Ya Quotes - Page 7

Be still for you may hear the hauntingly familiar song of a mermaid.

Remember what I said when I led to Omar and the queen?" I bobbed my head, unable to look away from his jewel-like eyed, shining in the darkness...so much like Chorda's. "That was the lie. Good-bye, Lane," he said and then crept into the darkness.

I can do whatever I wish. That's the benefit of being me." ~ Belial

I'm not sure what he's saying , but by the way he's checking you out, it looks like you're gonna need a restraining order soon." ~ Treena Mui

Lyra marveled at the effect hope could have.

I spread my arms. “In the Rainbow Jungles of Ever there lives what I affectionately call, killer ducks.

Step One: Grab Mattie. Step Two: Run. It wasn't much of a plan. But what it lacked in potential it made up for in simplicity.

The cave exploded with the sound of trumpets.
A heavenly choir began to sing.
A surge of power ran up the sword into Henry's hand.
A voice thundered through the cavern. "Whosoever Pulleth The Sword From Out The Stone, Is Rightwise Born King of All England."

Henry screamed and threw the sword into the lake.

It was a musty sweet smell. "Is this plague city?

Reading always calmed me down: filling my head with other - made up - people's problems and conflicts made my own seem less terrible, less real.

You will do as you are told the second you are told to do it. Is that clear?'

'I'm not six mother, I think I can grasp standard sentences.' Whether I chose to pay attention to them however...

It was like being born in Germany after World War II, being from Japan after Pearl Harbor, or America after Hiroshima. History was a bitch sometimes. You couldn't change where you were from. But still, you didn't have to stay there.

Of course, that’s how life is. A turn of events may seem very small at the time it’s happening, but you never really know, do you? How can you?

Tequila! Would you not think fallen angels would be immune to it."
"Fallen, hate that word! I prefer..misplaced

They sat and he drew her into him. Their lips met, sparking an internal firework display. His soft exquisite lips pressed gently against hers. His kiss held the exact right balance between tenderness and a kind of passionate urgency.

And Esme remembered in a rush-the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the crescendo at the end of a symphony and made her heartbeat quicken.

Sun and snow is an Angel’s glow, but storm and rain? That’s a Demon’s bane.

When I think of war, I see blood. Pain and suffering. Nothing good comes from war.

But there is good. There will be an outcome. One side will find peace, solace. While the other will end in bitter loss.

There are two sides to the coin of war.

You are on my side," she says.

"What side is that?" I ask.

"The winning side," she says, and smiles. "The team of the artists."

"Who are we playing?"

"The barbarians," she says. "We are always playing them.

A blank canvas...has unlimited possibilities.