Daniel Eriquez > Daniel's Quotes

“The girl flinched, even lying down. Mary continued through gritted teeth. “Murder can’t be walked away from. Just like you can’t walk away from Viktor. He’ll find you if you run. Richard can’t protect you if Viktor believes you have his babies.”
― Susan Rowland, Murder on Family Grounds

“Rachael, I don’t think this is a very good idea.” Adam tried to protest and break away, but it was too late. She had a good hold on him by now, and he was going nowhere.
“Not bad for a little man like you,” she said. “There seems to be something different about you lately.” Rachael smiled.”
― Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

“When a stupid man is doing something he is ashamed of, he always declares that it is his duty.”
― George Bernard Shaw, Caesar and Cleopatra

“We all have a secret wound which we are fighting to avenge.”
― Italo Calvino, The Path to the Spiders' Nests

“I woke to the sound of rain.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“We fucked a flame into being.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

“We truly are ripples on the lake. However, unlike the water’s ripples, the ripples of life don’t end in death. They carry on in everyone we touch, even if we can’t see it. They echo for eternity, and, in that way, we truly are immortal.”
― Ammar Habib, The Orphans of Kashmir

“For a long while we just stood there, looking down at the profound and fleshless grin. The body had apparently once lain in the attitude of an embrace, but now the long sleep that outlasts love, that conquers even the
grimace of love, had cuckolded him. What was left of him, rotted beneath what was left of the nightshirt, had become inextricable from the bed in which he lay; and upon him and upon the pillow beside him lay that even coating of the patient and biding dust.
Then we noticed that in the second pillow was the indentation of a head. One of us lifted something from it, and leaning forward, that faint and invisible dust dry and acrid in the nostrils, we saw a long strand of iron-grey hair.”
― William Faulkner, A Rose for Emily and Other Stories

“A memory can be banished, even indefinitely, deported from consciousness by the relentless everydayness of running a successful magazine, mothering a son, and burying a husband. A human being, though, is a different thing entirely.”
― Chris Cleave, Little Bee

“In order to write about life first you must live it.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife.”
― Cornelia Funke, Inkspell

“His skin was a pretty colour, it made me jealous.
Jacob noticed my scrutiny.
What?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious.
"Nothing. I just hadn't realised before. Did you know, you're sort of beautiful?"
Once the words slipped out, I worried that he might take my implusive observation the wrong way.
But Jacob rolled his eyes. "You hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?"
"I'm serious."
Well, then, thanks. Sort of."
I grinned. "You're sort of welcome.”
― Stephenie Meyer, New Moon

“Love is different from most things. If I gave my piece of chalk to someone, then I wouldn't have it anymore. But when I give my love to someone, I end up with more love than I started with. The more love you give away, the more you have left.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School Is Falling Down