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“Being in love with your best friend is problematic.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“As much as I cared about him, I wasn’t a slave to fate. I could choose to ignore my feelings, strong as they were. It would be painful, but no more so than letting myself pine for my friend.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“I didn’t say anything; I could find no words that would express the swirled chaos of emotions inside me. So I just watched him go right out the door.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“Anna was, Livia is, Plurabelle's to be. Northmen's thing made southfolk's place but howmulty plurators made eachone in per-son? Latin me that, my trinity scholard, out of eure sanscreed into
oure eryan! Hircus Civis Eblanensis! He had buckgoat paps on him, soft ones for orphans. Ho, Lord! Twins of his bosom. Lord save us! And ho! Hey? What all men. Hot? His tittering daugh-ters of. Whawk?
Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flitter-ing bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome?
What Thom Malone? Can't hear with bawk of bats, all thim liffey-ing waters of. Ho, talk save us! My foos won't moos. I feel as old as yonder elm. A tale told of Shaun or Shem? All Livia's daughter-
sons. Dark hawks hear us. Night! Night! My ho head halls. I feel as heavy as yonder stone. Tell me of John or Shaun? Who wereShem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now!
Tell me, tell me, tell me, elm! Night night! Telmetale of stem or stone. Beside the rivering waters of, hitherandthithering waters of. Night!”
― James Joyce, Finnegans Wake

“The four of us sat around the pentagram holding hands. I wondered if we were about to sing "Kumbaya.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Hex Hall

“I suppose that means you don’t want any band-aids, either,â€� I said, a touch more bitterly than I’d meant to.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“He was quiet for a moment. “So, in this analogy, you’re Mary Jane?â€� “You got that right, Tiger.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“Well, if you can accept that I’m a great big geeky fangirl, then I guess I can accept that you’re a skeptic and a realist.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“You need to understand something," she said intently. "Charles is my husband. You can't have him. Mine. Not yours. There are lots of nice, unattachment men out there, I'm sure. Pick one of them and you might live longer." Then her body relaxed and her voice regained its usual cheeriness. "Thank you for your time, Ms. Newman.”
― Patricia Briggs, Dead Heat

“Alan shrugged. “I love the CBC, really, but being voted its president—â€� “Co-president,â€� Sputnik corrected. “—is kind of like being declared King of Nerds.â€� “Co-king,â€� Sputnik asserted.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“We pick the people who populate our personal lives as much for who they make us as for who they are. I chose Anna for the person I became in her presence, and in this respect, my love for her was a more selfish one”
― Zack Love, The Doorman

“I wouldn’t joke if you weren’t always patching me up,â€� Davin retorted. He looked at Chad again. “You must have noticed, right? It’s kind of cute, actually.â€� Though my heart fluttered, I tried to shoot him a warning glare. He ignored me. “I like to call her Doctor Fisher.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“We wrapped ourselves in towels and went back in, eating sandwiches on the bed while Kaidan made fun of the pop love ballads on Marna’s playlist. Funny how he knew the words to so many of them.”
― Wendy Higgins

“And I just keep going and going, picking up pins and stabbing them into the paper until the map is covered with places I’ll never see and the clear plastic box is as empty as I am.”
― Tamara Ireland Stone, Time Between Us

“There were four cars to choose from, identical except in color. Charles raised an eyebrow at Anna and she trotted around them, pondering.
"Gray, white, and silver would all blend in," she told him.
"By all means let's take the metallic orange," he agreed somberly.”
― Patricia Briggs

“Anna took love very seriously. She loved love. No, worshipped, that's the word. She worshipped love. That was the only thing which had any place in her life. That and hatred. Do you know what neutron stars are?'
'They're planets with such compactness and high surface gravity that if I dropped this cigarette on one of them it would strike with the same force as an atom bomb. It was the same with Anna. Her gravitation to love-and hatred-was so strong that nothing could exist in the space between them. Every tiny detail caused an atomic explosion. Do you understand? It took me time to understand. She was like Jupiter-hidden behind an eternal cloud of sulphur. And humour. And sexuality.”
― Jo Nesbø

“Charles asked me to stay here, she said, rather than confronting Hosteen with his lie. "You aren't my Alpha-and even if you were, he can't make me do anything, either." She tappef herself in the chest with one of her needles and half sang, "Omega. Me." Dropping into her own voice she said, "As an Omega wolf, I don't have the urge to obey you. At all. Not even the tiniest bit. Don't worry, it makes the Merrick crazy too.”
― Patricia Briggs, Dead Heat

“I felt the stupidity rising in my throat and bit down harder, staring at his collarbone and the small piece of blue sea glass he wore on a leather cord around his neck, rising and falling.
Rising.
Falling.
Seconds? Hours? I didn’t know. He’d made the necklace the year before from a triangular piece of glass he’d found during their family vacation to Zanzibar Bay, right behind the California beach house they rented for three weeks every summer. According to Matt, red glass was the rarest, followed by purple, then dark blue. To date he’d found only one red piece, which he’d made into a bracelet for Frankie a few months earlier. She never took it off.
I loved all the colors � dark greens, baby blues, aquas, and whites. Frankie and Matt brought them back for me in mason jars every summer. They lived silently on my bookshelf, like frozen pieces of the ocean I had never seen.
“Come here,� he whispered, his hand still stuck in my wild curls, blond hair winding around his fingers.
“I still can’t believe you made that,� I said, not for the first time. “It’s so � cool.�
Matt looked down at the glass, his hair falling in front of his eyes.
“Maybe I’ll give it to you,â€� he said. “If you’re lucky.”
― Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer

