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“Coach," Annabeth said, "it was an accident. We were talking, and we fell asleep."
"Besides," Percy said, "you're starting to sound like Terminus."
Hedge narrowed his eyes. "Is that an insult, Jackson? 'Cause I'll-I'll Terminus you, buddy!”
― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena

“ÃŽn ce mă priveÅŸte, când apune soarele mă gândesc: A mai trecut o zi. ÃŽncă o zi în care n-am făcut nimic. Iar când răsare soarele, nu ÅŸtiu încotro să apuc, pe ce drum trebuie să merg, unde vreau să ajung. Eram sigură că fericirea există undeva, dincolo de zidurile casei noastre. Că într-o zi voi pune mâna pe ea, aÅŸa cum pui mâna pe o ceaÅŸcă sau pe scoarÅ£a unui copac. Că dragostea este supremul miracolâ€�”
― Cella Serghi, Cartea Mironei

“Bărbatul ÅŸi femeia se caută în vălmăşagul imens al vieÅ£ii omeneÅŸti. Un bărbat din milioanele de bărbaÅ£i doreÅŸte pe o singură femeie din milioanele de femei. Unul singur ÅŸi una singură. Adam ÅŸi Eva.”
― Liviu Rebreanu, Adam È™i Eva

“What a face this girl possessed!—could I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture, or fatherhood until a second such face is born. Her face, at once innocent and feral, soft and wild! Her mouth voluptuous. Eyes deep as oceans, her eyes as wide as planets. I likened her to the slender Psyché and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: the dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened soles of her tiny bare feet, the coal-stained balcony bricks upon which she sat, and that dusty wrought-ironwork that framed her perch. All this and the pungent air!—almost foul, with so many odors. Ô, that and the spicy night! …Pungency, spice, filth and night, dust and light; all things dark did blossom in sight; flower and bloom, the night has its pearl too—the moon! And once a month it will make the face of this tender girl bloom.”
― Roman Payne

“My mind struggled to formulate a coherent though, any thought. I opened my mouth. "Your pajamas have Eeyore on them."

"I like Eeyore. He's sensible. A sober outlook on life never hurt anyone.”
― Ilona Andrews, Gunmetal Magic

“The world is mere change, and this life, opinion.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

“Primul ceai, prima sărutare, prima întâmplare de dragoste, toate sunt la fel: nu poÅ£i niciodată să le simÅ£i gustul.”
― radu tudoran, Fiul risipitor

“We look up to see if it is day or night. If stars burn cool and moon does shine, we take to smoke divine and wine.
If breath of sun does belch its heat,
we boil coffee and prepare to eat.”
― Roman Payne

“Pluteau undele unui parfum, ca ÅŸi când urmele sufletului ei ar fi rămas să-l ispitească.”
― Liviu Rebreanu, Adam È™i Eva

“Looking back on my life, I sigh. The caprice of youth goes with the wind, I’ve no regrets.”
― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

“Să nu-Å£i vinzi sufletul,nu-l mai poÅ£i răscumpăra.”
― Mihail DrumeÅŸ, Scrisoare de dragoste

“Your favorite volhv showed up half an hour ago, complaining about his lack of sleep and stupid gods. He says he brought his Batman belt.”
― Ilona Andrews, Gunmetal Magic

“Spanish rain,
A maiden’s dress,
Apothecary pills
And ancient thrills;
Melancholy kills
A girl’s caress.”
― Roman Payne

“I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted anything from her, only her presence. The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.”
― Roman Payne, The Basement Trains: A 21st Century Poem

“Ce-i cu ochii tăi? Parcă ard! O să fie o zi când ai să te uiÅ£i aÅŸa în ochii altui bărbat?”
― Radu Tudoran, Fiul risipitor

“Spanish rain,
A maiden’s dress,
Apothecary pills
And ancient thrills;
Melancholy kills
A girl’s caress.
(—Roman Payne; Valencia, Spain, November 2nd 2012)”
― Roman Payne

“There are times when a man should sleep entwined in the warm flesh of a woman, his flanks plummeting into the perfumed bedding while she lovingly rolls her sweet shoulders into his chest. Whereas, there are times to be stoic and solitary—sleeping alone on a wooden board with twill sheets and splinters that scratch the skin.”
― Roman Payne

“Å¢ipătul nu este un argument, este o izbucnire de disperare;
dacă fiecare şi-ar ţipa disperările pe toate drumurile, nu s-ar mai
putea trai.”
― Octavian Paler, ViaÈ›a pe un peron

“Tine-ma aici cat vrei,si cand nu ma mai vrei,spune-mi sa ma duc”
― Radu Tudoran, Fiul risipitor

“It’s not that we have to leave this life one day, it's how many things we have to leave all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, wine, summertime,
drunkenness, and the physics of falling leaves, clothing, myrrh, perfumed hair, flirting friends, two strangers' glance; the reflection of the moon, with words like, 'Soon' ... 'do you
want me?' ... '...to lie enlaced' ... 'and sleep entwined' thinking ahead, with thoughts behind...?' Ô, Why!
Why can’t we leave this life slowly?”
― Roman Payne

“A writer needs to ingest love to be passionate. Passion is a metabolite of love, and good writing is an active metabolite of passion.”
― Roman Payne

“ÃŽi umpluse viaÅ£a cu amintiri zgomotoase, ÅŸi acum trăia sub teroarea lor.”
― Radu Tudoran, Fiul risipitor

“Before he left Rome, Marcus had been in a fair way to becoming a charioteer, in Cradoc's sense of the word, and now desire woke in him, not to possess this team, for he was not one of those who much be able to say "Mine" before they can truly enjoy a thing, but to have them out and harnessed; to feel the vibrating chariot floor under him, and the spread reins quick with life in his hands, and these lovely, fiery little creatures in the traces, his will and theirs at one.”
― Rosemary Sutcliff, The Eagle of the Ninth

“Mă aruncam în gol cu o exaltare tulbure ÅŸi pe urmă mă întrebam de
ce-am făcut-o. Eu însumi nu ştiam prea bine ce vroiam ascultînd
cum fierbea sîngele în mine.”
― Octavian Paler, ViaÈ›a pe un peron

“Une fille sans nattes est comme une ville sans ponts.”
― Roman Payne, Cities & Countries

“The [bowling] ball flew out jerkily, sailed about four feet, hit the lane with a loud crack, and then promptly entered the gutter. Roman walked up beside me, and we silently watched the ball complete its journey.

'Are you always that rough with balls?' he asked finally.

'Most men don't complain.”
― Richelle Mead, Succubus Blues

“I was at Peter's fondue party,before that was at the mall. Peter's tell me about Peter's, Did anything weird happen there? I was at a fondue party at a vampires everything about that is weird.”
― Richelle Mead, Succubus Revealed

“You Romans wash too much to be true men. Washing is for women, to clean our breeches and our vests. And even they barely let their toes touch the stream! Hah!”
― Andrew Levkoff, A Mixture of Madness

“Two blue men the size of football players walking through a store wrapped in Roman gladiator armor was bound to attract attention.”
― Missy Lyons, Alien Promise

“FotoÄŸraflar yalan söyler; romanlar, hikayeler zaten tümüyle yalandır, ama ne güzel yalanlar. Biyografiler gerçek olduÄŸuna inandığımız oranda ÅŸaşırtır bizi. Niye yazmışı, nasıl yazmışı anlatır. Meraklısı için bu da az ÅŸey deÄŸildir doÄŸrusu.”
― Ayfer Tunç, Ömür Diyorlar Buna