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“I wandered everywhere, through cities and countries wide. And everywhere I went, the world was on my side.”
― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

“The authority of those who teach is often an obstacle to those who want to learn.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“I do not believe in the creed professed by the Jewish church, by the Roman church, by the Greek church, by the Turkish church, by the Protestant church, nor by any church that I know of. My own mind is my own church.

All national institutions of churches, whether Jewish, Christian, or Turkish, appear to me no other than human inventions set up to terrify and enslave mankind, and monopolize power and profit.”
― Thomas Paine, The Age of Reason

“You will not pass!鈥� Roman thundered.
Great. Now he had decided he was Gandalf.”
― Ilona Andrews, Gunmetal Magic

“This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart鈥檚 affections, the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are as alive, as feeling, as fickle and uncertain as people. Their degrees of love and devotion are as varying as with any human relation. Just as one is good, another is bad.”
― Roman Payne, Cities & Countries

“All I really want to do today is go to the book store, drink coffee and read.”
― Ann Marie Frohoff

“Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still.”
― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

“脭, Wanderess, Wanderess
When did you feel your
most euphoric kiss?
Was I the source
of your greatest bliss?”
― Roman Payne

“When he, whoever of the gods it was, had thus arranged in order and resolved that chaotic mass, and reduced it, thus resolved, to cosmic parts, he first moulded the Earth into the form of a mighty ball so that it might be of like form on every side 鈥� And, that no region might be without its own forms of animate life, the stars and divine forms occupied the floor of heaven, the sea fell to the shining fishes for their home, Earth received the beasts, and the mobile air the birds 鈥� Then Man was born:鈥� though all other animals are prone, and fix their gaze upon the earth, he gave to Man an uplifted face and bade him stand erect and turn his eyes to heaven.”
― Ovid, Metamorphoses

“Hey, if you'd wanted to avoid 'this,' you shouldn't have lured me last night. Now it's too late. You might as well avoid the long, drawn-out pain and get it over with quickly. Sort of like taking off a Band-Aid. Or cutting off a limb."

"Wow, who says there's no romance left in the world?”
― Richelle Mead, Succubus Blues

“About five meters ahead, Nico was swinging his black sword with one hand, holding the scepter of Diocletian aloft with the other. He kept shouting orders at the legionnaires, but they paid him no attention.

Of course not, Frank thought. He's Greek.

[...]

Jason's face was already beaded with sweat. He kept shouting in Latin: "Form ranks!" But the dead legionnaires wouldn't listen to him, either.

[...]

"Make way!" Frank shouted. To his surprise, the dead legionnaires parted for him. The closest ones turned and stared at him with blank eyes, as if waiting for further orders.

"Oh, great..." Frank mumbled.”
― Rick Riordan, The House of Hades

“It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun! One would say its rays of light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow crested peak on this day. One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes. Helplessness has weakened me. Wandering has wearied my legs.”
― Roman Payne

“艦i a g膬sit-o printre miile de oameni indiferen牛i. I-a z膬rit mai 卯nt芒i ochii verzi cu luminile calde si moi. S-a cutremurat p芒n膬 卯n temeliile fiin牛ei lui, ca 艧i c芒nd i s-ar fi l膬murit fulger膬tor toate misterele vie牛ii. Apoi li s-au 卯ncruci艧at privirile 艧i din uimirea ei a 卯n牛eles c膬 艧i ea l-a recunoscut, de艧i nu l-a mai v膬zut niciodat膬.”
― Liviu Rebreanu, Adam 葯i Eva

“Alexander the Great slept with 'The Iliad' beneath his pillow. During the waning moon, I cradle Homer鈥檚 'Odyssey' as if it were the sweet body of a woman.”
― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

“It鈥檚 never a good thing when the black volhv says 鈥淯h-oh鈥� and then runs for his life.”
― Ilona Andrews, Gunmetal Magic

“Dispari牛ia iubirii e ca o oglind膬 卯ntoars膬, nu se mai vede nimic, te ui牛i zadarnic 卯n ea. Gestul t膬u nu se mai reflect膬, nu-i mai r膬spunde nimeni. E艧ti singur.”
― Marin Preda, Cel mai iubit dintre p膬m芒nteni

