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  • #1
    Thomas Hardy
    “A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.”
    Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles: Classic Collection

  • #2
    Charles Dickens
    “Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love her, love her, love her!”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #3
    Charles Dickens
    “I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #4
    Charles Dickens
    “In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #5
    Charles Dickens
    “We need never be ashamed of our tears.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #6
    Charles Dickens
    “Ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #7
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #8
    Charlotte Brontë
    “No sight so sad as that of a naughty child," he began, "especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?"

    "They go to hell," was my ready and orthodox answer.

    "And what is hell? Can you tell me that?"

    "A pit full of fire."

    "And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?"

    "No, sir."

    "What must you do to avoid it?"

    I deliberated a moment: my answer, when it did come was objectionable: "I must keep in good health and not die.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #9
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Reader, I married him.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #10
    Richelle Mead
    “I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.”
    Richelle Mead, Blood Promise

  • #11
    Richelle Mead
    “Do you think I'm pretty?
    I think you're beautiful
    Beautiful?
    You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.”
    Richelle Mead, Vampire Academy

  • #12
    Richelle Mead
    “The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.”
    Richelle Mead, Vampire Academy

  • #13
    Richelle Mead
    “Ah, my daughter,ʺ he said. ʺEighteen, and already youʹve been accused of murder, aided felons, and acquired a death count higher than most guardians will ever see.ʺ He paused. ʺI couldnʹt be prouder.”
    Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

  • #14
    Richelle Mead
    “Did you see that dress?” "I saw the dress.” "Did you like it?” He didn't answer. I took that as a yes. "Am I going to endanger my reputation if I wear it to the dance?” When he spoke, I could barely hear him. "You'll endanger the school.” I smiled and fell asleep.”
    Richelle Mead, Vampire Academy

  • #15
    Richelle Mead
    “what's your name?"
    what?" i asked, squinting at the light.
    your name." I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me.
    you know my name."
    I want you to tell me."
    Rose. Rose Hathaway."
    Do you know your birthday?"
    Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?"
    Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off, taking the annoying light with her. "I think she's fine,”
    Richelle Mead, Frostbite

  • #16
    Richelle Mead
    “I set off, off to kill the man I love.”
    Richelle Mead, Shadow Kiss

  • #17
    Richelle Mead
    “He has no right to threaten my boyfriends. I'm eighteen. An adult. I don't need his help. I can threaten my boyfriends myself.”
    Richelle Mead, Spirit Bound

  • #18
    Richelle Mead
    “You…you got rid of that dress fast," I pointed out between heavy breaths. "I thought you liked it."
    "I do like it," he said. His breathing was as heavy as mine. "I love it."
    And then he took me to the bed.”
    Richelle Mead, Vampire Academy

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you."
    "Who's Magnus?" Max inquired.
    "He's a warlock," said Alec.
    "A sexy, sexy warlock," Isabelle told Max, ignoring Alec's look of total fury.
    "But warlocks are bad," protested Max, looking baffled.
    "Exactly," said Isabelle.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “Isabelle drifted over, Jace a pace behind her. She was wearing a long black dress with boots and an even longer cutaway coat of soft green velvet, the color of moss. "I can't believe you did it!" she exclaimed. "How did you get Magnus to let Jace leave?"
    "Traded him for Alec," Clary said.
    Isabelle looked mildly alarmed. "Not permanently?"
    "No," said Jace. "Just for a few hours. Unless I don't come back," he added thoughtfully. "In which case, maybe he does get to keep Alec. Think of it as a lease with an option to buy."
    Isabelle looked dubious. "Mom and Dad won't be pleased if they find out."
    "That you freed a possible criminal by trading away your brother to a warlock who looks like a gay Sonic the Hedgehog and dresses like the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?" Simon inquired. "No, probably not.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “But-" Maia, still looking at Alec and Magnus, broke off and rasied her eyebrows. Simon turned to see what she was looking at - and stared.
    Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him full on the mouth. Magnus, who appeared to be in a state of shock, stood frozen. Several groups of people - Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike - were staring and whispering. Glancing to the side, Simon saw the Lightwoods, their eyes widen, gaping at the display. Maryse had her hand over her mouth.
    Maia looked perplexed. "Wait a second," she said. "Do we all have to do that, too?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “Even the Inquisitor's eyebrows shot up when Magnus strode through the gate. The High Warlock was wearing black leather pants, a belt with a buckle in the shape of a jeweled M, and a cobalt-blue Prussian military jacket open over a white lace shirt. He shimmered with layers of glitter. His gaze rested for a moment on Alec's face with amusement and a hint of something else before moving on to Jace, prone on the ground.
    "Is he dead?" he inquired. "He looks dead."
    "No," snapped Maryse. "He's not dead."
    "Have you checked? I could kick him if you want." Magnus moved toward Jace.
    "Stop that!" the Inquisitor snapped, sounding like Clary's third-grade teacher demanding that she stop doodling on her desk with a marker.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “You never called me back," he said. "I called you so many times and you never called me back."
    Magnus looked at Alec as if he'd lost his mind. "Your city is under attack," he said. "The wards have been broken, and the streets are full of demons. And you want to know why I haven't called you?"
    Alec set his jaw in a stubborn line. "I want to know why you haven't called me back."
    Magnus threw his hands up in the air in a gesture of utter exasperation. Alec noted with interest that when he did it, a few sparks escaped from his fingertips, like fireflies escaping from a jar. "You're an idiot."
    "Is that why you haven't called me? Because I'm an idiot?"
    "No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do."
    "You love me?"
    "You stupid Nephilim," Magnus said patiently. "Why else am I here? Why else would I have spent the past few weeks patching up all your moronic friends every time they got hurt? And getting you out of every ridiculous situation you found yourself in? Not to mention helping you win a battle against Valentine. And all completely free of charge!”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #24
    Cassandra Clare
    “We're not dating," Alec said again.
    "Oh?" Magnus said. "So you're just that friendly with everybody, is that it?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “Isabelle snorted. 'All the boys are gay. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you, Simon.'
    'You noticed' said Simon.

