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You're gorgeous, you old hag, and if I could give you just one gift ever for the rest of your life it would be this. Confidence. It would be the girl of confidence. Either that or a scented candle.
— David Nicholls
They’re taking us to the room to change. Do you think we’ll have time for a quickie? Because we never got around to doing it against the wall.”He blinked at her. She thought he hadn’t heard her. Finally he smiled, slowly at first, his grin becoming broader as she slid her hand onto his thigh. “We will always make time for a quickie,” he said. “And that is a wedding vow.
— Jennifer Echols, Star Crossed
That's No Ordinary Girl
— B.J. Neblett
Tris!” Four calls out. Will and I exchange a look, half surprise and half apprehension. Four pulls away from the railing and walksup to me. Ahead of us, Al and Christina stop running, and Christina slides to the ground. I don’t blame them for staring. There are four of us, and Four is only talking to me.“You look different.” His words, normally crisp, are now sluggish.“So do you,” I say. And he does—he looks more relaxed, younger. “What are you doing?”“Flirting with death,” he replies with a laugh. “Drinking near the chasm. Probably not a good idea.”“No, it isn’t.” I’m not sure I like Four this way. There’s something unsettling about it.“Didn’t know you had a tattoo,” he says, looking at my collarbone.He sips the bottle. His breath smells thick and sharp. Like the factionless man’s breath.“Right. The crows,” he says. He glances over his shoulder at his friends, who are carrying on without him, unlike mine. He adds,“I’d ask you to hang out with us, but you’re not supposed to see me this way.”I am tempted to ask him why he wants me to hang out with him, but I suspect the answer has something to do with the bottle inhis hand.“What way?” I ask. “Drunk?”“Yeah...well, no.” His voice softens. “Real, I guess.”“I’ll pretend I didn’t.”“Nice of you.” He puts his lips next to my ear and says, “You look good, Tris.”His words surprise me, and my heart leaps. I wish it didn’t, because judging by the way his eyes slide over mine, he has no ideawhat he’s saying. I laugh. “Do me a favor and stay away from the chasm, okay?”“Of course.” He winks at me.
— Veronica Roth, Divergent
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I did care that we were out in public. I didn't care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.
— Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell
I didn't ask if he meant his rescue or the deal with Stalker that involved kissing. I couldn't resist pushing, just a little. "So it won't bother you if I find someone else?"His jaw clenched, and I saw the muscle move before he got it under control. "I thought you said you'd fight for me.""And /you/ said it's too late." I offered him a faint smile along with his watch. "So it's a good thing I don't intend to listen to you.
— Ann Aguirre, Horde
He lifted a hand to her face, running a fingertip across her cheekbone and down to her mouth. It lingered for a moment before he dropped his hand to his side. "I'll be here.
— Amanda Gray, Endless
You’re my friends now. We’re having soft tacos later.
— Breehn Burns, Best of Catbug: My Name is Catbug, What's Yours?
Believe me, if Archimedes ever had the grand entrance of a girl as pretty as Gloria to look forward to, he would never have spent so much time calculating the value of Pi. He would have been baking her a Pie! If Euclid had ever beheld a vision of loveliness like the one I see walking into my anti-math class, he would have forgotten all the geometry of lines and planes, and concentrated on the sweet simplicity of soft curves. If Pythagoras had ever had a girl look at him the way Gloria's eyes fix in my direction, he would have given up his calculations on the hypotenuse of right triangles and run for the hills to pick a bouquet of wildflowers.
— David Klass, You Don't Know Me
My name is Catbug. What’s yours?
— Breehn Burns, Best of Catbug: My Name is Catbug, What's Yours?
Throw a blanket over it!
— Breehn Burns, Best of Catbug: My Name is Catbug, What's Yours?
Great. Men affectionately attacked me with sticks to show their admiration.
— Katherine Pine, Poisoned
Yeah! Everything is okay!
— Breehn Burns, Best of Catbug: My Name is Catbug, What's Yours?
Your mom said to say I could have just one peanut butter square but not til after they cool down.
— Breehn Burns, Best of Catbug: My Name is Catbug, What's Yours?
So you’re her brother?” says Lynn. “I guess we know who got the good genes.”I laugh at the expression on Caleb’s face, his mouth drawn into a slight pucker and his eyes wide.
— Veronica Roth, Insurgent
I'm Catbug!
— Breehn Burns, Best of Catbug: My Name is Catbug, What's Yours?
And, corny as it may sound, I do cherish the bond between me and the audience, the minority that follows my stuff and always makes me glad it's us against the world.
— Bill Maher, New Rules: Polite Musings from a Timid Observer
I stuck my finger in his belly buttonand squiggled it around.“Belly button rape!
— Jennifer James
Yeah but I don’t know how to make myself go there. Maybe it might never happen again. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
— Breehn Burns, Best of Catbug: My Name is Catbug, What's Yours?
I don’t think so. Beth didn’t get any presents.
— Breehn Burns, Best of Catbug: My Name is Catbug, What's Yours?
Put a little fence around it!
— Breehn Burns, Best of Catbug: My Name is Catbug, What's Yours?
Ahhh! Impossibear has a gas powered stick!
— Breehn Burns, Best of Catbug: My Name is Catbug, What's Yours?
Pony Lords, jump for your lives—AAH!
— Breehn Burns, Best of Catbug: My Name is Catbug, What's Yours?
Ralph Waldo Pickle Chips! I don’t know him.
