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“Everyone thinks that courage is about facing death without flinching. But almost anyone can do that. Almost anyone can hold their breath and not scream for as long as it takes to die.

True courage is about facing life without flinching. I don't mean the times when the right path is hard, but glorious at the end. I'm talking about enduring the boredom, the messiness, and the inconvenience of doing what is right.”
― Robin Hobb, The Mad Ship

“Amber, you could never embarrass me."

"Never?" she asked.

"Never."

"One time, I yelled across the store to Mom and asked her if she wanted the regular or the super-absorbent tampons. I added that, according to the box, the super-absorbent were for those heavy days. Then I asked her to rate her heaviness on a scale of one to ten."

"Okay, you could."

"Then while we were standing in line, I asked her why she was buying three boxes of Summer's Eve in the middle of winter."

I set her at arm's length. "Wow."

"I know, right? I had no idea a person could turn so red.”
― Darynda Jones, Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet

“Love isn't just about feeling sure of the other person, knowing what he would give up for you. It's knowing with certainty what you are willing to surrender for his sake. Make no mistake; each partner gives up something. Individual dreams are surrendered for a shared one.”
― Robin Hobb, The Mad Ship

“I can hear other things, too. Before you came around, I had no idea a man could make a girl scream like that. Reyes seems very talented.”
― Darynda Jones, Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet

“Aww, you know my verbal stingers are only poisoned with love”
― Laurie Faria Stolarz, Silver Is for Secrets

“Some changes occur suddenly like a brilliant flash of lightning striking across a dark sky. These changes are stunning, exciting but can be quickly forgotten. Other changes happen slowly, gradually, like a flower blooming in early spring, each day unfurling its petals another fraction of an inch towards the warm, nurturing sun. These changes are as inevitable as nature running its course; they’re meant to be.”
― Suzi Davis

“Some of my old memories feel trapped in amber in my brain, lucid and burning, while others are like the wing beat of a hummingbird, an intangible, ephemeral blur.”
― Mira Bartok, The Memory Palace

“Maybe time is like that insect," Blink said, "trapped beneath the crystal of your watch.”
― Brian Selznick, The Marvels

“Without asking, he moved behind her and brushed her hair over her shoulder. Drawing the necklace around her neck, he fastened the clasp. The amber felt cool against her sweltering skin. Lifting it, she rotated the pendant, watching as it caught the light. "It's lovely." Before she could change her mind, she dug into her pocket and shoved the rest of the coins into his hand.”
― Amber Argyle, Witch Song

“She wears a freedom ring in one ear, you know, the earring that Chalcedean freed-slaves must purchase and wear to prove they have been granted their freedom. I asked her once if she had bought her freedom, or if it had belonged to her mother. She was quiet for a time, and then said it was a gift from her one true love.”
― Robin Hobb, Ship of Destiny

“Moonless nights haunt me. They evoke my once carefree life when I dreamed without doubt to what my future could be. I yearn for a time when my mother’s tree swayed beneath the dusk like an amber sea, but the past is locked without a key. Never to return—only flee.”
― H.S. Crow

“When we hold it (amber) in our hands, we hold also that furious epoch where rioted all monsters and poisons, where death fecundated and life destroyed, where superabundance demanded such existences, no souls, but fiercest animal fire - just for that I hate it!”
― Harriet Prescott Spofford, The Amber Gods and Other Stories

“The block of sky in our twin high windows became a nectarine, amber and rose pink, and we lay in silence as white sunlight broke.”
― Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

“Can you say those words and not like it? Don't it bring to you a magnificent picture of the pristine world, - great seas and other skies, - a world of accentuated crises, that sloughed off age after age, and rose fresher from each plunge? Don't you see, or long to see, that mysterious magic tree out of whose pores oozed this fine solidified sunshine? What leaf did it have? What blossom? What great wind shivered its branches? Was it a giant on a lonely coast, or thick low growth blistered in ravines and dells? That's the witchery of amber, - that it has no cause, - that all the world grew to produce it, maybe, - died and gave no other sign, - that its tree, which must have been beautiful, dropped all its fruits, and how bursting with juice must they have been -”
― Harriet Prescott Spofford, The Amber Gods and Other Stories

