Paranormal Quotes - Page 10

Fine. Fine. Let’s try. You asked why bad things happen to good people. Well, the simple answer is, there are no bad things and there are no good people. Nothing bad ever happens to anyone and people are neither good nor bad. A person is nothing. A person does not exist. There are no people.

The only way to get the ending you want is to write your own story.

I can’t change my past, nobody can, I can make my future better

As far as I'm concerned, you're changing the fate of another human being. Maybe he isn't meant to be elected to office. Maybe humans deserve to live with electing the wrong person.

And the more he gazed at her, the more he felt a twinge of something he couldn’t quite describe, an unknown surge that bubbled inside him from the first moment he’d caught sight of her, and it wouldn’t release him.

He would give up his wings and heaven for her, a woman he loved but would never truly belong to him, a woman he could never keep. He’d fall and be banished from the only home he’d ever known, but he could never give her up. He’d keep her, enjoy her and love her as long as he could.

You all know why we’re here. The time has come for action. To be sure we are prepared, Maeve and I will be heading out to scout conditions. We shouldn’t be gone more than a fortnight and in our absence, Fianna will be seeing to things. If we don’t return, you all know what to do. Look after yourselves and be ready.

I can’t let it happen. I can’t risk it. I have to protect you, and I will. With every breath in me, I will.

I wish we would all just fall apart so I wouldn't have to listen to the downfall happen, so slowly, so painfully.

I made the decision. I want you more than I want heaven, more than I want to be an angel. I love you more than who I was created to be.

Dear, ye do have a problem.

He kissed her, and the magic that had been building up steadily around them exploded, raining down in arcs of silver fire that made her half-remember a prophecy from her dreams.

One by one, they all will die.

Something had been set into motion.

She stared at her face in the mirror, feeling everything around her slipping away. The face stared back, and she wondered who was looking at her.

He turned to look at her. "We've some talking to do."
"Didn't we do that on the plane ride over here?"
"I doona remember talking. I remember kissing, touching, and many orgasms, but no talking.

What if all religiouns were stories, and all stories were true?

I remembered what it was like to die-the pain, the fear, the doubt, and the unknown. Somehow I had cheated death once. Now I was about to try again.

I didn't panic until my chest collapsed and I couldn't breathe. I gasped until I no longer had a throat to do it with. I didn't feel like I was holding my breath - it was more like I had no lungs.

Are you the same woman I brought here, Sasha? You're like a kid at Christmastime."-Monroe

"You would be, too, if someone fulfilled your most secret fantasies."-Sasha

What if all religions were stories, and all stories were true.

So I'm not allowed to take responsibility for the whole world, but you are, huh?
Kees felt the corners of his mouth twitch and his heart squeeze and then melt. ...
I am bigger, he growled.
And she laughed.