Quotes by Hungarian Authors - Page 3

He stepped closer with an intense, thoughtful look on his face. "We shouldn't do this."tHer heart gave a hard thud.t"You probably can't kiss." Another step closer. "What does the doctor say?"t"We never kissed," she deadpanned. "Dr. Pratt and I are not interested in each other that way."tThe sound of his deep laughter broke the tension between them. He moved a little closer still.t"Dr. Pratt says intimacy is all right, unless the other person is sick." She couldn't believe she just said that. Why not put a neon sign on her forehead? DESPERATE FOR SEX.t"This isn't going to work." He leaned his forehead against hers, the skin-to-skin contact jolting. "This isn't the right time for either of us." His hands slid up her arms. "I shouldn't kiss you," he said.tAnd then he did.tHoly heaven.
Dana Marton
Okay," she said, breathless. "But just be quick about it. Please."tHe looked up from her breasts to her face. "Stamina is usually considered a good thing in a man."tShe tried to catch her breath. "It's... uncomfortable. I'm not good at this," she confessed. "I don't like to drag things out.:tHis eyebrows slid up a fraction, his voice deepening to a silky smoothness. "Is that so?" And then ever so slowly, ever so carefully, he licked a lazy circle around her nipple.tA small moan escaped her throat, taking her by surprise and embarrassing her.tHis lips twitched. Then he licked the nipple itself.tShe moaned again, started by the pleasure.tThen he took her nipple into his mouth, sucked hard suddenly, and she felt moisture gather between her legs. When he moved to the other nipple while rubbing the first between his thumb and index fingers, she reached down to run her hands over his back and wide shoulders, over his hot, smooth skin, wanting to touch him as much as wanting to hold him in place.tHe looked up. "For someone who's not good at this, you're amazingly responsive.
Dana Marton
It's all messed up," she said.t"What is?" he asked quietly from behind her.t"Us."t"We're doing okay."t"I didn't set out to trap you or anything." Keith had accused her of that a hundred times.t"I don't feel trapped."t"Why?"t"I'm a simple guy. I have a beautiful woman in my arms. What's there to complain about?"t"I'm hardly beautiful. I look like an eggplant."t"Purple is my favorite color."t"There's a really annoying dinosaur you might want to watch with Justin over breakfast." But she smiled into the darkness.
Dana Marton
A dangerous glint came into his eyes. "Gabi, if I ever show up in your bedroom in the middle of the nigh, believe me, it won't be to give you a morality lesson."tShe felt the promise of that through her body down to her toes. But she said, "If anyone showed up in my bedroom in the middle of the night, I'm likely to shoot them."tHe laughed as he shook his head at her. "Of course, you would.
Dana Marton
Bra already forgotten, he was working on her pants, and he kissed every inch he bared, from her waist to her knees, then to her ankles, then her toes, one by one. he laid a path of kisses down on leg, then up the other, then he placed a long, lingering kiss at her center, through her panties, She was already wet for him.tNot that he hurried. All the impatience he'd shown earlier seemed to have evaporated. Doris could have crocheted a pair of panties in the amount of time it took Hunter to remove Gabi's.tShe squirmed under him. "I thought they teach speed in the military."t"When warranted. There are times that call for careful deliberation."t"You're going to deliberate me to death," she warned, just as he finally parted her hot flesh, a move that immediately silenced her.tBut he didn't touch her further. He blew on her clit.tShe nearly jackkifed off the couch. He pushed her knees up until her heels touched her butt, then he pushed her knees out until she was spread wide open just inches from his face.tAnd then he just looked.tGood grief. What was there to look at?t"Touch me!" she snapped when she couldn't stand the suspense any longer. "Touch me, you torturous bastard. That's an order."tHe laughed deeply and heartily. "And what are you going to do if I don't?"t"I'll arrest you."t"I think that's what they call an abuse of power." His eyes glinted darkly. "But the idea of handcuffs does have considerable merit.
Dana Marton
Have you found your Christmas spirit yet? he asked as they drove by Broslin Square.tThe decorations were out of control. "This place would make Liberace feel underdressed.
Dana Marton
Her grandmother used to say there were men the devil put on earth to test good women. Clara was tempted to ask the guy whether he'd just zip-lined in from hell.t"Go away," she said instead.tHis smile was worth a thousand words, most of them dirty. His voice dipped. "How can I, when your eyes begged me to come over?
Dana Marton
He tsked. "No tits, no manners." He shook his head. "You should try to have at least one or the other. A pair of great tits covers a multitude of sins.