— Breehn Burns, Best of Catbug: My Name is Catbug, What's Yours?
He says he wants more carrots and bread crumbs!
— Breehn Burns, Best of Catbug: My Name is Catbug, What's Yours?
Leah, wake up." Dougal sat on the edge of her bed and patted her shoulder."Mmm," she moaned. "What is it,Howard?""Howard? Are ye dreaming of Howard?"Her eyes flickered open. "Dougal?""Aye, 'tis me, yer true love, Dougal."She smiled drowsily at him. "Yes, that's true.
— Kerrelyn Sparks
A tired starving dog so thin and frail it looks like it could be knocked over by the wind. But it's staring at me. Unafraid. Mouth opened. Tongue lolling. I want to laugh out loud. I glanced around quickly before scooping the dog into my arms. I don't need to give my father anymore reasons to castrate me, and I don't trust my soldiers not to report something like this. That I would play with the dog.
— Tahereh Mafi, Destroy Me
Sire," Oliver said as he helped Petunia to her feet, "I'd like to marry Petunia. "Of course you would," retorted the King Gregor. "But not right now! we just got those two taken care of." He pointed to the twins who were still trying to play Christian's odd game. "And weddings are expensive!
— Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods
I want to help you," Oliver said."Why?" Galen looked up at him. "Because of Petunia?" Oliver was relieved that the prince didn't seem to be skeptical about his conviction. He simply looked like he wanted to know, and so did Heinrich, when Oliver dared to look at the other prince. Oliver was very aware that Heinrich had known his father. Had known him better than Oliver had, in fact. "Because of her," Oliver said at last. "Even though I have only met her twice, really...I just...""I risked my life to save Rose after only speaking with her twice," Galen said with a small smile.
— Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods
I had been so mad at him when I left, I'd given them back. All except for the one that stuck to the bottom of the jar.He smiled. "They're at home, waiting.""For what?"His eyes glittered. "That, I cannot say.
— Kiera Cass, The Elite
I told Quynn that I'm in love with you."Her face gets real red. That damn cute red that drives me crazy. "Um, why would you do that?"I shake my head, smiling at her. "Cause its the truth, you dork.
— Becca Ann, Reasons I Fell for the Funny Fat Friend
Shaking herself, Petunia looked around. Several of her sisters had been talking to her, but she hadn't heard them. "And that answers our questions about why he gave himself up," Poppy was saying, a smile turning up one corner of her mouth as she looked at Petunia. "Now if everyone could please avoid saying his name [Oliver], so that Petunia doesn't drift off again...?
— Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods
Brooke stared in surprise. “You brought me lunch?”“I was in the neighborhood.”She checked out the label on the bag. “DMK is twenty minutes from here.”“I was in that neighborhood, and now I’m here,” he said in exasperation. “Seriously, woman, you are impossible to feed.” He strode over and set the bag on her desk. “One cheeseburger with spicy chipotle ketchup and a side of sweet potato fries—chosen specifically for a certain spicy and sweet girl I know—and a green dill pickle for your eyes. So there.” He crossed his arms over his chest.Brooke studied him. “You seem very ornery right now.”“As a matter of fact, I am.”“Why?”“I don’t know,” he huffed. “Just . . . eat your Brooke Burger. Stop asking so many questions. Sometimes a guy just wants to buy a girl lunch. Any objections to that? Good. Enjoy your Sunday, Ms. Parker.”He strode out of her office, gone as quickly as he’d appeared.Brooke stared at the doorway and blinked.
— Julie James, Love Irresistibly
Dan habis ini, gue harap lo bakal lebih wise dan nyari seseorang yang bersedia tinggal di sisi lo - not just for weekend, but for the whole days in the week.
— Christian Simamora, With You
I've never been this naked with a girl before. I'm not self-conscious or anything, but its different. Not weird. I'm definitely all right with Hayles seeing this much of me. "Wowza."Okay, now I'm a little embarrassed. "Is that a good thing?"She puts her hands on my chest and her face goes from pink to red. (...) "Seriously? Brody, this is totally another reason why you're just super fabulous."Huh?"You don't even know how freaking hot you are. That's uber sexy." Her eyes go to my bare torso. "Count with me." One finger strokes part of my stomach. "One..." She moves an inch or two over. "Two..." She slides down. "Three..." Back over. "Four..." Down. "Five..." Over. "Six."She flicks her gaze back up to me. "That's what people call a six-pack."I roll my eyes, but she keeps moving her fingers up to my chest. I want to stop her, but I don't at the same time. It feels too good. "And these..." She flattens her hands on me, and I tug her closer. "Are called pecs. Its like you stepped out of a fantasy.
— Becca Ann, Reasons I Fell for the Funny Fat Friend
NOTHING HAS EVER LOOKED LIKE THAT EVER IN ALL OF HUMAN HISTORY,” he said. His enthusiasm was adorable. I couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.“Just so you know, I’m right here,” Mom said. “Sitting next to you. Your mother. Who held your hand as you took your first infantile steps.”“It’s friendly,” I reminded her, turning to kiss her on the cheek.“Didn’t feel too friendly,” Gus mumbled just loud enough for me to hear. When surprised and excited and innocent Gus emerged from Grand Gesture Metaphorically Inclined Augustus, I literally could not resist.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
[Lily] "Petunia's hair is too curly to braid," She said conversationally. Oliver wasn't sure why, but that was what finally made him blush.
— Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods
She [Pansy] pushed in next to Poppy so that she could see him around the guard's elbow. She was as tall as Poppy, with shining dark-brown hair and blue eyes. An utterly lovely girl, as all the princesses were, yet Oliver thought Petunia was far more beautiful.
— Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods
He dug his heels into his horse's flanks and sped down the path. He heard the others call out behind him, but he ignored them. He was sure Karl and Johan and the others would have searched the rosebush and that entire are carefully enough; there was nothing to learn there. But he wanted to get to the hunting lodge, to find Prince Grigori and punch him in the nose for losing Petunia, and then make certain that her sisters were alright. And then her would find Petunia, and he would bring her home.
— Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods
And another thing - don't get too comfortable. Take chances. Don't be afraid to lay it on the line. Even if you're happy. Even if you think life is freaking perfect.
— Emma Chase, Tangled
We're almost there, Oliver said. Once again Petunia was so startled that she tripped and would have fallen is Oliver hadn't caught her around the waist and pulled her upright. "You must have been far away," he said laughing.
— Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods
And then what did you do, Lord Oliver?" Karl's eight-year-old daughter gazed up at him in awe, as though this were the best story she had ever heard.
— Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods
I rolled my eyes. "For defending my honor, you dullard."He yanked me beneath a shadowed awning. I had a moment's panic when I thought he'd spotted trouble, but then his arms were around me and his lips were pressed to mine.When he finally drew back, my cheeks were warm and my legs had gone wobbly."Just to be clear," he said, "I'm not really interested in defending your honor.""Understood," I managed, hoping I didn't sound too ridiculously breathless.
— Leigh Bardugo
Both princesses immediately looked wary, exchanging glances. "Warn us of what?" Petunia asked. She studied him with those blue, blue eyes and Oliver wondered all over again what he was doing here.
— Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him."You looked like you needed some help."Hadley just stares at him."And this way it's perfectly legal," he adds with a grin.
— Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Arya did not dare [take a bath], even though she smelled as bad as Yoren by now, all sour and stinky. Some of the creatures living in her clothes had come all the way from Flea Bottom with her; it didn’t seem right to drown them.
— George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings
Hey, can you teach me the word for friend that you wrote on my 
— Andrea Cheng, The Year of the Book
Hugs usually mean more than just a hug.
— Becca Ann, Reasons I Fell for the Funny Fat Friend
At the end of the week, you told me that you were going on a long trip, but someday you would come back and marry me.”Arianna giggled. “Did I really say that?” she asked, mortified at her bold younger self.“Yes, but I suppose it doesn’t count if you don’t remember. Oh yeah, not to mention the fact you told two of the butlers, three maids, and your favorite cook you wanted to marry them also
— B. Kristin McMichael, The Legend of the Blue Eyes
why would i date him i like someone else"... "I'm the only someone else you know
— Cindy C. Bennett, Rapunzel Untangled
It’s only sixteen ninety-five," I say with a flutter of my lashes."You’re serious."I prop my hands on my waist and stick out a hip, striking a pose worthy of a supermodel. "Look at me. Don’t I look serious?"She collapses into the chair outside the dressing room in a fit of giggles so cute they make my insides fizz. "No! You must be stopped," she says."Why?" I strut down an aisle of yellowed lingerie, swiveling my hips, batting bras with flicks of my fingers. "I will be the king of the disco. I will be—" I spin and strike another pose. "An inspiration."She sniffs and swipes at her eyes. "The real Dylan would die before he’d be seen in public in something like that.""The real Dylan is boring." I brace my hands on the arms of her chair and lean down until our faces are a whisper apart. "And he’s not one fourth the kisser I am.""Is that right?" Her lips quirk."You know it is."Her smile melts, and her breath comes faster. "Yeah. I do.
— Stacey Jay, Romeo Redeemed
Well Abby, it’s not as simple as that. I hate to see you sad sweetheart, but it’s not that bad of a deal just having mommy is it? Are you not happy with me?” I hoped that this would throw her off her the questioning for a little while. It’s not that I never thought about dating, actually I take that back, it’s exactly that and I didn’t know how to get my mindset any differently. Abby looked at me, her baby blues delving deep into my soul “But, you deserve to be happy, too.” she whispered.
— K. Pinson
Y are you called the cheese man?
— Barbara Park, Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed
You know,” he says, voice still low.“I have had nothing but trouble since you walked into my life.” “I’d walk straight back out of it if only you’d let me.
— L.H. Cosway, Tegan's Blood
There's something weird about that guy," she whispers as she slips into the car, bringing an unexpected smile to my face.Ah, Ariel. Some might say she has poor taste, but I cant help but be flat
— Stacey Jay, Romeo Redeemed
I didn’t care that we were out in public. I didn’t care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.
— Richelle Mead
In fact," Eric said, as he went to the front door, "I'd throw it away entirely. Maybe burn it."He left, closing the door behind him very quietly.I knew, as sure as I knew my name, that tomorrow he would send me another coat, in a big fancy box, with a big bow on it. It would be the right size, it would be a top brand, and it would be warm.It was cranberry red, with a removable liner, a detachable hood and tortoiseshell buttons.
