be wild now, for him. Wild seemed more enticing then a bowl of berries.
If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.
A little snark, properly directed, can change the world.
A heart is a heart in a child or a man.
He would never abandon her, never leave a gaping hole, and even if he died someday, he was preserved like a lab specimen from all the alcohol he imbibed, so he wouldn't look or act much different.
She answered by standing and kissing him first and held his cheeks and closed her eyes and felt sure as bones and deep as blood that she had found her place.
Make haste” Jane added, just because she always wanted to say that.
Poor gosling. It hurts to be lost. And worse to be home with no kind of homecoming...I'll be lucky if I can do as well as you when all this's done, just a bit out of breath, a bit bruised and scratched, a bit wiser and sadder for it all.
No matter that we could be beheaded for this,” said Esa.
“Heads are overrated.” “Yes, they are so unfashionable,” said Miri, imitating an Aslandian accent. “This spring, ladies of style are wearing their feathers in their necks.