Dana Marton
She wasn't entirely sure if she was being rescued or kidnapped.
Dana Marton
Something dropped on her shoulder, but even as she screamed, her heart stopping midbeat, the next oncoming branch swept the tarantula away.tAww! Ick!tShe manically brushed her shoulder with her free hand, every inch of her covered in goose bumps.t"When running from people who're trying to kill you," Walker advised as he kept dragging her, "it's better to stay quiet. Generally speaking.
Dana Marton
If we were in a spreadsheet, we'd be in different columns." She'd be under uptight/nerdy/homely girls, and he'd be under badass men with bodies of..um..Navy SEALS.tHe grunted. "Just so you know, I hate spreadsheets with a hot, burning passion.
Dana Marton
I hope we'll be friends." His grin was pure sin....tShe stuck with the truth. "I hope we won't be enemies.
Dana Marton
His voice still had the rasp of desire as he asked, "If I disappear, will you come and find me?
Dana Marton
She sighed. "You're not without fault, but you're not rotten. Although you're very disorderly. You're pigheaded, cocky beyond bearing, arrogant." She stopped when she realized she'd just said the same thing three times over. "You have a troubling obsession with vigilante justice." She cleared her throat. "Well, I'm sure there are things you don't like about me."t"You're not naked, and you're not under me." His voice was thick with passion.
Dana Marton
She sashayed into the kitchen like she lived there, and grabbed two glasses from the counter, rinsed them in the sink, all very domestic.tHis eyes strayed to her breasts. “You came to do dishes?”t“I came to come.” She winked, smiling from ear to ear.t“Gotta appreciate a straight-talking woman.
Dana Marton
In the middle of the house stood the largest, scariest man she’d ever seen. Senhor Finch had been sunshine, but this foreigner was a night storm. He seemed to fill the house like a dark cloud. Too big, too strong, his gaze too sharp on her. And as she turned to flee, he thundered, “Stop!”tAnd the next second, the man had her arm in his grip.
Dana Marton
When I was young, I wanted to be an astronaut. Someone who flies in a spaceship to the moon,” he explained, in case she didn’t know the word.tShe thought about that for a moment. “But you didn’t go.”t“Turns out I have dyslexia. It’s something in your brain that makes it hard to learn. Mine is not bad, just enough so I couldn’t pass the test.”t“I’m glad you didn’t go to the moon,” she said. “I think it’s better that you came here.
Dana Marton
The Potomac had taken away Linda and the boys.tThe Rio Negro had given him Daniela.tOne river had swallowed his heart; another river, halfway around the world, had gifted it back. A different heart, beaten up, scarred, but a beating heart at least.
Dana Marton
Quickly, Ian learned the danger of holding her. Once he allowed his arm around her, letting her go was nearly impossible.
Dana Marton
She could live without her past. She was better off without her past. But Ian couldn’t live without his heart.
Dana Marton
As he waited for her, he braced himself for the sight of her, ready to turn out the light as soon as she reached her bed.tBut when Daniela came in, she wasn’t wearing her nightgown. She returned from the bathroom in a bath towel. And then she locked the door behind her and dropped the towel. Drops of water glistened on her naked skin as if she’d been painted with diamonds.t“Christ,” he breathed.
Dana Marton
I love you more than piranhas love chicken wings.
Dana Marton
You're not horribly terrible."tHe shook his head at her. "You say the nicest things." He held her gaze for a moment. "You're not trying to get into my pants, are you?
Dana Marton
What anger wants, it buys at the price of soul.
Dana Marton
Flash fire."tShe turned her head as far as she could, trying to look at him. "I don't know what that means."tHe shifted on the branch. "First time I was on a submarine, we had a flash fire. It's a combustion explosion. A flammable mist builds up in the air, then suddenly, bam. Think super high temperatures and a rapidly moving flame front. It kills by asphyxiation. Burns up all the available oxygen. It's devastating.
Dana Marton
She growled.tHe gave her a considering look. "That's almost sexy.
Dana Marton
I can't find the words." She stared daggers at him.t"Don't hurt yourself trying.
Dana Marton
Zoltán looked at them through the window. He hated the man. Now he hated work. Work for these? Work with these? He saw before him the great puszta. Here the long, cracked stripe of a ditch once again stole the blue of the sky, transforming it into a deeper colour, renewing it, like an artist's palette: every pool on the meadows, every clump of flowers, was a jewel on the bosom of nature, a diadem, a string of pearls: oh, nature was lovely... That is, it would be if it could... But mankind... Among these? Struggle, fight, this greedy little piece of meat... Dark furrows on the wondrous surface, the many-branched, tufted promise of the maize, jewelled patches on God's regal robe: why was the world so lovely? to cover up the ugliness of man?
Zsigmond Móricz
A century is about events. A decade is about people.
George Friedman
What we call the personality is often a jumble of genuine traits and adopted coping styles that do not reflect our true self at all but the loss of it.
Gabor Maté
The worst president is closer by nature to the best then either is to anyone who has not gone through what it requires to become president.
George Friedman
Rubashov had always believed that he knew himself rather well. Being without moral prejudices, he had no illusions about the phenomenon called the "first person singular" and had taken for granted, without particular emotion, that this phenomenon was endowed with certain impulses which people are generally reluctant to admit. Now, when he stood with his forehead against the window or suddenly stopped on the third black tile, he made unexpected discoveries. He found that those processes wrongly known as monologues are really dialogues of a special kind - dialogues in which one partner remains silent while the other, against all grammatical rules, addresses him as "I" instead of "you," in order to creep into his confidence and to fathom his intentions, but the silent partner just remains silent, shuns observation, and even refuses to be localized in time and space.
Arthur Koestler
The chairs - turned towards one another in groups of twos and threes - seemed like the seats of ghosts in close conversation with one another. There were sets of two chairs - very close to one another - in the far corners of the room, which spoke of recent whispered flirtations, over cold game pie and iced champagne; there were sets of three and four chairs, that recalled pleasant animated discussions over the latest scandals; there were chairs straight up in a row that still looked starchy, critical, acid, like antiquated dowagers; there were a few isolated, single chairs, close to the table, that spoke of gourmands intent on the most recherche dishes, and others overturned on the floor, that spoke volumes on the subject of my Lord Grenville's cellars.
Emmuska Orczy
I never liked the influence of others when it came to feelings. I rather went through the painful process of analyzing everything half to death.
Erika M. Szabo
Few would argue that a simpler consciousness, no matter how harmonious, is preferable to a more complex one. While we might admire the serenity of the lion in repose, the tribesman’s untroubled acceptance of his fate, or the child’s wholehearted involvement in the present, they cannot offer a model for resolving our predicament. The order based on innocence is now beyond our grasp. Once the fruit is plucked from the tree of knowledge, the way back to Eden is barred forever.
Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi
While you and I are allowed the luxury of our pain, president isn't. A president must take into account how his citizens feel and he must manage them and lead them, but he must not succumb to personal feelings. His job is to maintain a ruthless sense of proportion while keeping the coldness of his calculation to himself.
George Friedman
Presidents and other politicians manage the appearance of things, largely by manipulating the air and hope.
George Friedman
Galvanized people can do careless things. It is in the extreme and emotion-laden moments that distance and coolness are most required. I am tempted to howl in rage. It is not my place to do so. My job is to try to dissect the event, place it in context and try to understand what has happened and why. From that, after the rage cools, plans for action can be made. Rage has its place, but actions must be taken with discipline and thought.
George Friedman
Psychiatrists look for twisted molecules and defective genes as the causes of schizophrenia, because schizophrenia is the name of a disease. If Christianity or Communism were called diseases, would they then look for the chemical and genetic “causes” of these “conditions”?
Thomas Szasz
A vast amount of psychiatric effort has been, and continues to be, devoted to legal and quasi-legal activities. In my opinion, the only certain result has been the aggrandizement of psychiatry. The value to the legal profession and to society as a whole of psychiatric help in administering the criminal law, is, to say the least, uncertain. Perhaps society has been injured, rather than helped, by the furor psychodiagnosticus and psychotherapeuticus in criminology which it invited, fostered, and tolerated.
Thomas Szasz
The pressure to reduce health care costs is aimed only at the treatment of real diseases. There is no pressure to reduce the costs of treating fictitious diseases. On the contrary, there is pressure to define ever more types of undesirable behaviors as mental disorders or addictions and to spend ever more tax dollars on developing new psychiatric diagnoses and facilities for storing and treating the victims of such diseases, whose members now include alcoholics, drug abusers, smokers, overeaters, self-starvers, gamblers, etc.
Thomas Szasz
The fatal weakness of most psychiatric historiographies lies in the historians' failure to give sufficient weight to the role of coercion in psychiatry and to acknowledge that mad-doctoring had nothing to do with healing.
Thomas Szasz
We cannot institutionalize helping the "victims" of personal disasters.