— Charlaine Harris, Dead to the World
Could you bring me to Rita’s house before we go to the airport?” I ask. “There’s one last thing I need to ask her to do.” “That is on the other side of the river,” says Ethan.“I know. But I need to see her. Please, I’ll be eternally grateful.” He doesn’t say anything, but instead puts the car in gear and starts the engine. After we are driving for about two minutes he asks. “How grateful?” Ah, I see the old Ethan hasn’t disappeared then. I smile and lean over to place a light peck on his cheek. “This grateful,” I say to him.“Hmm, I think you can do better than that,” he chides in good humor.“You’re driving,” is all I say in reply.“I can pull over,” he answers smartly.
— L.H. Cosway, Tegan's Blood
Sweet potato fries?
— Jamie McGuire
TUmblr Quotes'stay strong''take a chance, you never know what might happen''don't give up on things that make you smile''my biggest fear is growing up
— tumblr
Mercedes is a pretty princess
— Melissa Horacek
When I was younger I used to think that band-aids did all the work. I mean after all, it binds your wound together and makes everything better back to the way it was. But then I became an adult and started to fall in love,fvi and I realize that band-aids are so overrated lol.
— Onee'sha Ford
And Phoebe and Sebastian went their separate ways, to the blacksmith shop and the library, after several backward glances that weren't coordinated enough to allow either to know that the other one was looking.
— Jean Ferris, Thrice Upon a Marigold
But I was starving! You know I always forget my lunch—and who expects me to concentrate on Advanced Manga Drawing Level 2 when visions of pork buns and powdered doughnuts dance in my head? Teacher Suzuki acted like it was the end of the world just because I got hungry,” --Bunny Lilka
— Tiffany Fulton, Starlight Gifts
I say that I'm not into you like that, Camryn, because..," he pauses, searching my face, looking at my lips for a moment as if deciding whether or not he should kiss them again, "...because you're not the girl I could only sleep with once.
— J.A. Redmerski, The Edge of Never
Sometimes, I have to look twice at you just to see if you’re actually real. That much beauty is dangerous.
— Skyla Madi, Your Guardian Angel
I like your hair down." He twisted his fingers through the curls.My eyes drifted shut as I relaxed next to him. "It's a mess. I need to get a haircut."Hayden's fingers stilled. "No. You shouldn't cut your hair. It's beautiful."I would never cut my hair. Ever.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, Cursed
My eyes went to him. "Your rule, honey. I can go put panties on." His eyes came to me. "You do, I get the strap.
— Kristen Ashley, Knight
He did not go much further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen at home - for he could feel inside that it was high time for some meal or other; but that only made him miserabler.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Wearing that? Wouldn't you fancy a shapeless cardigan instead? You rock a shapeless cardigan, honey.
— Sarah Rees Brennan, Unspoken
My name might be similar, but I'd never say 'Laters, baby.
— Jennifer Probst, The Marriage Mistake
I hate being a teenager.""Why?""Hormones." With a sad half smile, he left.
— Jodi Meadows, Incarnate
She might be the Archive, but she's still a kid, Kincaid."He frowned and looked at me. "So?""So? Kids like cute."He blinked at me. "Cute?""Come on."I led him downstairs.On the lower level of the Oceanarium there's an inner ring of exhibits, too, containing both penguins and--wait for it--sea otters.I mean, come on, sea otters. They open abalone with rocks while floating on their backs.How much cuter does it get than small, fuzzy, floating, playful tool users with big, soft brown eyes?
— Jim Butcher, Small Favor
Thick pulse and dizziness make his head light and stomach turn. He really can’t feel his fingers, or knees for that matter. But everything settles down again—almost as if it were always meant to—when his eyes graze a dumb grin and a pair of glittering eyes.
— Changdictator
Come on.” He dropped a heavy hand on my back, between my shoulder blades, and my breath stalled.I was effectively silenced by his touch. Perhaps that was why he did it. Not many people would blame him and probably wished they wielded that kind of power over me.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout
Still, it’s almost too natural to rekindle Jongin’s smile with a tiny “Hello,” and somehow the syllables are perfect on his tongue, perhaps because he’s said it a thousand times already. Perhaps because they’re meant to be.
— Changdictator
Thank you for keeping it a secret. There aren’t many of those in this tribe.
— Kristen Ashley, Rock Chick Revenge
...and there encountered with him all at once Sir Bors, Sir Ector, and Sir Lionel, and they three smote him at once with their spears, and with force of themselves they smote Sir Lancelot's horse reverse to the earth. And by misfortune Sir Bors smote Sir Lancelot through the shield into the side...
— Thomas Malory, Morte D'Arthur
Then I’m suddenly reminded of how I get engulfed with nightmares of Mom’s death as soon as I fall asleep. Hesitantly, I call to him, “Hey, Adrian?”“Yeah?”“Can you hold my hand the entire night?” My voice comes out as a quiet whisper.There’s a pause. I’m almost afraid to meet his eyes. Heartbeat picking up faster, his fingers interweave with mine and lace them together. I turn almost reflexively and I’m faced with his eyes—burning so green that it’s hard to look away. And for a second—one second, there is this feeling that flits in my chest, making my breath catch.Then his eyes close and I blink slowly—feeling as I’m in a dream-like trance. Then mine slide close too after a while of memorizing this moment, this moment of silent peacefulness.The gentle pressure of his hand holding mine coaxes me into sleep.This time, there’s only a soothing blankness. And we sleep just like that; backs curved together, my head folded in his chest. As we hold hands, I fall into the awaiting darkness.
— L. Jayne, Chasing After Infinity
I need a friend and you seemed nicest. I think you and I can have more fun than those fake people on the other side.