“Happy birthday,â€� he whispered, his breath landing warm and suddenly close to my lips, making my insides flip. And just as quickly as he’d surprised me with the cake, he kissed me, one frosting-covered hand moving from my hair to the back of my neck, the other solid and warm in the small of my back, pressing us together, my chest against his ribs, my hip bones just below his, the tops of our bare summer legs hot and touching. I stopped breathing. My eyes were closed and his mouth tasted like marzipan flowers and clove cigarettes, and in ten seconds the whole of my life was wrapped up in that one kiss, that one wish, that one secret that would forever divide my life into two parts.
Up, down. Happy, sad. Shock, awe. Before, after.
In that single moment, Matt, formerly known as friend, became something else entirely.
I kissed him back. I forgot time. I forgot my feet. I forgot the people outside, waiting for us to rejoin the party. I forgot what happens when friends cross into this space. And if my lungs didn’t fill and my heart didn’t beat and my blood didn’t pump without my intervention, I would have forgotten about them, too.
I could have stayed like that all night, standing in front of the sink, Matt’s black apple hair brushing my cheeks, heart thumping, lucky and forgetfulâ€�”
― Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer

“He’s a vampire.â€� I laughed again, feeling there was no end to the outrageous, ridiculous excuses we were coming up with. “Seriously, it makes sense. He’s always tired and pale, and keeps himself away from people so he won’t bite them....Maybe that’s what he’s doing when he disappears. Getting his fix of blood.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“Anna, you do have decent fashion sense. But I’ve seen your outfits, and you don’t have anything to wear on a date. Jeans, capris, geeky tee shirts, and more jeans.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“Oh, it was 1775.â€� “What?â€� â€�1775. The Battle of Bunker Hill.â€� “Oh.â€� I laughed. “We learned about it the day we met,â€� he added. “Another red-letter day in history.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“Well, as I said, you look terrible, for one thing. Beat-up terrible. Like someone was using you as a punching bag.â€� He ran a hand gently over his face. “Is it really that bad?â€� He sighed as I nodded. “Is that the only reason for your concern, Dr. Fisher?â€� He paused in between bites.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“She peered up at him. Damn, she would've thought he was a god even if he hadn't told her he actually was, though just of the usual, incredibly sexy kind.”
― Laura Kaye, East of Ecstasy

“Devlin was leaning against her car, elbows braces on the hood as though he didn't have a care in the world.

Anna nearly screamed. "Holy shit," she said, pressing her hand to her heart. "That's not cool."

Apparently untroubled by her reaction, he raised his hand and held his thumb and forefinger just milimeters apart. "It's a little cool."

"Oh, so Mr. Tall, Dark and Angsty has a sense of humor?"

"On a rare occasion.”
― Laura Kaye, East of Ecstasy

“Vronskiy'de güzel olmayan bir ÅŸey arıyor ve hiçbir ÅŸey bulamıyordu. Onun karşısında kendisinin bir hiç olduÄŸunu Vronskiy'e göstermeye cesaret edemiyordu. Vronskiy bunu bilirse onu sevmekten vazgeçebilirmiÅŸ gibi geliyordu; böyle düşünecek bir nedeni olmadığı halde ÅŸimdi hiçbir ÅŸeyden onun sevgisini kaybetmek kadar korkmuyordu. Ancak kendisine karşı davranışı için ona minnet duymaktan ve ne kadar deÄŸer verdiÄŸini göstermekten kendini alamıyordu. Anna'ya göre, önemli rol oynayabileceÄŸi bir devlet görevi için belli bir yeteneÄŸe sahip olan Vronskiy, yükselme isteÄŸinden asla en küçük bir piÅŸmanlık göstermeksizin onun için vazgeçmiÅŸti. Anna'ya karşı eskisinden daha fazla sevgi ve saygı doluydu, ona durumundan hiçbir zaman rahatsızlık hissettirmeme düşüncesi bir an bile aklından çıkmıyordu. Son derece erkek tabiatlı olan Vronskiy Anna'ya hiç karşı çıkmadığı gibi, kendi iradesi yokmuÅŸ gibi davranıyor ve Anna'nın isteklerini daha o söylemeden tahmin etmeye çalışıyormuÅŸ gibi görünüyordu. Vronskiy'in bütün dikkatini ona çevirmesi, onu içine hapsettiÄŸi bu ilgi ortamı zaman zaman Anna'yı rahatsız etse de, bunları takdir etmekten kendini alamıyordu.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

“Who hurt you?" she asked, slicing through the two other conversations going on at the table. "He's dead," said Charles, his hand sliding up Anna's back reassuringly. "I killed him. If I could, I would bring him back to life so I could kill him again.”
― Patricia Briggs

“The man - god - could control the weather, for God's sake. Annnd now that phrase took on a whole new meaning.”
― Laura Kaye, East of Ecstasy

“Oh, God, I'm sorry," she said. She'd just tackle-hugged a freaking god, and now he wouldn't let her go. Despite the fact that she'd apparently committed a major faux pas, Devlin's body felt damn good. All hard, lean muscle up against her. Power and strength evident in the fact that he held most od her body weight in the grip of one arm. And, geez, he smelled fantastic, like the cool earthy spice of a beautiful fall day. She had to resist pressing her nose to his throat and drinking him in.”
― Laura Kaye, East of Ecstasy

“Rolling her eyes, Anna stepped to the Jeep's door. "You riding with me or using your invisibility cloak?”
― Laura Kaye, East of Ecstasy