Duchess Nicole > Books: epic‎ (15)

"When I look at you, I can tell you want to give Marguerite happiness. But I want you to consider carefully that she may have found peace and sacri

"When I look at you, I can tell you want to give Marguerite happiness. But I want you to consider carefully that she may have found peace and sacrificed happiness for it. As I said, that may be the best she can do..."

"Could she survive reinvention? Redefinition of herself? Did she want Tyler that much? Did she even have a choice?"

"He felt her fragility, a woman afraid to call herself his. Even more afraid to claim him as her own, because she'd never had anything she'd loved endure, anything she could keep.
In that brief moment of understanding, he grasped why she'd needed to see his vulnerability, a woman's odd way of knowing a man truly needed her.
If she only knew. He couldn't imagine breathing without her."

"She's mine." His expression hardened. "And I'll take care of her."

"For it is through others that we know ourselves."
Marguerite closed her eyes. "That's what he's done. He held a mirror up in front of me. It's me, but it's not the me I thought it was. He loves me. I know nothing about love except the pain of losing it."

"LOVE IS FOUND IN STILLNESS. IT IS THE SPACE BETWEEN OBJECTS."

““I don't l

““I don't like you, Park," she said, sounding for a second like she actually meant it. "I..." - her voice nearly disappeared - "think I live for you."
He closed his eyes and pressed his head back into his pillow.
"I don't think I even breathe when we're not together," she whispered. "Which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?"
He was quiet. He wanted everything she'd just said to be the last thing he heard. He wanted to fall asleep with 'I want you' in his ears.”

“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”

“ “My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.” ”

“Nothing was dirty. With Park.
Nothing could be shameful.
Because Park was the sun, and that was the only way Eleanor could think to explain it.”

"I like a bitch in heat"

"Bodies locked in melting delirium, the world was theirs, the universe within.
No wine or roses or gifts of precious jewels, no aphrodisiacs or passionate poetry, no coy preambles or elegant repartee. Only feeling. A naked, blind spark between two diametrically different people inciting a frightening longing as intense, as mutual as their joined bodies. It had happened to the both, without warning, a wild, rushing torrent sweeping everything aside in a spare, firelit cabin on a pine-covered mountain range three thousand feet above sea level"

"Hazard, sitting awake, staring into the darkness and listening to the even breathing of the woman he loved, wondered how long there would still be choices for his people before a generation would come born into captivity. And then a weariness would assail him, a seasoned warrior born too late. too late to live his life out in the old ways. Too late to stop the inexorable tides of civilization. Too late to know the peace of his father in a land dark with buffalo and plenty?"

"Our belief is often strongest when it should be weakest. That is the nature of hope."

"The beatings almost didn't hurt any more, for Reen's frequent abuses had left Vin resilient, while at he same time teaching her how to look pathetic and broken. In a way, the beatings were self-defeating. Bruises and welts mended, but each new lasing left Vin more hardened. Stronger..."

"People," Marsh said. "People who were just trying to do the best with what life gave them."
"Well, I'm just doing the same thing," Kelsier said. "And fortunately, life gave me the ability to push meant like them off the tops of buildings."

"You ask why I smile, Goodman Mennis? Well, the Lord Ruler thinks he has claimed laughter and joy for himself. I'm disinclined to let him do so. This is one battle that doesn't take much effort to fight."

"Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone.
I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.
I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done."

"You're no verra sensible, Sassenach, but I like ye fine."

"Ye need not be scairt of me," he said softly. "Nor of anyone here, so long as I'm with ye."