— Liz Grace Davis, Tangi's Teardrops: A Single Tear Will Change Everything...
You were meant for me, Poppy. I can feel it in my fingertips when I touch you.
— Tess Oliver, Distraction
You're amazing," she whispered hoarsely.He pushed back the hair from her face. "You too.""How? All I do is let you play me like a piano."He chuckled. "You've got a great keyboard.
— Ashlyn Chase, The Vampire Next Door
Hello, Mary.'It was like hearing a note of divine calm after a dissonant passage of music. My confusion died away.
— Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet
After a moment, he added more seriously: 'I don't get as angry as m'father used to about things. Or maybe I', just better at hiding m'feelings.''I fear I'm not very good at hiding my feelings.'He covered my hand with his own. 'That's what I like about you. I liked it from the first. You're so different from the others.
— Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet
Do you think we can just take it on faith right now that I want you, you want me, and we'll figure out the happy ending part later?
— Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
I think that love is like candy.""I don't like candy either," I say. He smiles at me and shakes his head. "I think anyone who says they don't like candy just hasn't found the right flavor.
— Heather Hepler, Love? Maybe
She walked beside Jared, four inches of rain-dashed darkness between her hanging wrist and his.
— Sarah Rees Brennan, Unspoken
I think there's a little me hiding behind your leg, Chichi.""I'm Goten.""I'm Goku. Hi!"...."Daddy!
— Akira Toriyama
Then she smiled and told me I was cute, and that I should be careful, and I asked her why, then she said that she might fall for me, but I know she was joking, because who would want to fall for me? I'm a mess.
— Abraham M. Alghanem, Summer and Autumn
From my vantage point I can see the back of his neck flush pink beneath his collar. He's got freckles there, too. I wonder how many more freckle's he's got. Are they all over, or just where the sun's touched?Good Lord, why am I thinking of Finn Belastra without his clothes on?
— Jessica Spotswood, Born Wicked
Gorgeous,” he murmured.She chuckled. “Think you’l say that in five months or so? When I waddle like a duck and you have to tie my shoes for me?”“I’l say it then and forever.
— Cherrie Lynn, Unleashed
(I'm trying to improve my typing. notice I now leave a space after a comma, I'm very proud of myself!)
— Nick Bantock
The asymmetry of power that cuteness revolves around is another compelling reminder of how aesthetic categories register social conflict. There can be no experience of any person or object as cute that does not somehow call up the subject’s sense of power over those who are less powerful. But, as Lori Merish underscores, the fact that the cute object seems capable of making an affective demand on the subject—a demand for care that the subject is culturally as well as biologically compelled to fulfill—is already a sign that “cute” does not just denote a static power differential, but rather a dynamic and complex power struggle.
— Sianne Ngai
Pearls' burst out the Snork Maiden excitedly. 'Could ankle rings be made out of pearls?''I should think they could,' said Moomintoll. 'Ankle-rings, and nose-rings and ear-rings and engagement rings...
— Tove Jansson
Vera had not sensed my approach. She was peering into the instrument and turning knobs with child-like seriousness and ineptitude. It was obvious that she had never used a microscope before. I stole closer to her, and then I said, "Boo!"She jerked her head away from the eyepiece."Hello," I said."You scared me to death," she said."Sorry," I said, and I laughed.These ancient games go on and on. It's nice they do.
— Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
That's what most people don't realize; that's why one out of every two marriages fail. Because people go into them with hearts in their eyes and forever on their lips and no concept whatsoever of what that truly means. Of course it's going to be hard work. Of course you are going to get angry and upset and wonder why, out of everyone in the world entire world, you decided to fall in love with an idiot who farts in his sleep and eats like a pig and can't ever be assed to pick up his own dirty underwear off the fucking floor.
— lielabell, Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf
I just can’t wait to get out of Sweet Valley,' Jessica explained. 'I feel like I’ve been dancing with the same ten cute guys my whole life.
— Francine Pascal, Once Upon a Time
No one is waiting for me. In this story, I’m the girl no one is waiting for. Usually the girl is fat, but my problem is more rare, which is freckles: I look like someone threw handfuls of mud at my face.
— Jennifer Egan, A Visit from the Goon Squad
Hey, Tiffany. If I have to walk - if I have to steal a horse - I'll be there
— Bill Condon
She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from teh fact that her little bed was very white.
— Victor Hugo
Wow," Thalia muttered. "Apollo is hot." "He's the sun god," I said."That's not what I meant.
— Rick Riordan, The Titan's Curse
Oh no." I said panic rising in my chest. "No, no, no, Somebody get a can opener. I've got a god in my head!!
— Rick Riordan, The Red Pyramid
Very well! It shall be as you say. But my son, pray this works.I am praying. I'm talking to you, right?Oh...yes. Good point. Amphitrite - incoming!
— Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian
I still don't understand what a sea god would be doing in Atlanta."Leo snorted. "What's a wine god doing in Kansas? Gods are weird.
— Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena
Aretmis gripped her bow. “Let us pray I am wrong.”Can goddesses pray?
— Rick Riordan, The Titan's Curse
Apollo?” I guessed…He put a finger to his lips. “I’m incognito. Call me Fred.”A god named Fred?
— Rick Riordan, The Titan's Curse
God is not a granter of wishes. God is a ruthless bitch.
— Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
Never say never,” he said urgently, rolling back on top of her and using all of his unusually heavy mass to press her deep into the cocoon of her little girl bed. “The gods love to toy with people who use absolutes.
