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I looked out the window at walls of moonlit cloud ascension beside us as though we we were at the bottom of some, gray and ivory canyon, hung higher up the moon-smashed sea ...
But, with whatsoever hindsight, I suppose the reason that I want to close on a consideration of these words is that the moon-solid progress through high, drifting cumulus is - read them again - at the very opposite of what we perceive on a liquid's tilting and untilting top, and so becomes the other privileged pole among the images of this written report, this essay, this memoir.
Or perhaps, as it is only a clause whose syntactic identify has been questioned by my own unscholarly researches, I merely want to ready it before it vanishes similar water, similar lite, similar the play betwixt them we only suggest, but never master, with the word motion. — Samuel R. Delany

Unfortunately this is the legacy that has been handed to the states past the people before us, people who have won the Tour only to disappoint fans a few years later, if this is part of the process nosotros have to go through to go the sport to the better place, plain I'm here, I'chiliad doing it. — Chris Froome

Godfrey and Hesper fabricated a glorious pair to expect at--but would theirs exist a happy union?--Happy, I dare say--and not too happy. He who sees to our affairs will see that the "too" is not in them. In that location were fine elements in both, and, if indeed they loved, and now I think, from very necessity of their ii hearts, they must accept loved, then all would, by degrees, by slow degrees, most likely, come right with them. If they had been born again both, before they began, so to starting time fresh, then like two children hand in hand they might accept run in through the gates into the city. But what is honey, what is loss, what defilement fifty-fifty, what are pains, and hopes, and disappointments, what sorrow, and death, and all the ills that flesh is heir to, only ways to this very finish, to this waking of the soul to seek the home of our being--the life eternal? Verily we must exist born from above, and be adept children, or become, even to our cocky-loving selves, a scorn, a hissing, and an countless reproach. — George MacDonald

Through, but my shoulders were too big to follow. This wasn't going to work. Unless I swam through on my side ... I tried once again, coming at the confined sideways. But it was no practiced. I couldn't squeeze my face through the gap. I never realized my nose stuck out that much! I held on to the bars, flicking my tail as I thought. Then it hit me. How could I have been so stupid? I turned to face them. Just similar earlier, I edged my head through the bars, as slowly and carefully as I could. All I needed to practise at present was flip onto my side and pull the remainder of my torso through. Merely what if I got stuck - my head on one side, my body on the other, defenseless forever with my cervix in these railings? Before I had time to talk myself out of it, I swiveled my trunk onto its side. — Liz Kessler

I've been through all this before,' he says to his heart.
" 'Yep, you accept been through all this before,' replies his heart. 'Only you take never been beyond it. — Paulo Coelho

And, on a wide view, I could see that it makes little difference whether one dies at the age of thirty or threescore and ten - since, in either example, other men and women will continue living, the world will become on equally before. Too, whether I died now or 40 years hence, this business of dying had to be got through, inevitably. Still, somehow this line of thought wasn't as consoling as it should have been; the thought of all those years of life in paw was a galling reminder! — Albert Camus

Nosotros trip the light fantastic toe. Sweetness, downcast, through-the-lashes-glances bely every chirapsia she got at thirteen, every lash of the tongue from her dad at fourteen, every heroin high that let her out for awhile, every hour and mean solar day she had to be tough.

She is so natural and soft. Her shoulders are downwardly, hips loose and swinging as nosotros close together. I swear I'm growing chest hair simply looking at her. I've been a boy in public before, merely I've never seen her like this. That'south it exactly; I oasis't seen her at all, except in glimpses, in one-half-confessional function-play sexual activity. And here she is - pressed tight against my chest, hips grinding confronting my crotch to the bass crash-land of the music. Her thigh forth mine is electric heaven. Two elevate queens cannot decide whether we are breeders or in drag. I stroke my mascara-made mustache at them - only none of it matters with easily in suede and the way she smiles. — Diverse

All men of talent, whether they be men of feeling or not; whether they be zealots, or aspirants, or despots--provided only they exist sincere--have their sublime moments, when they subdue and rule. I felt veneration for St. John--veneration so strong that its impetus thrust me at once to the point I had so long shunned. I was tempted to stop struggling with him--to rush downward the torrent of his volition into the gulf of his existence, and there lose my own. I was almost as hard beset past him now as I had been once before, in a different way, by another. I was a fool both times. To have yielded so would accept been an error of principle; to accept yielded now would have been an error of judgment. So I think at this hr, when I expect back to the crisis through the quiet medium of time: I was unconscious of folly at the instant — Charlotte Bronte

Radio, or at to the lowest degree the kind of radio we're proposing to practise, tin cut through that. It can attain people who would otherwise never hear your work, and of course I discover that very notion inspiring. Radio stories are powerful because the human being voice is powerful. Information technology has been and will go along to exist the nigh basic element of storytelling. As a novelist (and I should note that working my novel is the first thing I do in the morning and the very last thing I exercise earlier I sleep), shifting into this new medium is entirely logical. It'southward nonetheless narrative, simply with different tools. — Daniel Alarcon

But at that place is one thing simply at which I take wondered at times, and still it seemed foolish to think of information technology. It will happen sometimes when one has worked hard and washed all that one can for the purpose before one-it is happened and then that I have stood up and been content with the world of things and with what has been done there through me. And this may be pride, or it may be the full stress of the whole being and delight in labour-there are 100 explanations. That I have wondered whether that profound tranquility was non communicated from some far source and whether the life that is in it was altogether governed by time. And I'm sure that state never comes while I am concerned with myself, and I accept thought today that in some foreign way that state was itself the Stone. Just if so then convincingly none of these men shall detect it secret."
"Is that the stop of want?" Chloe said. — Charles Williams