“Around them there was nothing but silence, as if all the world were holding its breath.”
― Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

“And every minute that goes by and Amber's not here, my heart breaks for him.”
― Elle Cosimano, Seasons of the Storm

“Julio rubs his eyes and watches the place where she disappeared down the sidewalk thirty-two minutes ago, as if by the sheer will of his longing, he can somehow bring her back”
― Elle Cosimano, Seasons of the Storm

“Cade motions with a nod to follow him. He's holding the pole, and I'm the fish on the line. Just how far will he pull me in?”
― Lisa Schroeder

“To write, all you need is a creative mind and a lot of free time.”
― Cali Amber

“She had never seen anyone like him before in her life. The clothes he wore, the sound of his voice, the expression in his eys, all made her feel that she had had z moomentary glimpse into another world - and she longed passionately to see it again, if only for a brief while.”
― Kathleen Winsor, Forever Amber

“He called the place Amber, and said that it was run by a half-mad family, with the city itself peopled by their bastards and folks whose ancestors they brought in from other places ages ago.”
― Roger Zelazny, Trumps of Doom

“Moonless nights haunt me. They evoke remembrances of a carefree life when I dreamed without doubt to what my future could be. I yearn for a time when my mother’s tree swayed beneath the dusk like an amber sea, but the past is locked without a key. Never to return—only flee”
― H.S. Crow

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― honn.se

“Turning, she strode to the doorway, and for the second time, came to a stop. In front of the fire, on the large, soft rug before it, Jonas lay with Amber.

He'd changed clothes. Dressed in loose sweatpants, bare feet and a bare chest, he lay next to the baby as the fire flickered in front of them.

Amber was watching the flames with the drowsy wonder that only a baby could show. Her lashes lay low, sleep edging her expression as Jonas softly hummed a lullaby.”
― Lora Leigh, Lion's Heat

“Kathleen smiled and studied him with those tip-tilted eyes. He could see tiny rays in the light brown irises, like gold threads.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake

“Her eyes are glassy as she turns to me and says, "Thanks, Jack. For bringing me home.”
― Elle Cosimano

“I have told you,�� Duncan said. “Until my memory returns, I can’t ask for Amber’s hand.��
“But you can take the rest of her, is that it?��
Duncan’s face darkened.
“The people of the keep are whispering,�� Erik said. “Soon they will be talking openly about a foolish maid who lies with a man who has no intention of—��
“She has not—�� Duncan began.
“Leave off,�� Erik snarled. “It will come as surely as sparks fly upward! The passion between the two of you is strong enough to taste. I’ve seen nothing like it in my life.��
Silence was Duncan’s only response.
“Do you deny this?�� Erik challenged.
Duncan closed his eyes. “No.��
Erik looked at Amber. “I needn’t ask you about your feelings. You look like a gem lit from within... You burn.��
“Is that such a terrible thing?�� she asked painfully. “Should I be ashamed that I have finally found what every other woman takes for granted?��
“Lust,�� Erik said bluntly.
“Nay! The profound pleasure of touching someone and not feeling pain.��
Shocked, Duncan looked at Amber. He started to ask what she meant, but she was talking again, her words urgent, driven by the tension that vibrated through her.
“Passion is part of it,�� Amber said. “But only part. There is peace as well. There is laughter. There is...joy.”��
There is also prophecy,�� Erik shot back. “Do you remember it?��
FORBIDDEN / 147”
― Elizabeth Lowell, Forbidden

“We live by the rules or we die by them!”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Many birds wheeled far out over the waves and one very sinuous dragon.”
― Roger Zelazny, Sign of Chaos

“Cooking smells drifted in the air; leaves rattled along the road; a small yellow dragon rode the air currents high overhead; curtains of rainbow light rippled high in the north beyond the palace.”
― Roger Zelazny, Sign of Chaos