— Josephine Angelini, Starcrossed
The Gods know what it is to be eternal, and they love to toy with mortals who use absolutes.
— Josephine Angelini, Starcrossed
I felt ashamed.""But of what? Psyche, they hadn't stripped you naked or anything?""No, no, Maia. Ashamed of looking like a mortal -- of being a mortal.""But how could you help that?""Don't you think the things people are most ashamed of are things they can't help?
— C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces
The Pentacle - The ancients envisioned their world in two halves - masculine and feminine. Their gods and goddesses worked to keep a balance of power. Yin and Yang. When male and female were balanced, there was harmony in the world. When they were unbalanced there was chaos.
— Dan Brown, The Da Vinci Code
I'm the idiot box. I'm the TV. I'm the all-seeing eye and the world of the cathode ray. I'm the boob tube. I'm the little shrine the family gathers to adore.' 'You're the television? Or someone in the television?' 'The TV's the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to.' 'What do they sacrifice?' asked Shadow.'Their time, mostly,' said Lucy. 'Sometimes each other.' She raised two fingers, blew imaginary gunsmoke from the tips. Then she winked, a big old I Love Lucy wink.'You're a God?' said Shadow.Lucy smirked, and took a ladylike puff of her cigarette. 'You could say that,' she said.
— Neil Gaiman, American Gods
Thou shalt not submit thy god to market forces.
— Terry Pratchett, Small Gods
All the demons of Hell formerly reigned as gods in previous cultures. No it's not fair, but one man's god is another man's devil. As each subsequent civilization became a dominant power, among its first acts was to depose and demonize whoever the previous culture had worshipped. The Jews attacked Belial, the god of the Babylonians. The Christians banished Pan and Loki anda Mars, the respective deities of the ancient Greeks and Celts and Romans. The Anglican British banned belief in the Australian aboriginal spirits known as the Mimi. Satan is depicted with cloven hooves because Pan had them, and he carries a pitchfork based on the trident carried by Neptune. As each deity was deposed, it was relegated to Hell. For gods so long accustomed to receiving tribute and loving attention, of course this status shift put them into a foul mood.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Damned
Zeus, first cause, prime mover; for what thing without Zeus is done among mortals?
— Aeschylus, Agamemnon
You play games with people's lives.(...) You forget that they are fragile.
— Patricia Briggs, Dragon Blood
I see murky visions of other gods and rival magic."That REALLY didn't sound good."What do you mean?" I asked. "what OTHER GODS?""I don't know, Sadie. But Egypt has always faced challenges from outside –– magicians from elsewhere, even gods from elsewhere. Just be vigilant."~Ruby & Sadie Kane about...? Possibly Greeks?
— Rick Riordan, The Serpent's Shadow
Who is to say that prayers have any effect? On the other hand, who is to say they don't? I picture the gods, diddling around on Olympus, wallowing in the nectar and ambrosia and the aroma of burning bones and fat, mischievous as a pack of ten-year-olds with a sick cat to play with and a lot of time on their hands. 'Which prayer shall we answer today?' they ask one another. 'Let's cast the dice! Hope for this one, despair for that one, and while we're at it, let's destroy the life of that woman over there by having sex with her in the form of a crayfish!' I think they pull a lot of their pranks because they're bored.
— Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
It is not for the gods to decide whether or not Man exists - it is for Man to decide whether or not the gods exist.
— J. Michael Straczynski, Thor, by J. Michael Straczynski, Volume 1
I wonder how Admat can be everywhere. Is he in my sandal? Or is he my sandal itself? Why would a god bother to be a sandal? Does he wear shoes or sandals himself, invisible ones?
— Gail Carson Levine, Ever
I'm gonna kick your miserable ass, God!
— Kaori Yuki, Angel Sanctuary, Vol. 20
Rising from the dead? Glowing at sunrise? What did that make him, the god of cheerful mornings and macabre surprises?
— N.K. Jemisin, The Broken Kingdoms
Those whom the gods love grow young.
— Oscar Wilde
What’s going on?”“Nothing.” She coughed, and released Talaith’s hand. “Exceptyou have some powerful enemies.”“Tell me what I don’t know, witch.”“Powerful enemies who are gods.”For a moment, Annwyl was shocked beyond all reason…thenshe shrugged. “Now that I think of it—I don’t know why I would besurprised.
— G.A. Aiken, About a Dragon
I almost forgot how gorgeous Adonis is," she [Ava] said, "We should have made him one of us."She [Ava] wouldn't have gotten any argument out of me, but a strange sound escaped from James, almost like he was growling. "And have to endure another narcissistic blond running around? No, thank you.
— Aimee Carter, Goddess Interrupted
the Divine Nature wounds and perhaps destroys us merely by being what it is.
— C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces
A big silvery janitor. Penny, this can’t be how the universe works.” “In the Order we call it ‘inverse profundity.’ We’ve observed it in any number of cases. The deeper you go into the cosmic mysteries, the less interesting everything gets.
— Lev Grossman, The Magician King
Gods and men create one another, destroy one another, though by different means.
— Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume
Om rubed his head. This wasn't god-like thinking. It seemed simpler when you were up here. It was all a game. You forgot that it wasn't a game down there. People died. Bits got chopped off. We're like eagles up here, he thought. Sometimes we show tortoise how to fly. Then we let go.