    'I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,' added Magnus.

    'Please never say those words in front of my parents,' said Alec. 'Especially my father.'

    'I thought your parents were okay with you, you know, coming out,' Simon said, leaning around Isabelle to look at Alec, who was — as he often was — scowling, and pushing his floppy dark hair out of his eyes. Aside from the occasional exchange, Simon had never talked to Alec much. He wasn’t an easy person to get to know. But, Simon admitted to himself, his own recent estrangement from his mother made him more curious about Alec’s answer than he would have been otherwise.

    'My mother seems to have accepted it,' Alec said. 'But my father — no, not really. Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay.'

    Simon felt Isabelle tense next to him. 'Turned you gay?' She sounded incredulous. 'Alec, you didn’t tell me that.'

    'I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider,' said Simon.

    Magnus snorted; Isabelle looked confused. 'I’ve read Magnus’s stash of comics,' said Alec, 'so I actually know what you’re talking about' A small smile played around his mouth. 'So would that give me the proportional gayness of a spider?'

    'Only if it was a really gay spider,' said Magnus, and he yelled as Alec punched him in the arm. 'Ow, okay, never mind.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “Simon rolled his eyes. “It’s a good thing we know the person who’s dating Magnus Bane,” he said. “Otherwise, I get the feeling we’d all just lie around all the time wondering what the hell to do next. Or trying to raise the money to hire him by selling lemonade or something.”
    Alec looked merely irritated by this comment. “The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “You’re here!” Isabelle danced up to them in delight, carrying a glass of fuchsia liquid, which she thrust at Clary. “Have some of this!”
    Clary squinted at it. “Is it going to turn me into a rodent?”
    “Where is the trust? I think it’s strawberry juice,” Isabelle said. “Anyways, it’s yummy. Jace?” She offered him the glass.
    “I am a man,” he told her, “and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.”
    “Brown?” Isabelle made a face.
    “Brown is a manly color,” said Jace, and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle’s hair with his free hand. “In fact, look – Alec is wearing it.”
    Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. “It was black,” he said. “But then it faded.”
    “You could dress it up with a sequined headband,” Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. “Just a thought.”
    “Resist the urge, Alec.” Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. “You’ll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.”
    “There are worse things,” Magnus observed.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #28
    Rick Riordan
    “With great power... comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.”
    Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

  • #29
    Rick Riordan
    “For a long time,’ Nico said, ‘I had a crush on you. I just wanted you to know.’ Percy looked at Nico. Then at Annabeth, as if to check that he’d heard correctly. Then back at Nico.

    ‘You –’

    ‘Yeah,’ Nico said. ‘You’re a great person. But I’m over that. I’m happy for you guys.’

    ‘You … so you mean –’

    ‘Right.’

    Annabeth’s grey eyes started to sparkle. She gave Nico a sideways smile.

    ‘Wait,’ Percy said. ‘So you mean –’

    ‘Right,’ Nico said again. ‘But it’s cool. We’re cool. I mean, I see now … you’re cute, but you’re not my type.’

    ‘I’m not your type … Wait. So –’

    ‘See you around, Percy,’ Nico said.”
    Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

  • #30
    Rick Riordan
    “I … what? Why would you want a son of Hades in the same room with people you’re trying to heal? Why would anyone want that?’
    ‘You can’t help out a friend? Maybe cut bandages? Bring me a soda or a snack? Or just a simple How’s it going, Will? You don’t think I could stand to see a friendly face?’
    ‘What … my face?’
    The words simply didn’t make sense together: Friendly face. Nico di Angelo.”
    Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus



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