At the dawn of my days, when still a little child, I had an older brother who died in his youth, before my optics, being just seventeen years old. And after, making my way through life, I gradually came to see that this brother was, as it were, a pointer and a destination from above in my fate, for if he had not appeared in my life, if he had non been at all, then never, possibly, as I think, would I have entered monastic orders and gear up out upon this precious path. That first appearance was still in my childhood, and now, on the refuse of my path, a repetition of him, as it were, appeared before my eyes. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

They stood in silence for a few moments with Ryan watching him carefully. He was fiddling with his t-shirt and scuffing his sneaker confronting the floor equally he appeared to plow something over in his heed. His expression went through a variety of metamorphoses before he finally sighed and shook his caput.
"Y'know, I'grand not a big expert on this stuff. I've never even been in a real human relationship and I'thou twenty-5, but like..." He trailed off for a minute, bit his lip and and then shrugged before pressing on. "But I saw the fashion both of you guys were at the start of this whole thing, and if y'all ii could have that kind of intense fire stuff considering the way y'all both were... I dunno, I wouldn't give upward so like shooting fish in a barrel. But then over again, maybe I read too much fanfic. — Santino Hassell

At this time, all students are to study to the greenhouse."
Scowling, I waved my arm through the spell. It swirled like smoke before dissolving. "Freaking drama queen," I muttered. "How difficult would it have been to announce that last night? Or to just do the voice thing? — Rachel Hawkins

They fell into each other'south artillery and she basked in his warmth, his strength, the hardness of his torso against hers. He ran his hands through her hair and spoke low in her ear. I don't know the right way to say this stuff, Tessa, but ... you're the best thing that's happened to me. I've never felt similar this before, I've never ... been happy like this. — Toni Blake

The thing, whatever information technology was - and no one was ever sure afterward whether information technology was a dream or a fit or what - happened at that peculiar hour before dawn when human vitality is at its lowest ebb. The Blue Hr they sometimes call information technology, l'heure bleue - the ribbon of darkness betwixt the false dawn and the true, always blacker than all the rest of the night has been earlier it. Criminals break down and confess at that hour; suicides nerve themselves for their attempts; mists swirl in the sky; and - according to the old books of the monks and the hermits - strange, unholy shapes brood over the sleeping rooftops.
At any rate, it was at this 60 minutes that her screams shattered the stillness of that meridian-floor flat overlooking the Pare Monceau. Curdling, razor-edged screams that slashed through the thick bedroom door. ("I'm Dangerous Tonight") — Cornell Woolrich

Now seeds are just dimes to the homo in the store And the dimes are the things that he needs, And I've been to purchase them in seasons earlier Merely have idea of them merely as seeds; Merely it flashed through my listen as I took them this time, "You purchased a miracle here for a dime." — Edgar Guest

All the full general fear I've been feeling condenses into an immediate fear of this girl, this predator who might impale me in seconds. Adrenaline shoots through me and I sling the pack over 1 shoulder and run total-speed for the woods. I can hear the blade whistling toward me and reflexively hike the pack up to protect my head. The blade lodges in the pack. Both straps on my shoulders now, I brand for the copse. Somehow I knew the girl will not pursue me. That she'll be fatigued back into the Cornucopia before all the good stuff is gone. A grin crosses my face. Thanks for the knife, I think. — Suzanne Collins

The orange turns to boring bronze calorie-free and continues to show what it has shown all day long, only at present it seems to show it without enthusiasm. Across those dry hills, within those little houses in the distance are people who've been there all day long, going about the business of the solar day, who at present find nothing unusual or different in this strange darkening landscape, as nosotros do. If we were to come up upon them early in the day they might be curious about the states and what nosotros're here for. but now in the evening they'd just resent our presence. The workday is over. It'southward time for supper and family and relaxation and turning inwards at home. We ride unnoticed down this empty highway through this foreign country I've never seen before, and now a heavy feeling of isolation and loneliness becomes ascendant and my spirits wane with the lord's day. — Robert M. Pirsig

He grinned once again. Nosotros'd only been seeing each other for a few weeks at present, simply this like shooting fish in a barrel give-and-take still surprised me. From that very starting time mean solar day in my room, I felt like we'd somehow skipped the formalities of the Starting time of a Relationship: those awkward moments when y'all're not all over each other and are notwithstanding feeling out the other person's boundaries and limits. Maybe this was because we'd been circling each other for a while before he finally catapulted through my window. But if I let myself call back about it much - and I didn't - I had flashes of realising that I'd been comfy with him even at the very offset. Clearly, he'd been comfortable with me, grabbing my hand every bit he had that first day. As if he knew, even so, that we'd exist hither now. — Sarah Dessen

Hence, when we ask anything of God and He begins to hear usa, He so often goes counter to our petitions that nosotros imagine He is more than angry with us at present than before nosotros prayed, and that He intends not to grant the states our requests at all. All this God does, because it is His way offset to destroy and annihilate what is in us earlier He gives u.s.a. His gifts; for so we read in I Samuel 2:vi: "The Lord killeth, and maketh alive: he bringeth down to the grave, and bringeth up." Through this most gracious counsel He makes us fit for His gifts and works. Simply and so are we qualified for His works and counsels when our own plans accept been demolished and our own works are destroyed and we have go purely passive in our relation to Him. — Martin Luther

I've been here earlier and will come again, merely I'grand not going this trip through. — Bob Marley

