Timothy Alegi > Timothy's Quotes

“Aren’t there limits to your powers? Can you do things like read my mind?”
“I knew you were going to ask that.”
― Steve Bates, Back To You

“I thought I would give you all a taste of how caring Uhna has been to us. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do.”
― S.G. Blaise, The Last Lumenian

“apparition,”
― Vickie McKeehan, Dancing Tides

“Our DNA is coded to harmonise the frequency of the atoms we use to build ourselves. The frequencies of the subatomic particles making up the atoms are changed subtly enough to do this but not enough to change their structure. You could say throughout our development, from birth to death, our genes are composing a harmonic symphony that makes us what we are. It's what makes us individual; it's our life force, our soul.”
― D.S. Smith, Unparalleled

“Let them make the first offer. It might be higher than what I'd propose. Don't be anxious. After all, this is only the most crucial moment of your so-called life.”
― Mark M. Bello, Betrayal of Faith

“We can be beacons of light”
― Aimee Cabo Nikolov, Love is the Answer God is the Cure

“Oh, uh-uh," Shaundelle said. "I'm not gonna be no place where no ghost is gonna be knockin' nobody upside the head. I'm outta here. I'm not going to take any chances that some ghost is gonna mess up this pretty face.”
― Deborah Leblanc, Toe to Toe

“Black mail I suppose; an honest man paying through the nose for some of the capers of his youth. Black Mail House is what I call the place with the door, in consequence.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson

“Body and spirit, I surrendered whole, To harsh Instructors- and received a soul.”
― Rudyard Kipling

“Be patient with him. If the same quality did not exist in you, you wouldn’t notice it in him.”
― Robyn Mundell, Brainwalker

“Gen, with his genius for languages, was often at a loss for what to say when left with only his own words.”
― Ann Patchett, Bel Canto

“But listen! Wherever you look there's meanness and corruption. This room, this bottle of grape wine, these fruits in the basket, are all products of profit and loss. A fellow can't live without giving his passive acceptance to meanness. Somebody wears his tail to a frazzle for every mouthful we eat and every stitch we wear—and nobody seems to know. Everybody is blind, dumb, and blunt-headed—stupid and mean.' Jake”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

“because I couldn’t go to my son, hold him, and comfort him, God’s son was holding my son in his lap.”
― Todd Burpo, Heaven is for Real: A Little Boy's Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back

“I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn’t need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward. 
I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. “Do you like living in the High Lord’s kitchens?”
He, of course, replied, “No.”
“Well, we’re going to a better place.”
When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec’s cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
Malison moved beside me. “It’s a graveyard.”
“Are you afraid of ghosts?” I asked.
“My father’s a ghost,” he whispered.
I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, “Yes,” as I knew he would.  He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I’d spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined. 
Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
“Aren’t you going to show me?” Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“You shall address me as ‘My Dearest’,’ he repeated in a mocking voice, trying to copy her tone. ‘You will forget all about this conversation when you leave this room.’ It was interesting that tone; it had a sort of hypnotising ring to it.”
― Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.”
― Clement Clarke Moore, Twas the Night Before Christmas

“Even in your kindness there is a cruel revelation. Life is cruel, never love.”
― Irving Stone, The Agony and the Ecstasy

“[...] se uma coisa não é nomeada, essa coisa não é vista e não existe.”
― Eve Ensler, Vagina Warriors

“There is only one day left, always starting over: It is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre

“People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.”
― Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger

“Living the rest of your life for the glory of God will require a change in your priorities, your schedule, your relationships, and everything else.”
― Rick Warren, The Purpose Driven Life: What on Earth Am I Here For?