Thomas Szasz
The young and the old are defenseless against relatives who want to get rid of them by casting them in the role of mental patient,and against psychiatrists whose livelihood depends on defining them as mentally ill.
Thomas Szasz
The term 'deinstitutionalization' conceals some simple truths, namely, that old, unwanted persons, formerly housed in state hospitals, are now housed in nursing homes; that young, unwanted persons, formerly also housed in state hospitals, are now housed in prisons or parapsychiatric facilities; and that both groups of inmates are systematically drugged with psychiatric medications.
Thomas Szasz
Night does not show things, it suggests them. It disturbes and surprises us with its strangeness. It liberates forces within us which are dominated by our reason during the daytime.
Brassaï
Love gives you something extra... It makes you limitless...
Adam Scythe
Their job as leader was not to solve the problem – the president really has little control over the economy – but to convince the public not only that he has a plan but that he is altogether confident in the plan's success and that only a cynic or someone in different to the public's well-being would dare to question him on the details.
George Friedman
All types of societies are limited by economic factors. Nineteenth century civilization alone was economic in a different and distinctive sense, for it chose to base itself in a motive rarely acknowledged as valid in history of human societies, and certainly never before raised to the level of justification of action and behavior in everyday life, namely, gain. The self-regulating market system was uniquely derived from this principle. The mechanism which the motive gain set in motion was comparable in effectiveness only to the most violent outburst of religious fervor in history. Within a generation the whole human world was subjected to its undiluted influence.
Karl Polanyi
Satan, on the contrary, is thin, ascetic and a fanatical devotee of logic. He reads Machiavelli, Ignatius of Loyola, Marx and Hegel; he is cold and unmerciful to mankind, out of a kind of mathematical mercifulness. He is damned always to do that which is most repugnant to him: to become a slaughterer, in order to abolish slaughtering, to sacrifice lambs so that no more lambs may be slaughtered, to whip people with knouts so that they may learn not to let themselves be whipped, to strip himself of every scruple in the name of a higher scrupulousness, and to challenge the hatred of mankind because of his love for it--an abstract and geometric love.
Arthur Koestler
The elegance of a mathematical theorem is directly proportional to the number of independent ideas one can see in the theorem and inversely proportional to the effort it takes to see them.
George Pólya
We seldom consider how much of our lives we must render in return for some object we barely want, seldom need, buy only because it was put before us...And this is understandable given the workings of our system where without a job we perish, where if we don't want a job and are happy to get by we are labeled irresponsible, non-contributing leeches on society. But if we hire a fleet of bulldozers, tear up half the countryside and build some monstrous factory, casino or mall, we are called entrepreneurs, job-creators, stalwarts of the community. Maybe we should all be shut away on some planet for the insane. Then again, maybe that is where we are.
Ferenc Máté
The threats that resurfaced in the past 10 years were not an aberration. Al Qaeda and terrorism or one such threat, but it was actually not the most serious threat that the United States faced. The president can and should speak of foreseeing an era in which these threats don't exist, but you must not believe his own rhetoric. To the contrary, he must gradually ease the country away from the idea that threats to imperial power will ever subside, then l lead it to an understanding that these threats are the price Americans pay for the wealth and power they hold.
George Friedman
When and why do we attribute a person's behavior to brain disease, and when and why do we not do so? Briefly, the answer is that we often attribute bad behavior to disease (to excuse the agent);never attribute good behavior to disease (lest we deprive the agent of credit); and typically attribute good behavior to free will and insist bad behavior called mental illness is a "no fault" act of nature.
Thomas Szasz
Outrage steamed her brain. "I've waited three days... Do you know what day it is?"tHe gave a one-sided shrug, his massive shoulder muscles shifting. "Who has time to check the calendar when people are shooting at you and snakes are biting you in the ass?
Dana Marton
No matter what her father wanted, no way was Clara going to partner up with Light Walker. He'd suggested a tarantula for a snack, for heaven's sake.tThe were never, ever, ever going to work together.
Dana Marton
She had the soft presence of a fish hook in the eye.
Dana Marton
Ah, you're warming up to me. You know what comes next."t"Bitter disappointment?" she deadpanned.
Dana Marton
Where did you grow up?"tHe wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Who says I've grown up?
Dana Marton
... Mr Jellyband was indeed a typical rural John Bull of those days --- the days when our prejudiced insularity was at its height, when to an Englishman, be he lord, yeoman, or peasant, the whole of the continent of Europe was a den of immorality and the rest of the world an unexploited land of savages and cannibals.
Emmuska Orczy