Peradventure we should explore some other options earlier swanning off to Ireland," Dad said, pushing his glasses up. "After all, Sophie, you've been through quite the ordeal."
"I'll nap on the plane. Look, we are dealing with the possibility of an army of demons. I don't know about you guys, simply those words are right up at that place with 'root canal' and 'school on Saturdays' in terms of things that terrify me. Were already iii weeks behind. We don't have fourth dimension to but sit here and explore options or read more books or listen to more half-assed prophecies from this jerk," I said, pointing to Torin. He fabricated a gesture that I retrieve was the onetime-timey version of flipping me off.
"And then, yeah," I continued. "Maybe this is a totally stupid idea. But if in that location's fifty-fifty a chance 1 of us can go into the underworld, so we take to take it."
"Okay, I exercise like y'all," Finley said, flashing me a grin. — Rachel Hawkins

I dreamt of the execution block last dark. I dreamt I was alone and crawling through the snowfall towards the nighttime stump. My hands and knees were numb from the ice, just I had no option.
When I came upon the block, its surface was vast and smooth. I could smell the forest. Information technology had none of the saltiness of driftwood, but was like haemorrhage sap, like claret. Sweeter, heavier.
In my dream I dragged myself up and held my head higher up information technology. It began to snow, and I thought to myself: "This is the silence before the drop." And then I wondered at the stump beingness in that location, the tree it might have been, when trees do non grow hither. At that place is likewise much silence, I thought in my dream. Likewise many stones.
And so I addressed the wood out loud. I said: "I volition h2o you as though y'all nevertheless lived." And at this concluding word I woke. — Hannah Kent

No beautiful, I'm not seeing anyone. I've been real focused myself. But I'k not foolish enough to let you go by. Even if I have to go through two over-protective dads," Genesis answered. "So. I've got to become back on the route, but I'll run across you next weekend. Fri nighttime eight o'clock sharp. And trust me, I won't be late." Genesis bent and kissed Curtis on his cheek. Curtis blushed terribly in front of anybody. This was and then ridiculous, they had absolutely no privacy. Genesis gave him some other flash before he released his hand and turned to walk up the stairs. His dads walked over to him and Ruxs handed him his suit jacket. He snatched it out his dad's manus and turned to walk out the front door. "Have fun dads." Curtis could hear 24-hour interval's express joy after his comment, along with the other men, equally he walked angrily up the driveway to their car. His dads had made a circus act out of a very nice moment he'd shared with a actually great guy. — A.E. Via

Aidan," ...
He held up his finger. "One second, babe. I gotta finish telling Pesh this story."
"Only my water broke."
Without taking his optics of Pesh, Aidan slid his drinking glass of water over to her. "Hither take mine."
If the situation hadn't been dire, Megan would have laughed at how oblivious Aidan was. Pesh leaned forward in his seat. "Um, Aidan, I think-"
He didn't get a run a risk to finish. Instead, water splashed across the side of Aidan's face. He shot out of his chair before whirling around to Emma. "What the hell, Em?"
"My. Water. Broke," she muttered through gritted teeth.
"Oh shit," he replied. — Katie Ashley

Oh, only in one case my memories had pulsed with the claret-heat of life. In agony, I forced myself to recall that once, I had walked with kings and conversed in languages never heard in this land. In one case I had stood at the prow of a Sea Wolf transport and sailed oceans unknown to seamen here. I had ridden horses through desert lands, and dined on exotic foods in Arab tents. I had roamed Constantinople's fabled streets, and bowed earlier the Holy Roman Emperor'southward throne. I had been a slave, a spy, a sailor. Counselor and confidant of lords, I had served Arabs, Byzantines, and barbarians. I had worn captive's rags, and the silken robes of a Sarazen prince. One time I had held a jeweled knife and taken a life with my ain hand. Yeah, and once I had held a loving woman in my arms and kissed her warm and willing lips ... Decease would take been far, far better than the gnawing, aching emptiness that was now my life. — Stephen R. Lawhead

My fingers whorl through the holes in the wicker, through the moisture grass beneath it, trying to hold tight to the sharp blades of the present. Somewhere in my encephalon a sinkhole is bubbling over, and each bubble contains a scene from a tiny sunken earth ... I accept never been the prophet of my own past before. It makes me wonder how the healthy dreamers can bear to sleep at all, if sleep means that you have to peer into that sinkhole by yourself ... I had almost forgotten this occipital sorrow, the fashion you are so alone with the things you run into in dreams. — Karen Russell

Walking through a oversupply, the village is aglow. Kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats, under coats. Everybody here wanted something more. Searching for a sound we hadn't heard earlier. And information technology said, 'Welcome to New York,' It'southward been waiting for you. It'southward a new soundtrack, I could dance to this trounce forevermore. The lights are so bright, just they never blind me. — Taylor Swift

Zues?" I said.
"His estimator. He named information technology." And so she whispered conspiratorially, "He acts like information technology's a person."
"I do non," he said every bit nosotros walked down the hall toward his room.
"You gave it a birthday party," she said.
Grayson stopped walking for a moment. "Annual hard-drive maintenance and software upgrades exercise not count every bit a birthday political party."
"No," she said. "But singing 'Happy Birthday' to it does."
He took a deep breath. They've plainly been through this earlier. "You know I was testing the new voice-recognition software."
Natalie looked at me. "Birthday party. — James Ponti

But you tin can make you happy, my begetter's voice repeats over and over equally I stare at my ceiling.
Have I been trying to practice that all this time? Has that other part of me been trying to break through considering deep down I know I'll never exist happy until ... Until what? Until I'm able to freely talk over who I think would win in a battle between Darth Vader and Lord Voldemort? (The answear obviously beingness Lord Voldemort. He'd Avada Kadavra Vader way before Vader could even think about the force choke motility.) — Leah Rae Miller

