Isel > Isel's Quotes

“It's like learning to ride a unicorn. You never forget.”
― Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl

“All human wisdom is contained in these two words - Wait and Hope”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“Relearn astonishment.”
― Elias Canetti

“Nobody said not to go.”
― Emily Hahn

“She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what.”
― Kate Chopin

“Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“Never throw the first punch. If you have to throw the second, try to make sure they don't get up for a third.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Steelheart

“Sometimes, son," my father said, prying my fingers free, "you have to help the heroes along.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Steelheart

“I know, better than anyone else, that there are no heroes coming to save us. There are no good Epics. None of them protect us. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Steelheart

“The more this guy talked, the more he sounded like a fortune cookie.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“You're really a blond," she said, her tone just short of accusatory.
"And if you tell anyone, I will come to you in the night and smote your everlasting soul.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“His eyes remained on Isobel as he began a slow backward walk. He was doing it again, speaking to her with his eyes. She remained trapped in his stare, trying to hear him, to read the underlying message. Finally his gaze broke from hers and he turned away, walking off through the cafeteria doors.

There was a pause before Gwen spoke. "Let me guess," she said. "Right now, you're trying to decide if that was hot or annoying." She paused, as though formulating her own opinion.... "It was so totally hot.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“So." [Isobel] cleared her throat. "What are we doing?"

"We," [Varen] said at last, "are doing a project on Poe."

"Didn't he marry his cousin or something?"

"The man is a literary god and that's all you have to say?”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Just because I wear black and keep a private journal, that doesn't mean I'm going to blow up the school. Or terrorize mindless cheerleaders, for that matter.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“You're a dream. Like everything else.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Wasn't he the one who sliced off his ear and mailed it to his girlfriend?"

"Van Gogh," said Varen, in a monotone that suggested he might be in pain.

"Van Gogh," Gwen said, leaning away, waving the apple. "Edgar Allan Poe. Close enough!”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“In love. In love with the stoic, the sullen, the eternally morose Varen Nethers?
He would never allow it.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“When there is no way, you must make a way.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“He smiled like he couldn't help it. She couldn't believe it. He was actally smiling, teeth and all. Had she ever seen him smile before? No, she realized, because right now, it was such a jarring thing to witness that for a moment it felt as though she was sharing the car with a stranger.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“I'll come back to get you, too, okay?"

"Why?" he snapped.

"Because," she said with a gasp, unable to fathom the source of his question, or his tone. "Because I love you, that's why.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Isobel's head popped up. "What does 'sagacious' mean?"

"Sagacious," he said, writing, "adjective describing someone in possession of acute mental faculties. Also describing one who might, in a bookstore, think to get up and locate an actual dictionary instead of asking a billion questions.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“At last he stopped, and she stared down at the printed column of words, unable to comprehend a single one. His hand, warm and steady, wound its way around hers, wrapping it like a spider would its prey. She surrendered it to him, unable to watch even as his thumb traced the place, just above her knuckles, where he had once written his number in deep violet. Isobel ceased to breathe. Her heart pounded in her chest, her thoughts shattering into senseless fragments. All the while, her eyes remained trained and unblinking on the open page. Lines without meaning stared up at her, little more than black sticks in an otherwise white world.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Danny, give me the phone." Isobel thrust her hand out for the receiver. "And you can forget the five bucks."

"I was gonna charge you three-fifty anyway," he said, holding the phone just out of reach. "He knew he hadn't dialed the wrong number, so I had to tell him you were on the crapper.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Gwen," he said in acknowledgement.

"Your darkness-ship," she returned with a bow.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“He turned his head and caught her with his eyes. She froze, locked by the intensity of his stare. His eyes were stark and cold, the concentrated green of pale jade. Outlined in smudged black kohl, those eyes focused on her, unblinking through the feathery strands of his jet black hair, and it was like being watched through a cage by a complacent and calculating cat.

Discomfort welled in her, thick and black as an oil spring. Who was this guy and what was his royal problem? Her gaze flicked briefly to the small metal loop that hugged one corner of his bottom lip.

He blinked once, then slowly lifted one hand and crooked a beckoning finger at her. Isobel hesitated but then as though spellbound to obey, she found herself leaning in.

“What are you staring at?” he whispered.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Please welcome Professor Varen Nethers, famous depressed dead poets historian and author of the bestselling books Unlocking your Poe-tential: A Writer's Guide, and Mo Poe Fo Yo: When You Just Can't Get Enough.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“She glanced down at the contents of her plate. Just tell him what it is. Simple. Look at it and say what it is. "Sloppy Joe," she managed.

"Hmm," he said, sounding doubtful. "May he rest in peace.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore