Series Quotes - Page 3

And the more he gazed at her, the more he felt a twinge of something he couldn’t quite describe, an unknown surge that bubbled inside him from the first moment he’d caught sight of her, and it wouldn’t release him.

He would give up his wings and heaven for her, a woman he loved but would never truly belong to him, a woman he could never keep. He’d fall and be banished from the only home he’d ever known, but he could never give her up. He’d keep her, enjoy her and love her as long as he could.

So these are the fresh meat, eh?” Zuko smirked. I cringed when he said fresh meat. How demeaning. “Well, I don’t know how well all of you can fight. So I’ll find out the quickest and simplest way.” He raised a scarred arm and pointed it at all of us, “ATTACK THE FRESH MEAT!

Without thinking, I step a little closer, reaching out slowly to slide a fingertip over the largest petal of the lily tattoo on her lower back. Instantly a vibration moves up my arm, and I swear the mark on my hand burns against my skin.I clench my fingers into a fist, but I don’t step away.“Did you feel that?” she asks.I shake my head. “I don’t know.” I feel so much, always so much.She takes my hand and brings it to her side again, resting it on the violets. I look at thepurple flowers between my fingers and feel the heat of her skin, the way it slides beneath my palm, soft as silk. And that vibration moves through my arm again.Her breath quickens.I find myself moving closer as her blue eyes go wide with wonder. My heart stutters and my chest aches with some unknown need.“Are you doing this?” I ask. Is she making me want this?“No,” she breathes. The smell of her turns to spice, sharp and warm, and I know I’m sensing her now, even through the block in the house.We stand like that for an eternity, still as statues on the outside, but inside I’m running, running toward a place I’ve never been. I should be terrified. But all I feel is strength. Rightness.And then Kara moves, her hands skimming up my chest, testing the boundaries. Her palms slide to my shoulders, her fingers tracing the line of the muscles in my arms, down to my waist. She grips my shirt, stretching it a little, waiting for me to tell her to stop. But I watch her lift it, let her pull it up, raising my arms, and I even take the last of it off myself, dropping it to the floor.We breathe, staring at each other.The vibrations move between us. My left arm buzzes with them. I think she’s doing it. Whatever’s happening, it’s her.I reach up and brush my marked knuckles across her cheek, amazed at the feel of her, the way her eyes seem to see everything, the way she pulls me into her. I can’t seem to remember why I shouldn’t kiss her. And kiss her. And . . .I kiss her, taking her face in both hands, skimming my thumb over her jaw as she leans into the touch, reaching out to curl her fingers around the back of my neck. I have to remind myself to breathe. I need more of her. The emotions roll over me in a rush, a tangle of sensation and movement, heat and sugar and heady aromas.I grip her tighter.Her nails dig into my shoulders. My hands slide down her spine. The kiss deepens, goes on forever, until I can barely see sense. I explore her shape, the feel of her ribs, the textures and taste of her skin on my tongue as I kiss her neck, her shoulders, her chest. As I draw trembling gasps from her lips, she grips me so hard it hurts.Our bodies mesh. Our breath mingles in frenzied desperation. Nothing else exists except her. Her warmth. Her spice. Her.

Rachel A. Marks

But remember: what belongs to the sea will always return to the sea.--Nereid

Perhaps great fiction is in reality, deep hidden truths.

She imagined him leaning against the shuttle, entertaining thoughts of scolding her for dressing like a ragged commoner. Never mind that her present outfit was light years ahead in comfort.(Actually, he’s wishing he had been less critical of you earlier. He feels bad that you won’t acknowledge his presence, and he blames himself.)(Quit it, Ian. I’m not going to feel sorry for him.)She caught her protector’s shrewd grin, highlighted by the fire’s glow. (You already do, Queenie.)(This talent of yours is really annoying.)He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “That’s not what you thought earlier when you wanted to get ahold of Efren.” “One tiny rosebud in a handful of thorns,” she retorted.