I'd had Jean-Claude drive the metaphysical autobus earlier, but I'd never felt it like this, never been so aware of how terribly aware he was of his power, of my power, of the power nosotros all offered him. He was vampire, which meant he was a cold power, a thing of logic, because emotions do not trouble the dead. He shifted through our talents, like Edward would have looked through his gun safe. Which gun will practise the task? Which volition make this shot? — Laurell K. Hamilton

I'd like to become back to 5 years onetime once again. Merely sometimes. To be turning over rocks and looking for pill bugs and holding earthworms, playing dolls, erecting forts, digging through clay for marbles, burrowing in leaf piles, failing at igloo building, when my biggest concern was going to slumber with the lights off. I wish I was five again, before things got hard, before I was forced to grow up style too early and been stuck in this "adult" thing way too long. I wish I could sit in my Grandpa'south lap and allow him sing me crazy Irish songs and become over the names of the planets. "Gwampa, tell me almost Outer Space." ... "Gwampa, sing the Swimming Song."
I wish I could go back there, but for a trivial while, and pick raspberries past myself in the sun and find secret hideaways and not hurt, not worry, not deport the heavy things. If I could be five years former ... just for a few minutes. Remember what it felt like to be free. That would be something. — Jennifer DeLucy

If this were a fairy tale, this would be the part where the fishboy appears and Diana shoots him through the center. Because he is a tragic hero, he'south our fucking Gatsby, and he lived for his fish and he has to dice for his fish. He would never let my fake authority, condoning his abandonment, making up rules about what's okay only to salve his life, convince him to requite up his family unit. He would never leave.
He would know that without him, none of us will exist as skillful. Me, without a friend; and the fish, without a brother; and the island, without a story; and Diana, without her something real, nosotros will all be a lilliputian bit less than nosotros were before we knew him.
And so he wouldn't leave. Not until I could come with him. And I have never been less able to get out than I am now.
But this isn't a fairy tale, and he doesn't appear. We stand here for a long time.
He actually left.
Because it was all that we could practice. — Hannah Moskowitz

I'd seen Ethan walk through smoke and ash before, emerge through a cloud of magic and fire. Nosotros'd been lovers then, when I'd thought him dead. Only we hadn't loved. Not similar this. Not like we did now. I'd grieved when he was gone, but this would have killed me. Considering now he was my eternity. — Chloe Neill

This quick foray onto the toilet has been no different an endeavor than any other time I've used the restroom in my developed life. Try then to imagine my surprise when instead of the waste going down the u-bend like the thousands of times previous, the bowl'due south contents become not gentle into that good night.
Instead, they shoot directly upward at me ... at approximately 80 miles an hour.
As I leap backward, slamming into the glass shower door, the only idea going through my now-banged head is, When did I eat corn?
Pretty in Plaid: A Life, a Witch, and a Wardrobe, or, the Wonder Years Before the Condescending, Egomanical, Self-Centered Smart-Ass Stage — Jen Lancaster

I did a volume signing when nosotros were in New York the day before yesterday. A lady came through and she was simply weeping, and said, 'I wish this would have been brought out sooner, my sister is in prison house for suffocating her child.' — Marie Osmond

Right then, Mel came into the bar, hung her jacket on the peg inside the door and jumped up on a stool in front of her husband, elbows on the bar, leaning toward him for a kiss. "Holy shit," one of the men said. "Look at that ane. Talk near a doe I'd like to handbag." Jack straightened earlier meeting his wife's lips. The await on his confront wasn't a pretty one. "You lot know," Mike said, laughing uncomfortably, "about our women. You boys don't want to be giving the women around here any trouble. Trust me on this, okay?" That gear up a round of hilarious laughter at the table of hunters and one of them said, unfortunately too loudly, "Maybe the girl wants to become bagged. I think we should at least ask her!" But oops - glancing over his shoulder, Mike saw Jack had heard that. And probably and so had Mel. And after what those two had been through earlier in the summer, comments similar that were not taken lightly. And — Robyn Carr

Life changes so chop-chop. Not long ago I was mourning the death of my parents and wondering if I could make information technology through another day. Now I have been handed eternity. And not on a argent platter, either, but downwardly a path lined with pain and bloodshed.
But I volition walk it with my kindred. With this male child I love. Together we will do something worthy and expert. We volition give our lives for others. Over and once again.
I don't have answers to all the questions that lie before me. Merely Vincent and I have fourth dimension to effigy them out. All the time in the earth. — Amy Plum

When it comes to love, I realize that I am masochistic. They might consider me crazy for loving you despite everything that nosotros have been through. You may non be worth the pain, but if it'south from yous, I actually don't listen the destruction. I don't want to ever let y'all go. I may deserve better than yous, but you're only the aforementioned, aren't you? Y'all are me. At that place is no deviation. Tomorrow I will feel the same as I did the twenty-four hours earlier. Y'all are the only one I could beloved this fashion, and that'south non something I e'er want to give upwardly. — Jennifer Megan Varnadore

What had he said to them? "I bow my knees before the state, before the masses, before the whole people ... " And what then? What happened to these masses, to this people? For forty years it had been driven through the desert, with threats and promises, with imaginary terrors and imaginary rewards. But where was the Promised State? Did in that location really exist whatsoever such goal for this wandering mankind? That was a question to which he would have liked an answer before it was too belatedly. Moses had not been allowed to enter the land of hope either, But he had been allowed to see it, from the height of the mount, spread at his feet. Thus, information technology was easy to dice, with the visible certainty of one's goal before 1's eyes. He, Nicolas Salmanovitch Rubashov, had not been taken to the top of a mountain; and wherever his eye looked, he saw cypher but desert and the darkness of night. — Arthur Koestler