— Terry Pratchett, Small Gods
If the gods listened to the prayers of men, all men would quickly have perished: for they are forever praying for evil against one another
— Epicurus
It is the greatest and the tallest of trees that the gods bring low with bolts and thunder. For the gods love to thwart whatever is greater than the rest. They do not suffer pride in anyone but themselves.
— Herodotus
Gods are great," said Atsula, slowly, as if she were imparting a great secret. "But the heart is greater. For it is from our hearts they come, and to our hearts they shall return...
— Neil Gaiman, American Gods
Only the Gods are real.
— Neil Gaiman, American Gods
Gods and politics are the tools with which the godless and unprincipled manipulate the gullible.
— Janet E. Morris
Nay, father. Some of us have been killing giants today and aren't in the mood to have a tea party.- Thor, God of Thunder
— Matt Fraction, Thor: Ages of Thunder
At Bealltainn, or May Day, every effort was made to scare away the fairies, who were particularly dreaded at this season. In the West Highlands charms were used to avert their influence. In the Isle of Man the gorse was set alight to keep them at a distance. In some parts of Ireland the house was sprinkled with holy water to ward off fairy influence. These are only a mere handful out of the large number of references available, but they seem to me to reveal an effort to avoid the attentions of discredited deities on occasions of festival once sacred to them. The gods duly return at the appointed season, but instead of being received with adoration, they are rebuffed by the descendants of their former worshippers, who have embraced a faith which regards them as demons.In like manner the fairies in Ireland were chased away from the midsummer bonfires by casting fire at them. At the first approach of summer, the fairy folk of Scotland were wont to hold a "Rade," or ceremonial ride on horseback, when they were liable to tread down the growing grain.
— Lewis Spence, British Fairy Origins
The gods were great, but what good was greatness if you didn't love?
— Lev Grossman
Gods have a way of sprouting from vacant lots.
— Robert Dawson
paithin- ... he is orn! mother peytin's son, come to lead us to safety!"zifnab- thats it! orn, favors his mother-roland- no, he doesnt. look! hes human! wouldnt mother whats- her - name's kid be and elf- wait!i know! he is one of the lords of thillia! come back to us, like the legend foretold!zifnab- that too! i dont know why i didnt recognize him. the spitting image of his father!
— Margaret Weis
Of the things we fashioned for them that they might be comforted, dawn is the one that works.
— John Banville, The Infinities
What sort of gods make rats and plagues and dwarfs?
— George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
Jess wasn't religious. Not even a little bit. She thought all gods were basically big bully-boy cops dreamed up by people who wanted the laws they liked on Earth to be true everywhere else.
— M.R. Carey, Fellside
It may well be that by trickery of priests men have sometimes taken a mortal's voice for a god's. But it will not work the other way. No one who hears a god's voice takes it for a man's.
— C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces
It is said that whomsoever the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad. In fact, whomsoever the gods wish to destroy, they first hand the equivalent of a stick with a fizzing fuse and Acme Dynamite Company written on the side. It's more interesting, and doesn't take so long.
— Terry Pratchett, Soul Music
When you're dealing with these forces or powers in a philosophic and scientific way, contemplating them from an armchair, that rationalistic approach is useful. It is quite profitable then to regard the gods and goddesses and demons as projections of the human mind or as unconscious aspects of ourselves. But every truth is a truth only for one place and one time, and that's a truth, as I said, for the armchair. When you're actually dealing with these figures, the only safe, pragmatic and operational approach is to treat them as having a being, a will, and a purpose entirely apart from the humans who evoke them. If the Sorcerer's Apprentice had understood that, he wouldn't have gotten into so much trouble.
— Robert Anton Wilson, Leviathan
There are many gods . . . gods of beauty and magic, gods of the garden, gods in our own backyards, but we go off to foreign countries to find new ones, we reach to the stars to find new ones--. . . . The god of the church is a jealous god; he cannot live in peace with other gods.
— Rudolfo Anaya, Bless Me, Ultima
It must be understood that in some cases the process by which a god or goddess degenerates into a fairy may occupy centuries, and that in the passage of generations such an alteration may be brought about in appearance and traits as to make it seem impossible that any relationship actually exists between the old form and the new. This may be accounted for by the circumstance that in gradually assuming the traits of fairyhood the god or goddess may also have taken on the characteristics of fairies which Already existed in the minds of the folk, the elves of a past age, who were already elves at a period when he or she still flourished in the full vigour of godhead. For in one sense Faerie represents a species of limbo, a great abyss of traditional material, into which every kind of ancient belief came to be cast as the acceptance of one new faith after another dictated the abandonment of forms and ideas unacceptable to its doctrines. The difference between god and fairy is indeed the difference between religion and folk-lore.
