Fantasy Quotes - Page 2

When the mind is free, magic happens.

Wisdom cannot be stolen - it can only be shared.

It is a fool of a shepherd who culls his dogs.

Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star.

Because you are the superhero fledgling. I’m just your more attractive sidekick. Oh, and the herd of nerds are your dorky minions.

In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything.

He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again.
I pictured smacking him in the face.

Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.

All the friends in the world are in the fountain of a pen.

So is this being in love? I stay with the moment, waiting to find out, the space between us fluctuating with uncertainty. The only thing I am sure of is that each time his lips leave mine they are right back again.

I wanted to apologize but what could I say? I’m sorry but I’m afraid my fangs might freak you out. Oh and by the way my eyes sort of glow in the dark when I get excited. I hope you’re cool with that.

I’m not that pitiful little girl you bullied last year.

People make mistakes all the time –some of us just are in more of a position to leave an impact when we do.

That somehow, this insufferable girl would become the one person I am forever, hopelessly, madly drawn to against my will and possibly even my better judgment.

You can be a great man and still be a fool. Many of our country’s leaders can attest to that. Were they still living.

Three. I had just made my first, second, and third kill. Before I had even obtained my mage’s robes. I bent over and vomited into the grass. There was no pride, no justice, just the appalling sense that I had lost my innocence. That I was a monster.

He was a prince. There was no hope in saying yes to the boy with the garnet eyes who left me reckless and confused at every turn. There was no future with him. None. Darren had duty. To the Crown. Gods only knew Priscilla and Blayne had spent enough time reminding me of that.

Someday, Ry, you are going to realize who Darren really is. He’s a prince, and he’s only going to break your heart.

We couldn’t be friends. We couldn’t be enemies.
So what were we?

Anything for Byron’s least favorite apprentice. It’s the least I can do since you took over my torch.