I tin can't see through clothes or annihilation. Just glamour skin. Except I can meet through all of you, since your clothes aren't real." I stopped, horrified. "I mean, I don't look - It'due south difficult to see yous, and I like looking at your existent face, but I don't try to see anything, because - Oh gosh, this sounds terrible."
He had a funny look on his face, like he wasn't sure what to think. "Huh. That'south never been an issue earlier. Maybe next time you could bring me some shorts. — Kiersten White

Maybe he knows noting. Perhaps it'due south that he feels it all, merely whatever is happening to him, he understands that he lived before. He lived other lives, in different times. And why non? It'due south something he has oft wondered about, sitting on the train in the morning time, looking from the corner of his eye at the other driver, wondering why.
Why am I not living that person's alive? That man, in that location, with the sharp suit and the slightly stupid tie? Or that scruffy guy with the headphones? Or that woman, a piffling meaning?
Often, as he sat fiddling with OneDegree, he has wondered why this life is the 1 he's had, and not one of the thousands of contacts passing through his device, or 1 of the endless others that could have been his.
Now he knows. He has been others. — Marcus Sedgwick

Jesus Christ, you're soaking wet. Seriously, have you been going around with all this between your legs? I can feel it through fucking flannel, beloved. Oh my God, I can feel information technology through flannel, he said, the beginning words almost steady and sure and the last ones similar nothing she'd ever heard before. — Charlotte Stein

It is similar to one brother request another, "Why did y'all grow up to exist a drunk?" The answer is "Considering Dad was a drunk." The 2d brother then asks, "Why didn't yous grow up to be a drunkard?" The answer is "Considering Dad was a boozer." Some more than complete answers are institute in Robert Ressler'due south classic volume Whoever Fights Monsters. He speaks of the tremendous importance of the early puberty menstruation for boys. Before and so, the anger of these boys might have been submerged and without focus, mayhap turned in in the form of depression, perhaps (as in well-nigh cases) only denied, to sally later on. Simply during puberty, this anger collides with another powerful strength, 1 of the about powerful in nature: sexuality. Even at this betoken, say Ressler and others, these potential hosts of monsters can exist turned around through the (often unintentional) intervention of people who bear witness kindness, back up, or even just interest. I can say from experience that it doesn't accept much. — Gavin De Becker

Wonder and love and great sorrow shook Schmendrick the Magician then, and came together within him and filled him, filled him until he felt himself brimming and flowing with something that was none of these. He did not believe information technology, but it came to him anyway, as it had touched him twice before and left him more arid than he had been. This time, there was too much of it for him to hold; it spilled through his fingers and toes, welled up equally in his eyes and his pilus and the hollows of his shoulders. In that location was also much to hold - too much ever to use; and still he found himself weeping with the pain of his impossible greed. He thought, or said, or sang, I did non know that I was so empty, to exist so full. — Peter S. Beagle

I remembered a numeric code. He could have been using counters to help him write in it."
"Or," said Roshar, "your father will read the annotation, see one lawmaking when he expects another, and will transport someone to the station, where there's a dead body."
"If so," Arin said, "and then we're no worse off than we were before."
"Oh aye, nosotros are. The general will know the letter'southward a ploy, and volition practise the opposite of what nosotros want. He'll ignore the main road. He'll take dorsum roads through the forests where our guns would exist of dubious use and we wouldn't accept the advantage of peak. You know this."
Arin close his oral cavity, glancing uneasily at Kestrel. Aye. He had known this, equally had she. She felt worse for his effort to make her mistake seem smaller. He knew its true size.
Roshar leaned dorsum in his creaking chair. His eyes slid from Arin to Kestrel, black as lacquer, the green lines around them fresh. "Can yous tell me anything more cheerful than all this? — Marie Rutkoski

At the age when we are all of us most apt to take our colouring, in the form of a reflection from the colouring of other people, he had been sent abroad, and had been passed on from ane nation to some other, before at that place was time for any one colouring more some other to settle itself on him firmly. As a consequence of this, he had come back with so many different sides to his character, all more or less jarring with each other, that he seemed to laissez passer his life in a state of perpetual contradiction with himself. He could be a busy man, and a lazy man; cloudy in the head, and clear in the head; a model of determination, and a spectacle of helplessness, all together. He had his French side, and his German side, and his Italian side
the original English foundation showing through, every now and and so, as much as to say, Here I am, sorely transmogrified, as you see, but there'south something of me left at the lesser of him still. — Wilkie Collins

I don't know,' said Frodo. 'It came to me then, every bit if I was making it up; only I may have heard it long ago. Certainly it reminds me very much of Bilbo in the terminal years, before he went away. He used often to say at that place was only one Route; that it was like a great river: its springs were at every doorstep, and every path was its tributary. "It'southward a dangerous concern, Frodo, going out of your door," he used to say. "Y'all step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, in that location is no knowing where y'all might be swept off to. Do y'all realize that this is the very path that goes through Mirkwood, and that if you let it, it might have yous to the Lonely Mount or even farther and to worse places?" He used to say that on the path exterior the front door at Handbag Terminate, especially subsequently he had been out for a long walk. — J.R.R. Tolkien

A lot of the early on jazz artists, of class, couldn't even walk through the front door of the hotels and clubs they were playing in and had to enter through back doors and kitchens, and I retrieve Jean felt this was a metaphor for his place in the art globe: he had entered through the dorsum door. He broke into the white art world in a way that had never been washed before by any blackness. — Jennifer Cloudless

I take information technology, Professor, this is not just a social visit?" he asked, his voice virtually normal.