— Lewis Spence, British Fairy Origins
Then the woman in the bed sat up and looked about her with wild eyes; and the oldest of the old men said: 'Lady, we have come to write down the names of the immortals,’ and at his words a look of great joy came into her face. Presently she, began to speak slowly, and yet eagerly, as though she knew she had but a little while to live, and, in English, with the accent of their own country; and she told them the secret names of the immortals of many lands, and of the colours, and odours, and weapons, and instruments of music and instruments of handicraft they held dearest; but most about the immortals of Ireland and of their love for the cauldron, and the whetstone, and the sword, and the spear, and the hills of the Shee, and the horns of the moon, and the Grey Wind, and the Yellow Wind, and the Black Wind, and the Red Wind. ("The Adoration of the Magi")
— W.B. Yeats
Why, observe the thing; turn it over; hold it up to the window; count the beads, long, oval, like some seaweed bulbs, each an amulet. See the tint; it's very old; like clots of sunshine, aren't they? Now bring it near; see the carving, here corrugated, there faceted, now sculptured into hideous, tiny, heathen gods. You didn't notice that before! How difficult it must have been, when amber is so friable! Here's one with a chessboard on his back, and all his kings and queens and pawns slung round him. Here's another with a torch, a flaming torch, its fire pouring out inverted. They are grotesque enough; but this, this is matchless: such a miniature woman, one hand grasping the round rock behind, while she looks down into some gulf, perhaps, beneath, and will let herself fall. 0, you should see her with a magnifying-glass! You want to think of calm satisfying death, a mere exhalation, a voluntary slipping into another element? There it is for you. They are all gods and goddesses. They are all here but one; I've lost one, the knot of all, the love of the thing. Well! Wasn't it queer for a Catholic girl to have at prayer?
— Harriet Prescott Spofford, The Amber Gods and Other Stories
The gods have fled, I know. My sense is the gods have always been essentially absent. I do not believe human beings have played games or sports from the beginning merely to summon or to please or to appease the gods. If anthropologists and historians believe that, it is because they believe whatever they have been able to recover about what humankind told the gods humankind was doing. I believe we have played games, and watched games, to imitate the gods, to become godlike in our worship of eachother and, through those moments of transmutation, to know for an instant what the gods know.
— A. Bartlett Giamatti, Take Time for Paradise: Americans and Their Games
She was the Goddess Who Must Not Be Named; those who sought her never found her, yet she was known to come to the aid of those in greatest need. And, then again, sometimes she didn't. She was like that.
— Terry Pratchett, The Color of Magic
We do remember once we were wrong sacrificing everything for idols and stones likewise today for ghost and phantoms.
— M.F. Moonzajer
Love The Way Love, Loves You
— Syed Sharukh
Holy gods. He'd frozen the whole damn lake. He was THAT powerful?
— Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
Whereas the Agricultural Revolution gave rise to theist religions, the Scientific Revolution gave birth to humanist religions, in which humans replaced gods.
— Yuval Noah Harari, Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow
When, for instance, a highly esteemed professor in his seventies abandons his family and runs off with a young red-headed actress, we know that the gods have claimed another victim.
— C.G. Jung, The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious
The gods grant nothing more than life,So let us reject whatever lifts us To unbreathable heights, Eternal but flowerless.
— Pessoa Fernando
Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.
— Janell Rhiannon, Rise of Princes
I want you too, so much,” she whispered.	He murmured in her ear, “Then take me.
— Thea Harrison, Spellbinder
The weather gods are toying with us." - Dr. James Stagg
— David Haig, Pressure
Are you ready to be rejoined for all time with your fellow gods? Oh yes, she explained, For not only was he a god, but so were all mortals gods in disguise, divorced from their divine lineage, their true identities, shrouded from their earthly selves. That is what she now revealed to him; He had been one of the rare humans who had not forgotten the connection with his divine self, and had lived like a god his mortal life.
— Karen Essex, Pharaoh
He is tolerated by the gods, perhaps because his stratagems and plans save them as often as they get them into trouble.Loki makes the world more interesting but less safe. He is the father of monsters, the author of woes, the sly god.
— Neil Gaiman, Norse Mythology
In school, we learned about the world before ours, about the angels and gods that lived in the sky, ruling the earth with kind and loving hands. Some say those are just stories, but I don't believe that. The gods rule us still. They have come down from the stars. And they are no longer kind.
— Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen
in the linked arms of Bacchus and Aphrodite.
— Dorothy L. Sayers, Busman's Honeymoon
They are coming to teach us good manners!" I replied in English. "But they won't succeed, because we are gods.
— Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa, The Leopard
Gods are cold. War, killing, and stabbing each other in the back is really what we do best.
— Kendare Blake, Antigoddess
His gaze hits mine with the force of a battering ram. He looks… appalled. “I-I won’t do this. I can’t… be with you.
— Amanda Bouchet, Breath of Fire
Listen,” whispers Dario. “How still it is.” They stand under a darkened archway, the only sound a whispered squeak where docked gondolas rub against each other. Negative ions from the lapping water release serotonin, and the brains of these two flood with the nourishment of each other’s breath, each other’s chi.
— Kristen Caven, The Vesuvian Affair
What if you are wrong? What if the gods sent you, and indeed the rest of us, not because we were never meant to be, but because we were always meant to be?
— Marie Lu, The Midnight Star
Heartily know, when half-gods go, the gods arrive.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Belief in God means Believe yourself, and you know who God is!
— shashidhar sa
In school, we learned about the world before ours, about angels and gods that lived in the sky, ruling the earth with kind and loving hands. Some say those are just stories, but I don't believe that. The gods rule us still. They have come down from the stars. And they are no longer kind.
— Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen
But too much love is poison, especially when that love is not returned
— Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus
the gods are created by poets" --Ovid
— Ovid
The old gods of revenge, the Furies, who are all women, put the family ahead of all other values; the new gods, mostly men, are for detached universal law that makes no exception for particular individuals, families, or cities.
— Hubert Dreyfus and Sean Dorrance Kelly
Faith is a state of constant examination and openness. In faith we must be vulnerable. Only in this seeming weakness do we live with God.
— Max Gladstone, Four Roads Cross