“He turned to Edwin. "You know, the stuff you just told me makes more sense than all the weird things the counselors and psychologist have told me in school and at the detention center."
Edwin tapped Cole's shoulder with the broken stick. "That's because those people still think you can get rid of the left end of the stick.”
― quote from Touching Spirit Bear
“all my parents do is drink. They hate me. Do you know what it's like waking up every morning knowing you're not good enough? there are only two things wrong with me-everything I do and everything I say. They'll never be happy until I'm dead”
― quote from Touching Spirit Bear
“Whatever you do to the animals, you do to yourself.”
― quote from Touching Spirit Bear
“What you focus on becomes reality. Everybody carries anger inside. But also happiness. Those who focus on anger will always be angry. Those who focus on happiness will-”
― quote from Touching Spirit Bear
“Animals can teach us more about ourselves than any teacher.”
― quote from Touching Spirit Bear
“Why live if you can’t help others and make the world a better place?”
― quote from Touching Spirit Bear
“Anger is a memory never forgotten. You only tame it.”
― quote from Touching Spirit Bear
“People change two ways --- with slow persistent pressure, or with a single and sudden traumatic experience.”
― quote from Touching Spirit Bear
“Animals can teach us more about ourselves than any teacher.” He”
― quote from Touching Spirit Bear
“We may have to mask your scent.” He looked at her soberly. “Did Olivia tell you anything about scent marking?” “Scent marking?” Sophie wracked her brain, trying to remember. It seemed vaguely familiar though she couldn’t remember exactly what it involved. Still, how bad could it be? “Oh, uh, sure. Scent marking.” She nodded. “Good. Because in the last extremity, if I hear the sniffers around this cabin, I may have to scent mark you—to mask your scent with my own.” “Can you do that? I mean, is your scent that much stronger than mine, especially when they’re focused on me?” Sylvan looked down at his hands. “Normally it isn’t but right now…ever since the trip we took in the transport tube…” Sophie thought of the warm, spicy scent that seemed to go to her head, the way it made her react to him… “It’s your mating scent, isn’t it?” she asked in a low voice, not daring to look at him. “Yes.” He sounded ashamed. “But why…” She risked a sidelong glance at him. “Why is it coming out now? I, uh, thought it only happened during the claiming period. But you’re not, um, claiming me or anything. I mean, we’re not… you know.” “I know.” He shook his head. “I don’t understand what’s going on either. We haven’t even been dream sharing. Well, that is, I mean…” He cleared his throat. “I’ve had a few dreams of you. But nothing out of the ordinary.” He glanced at her. “Have you…had any strange dreams?” “No.” Sophie shook her head and a look of mingled disappointment and relief passed over his stern features. “I have been, uh, having problems with my art, though,” she admitted in a low voice. “Problems with your art?” He frowned. “What do you mean?” “I paint,” Sophie explained. “You know—with a paintbrush and easel?” She made a painting motion in the air and his eyes widened. “That was what I dreamed. That you were painting a picture of…of me.” Sophie nearly choked. “But I have been! You’re all I’ve been able to paint lately. Even when I try not to, you always sneak in there. It’s so annoying.” Then she realized what she’d said. “Uh, I mean—” “It doesn’t matter.” Sylvan cut her off, shaking his head. “So we have been dream sharing, in a way.” Sophie felt herself go cold all over. “Does…does that mean you’re going to try to…to claim me? The way Baird claimed Liv?” Oh my God, if he does, if he claims me, then he’ll want to bite me! That’s the way his people do it. She had horror-movie visions of being held down under his muscular bulk, held down and pierced multiple times and in multiple ways. God, his teeth in my throat at the same time he’s inside me, filling me, holding me down and biting and thrusting. He’s so big, so strong—I’d never be able to get away. The horror she felt must have showed on her face, because Sylvan’s voice was rough when he spoke. “Don’t worry, Sophia. Even if I wanted to claim you, I couldn’t.” “Oh right.” She felt a small measure of relief. “Your vow.” “My vow,” he agreed. “Sylvan,”
― Evangeline Anderson, quote from Hunted
“Well, get the coffer out," said Tobie roundly. "You find his clean clothes and I'll cut his hair round his cap and wash his ears out. Then, when we get to the Palazzo Medici, you imitate his voice and I'll sit him on my knee and move his arms up and down. Where is the problem?”
― Dorothy Dunnett, quote from The Spring of the Ram
“Oh! How like a woman," Davey said. "Sex, my dear Sadie, is not a sovereign cure for everything, you know. I only wish it were.”
― Nancy Mitford, quote from The Pursuit of Love & Love in a Cold Climate
“Nur hat der Paul dieses sein Denkvermögen genauso ununterbrochen beim Fenster hinausgeworfen, wie sein Geldvermögen, aber während sein Geldvermögen sehr bald endgültig zum Fenster hinausgeworfen und erschöpft gewesen war, war sein Denkvermögen tatsächlich unerschöpflich; er warf es ununterbrochen zum Fenster hinaus und es vermehrte sich (gleichzeitig) ununterbrochen, je mehr er von seinem Denkvermögen aus dem Fenster (seines Kopfes) hinauswarf, desto mehr vergrößerte es sich, das ist ja das Kennzeichen solcher Menschen, die zuerst verrückt sind und schließlich als wahnsinnig bezeichnet werden, dass sie immer mehr und immer ununterbrochen ihr Geistesvermögen zum Fenster (ihres Kopfes) hinauswerfen und sich gleichzeitig in diesem ihrem Kopf ihr Geistesvermögen mit derselben Geschwindigkeit, mit welcher sie es zum Fenster (ihres Kopfes) hinauswerfen, vermehrt. Sie werfen immer mehr Geistesvermögen zum Fenster (ihres Kopfes) hinaus und es wird gleichzeitig in ihrem Kopf immer mehr und naturgemäß immer bedrohlicher und schließlich kommen sie mit dem Hinauswerfen ihres Geistesvermögens (aus ihrem Kopf) nicht mehr nach und der Kopf hält das sich fortwährend in ihrem Kopf vermehrende und in diesem ihrem Kopf angestaute Geistesvermögen nicht mehr aus und explodiert.”
― Thomas Bernhard, quote from Wittgenstein's Nephew
“A Magnificent Banquet, being
A Thanksgiving for the Safe Return
Of our Beloved Daughter,
Princess Esmeralda.
Bring your own plates.”
― Angie Sage, quote from Physik
Allegiance
The Handmaid's Tale...
Turbulence
The Empty Grave
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