"No, of course not. I've come to ask why on world you haven't chosen on me before at present?"

Ramil took a step back. "Er . . . well, we've been a bit busy, Professor."

"I can run into that for myself. I had a terrible job getting here: they've ringed you off with troops 5 men deep. I had to clamber through the tunnels and some of them are in a disgusting land." Norling sniffed his robe with a hundred-to-one await.

"But why you lot did not recollect to ask the resistance for aid is beyond me. We can be immensely helpful to you lot."

Ramil struck his forehead with the palm of his manus. "Stupid! I should have been drowned at birth," he muttered.

"Oh, I wouldn't go that far," said Norling generously. "I don't think it's too late. In fact, I'd say that you've managed very well without me. — Julia Golding

It's possible I've been through too much, lost too much. War damages different people in different means; Hector taught me that. Rex Alejandro became spineless and incapable. His father earlier him was rash and unpredictable, if I'k to believe court gossip. Maybe this is my damage. Peradventure I am numb to fear considering I am broken. — Rae Carson

Once yous were alienated and hostile in your minds because of your evil deportment. 22 But now He has reconciled you by His concrete trunk through His decease, to present you holy, faultless, and blameless before Him - 23 if indeed you remain grounded and steadfast in the faith and are not shifted away from the hope of the gospel that y'all heard. This gospel has been proclaimed in all creation under heaven, and I, Paul, accept become a servant of it. — Anonymous

Don't say another goddamn word. Upwards until now, I've been polite. If you say annihilation else--word i--I volition impale myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the main of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled past my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins you will hear the sound of children screaming--equally though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow higher up your bed, and from information technology volition emerge a one thousand starving crows. As I skid through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face up, my night work will brainstorm. I volition open up one of my vi mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth. — Jerry Holkins

She's been, but she's coming back," he said. "I await her every minute. Ah! there she is."

This was rather stupid of Stephen. He ought to have guessed that Lucia's 2d advent was officially intended to be her kickoff. He grasped that when she squeezed her way through the crowd and greeted him equally if they had not met before that morning.

"And dearest Adele," she said. "What a crush! Tell me quickly, where are the caricatures of Pepino and me? I'm dying to encounter them; and when I come across them no doubt I shall wish I was dead."

The light of Luciaphilism came into Adele'southward intelligent eyes... — E.F. Benson

I know no surer mode of shaking off the dreary crust formed nearly the soul by the trying to practice one'south duty or the patient enduring of having somebody else's duty done to one, than going out alone, either at the bright get-go of the 24-hour interval, when the earth is still unsoiled by the feet of the strenuous and only God is abroad; or in the evening, when the hush has come, out to the blessed stars, and looking up at them wonder at the meanness of the twenty-four hour period just past, at the worthlessness of the things one has struggled for, at the folly of having been and then angry, and so restless, and so much afraid. Nothing focusses life more exactly than a petty while alone at night with the stars. What are perfunctory bedroom prayers hurried through in an temper of blankets, to this deep abasement of the spirit earlier the majesty of heaven? And as a consecration of what should exist nevertheless 1 more happy day, of what value are those hasty morning time devotions, — Elizabeth Von Arnim

In 35 years of being in the media, I've had all this mud flung at me many, many times. It'south not the first time. Information technology's nothing unusual. I've been through information technology all before and the best way to deal with it is not to read them. — Delia Smith

I learned that y'all tin become after things earlier you are fix and and then if you are going afterward it, you need to make certain that your spirit is fix. I learned likewise how to surrender to His will and not mine. Sometimes when yous are going through something - and I am a guy who runs campaigns - I can make this happen. In that location has never been a campaign where I was picked to win.. I was always coming from behind. — Kwame Kilpatrick

He is a sodomite, and my sis is a whore, and perhaps a poisoner, and I am a whore. My uncle has been the falsest of friends, my male parent a time-server, my mother - God knows - some even say she had the king before the two of us! All of this you knew or you could have deduced. Now tell me, am I good enough for y'all? For I knew that you were a nobody and I came to discover you however. If y'all want to ascension to be a somebody in this court yous will get blood or shit on your hands. I have had to learn this through a hard apprenticeship since I was a trivial girl. You tin can learn it now if y'all accept the stomach." William — Philippa Gregory

Like a comet pulled from orbit,
Equally information technology passes a sun.
Similar a stream that meets a boulder,
Halfway through the wood.
Who tin say if I've been inverse for the better?
Merely because I knew you lot,
I take been changed for good

It well may be,
That we will never meet once more,
In this lifetime.
So let me say earlier nosotros part,
So much of me,
Is made of what I learned from y'all.
You'll be with me,
Like a handprint on my heart.
And now whatever way our stories finish,
I know you have re-written mine,
By being my friend...

Similar a ship diddled from its mooring,
By a air current off the sea.
Similar a seed dropped by a skybird,
In a distant woods.
Who tin can say if I've been changed for the ameliorate?
Only because I knew you,
Because I knew you,
I have been changed for adept. — Stephen Schwartz

I was not surprised. Indeed, my only wonder was that he had not already been mixed upwardly in this extraordinary case, which was the one topic of conversation through the length and breadth of England. For a whole day my companion had rambled about the room with his mentum upon his chest and his brows knitted, charging and recharging his pipage with the strongest black tobacco, and absolutely deafened to any of my questions or remarks. Fresh editions of every paper had been sent up by our news agent, only to exist glanced over and tossed down into a corner. Yet, silent as he was, I knew perfectly well what it was over which he was brooding. In that location was merely one problem before the public which could claiming his powers of analysis, and that was the singular disappearance of the favorite for the Wessex Cup, and the tragic murder of its trainer. When, therefore, he suddenly announced his intention of setting out for the scene of the drama it was simply what I had both expected and hoped for. — Arthur Conan Doyle

