Shay Neece > Shay's Quotes

“The sunset bled into the edges of the village. Smoke curled out of the cottage chimney like a crooked finger.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“Fringe winds from Hurricane Lori rushed in, carrying dust and debris. It blew through the highceilinged, chandeliered lobby and back into the wide open doors of the elegant and intimate dining room. White linen tablecloths fluttered and napkins flew in the air, sending plates and silverware crashing to the floor.”
― Behcet Kaya, Murder on the Naval Base

“You don’t think he’s our man?” asked Adam. It occurred to him that Ramsbottom was not exactly forthcoming with information.
“I didn’t say that,” Ramsbottom said. “In fact he is behaving very cautiously indeed, which makes me feel very suspicious.”
“He has probably figured out that you are following him,” said Adam. “One can hardly fail to notice you hanging around all the time.”
“That may be so,” said Ramsbottom.
“Can’t you get a disguise or something?” asked Adam. “So he does not recognise you.”
― Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

“She is an able negotiator and a strong ally." Pickering said, as his eyes caressed her lovely face.  He noticed both her arms were wrapped tightly around Victor's, and that she looked up at him with such commitment that it made his cynical view of love soften.  Reminding him bittersweetly of how he had felt once, a very long time ago.”
― Barbara Sontheimer, Victor's Blessing

“Elizabeth felt as if every cell in her body was aflame with desire.”
― Patricia D'Arcy Laughlin, Sacrifices Beyond Kingdoms: A Provocative Romance Torn Between Continents and Cultures

“But  Phidias was better than most men since he made beautiful sculptures. He was even making one of her—well, he called it “Athena,” but anyone could see it looked like her.”
― Yvonne Korshak, Pericles and Aspasia: A Story of Ancient Greece

“To you, the beautiful human in you, who, like everybody else on this planet, is on an everyday struggle to love and be loved. I hope you find the love, happiness, and enlightenment you have been looking for, in you, in your backyard, in your wretched little neighborhood.”
― Merlin Franco, Saint Richard Parker

“Love is a strange fact-it hopes all things, believes all things, endures all things. It makes no since at all.”
― Leif Enger, So Brave, Young, and Handsome

“But she had felt since childhod that her life would n ot be ordinary. A moment would come- she would know it when she saw it- and everything would change.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“But love was always something heavy for me. Something I had to carry.”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“I mean, it's one thing to wanna do something. It's another to think it's possible. Rapping has been my dream forever, but dreams aren't real. You wake up from them or reality makes them seem stupid. Trust, every time my fridge is almost empty, all of my dreams seem stupid.”
― Angie Thomas, On the Come Up

“To jest dzika ziemia, kraj, który sam wybrałem,
W nim szorstka, skalna góra, wielkie wrzosowisko.
Rzadko na pustych polach tych głos jakiś słychać,
Chyba głos zimnej wody, co gdzieniegdzie płynie
Przez skały i wrzos wiotki rosnący w pustkowiu.
Mysz tędy przebiegnie ni ptak nie przeleci,
Bojąc się myszołowa, co po niebie płynie.

Szybuje tam i krąży, kołysząc skrzydłami,
Królestwo swe szerokie bystrym mierzy okiem,
Łowi drżenie niewielkich ukrytych żyjątek,
Rozdziera na kawałki i zrzuca je z nieba;
Tkliwości i litości serce nie dopuszcza,
Tam gdzie woda i skała tylko są pokarmem -
Życie niełatwe, strachu jest pełne i wstrząsów.

Czas nigdy nie wędrował do tego odludzia,
Wrzos i czarne bażyny kwitną po terminie,
Skały sterczą, strumyki spływają śpiewając,
O to, czy pora wczesna, czy późna, nie dbają;
Niebo płynie nad głową, błękitne lub szare;
Zimę poznałbyś po tym, że śniegiem zacina,
Gdyby nie to, że czerwiec jej zbroi się ima.

Jednak to moja ziemia, najbardziej ją kocham,
Pierwszy kraj, jaki powstał z Potopu, Chaosu;
Nie ma w nim żadnych dolin miłych dla popasu,
Nie ma podkutych koni, krwią nie był kupiony.
Kraj odwieczny - pagórki są w nim fortecami
Dla półbogów, gdy kroczą po ziemi, strach siejąc
Wśród tłumu tłustych mieszczan w odległych dolinach.”
― Robert Graves

“قد أختلف معك في الراي ولكني مستعد ان ادفع حياتي ثمنا لحقك في التعبير عن رأيك .”
― فولتير