Rogues Quotes

“She swore vengeance on all men with dark hearts.”
― Lisa Papademetriou, Siren's Storm

“I'll send a boy round to [the crazy farmer] Martin's and ask him to come by with a couple bottles."
"Get five or six," Bast said. "It's getting cold at night. Winter's coming."
The innkeeper smiled. "I'm sure Martin will be flattered.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, Rogues

“All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they're a mighty ornery lot. It's the way they're raised.”
― Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

“Yes, there are in me the makings of a very fine loafer, and also of a pretty spry sort of fellow. I often think of those lines of old Goethe: 'Schade, daß die Natur nur einen Menschen aus dir schuf; Denn zum würdigen Mann war und zum Schelmen der Stoff.'”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Sign of Four

“Tuatha De do not walk the human realm alone. Actually, they don't walk alone much anywhere. Only the occasional rogue Fae will do so."
"Like yourself?"
"Yes Most of my kind have no fondness for solitude. Those who walk alone are not to be trusted."
"Really," she said dryly.
"Except for me," he amended, with a faint, insouciant grin.”
― Karen Marie Moning, The Immortal Highlander

“...the good never suspect others of perpetrating wicked deeds which they themselves are incapable of committing. That is why they are so easily duped by the first rogue who sinks his claws into them, and why it is so easy and so despicable to trick them.”
― Marquis de Sade, The Crimes of Love

“Discord is a better shield than steel.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Realm Breaker

“Dominica looked at him indignantly. He was abominable, and to matters the more insupportable he had a smile that set a poor maid's heart in a flutter.”
― Georgette Heyer, Beauvallet

“I do not know how the English ladies can bear with you, señor.’

He looked merrily down at her. ‘Why, I have not called upon them to bear with me, señora.’

She faced him suddenly. ‘You will scarce have me believe you have not trifled often and often!’ she said hotly. ‘No doubt ye deem women of small account!’

‘I do not neem you of small account, child.’

She smiled disdainfully. ‘You are mightily apt. Do you use this manner with the English ladies, pray?’

‘Nay, sweetheart, this is the manner I use,’ Sir Nicholas answered, and promptly kissed her.”
― Georgette Heyer, Beauvallet

“Ah, if there were a man brave enough to dare so much for love--!’

‘He stands before you. What will you give him?’

She got up, a hand at her bosom. ‘If he dares so much—I should have to give—myself, señor.’

‘Remember that promise!’ he warned her. ‘You shall be called upon to redeem it before a year is out.’

She looked fearfully at him. ‘But how? how?’

‘Dear heart,’ said Beauvallet frankly, ‘I do not know, but I shall certainly find a way.”
― Georgette Heyer, Beauvallet

“Don’t it s’prise you de way dem kings carries on, Huck?”

“No,” I says, “it don’t.”

“Why don’t it, Huck?”

“Well, it don’t, because it’s in the breed. I reckon they’re all alike.”

“But, Huck, dese kings o’ ourn is reglar rapscallions; dat’s jist what dey is; dey’s reglar rapscallions.”

“Well, that’s what I’m a-saying; all kings is mostly rapscallions, as fur as I can make out.”
― Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

“Dominica looked at him indignantly. He was abominable, and to make matters the more insupportable he had a smile that set a poor maid's heart in a flutter.”
― Georgette Heyer, Beauvallet

“Lady, you called me a mocker, but for once I do not jest. Hear my solemn promise! I will make you an Englishwoman before a year is gone by. And so seal my bond.' He bent his handsome head quickly, and kissed her lips before she could stop him.”
― Georgette Heyer, Beauvallet

“I do not know how the English ladies can bear with you, señor.’

He looked merrily down at her. ‘Why, I have not called upon them to bear with me, señora.’

She faced him suddenly. ‘You will scarce have me believe you have not trifled often and often!’ she said hotly. ‘No doubt ye deem women of small account!’

‘I do not deem you of small account, child.’

She smiled disdainfully. ‘You are mightily apt. Do you use this manner with the English ladies, pray?’

‘Nay, sweetheart, this is the manner I use,’ Sir Nicholas answered, and promptly kissed her.”
― Georgette Heyer