Pain had levels. That was something that Lucy Blake had never known earlier. Since she had stowed abroad in the rear cab of this truck trailer as it rocked and rolled its manner forth the highway taking her God knew where, she had come up to capeesh each and every level on this newly discovered spectrum. There was the deadening level, the aching pain that was constant but dulled by the spiked adrenaline that flowed through her entire organization. Next came the hello-I'thousand-still-here level. That was a really hard level to deal with considering the pain-relieving adrenaline that she had been running on since she had ran for her life from her apartment had abased her. Stupid adrenaline. — Maia Dylan

I've been wanting to kiss ye since the outset moment I saw ye," he said. "I'1000 going to practice information technology now."
Sybil could non breathe, allow solitary course the words to object. When she moistened her lips with her tongue, she felt his heartbeat jump beneath her palm. Her gaze fixed on his mouth as he drew her to him always so slowly.
She had expected a sweet, teasing kiss, not this explosion of passion that seared through her torso at the start touch of their lips. No ane had ever kissed her like this before, every bit if he would die if he could not have his rima oris on hers. With a will of their ain, her artillery wound effectually his cervix and her fingers tangled in his long, thick hair as she pulled him closer.
She was lost in the sensations and long past thought. Every bit his kisses slowly changed from feverish to tender, she felt as if she were floating. She wanted this to go along forever.
When Rory pulled away, she stared upwardly at him, stunned.
"That was promising," he said with a wide grin. — Margaret Mallory

Americans. They came right out with things. Hitchens family unit lore related the tale of how one time, when I was merely a toddler, my parents were passing with me through an drome and ran into some Yanks. 'Existent cute kid,' said these big and advised people without troubling to brand a formal introduction. They insisted on photographing me and, earlier breaking off to resume their American lives, pressed into my dimpled fist a signed dollar bill in token of my cuteness. This story was often told (I look that Yvonne and the Commander had been to an aerodrome together perchance three times in their lives) and ever with a notation of condescension. That was Americans for you: wanting to be friendly all correct, but and then loud, and inclined to wink the cash. — Christopher Hitchens

I've been here before, I tell myself. I've been lonelier than this, more hopeless than this, more desperate than this. I've been here before and I survived. I tin can get through this. — Tahereh Mafi

I may appear to suffer from some sort of compulsive repetition syndrome, but these rituals are important to me. I accept many places where I sit and think, "I have been here before, I am here now, and I volition be here once more." Sometimes, lost in reverie, I call back myself approaching across the aforementioned green, or downwardly the same footpath, in 1962 or 1983, or many other times. Sometimes Chaz comes forth on my rituals, merely just equally often I go solitary. Sometimes Chaz will say she's going shopping, or visiting a friend, or just staying in the room and reading in bed. "Why don't you go and touch your bases?" she'll ask me. I know she sympathizes. These secret visits are a manner for me to measure the wheel of the years and my passage through life. Sometimes on this voyage through life we demand to sit on the deck and regard the waves. — Roger Ebert

This body is not me; I am non caught in this body, I am life without boundaries, I have never been born and I have never died. Over there the wide ocean and the sky with many galaxies All manifests from the footing of consciousness. Since beginningless fourth dimension I have always been complimentary. Birth and death are but a door through which we go in and out. Nativity and decease are only a game of hibernate-and-seek. Then smile to me and take my mitt and wave good-bye. Tomorrow nosotros shall encounter again or even before. Nosotros shall ever be meeting once more at the true source, E'er meeting again on the myriad paths of life. — Thich Nhat Hanh

I've been through this fame thing before, when the band was big in '80, '81. — John Lurie

The wave of pure outrage blindsided me. I shouldn't be hither, I thought. This is utterly fucked upwards. I should have been sitting in a garden down the road, barefoot with a potable in my paw, swapping the day's piece of work stories with Peter and Jamie. I had never thought virtually this before, and information technology near knocked me over: all the things we should have had. We should take stayed up all dark together studying and stressing out earlier exams, Peter and I should accept argued over who got to bring Jamie to our first dance and slagged her about how she looked in her dress. We should have come weaving domicile together, singing and laughing and inconsiderate, after drunken higher nights. We could take shared a flat, taken off Interrailing around Europe, gone arm-in-arm through dodgy fashion phases and depression-hire gigs and high-drama beloved diplomacy. Two of us might have been married by now, given the other one a godchild. I had been robbed bullheaded. — Tana French

People handle things differently, and everybody grieves differently, okay? No, I never considered taking my life, but recall nearly it. What did I do? I did the very same thing you nearly did. Mayhap not literally simply I made the decision to stop living. I went through the motions of waking and working and continuing with my life, but I wasn't living. I didn't even realize information technology until you came along. This is living." He kissed her softly considering he'd merely had a huge revelation. "What I was doing before you ... Baby, I may too have been dead. My life now with y'all compared to what it was so ... I was dead. — Elizabeth Reyes

And damn it, I should be thinking this through. Normal people can't leave their task to render a notebook. But this chore sucks, and I haven't taken any vacation time, similar, ever. I should seriously be consulting with a lot of different people earlier jumping in, simply that's never been a stiff suit of mine. Because in that location'due south a need in Julienne'due south voice that I haven't heard before, and I have nothing waiting for me here that won't be in that location when we get dorsum. — Pega Rose