Richelle E. Goodrich

Violence always leads to pain" Trendal Malian- Ishtaria: Prince of Blades

But—" yelped Twizbang, “Greydor will eat us!

You won't find the tales I bear in any books . . . My tales are from the Moon Realm.” —Ebb Autumn

Odd names: Winter, Autumn—they almost sound as if someone just made them up.” —Dubb

Tavin cupped his hands to his mouth. “Here, dragon-dragon-dragon!” he yelled.Lily stared in amazement. Well, that was bold, she thought, and stupid.

Some people are just sad when there aren't talking squirrels.” —Lily Winter

You really saw some?" Liz said an hour later. Sure, we had the stereo blaring and the shower running, but Liz still whispered, "They really...exist?" "Liz," I whispered back, "they're not unicorns." "No," Bex said flatly, "they're boys. And they're...good.

The amount of books or films or series which are you going to watch doesn't matter as far as long you understand all of them and keep track of all them.

Ending a series is a difficult one .......where should a story that you have followed for so long end? When do you step away from the characters and let the readers decide their fate from there? When they can stand on their own is my only answer for that.

Shandy L. Kurth

Stop smiling as if I’ve been acquainted with you for ages!

Olga Goa

Everyone thinks to the extent of their own depravity.

Olga Goa

If you were three times poor, I would still have paid attention to you and fell head over heels in love with you.

Olga Goa

I need only you, Milano, not your money.

Olga Goa

It's just like in a Brazilian serial! Destiny has brought us together.

Olga Goa

I'm afraid that if we move on to such topics, I won't be able to let you go safe and sound.

Olga Goa

And you haven’t got a ‘pause’ button, have you? You are just uncontrollable!

Olga Goa

I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay.

Olga Goa

A brave girl! And a unique one. The best that I have ever met in my life.

Olga Goa

You're very naive and innocent, and don't understand a lot of things yet.

Olga Goa

I swear I won't touch you even with a finger until you ask me yourself.

Olga Goa

Don't be shy, dear. I'm too old for you to be embarrassed by me.

Olga Goa

The words of men cannot be trusted, especially men like you!

Olga Goa

If you go on touching me, I’ll catch fire before your eyes.

Olga Goa

I cannot believe that you're still a girl. Your kisses don’t seem that innocent. They are driving me crazy.

Olga Goa

I’m giving pleasure to you. Don’t interfere.

Olga Goa

Forget everything that surrounds you. Think that there’s just you and me in this wide world.

Olga Goa

I think the word ‘pleasure’ is unknown to you. More precisely, its practical meaning.

Olga Goa

You are like a narcotic plant.

Olga Goa

If your parents left you, it doesn’t mean that other people will also do it to you.

Olga Goa

Scusi mia bella*, but it runs in the blood of all Italians to be skillful lovers. So you have to get used to this.

Olga Goa

You can't push me away, mio cuore. You can't!

Olga Goa

Wow. This has been such a scorching series. Two hawt alpha males. One southern Texan. A recipe for lot of entertainment. - Jamie Leigh

If you read Scarlett Avery, you know it's an awesome read! - Mary Johnston

She had no time for sleep, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders. And she feared to dream. Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.

George R.R. Martin

It doesn’t matter what’s wrong with him. We’re not going to act like he doesn’t exist. Not anymore.

Perhaps I was being picky, but I really didn’t think being able to spell orgasm without being spotted a vowel was asking too much.

Hurricanes couldn’t remove you from my mind. You’re my world and I’m incapable of not loving you.

Billie-Jo Williams

Nothing is forever. Except atoms.

Anya looked upon Nin admirably. Having him as a partner-in-crime—if only on this one occasion, which she hoped would only be the start of something more—was more revitalizing than the cheap thrills of a cookie-cutter shallow, superficial romance, where the top priority was how beautiful a person was on the outside.

The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.