Best 27 of Oliver quotes - MyQuotes
A scientist doesn't know all the answers. Nobody does, not even teachers. But a scientist keeps on trying to find the answers.
It's bad enough I have to be trapped in a car with you children. You'll do your best not to act like children.
My boyfriend is a vampire and I'm okay with it. - Laney
Oliver felt much more than sorry for Alice. His heart had grown ten sizes since he’d met her, and the hours he’d lost her had nearly broken him.
Myrnin blinked, looked at Eve, and smiled. It was his seductive smile, and it came with a lowering of his thick eyelashes. “Sweet lady,” he said, “could you get me one of those delicious drinks you prepared for my friend, here?” He gracefully indicated Oliver, who remembered the cup of blood still sitting in front of him, and angrily choked it down. “Perhaps warm the bag a bit in hot water first? It’s a bit disgusting, cold.” “Yeah, sure,” Eve sighed. “Want a shot of espresso with that?” Myrnin seemed to be honestly considering it. Claire urgently shook her head no. The last thing she—any of them—needed just now was Myrnin on caffeine.
Huh, a lovers quarrel with a vampire- seems like a fantastic idea!
Melissa De La Cruz
Was he hungry? He'd had an enormous breakfast, but the transition from the glimpse had taken a lot out of him. Did they serve lunch in Hell? Should he have packed a snack? Why was he suddenly thinking about food?
The scream lasted for about a heartbeat, and then recognition flooded in—and relief. “Oliver?” Great. She was relieved to see Oliver. The world was officially topsy-turvy, cats were living with dogs, and life as she knew it was probably over.
Ach, die Maler machen die Damen immer hübscher, als sie sind, denn sonst würden sie keine Kundschaft haben. Der Mann, der das Photografieren erfand, hätte voraussehen können, daß er kein Glück damit haben werde, denn es ist viel zuviel Wahrheit dabei!
She wanted to lunge over and kiss him. Well, ew, not really, maybe a hug. Or a hanshake. Claire about Oliver
You sound disappointed.” Shane’s voice came out faint and thready, and he put his head back against the cushions as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Damn, I hate this. I really do.” I know,” Oliver said. “Your blood reeks of it.
I hate traveling with amateurs.
Is it really worth dying for the person you love?” [Maureen] thinks about this for a moment. “That’s not the real question, Oliver. What you should be asking is, Can you live without her?
Theres something alluring and dangerous about him, but comforting and protective. When I think about him, my stomach knots, my heart rate quickens and...and I could go on... -Laney
„Oliver paused for a few seconds, then leaned forward with his elbows braced on his knees, pale hands dangling. “When I was . . . transformed, I thought in the beginning that I could stay with those mortals I loved. It isn’t smart. You should understand this by now. We stay apart for a reason.” “You stay apart so you don’t feel guilty for doing what it is you do,” I shot back. “I’m not like you. I’ll never be like you. Best of all, I don’t have to be.
I do hope nobody else here has any other surprises planned, because if you so much as think about harming one another, I will oblige them. This is neutral ground. Violators will be gruesomely and violently shown the error of their ways. Clear?
She thought, just for a second, that they were going to bare fangs at each other . . . and then Myrnin smiled. "I suppose I should say thank you." "It would be customary," Oliver agreed. Myrnin turned to Claire. "Thank you." Somehow, she guessed that wasn't what Oliver had expected; she certainly hadn't. It was the kind of snub that got most people hurt in Morganville, but then again, she guessed Myrnin wasn't most people, even to Oliver. Oliver didn't react. If there was a small red glow in the depths of his eyes, it could have been a reflection from the lights.
I want this to be everything you want it to be." Leaning in, he smiles and says, "I want you to see your dream come to life.
He seemed normal again, or as normal as Myrnin ever got, anyway. He'd begged, borrowed, or outright stolen a long, black velvet coat, and under it he was still wearing the poofy white Pierrot pants from his costume, dark boots, and no shirt. Long, black, glossy hair and decadently shining eyes. Oliver took in the outfit, and raised a brow. "You look like you escaped from a Victorian brothel," he said. "One that . . . specialized." In answer, Myrnin skinned up the sleeves of the coat. The wound in his back might have healed--or might be healing, anyway--but the burns on his wrists and hands were still livid red, with an unhealthy silver tint to them. "Not the sort of brothel I'd normally frequent, by choice," he said, "though of course you might be more adventurous, Oliver.
Doves coo in the rafters above us as she sits down on the blanket, her loathed dress whispering around her. She pops a grape into her mouth and sighs. "This is so unreal. I feel like a princess." She couldn't have given me a better opening for the conversation I've been hoping to have. "Funny," I say. "I was thinking the same thing." Delilah frowns. "You feel like a princess too?
Jessica Day George
She couldn't help but grin at him. "It is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. Even more exciting than being abducted by you. "Galen and Rose got married that summer," she went on. "It was terribly romantic." She shrugged again. "Honestly? I'm having a hard time believing that it won't happen like that again. Galen will work some magic. We'll seal the gate and go home. Poppy and Daisy will have a beautiful wedding." Oliver got up from his chair and came over to the bed. He sank down beside her and put his arm around her waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder. "It will be alright," he told her "You shouldn't be afraid.
I turned to face Oliver. “You are worse than that little voice inside my head.” He raised a shoulder. “I’d like to say I try, but I was just born this fabulous.
I sigh. “But if you’d talked to Jules—if she could hear you . . .” My voice trails off. “Then you wouldn’t feel quite so crazy?” Oliver asks gently. “Can’t you believe in me, if I believe in you?
Oliver...' 'What?' 'I do like you.' 'But?' 'I just don't want you to think that I'm... that is, I'm really not looking for...' 'Hey.' I could hear the faint smile in his voice. 'It's a book, not an etching.
You took my life and Oliver's life and made them into this book. You made us into monsters, both of us.
I'm not obliged to defend your dignity. Provided you have any.
Do you ever wish, Alexis, that your heart was just that little bit smaller, so that you didn't have to care quite so much?