“You never had me, Keaton, but I always had you.”
― Courtney Lane, quote from The Sect
“Love is the pain of pleasure,” I forced between sniveling sobs, “and pain is the pleasure of love.”
― Courtney Lane, quote from The Sect
“The sad thing is, I don’t think you’ll ever know what’s true and what’s false about me.”
― Courtney Lane, quote from The Sect
“Wasn’t that what you were? A pampered princess who couldn’t deal with the big bad world so you ran? Princess.” “And who are you? The villain?” “I’m something much worse than the villain,” he sneered. “Something you’ll never find a definition for.”
― Courtney Lane, quote from The Sect
“NO SMALL act of kindness goes unremembered.”
― Courtney Lane, quote from The Sect
“Reven is a sadist who thinks he’s some divine being. This place is a hideaway for a very screwed up sex cult.”
― Courtney Lane, quote from The Sect
“I’ve got your number, princess. Fucking you, touching you—anything I do to your body that will make you come—will break you.”
― Courtney Lane, quote from The Sect
“My worst fear was that I would be trained for sex enslavement.”
― Courtney Lane, quote from The Sect
Courtney Lane
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“We’re all united by grief, and somehow divided by the same thing. My”
― Brigid Kemmerer, quote from Letters to the Lost
“No matter what he does, every person on earth plays a central role in the history of the world. And normally he doesn't know it.”
― Paulo Coelho, quote from Alkimist
“MOMA's values were blown through the American education system, from high school upwards-and downwards, too, greatly raising the status of "creativity" and "self-expression" in kindergarten. By the 1970s, the historical study of modern art had expanded to the point where students were scratching for unexploited thesis subjects. By the mid-eighties, twenty-one-year-old art-history majors would be writing papers on the twenty-six-year-old graffitists.”
― Robert Hughes, quote from The Shock of the New
“Sheepskin is a marvelously durable medium, though it has to be treated with some care. Whereas ink soaks into the fibers on paper, on sheepskin it stays on the surface, rather like chalk on a blackboard, and so can be rubbed away comparatively easily. “Sixteenth-century paper was of good quality, too,” he went on. “It was made of rags and was virtually acid free, so it has lasted very well.”
― Bill Bryson, quote from Shakespeare: The World as Stage
“Hmm…’ Ciri bit her lower lip, then leaned over and put her eye closer to the hole. ‘Madam Yennefer is standing by a willow… She’s plucking leaves and playing with her star. She isn’t saying anything and isn’t even looking at Geralt… And Geralt’s standing beside her. He’s looking down and he’s saying something. No, he isn’t. Oh, he’s pulling a face… What a strange expression…’ ‘Childishly simple,’ said Dandelion, finding an apple in the grass, wiping it on his trousers and examining it critically. ‘He’s asking her to forgive him for his various foolish words and deeds. He’s apologising to her for his impatience, for his lack of faith and hope, for his obstinacy, doggedness. For his sulking and posing; which are unworthy of a man. He’s apologising to her for things he didn’t understand and for things he hadn’t wanted to understand—’ ‘That’s the falsest lie!’ said Ciri, straightening up and tossing the fringe away from her forehead with a sudden movement. ‘You’re making it all up!’ ‘He’s apologising for things he’s only now understood,’ said Dandelion, staring at the sky, and he began to speak with the rhythm of a balladeer. ‘For what he’d like to understand, but is afraid he won’t have time for… And for what he will never understand. He’s apologising and asking for forgiveness… Hmm, hmm… Meaning, conscience, destiny? Everything’s so bloody banal…’ ‘That’s not true!’ Ciri stamped. ‘Geralt isn’t saying anything like that! He’s not even speaking. I saw for myself. He’s standing with her and saying nothing…’ ‘That’s the role of poetry, Ciri. To say what others cannot utter.’ ‘It’s a stupid role. And you’re making everything up!’ ‘That is also the role of poetry. Hey, I hear some raised voices coming from the pond. Have a quick look, and see what’s happening there.’ ‘Geralt,’ said Ciri, putting her eye once more to the hole in the wall, ‘is standing with his head bowed. And Yennefer’s yelling at him. She’s screaming and waving her arms. Oh dear… What can it mean?’ ‘It’s childishly simple.’ Dandelion stared at the clouds scudding across the sky. ‘Now she’s saying sorry to him.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, quote from Time of Contempt
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