He knew exactly what this was. A severe panic attack. "Princess?" She glanced at him, shook her head and clutched even tighter at herself. "Delight, go out me lonely. I can't breathe." His heart went out to her and her fright. He closed the altitude betwixt them and placed his hands on her arms to help steady her. "Kiara? Hauk wears women'due south underwear." Kiara froze at his words, not quite sure she'd heard what he said. "Come up again?" "Hauk wears women'due south underwear. Pink and really girly. You lot know, one of those skimpy things that tucks into the crevice of his fat donkey." In spite of her terror, she laughed at the prototype of the huge, fierce Andarion in a tiny pink Thou-string. "Hauk wears women'due south underwear?" Nykyrian's grip loosed on her arms. "Meliorate?" Surprisingly enough, she was. Somehow that unexpected image had managed to suspension through her panic and center her dorsum in the real globe. No one had ever been able to exercise that before. Her — Sherrilyn Kenyon

It was only vanity and discouragement that sometimes made me feel lone with my endless love, but now that I was taking i of the risks my heart had urged upon me I could too feel I was non alone. If endless love was a dream, and then it was a dream we all shared, even more than we all shared the dream of never dying or of traveling through time, and if annihilation set me apart it was not my impulses just my stubbornness, my willingness to take the dream past what had been agreed upon as the reasonable limits, to declare that this dream was not a feverish trick of the mind but was an actuality at least as existent every bit that other, thinner, more unhappy illusion nosotros call normal life. After all, the intimations of endless love were the aforementioned now as they were thousands of years before, while normal life had changed a 1000 times and in a k unlike ways. Which then, was more real? — Scott Spencer

I am falling, tumbling through the air, just this fourth dimension the darkness is alive around me, full of beating things, and I realize that I'm not surrounded past night but have only had my eyes closed all this fourth dimension. I open up them, feeling silly, and at the same time a hundred chiliad butterlies have off around me, and then many of them in and so many brilliant colors they are like a solid rainbow, temporarily obscuring the sun. Only as they fly college and higher they reveal a mural below usa, all green and gold and sun-drenched fields and pinkish-tinged clouds globe-trotting underneath me, and the air around me is clear and blue and sweetness smelling, and I'm laughing, laughing, laughing equally I spin through the air considering, of grade, I haven't been falling all the time.
I've been flight. — Lauren Oliver

John, watching in dismay, saw his cracking chance slipping through his fingers, and he swung around to demand of his father, "Papa, does this mean Richard has bested you and Aquitaine is lost?" Eleanor winced, Geoffrey rolled his optics, and Henry gave his youngest a look John had never gotten from him before. "My life would have been much more peaceful if I'd had only daughters," he snapped. "As for Aquitaine, it is yours if y'all tin can take it. — Sharon Kay Penman

I consider Riot the nigh beautiful and applied philosophy that has yet been thought of in its application to individual expression and the relation it establishes between the individual and society. Moreover, I am certain that Anarchism is too vital and besides close to human nature ever to die. It is my conviction that dictatorship, whether to the right or to the left, tin never work
that it never has worked, and that time will evidence this again, as it has been proved before. When the failure of mod dictatorship and authoritarian philosophies becomes more apparent and the realization of failure more general, Riot volition be vindicated. Considered from this point, a recrudescence of Anarchist ideas in the near hereafter is very probable. When this occurs and takes outcome, I believe that humanity will at terminal leave the maze in which it is at present lost and will beginning on the path to sane living and regeneration through freedom. — Emma Goldman

As she bends for a Kleenex in the dark, I am thinking of other girls: the girl I loved who fell in love with a panthera leo
she lost her head over it
we just necked a lot; of the girl who fell in love with the tightrope, got addicted to getting high wired and nothing else was enough; all the cute, damaged women who have come up through my life and I wonder what would have happened if I'd met them sooner, what they were like earlier they were then badly wounded. All this time I thought I'd been kissing, but maybe I'm ever doing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, kissing dead girls in hopes that the heart will kickoff again. Where at that place's breath, I've heard, there'due south promise. — Daphne Gottlieb

I do not believe that we tin can put into anyone ideas which are not in him
already. As a rule at that place is in anybody all sorts of good ideas, ready
like tinder. Only much of this tinder catches burn, or catches information technology
successfully, only when it meets some flame or spark from the outside,
from some other person. Often, too, our own light goes out, and is
rekindled by some experience nosotros go through with a young man man. Thus nosotros
have each of us cause to recollect with deep gratitude of those who accept
lighted the flame within u.s.. If nosotros had before united states of america those who have thus
been a blessing to us, and could tell them how it came well-nigh, they would
be amazed to acquire what passed over from their life to ours. — Albert Schweitzer

Stiff Mercy:
My desires are many and my cry is distressing,
but ever didst thou relieve me by hard refusals;
and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.
Twenty-four hour period by solar day thou art making me worthy of the simple,
slap-up gifts that thou gavest to me unasked
this sky and the light, this torso and the
life and the listen
saving me from perils of overmuch want.
There are times when I languidly linger
and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal;
merely cruelly chiliad hidest thyself from before me.
Day past solar day m art making me worthy of thy full credence by
refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire. — Rabindranath Tagore

I have never been this close to a man before. Something stirs deep, pulsing through my body, and its quite like the tug of magic, buts its not the magic; this is something entirely different, just between Finn and me and this moment. — Jessica Spotswood

That long sigh again, above us. This time I saw it, moving through the branches. Like the trees were listening; like they would've been distressing about u.s., distressing for us, just they'd heard it all so many thousand times before. — Tana French

Every bit I write this now, I realize that even on that first day I had slipped through a pigsty in the globe, that I was falling into a place where I had never been before. — Paul Auster

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