“Gregori jolted back. "Snap! You couldn't control one measly mortal?"
Roman clenched his fists. "No."
Gregori slapped a hand against his brow. "Snap!"
"Why the hell are you snapping? Are you a turtle?" It was times like this that firing Gregori
seemed to be the wise choice.”
― Kerrelyn Sparks, How to Marry a Millionaire Vampire

“I was thinking, "So, I鈥檓 Emperor, am I? What nonsense! But at least I'll be able to make people read my books now.”
― Robert Graves, I, Claudius

“After the Egyptian and Indian, the Greek and Roman, the Teuton and Mongolian, the Negro is a sort of seventh son, born with a veil, and gifted with second-sight in this American world,鈥攁 world which yields him no true self-consciousness, but only lets him see himself through the revelation of the other world. It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one鈥檚 self through the eyes of others, of measuring one by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his two-ness,鈥攁n American, a Negro... two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.

The history of the American Negro is the history of this strife, 鈥� this longing to attain self-conscious manhood, to merge his double self into a better and truer self.”
― W.E.B. DuBois, The Souls of Black Folk

“Nu, n-am nevoie de scuze. Mi-era dor de iubire鈥� Un dor vechi 艧i cumplit.”
― Cella Serghi, Cartea Mironei

“Cine vrea s膬 explice totul prin cuvinte ajunge cur芒nd s膬 nu poat膬 explica nimic! Sufletul n-are nevoie de cuvinte pentru a 卯n牛elege.”
― Liviu Rebreanu, Adam 葯i Eva

“Cinta itu mensucikan akal, mengenyahkan kekhawatiran, memunculkan keberanian, mendorong berpenampilan rapi, membangkitkan selera makan, menjaga akhlak mulia, membangkitkan semangat, mengenakan wewangian, memperhatikan pergaulan yang baik, serta menjaga adab dan kepribadian. Tapi cinta juga merupakan ujian bagi orang-orang yang shaleh dan cobaan bagi ahli ibadah.”
― Ibnu Qayyim Al-Jauziyah, Taman Orang-orang Jatuh Cinta dan Memendam Rindu

“hell is full of good wishes and desires.”
― Bernard of Clairvaux

“In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength.”
― Ovid, Metamorphoses

“Atunci am 卯n葲eles c膬 nimic nu dureaz膬 卯n suflet, c膬 cea mai verificat膬 卯ncredere poate fi anulat膬 de un singur gest, c膬 cele mai sincere posesiuni nu dovedesc niciodat膬 nimic, c膬ci 葯i sinceritatea poate fi repetat膬, cu altul, cu al葲ii, c膬, 卯n sf芒r葯it, totul se uit膬 sau se poate uita.”
― Mircea Eliade, Maitreyi

“The less my hope, the hotter my love”
― Terence

“The season was waning fast
Our nights were growing cold at last
I took her to bed with silk and song,
'Lay still, my love, I won鈥檛 be long;
I must prepare my body for passion.'
'O, your body you give, but all else you ration.'
'It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene:
A bleeding nymph to leave me serene...
I have dreams of a trembling wench.'
'You have dreams,' she said, 'that cannot be quenched.'
'Our passion,' said I, 'should never be feared;
As our longing for love can never be cured.
Our want is our way and our way is our will,
We have the love, my love, that no one can kill.'
'If night is your love, then in dreams you鈥檒l fulfill...
This love, our love, that no one can kill.'
Yet want is my way, and my way is my will,
Thus I killed my love with a sleeping pill.”
― Roman Payne

“Ea nu e 卯n mobile,nu e 卯n lucruri,nu e 卯n atmosfer膬,nici m膬car 卯n str膬in膬tate.Ea e 卯n mine,卯n s芒ngele meu.Cum s膬 scap de ea?脦n ce fel s-o alung?”
― Mihail Drume艧, Scrisoare de dragoste

“脦ntre noi nu mai era,s膬 zicem nimic.Nimic 卯n afar膬 de Marea Iubire.”
― Mihail Drume艧, Scrisoare de dragoste

“Cu ce r膬m卯n dac膬 alung amintirile? Nu r膬m卯n cu nimic.”
― Octavian Paler, Via葲a pe un peron