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“From up here, the world doesn’t seem so small and confining.”
― John Edgell, Seed of the Defiled

“Once you start liking someone, the truth is harder to see.”
― John Edgell, Seed of the Defiled

“By muck and by mud, as I see it, when we were blest we made the blessing a curse. And when we were cursed, the curse became our blessing!”
― John Edgell, Seed of the Defiled

“This tiny patch of rocky ground took up an immense amount of space in the minds of millions of people, as it had for millennia.”
― N.S. Wikarski, The Arkana Mysteries: Omnibus Three: Books 6-8

“Just a whisper in the right ear, and voila—a fresh sense of outrage to stoke a fresh conflagration.”
― N.S. Wikarski, Lucifer's Triangle

“A feeling of kinship is forged through years of shared experiences, not by biological accident.”
― N.S. Wikarski, Lucifer's Triangle

“The power to destroy life was valued far more than the power to create it, as represented by a mother goddess.”
― N.S. Wikarski, Lucifer's Triangle

“Some people are thrilled to have full control of their own lives. Others aren’t comfortable without an authority figure telling them what to do.”
― N.S. Wikarski, Lucifer's Triangle

“If the goal is to build a life of meaning and not just motion (or worse, being 'sloppy busy'), then we need to regularly assess and recalibrate how we spend the currency of life—our time.”
― Dr. James Rachor, Wealthy Soul: A Guide to a Thriving Life with Meaning, Peace and Abundance

“Are you living on Someday Island, always waiting for a breeze that never comes?”
― Dr. James Rachor, Wealthy Soul: A Guide to a Thriving Life with Meaning, Peace and Abundance

“Money is a tool, never the master. A Wealthy Soul uses money to serve God and people, not the other way around.”
― Dr. James Rachor, Wealthy Soul: A Guide to a Thriving Life with Meaning, Peace and Abundance

“It’s Lylitte, standing on a patio below, all alone, leaning on a baluster at the far end of the castle. She doesn’t notice him at first, nor does it appear she’s doing anything important, as she’s looking out over her land, the acres of pasture hemmed in by rolling ancient walls. Her hair is up, showing her neckline, her light gown revealing curves which, for him, seem to be the only thing holding the galaxy together.”
― Joseph A. Anderson, Eden 2:b

“We don’t know what you mean, my dear,” Lydia says sweetly, sitting right next to him.
Atom puts his book down and looks at Steven. “It’s the unsolved blind spot. Nothing is ever ‘in the bag.’ Look, the problem of Pre-Collapse science was that it insisted on patch jobs, like Husserl’s critique of the Surreptitious Substitution and its god-like conceit, while ignoring the absurdity of measurement bias. All scientific inquiry requires an expulsive approach in order to maintain the involvement variable. This is basic stuff.” He then leans back in his comfortable chair and continues hiding behind his book.
“The Riddler has spoken,” Hannah says, moving a bishop forward three squares.”
― Joseph A. Anderson, Eden 2:b

“He falls further into darkness. The stinging pain of daily torture and the numbing cold hardly bother him now, and he relishes the thought that soon he might disappear entirely. Then Lylitte is there in his thoughts again, and the splitting pain brings him back into this life, and again, only one thing eases the torment: winding further out of existence.”
― Joseph A. Anderson, Eden 2:b

“It has been known for centuries that it is mathematically impossible to prove everything. Human understanding will always contain truths that cannot be demonstrated only recognized.”
― Joseph A. Anderson, The Hunter and the Star Queen

“What we have learned, my dear, is that loving you and your siblings is the easiest thing in the universe and perhaps the most complex and meaningful.”
― Joseph A. Anderson, The Hunter and the Star Queen

“He didn’t need dinner slop to feed his body. He couldn’t recall ever being so filled up.”
― Nancy Mangano, Deadly Decisions

“ou look much better without those vampy spikes on your feet.” “Proper?” “Shorter.”
― Nancy Mangano, Deadly Decisions

“Your reckless streak will be your best friend or your worst enemy.”
― Nancy Mangano, Running Stop Signs

“He dropped the phone back onto its cradle, began to turn around and felt a sudden ice-cold furrow open up in his side. Strength drained from his legs, and a moment later he sank to his knees. There was warmth now that ran over the initial and persistent cold.

Mohammed was confused, and barely noticed the briefcase being removed from his grip. He heard the click of a cell phone opening, and a soft beeping as a number was dialed.

'The package is in my possession,' a female voice said, and the phone clicked shut.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

“I don't "lol". I tried it once but it just didn't agree with me.”
― R.D. Ronald

“If your world is out there and you are in here then the only things that will gather within these walls are time and bitterness. Eventually, that bitterness will eat away at you and leave nothing behind but resentment and hate.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

“The weariest nights, the longest days, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.”
― Baroness Emmuska Orczy

“We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops”
― Baroness Emmuska Orczy, The Scarlet Pimpernel

“She looks very virtuous and very melancholy."

"Virtue is like the precious odors, most fragrant when it is crushed.”
― Baroness Emma Orczy, The Scarlet Pimpernel

“Her whole body stiffened as with a great and firm resolution. This she meant to do, if God gave her wits and strength.”
― Emma Orczy

“We are homesick most for the places we have never known.”
― Carson McCullers

“First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which had lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer. So there is only one thing for the lover to do. He must house his love within himself as best he can; he must create for himself a whole new inward world — a world intense and strange, complete in himself. Let it be added here that this lover about whom we speak need not necessarily be a young man saving for a wedding ring — this lover can be man, woman, child, or indeed any human creature on this earth.

Now, the beloved can also be of any description. The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love. A man may be a doddering great-grandfather and still love only a strange girl he saw in the streets of Cheehaw one afternoon two decades past. The preacher may love a fallen woman. The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed, and given to evil habits. Yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as anyone else — but that does not affect the evolution of his love one whit. A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. A good man may be the stimulus for a love both violent and debased, or a jabbering madman may bring about in the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll. Therefore, the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.

It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.”
― carson mccullers, The Ballad of the Sad Café and Other Stories

“Wonderful music like this was the worst hurt there could be. The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

“Shoot for the moon, even if you fail, you'll land among the stars”
― Cecelia Ahern, P.S. I Love You