Best 45 quotes of Kendare Blake on MyQuotes

And it's beyond my energy to explain why I don't think that four-letter word that everyone's so obsessed over and that gets everyone into so much trouble and pretty much makes everyone behave like an ass can live in a place like this. Somewhere during dry cleaning, details, and missed meals, it flakes away and what you're left with is married people with a tolerable affinity for each other. That little four-letter word can exist only in poetry, or movies of 2 to 3 hours in length. Maybe in a mini-series. This place of dull details and irksome obligations is a home only to other four-letter words, which are used much more frequently.

Arthur without Excalibur was still Arthur.

As special as it is to listen to your friends argue over whether or not you have a mental illness,I'm starting to get the urge to go back to class.

But she’d always watched. She had always made sure he was safe. Will I fail this time? Will I finally have to watch him die, not in his bed an old man but young, and soon, and painfully?

But this hunch is all we have to go on, and every time I question him about feasibility, he smiles at me like he's Yoda and I'm just a dumbass without the Force.

Every time I question him about the feasibility, he smiles at me like he's Yoda and I'm just a dumbass without the Force.

Fucking nightmares. My heart starts to slow down. Glancing down at the floor, I see Tybalt, who is glaring at me with a puffed-up tail. I wonder if he had been sleeping on my chest and I catapulted him off when I woke up. I don't remember, but I wish that I did, because it would've been hilarious.

Girls, on the other hand, have always come easy. I don't know why that is, exactly. Maybe it's the outsider vibe and a well-placed brooding look. Maybe it's something I think I see sometimes in the mirror, something that reminds me of my father. Or maybe I'm just damn easy on the eyes.

Gods are cold. War, killing, and stabbing each other in the back is really what we do best.

He went crazy over Greek mythology, which is where I got my name. They compromised on it, because my mom loved Shakespeare, and I ended up called Theseus Cassio. Theseus for the slayer of the Minotaur, and Cassio for Othello's doomed lieutenant. I think it sounds straight-up stupid. Theseus Cassio Lowood. Everyone just calls me Cas. I suppose I should be glad--my dad also loved Norse mythology, so I might have wound up being called Thor, which would have been basically unbearable.

I am your servant. I am your slave. I am here to make sure every one of the suitors does not think of either of your sisters before they think of you. - Pietyr

I can't believe that she's questioning the existence of magic when she's standing before me dead and talking.

I don’t think I was strong in life. Now it seems like I loved every moment, that every breath was charmed and crisp.

I finally find a girl I could really be with, maybe the only girl in the world, and I had what? Two months with her? It's not enough. After everything she went through - everything I went through - we deserve more than that. Or maybe we don't. Anyway, life doesn't work like that. It doesn't care about fair and unfair.

If you’ve been reading the Mortal Instruments for any length of time, you know that only two things are certain: Dead doesn’t necessarily mean dead, and you never know whose blood is going to wind up running through your veins.

I had a million different dreams but none of them was stronger than the rest. In the end they probably would have paralyzed me.

I make my way to her table, seeing her eyes growing wider as I do. Ten or so other girls probably just developed instantaneous crushes on me, because they see Carmel likes me. Or so the sociologist in my brain says.

I mean, face it, mate, aside from your questionable decision to reenter high school, you're no different than any of them.

I’m just saying it doesn’t always have to be spirits and magic. Sometimes hauntings are in your mind. It doesn’t make them less real.

It’s a hard choice, but this is why I lead. No one else has the stomach to do the unpleasant things that sometimes need doing.

It's shitty I guess. They're my friends. But... everything I want to talk about I can't say to them. It feels so separate, like I've touched something that's taken the color out of me.

It's the twenty-first century. Arriving to find a bunch of old dudes in brown robes would be equally weird.

It was only a joke, Mia,” says Bree gently. “Of course I do not wish that. No one really wishes to be queen.

It will not be easy for him to see her dead, should they become close. But she has so few friends. She cannot turn one away.

It would be sweet to be cared for despite her faults, and to be wanted for her person rather than the power she comes with.

I've sort of been slacking off in my voodoo studies.I've trigonometry, you know?

I want to get some sleep, so if there's something mind-numbingly disturbing you want to show me, can we just get it over with?

...I want to press my head into the steering wheel until the horn goes off. That way the horn will cover my screams

I wish this knife was good for something besides death, that I could cut through time and walk into that house, into that kitchen where he trapped her, and get her out of there. I would make sure she had the future she should have had.

No matter how far I go, I'm still your person. We stand together now.

Over the course of my life I've been to lots of places. Shadowed places where things have gone wrong. Sinister places where things still are. I always hate the sunlit towns, full of newly built developments with double-car garages in shades of pale eggshell, surrounded by green lawns and dotted with laughing children. Those towns aren't any less haunted than the others. They're just better liars.

¿Quiénes seriamos? No el principe encantado y a bella durmiente.[...] Seguramente seriamos el extraño dragón y la loca hada.

Seria casi normal. Solo yo, mis mejores amigos, y mi chica muerta

The accusations make me want to be kid again. Why isn't my mommy calling them big fat liars?

The things that your eyes see plainly and cant forget are worse than huddled black figures left to the imagination.

This is my favorite part of the hunting. Getting to know them . Hearing their legends. I want them to be as large in my mind as they can possibly be, and when I see them I don't want to be disappointed.

This is what men risk so much for; this shiver, this acute heat and desire. This is what they think eternity feels like.

Using for a noble purpose is still using.

We are all dual natured, Queen Mirabella. Every gift is light and dark. We naturalists can make things grow, but we also coax lobsters into pots, and our familiars tear rabits to shreds. Elementals burn down forests as easily as they water them with rain. The war gift is for protection as well as slaughter. Even those with the sight are often cursed with madness and paranoia. Even the poisoners are also healers.

We've got our heads pulled low inside of our hooded sweatshirts and our eyes are shifty. We look exactly like you'd expect someone to look if they were minutes away from committing a major crime.

What are you going to fill it with?" she asks. "Holy water or something?" "Probably Dasani," Thomas replies.

What do you think the Order is going to do?" he asks. "Help us open a door to Hell, if we're lucky," I reply. Lucky. Ha ha. The irony.

You make me want things that I can't have.

You’re sure you didn’t leave? Didn’t try to explore Thunder Bay again, maybe go down to the park and, I don’t know, dismember some poor jogger?

You still can’t touch me.” “But you’re still my goddess?” “Because I’m still your goddess.