Best 4069 quotes in «fiction quotes» category

Emotions tend to entwine Earthlings together.

En cuanto a una vida echada a perder, no hay vida echada a perder más que aquella cuyo crecimiento queda detenido. Si quieres destrozar un carácter, lo único que tienes que hacer es intentar reformarlo

Enemies can't break your spirit, only friends can.

Energy manipulation took place completely in mind,same way believing in telepathy caused telepathic abilities to grow STRONGER.

En ese momento se dio la vuelta, como movida por una ráfaga de viento.

English. That was where I met him.

Entering the foyer, Royale already decided that he would thank Shake once more for being by his side at Keena’s recital. But she stunned him by eagerly waiting for him just like old times—on her knees wearing only a collar and a leash.

enter the world of things as they are

É preciso que a realidade em mim seja já pura invenção para que eu a reconstrua, para que eu a cante.

Er aber, Manasse, sah recht gut, dass der Tod da war, obwohl sie noch lebte. Längst war er da, schlich überall herum in diesem Hause. Spielte Blindekuh mit dieser Frau, die sein Mal trug, liess ihre gezeichneten Kinder schreien und rasen im Garten. Freilich – er galoppierte nicht. Ging hübsch im Trab, da hatte sie recht. Aber nur – – so aus Laune. Nur so – – weil es ihm Spass machte, zu spielen mit dieser Frau und ihren lebensgierigen Kindern wie die Katze mit den Fischlein im Goldfischglas –

Especially considering that she was already here, fully intending on giving herself to this extraordinary, handsome, outrageous man who was so hard to leave.

Even if readers claim that they 'take it all with a grain of salt', they do not really. They yearn to believe, and they believe, because believing is easier than disbelieving, and because anything which is written down is likely to be 'true in a way'.

Even if she’d [Ossie] gotten away from him [her ghost fiancé] the prognostications were grim—alligators with unusual pigmentation can’t camouflage themselves in the dust-and-olive palette of the swamp. Their skin is spotlit for predators. That’s why you don’t see albino Seths [Ava’s pet name for alligators] in the wild. Once an alligator reaches a size of four feet its only real predator is man.

Even if we try to conform to ideals and strive for perfection, we will always be pulled back to our core identity because it’s the path of least resistance for our souls – an energy force that wants nothing more than for us to honor and accept who we are and discover what we’re meant to do in the world.

Even in the gay spots around town, he could walk in and suddenly realize he was the only person of color in the room. He faced questions in all the eyes he greeted. What’s he doing here? Does he think he’s one of us? How ironic that even here in the nation’s self-proclaimed “gay summer capital” he should feel unwanted, excluded.

Even in the most uneventful of our lives, we are called upon to choose our battles...

Even the fiercest of anarchists lose their teeth to age.

Even though he did not hear me sometimes so that I had to repeat my questions a second or third time. By then my tone was as abrasive as the coarse hair or the boar. How he annoyed me!

Even though we don't admit it, every single one of us aspires to be like somebody, whether they live in the world today, within the bard's lyrics, or on the pages in the Library

Eventually, you're gonna have to let someone in.

Every book has to wait for the right time to be read and understood.

Everyday, God gives us the sun- and also one moment in which we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy. Everyday, we try to pretend that we haven't perceived that moment, that it doesn't exist - that today is the sames as tomorrow. But if people really pay attention to their everyday lives, they will discover that magic moment.

Every healthy person at some period must feed on fiction as well as fact; because fact is a thing which the world gives to him, whereas fiction is a thing which he gives to the world.

...every harsh word spoken, every such act or even thought doesn’t just disappear - it hangs around somewhere in totality and some day it boomerangs to haunt us.

Every minute I decide not to kill you is a minute your life is saved. You owe me everything.

every man has his own story, his own agony ("The Watcher O' The Dead")

Everyone asks me how I got started into writing. I wish I had some cool story to tell, but the truth is pretty lame. My wife and I were having a drink on our back porch and I mentioned a concept I'd been mulling over. She suggested that I write it down, and so I figured I'd make a few notes and get it out of my system. No matter how I tried though, it just wouldn't let me write it in any other way than a story. Believe me when I say I tried, but 63,000 words later I realized that I needed a chart to track the plot and personas to maintain character consistency. So I just gave up and let it write itself from that point on. As far as I'm concerned at this point, I'm just hanging on and trying to keep up.

Everyone has a monster inside

Everyone says you only fall in love once, but that not true, because every time I see you, I fall in love all over again

Everyone will be tracked, cradle to grave, with no possibility of escape.

Everyone writes the book he or she loves to read. Great authors write the books others love to read.

Every person's life is fiction, an illusion written by God's fingers.

Every second of my time, every letter of my word. One reason of my crime, two feathers of my bird.

Every step taken is the first of a new journey. Its up to me if I choose to contine walking or I might love it so much I will run. www.thethreeimmortalblades.com

Everything bleeds into everything and fiction is just this funny desperate little attempt to staunch the bleeding.

Everything I know, I know because of love.

Everything great that ever happened in this world started from the imagination of the people. When a fiction becomes a reality, the person becomes a visionary.

Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles.

Everything seemed so unreal—so supernatural—and I had to remind myself that is was. We weren’t human. We never were. (Jessica)

Everything was quiet now. It was even too freaky quiet. The house seemed big without anyone else inside. It felt lonely; like a ghost town.

Everything we know and believe about deity and divinity nowadays, is a direct origin of old civilizations. Everybody, Greeks, Saxons, Assyrians and Soumerians, all imitate the ancient ways of the first tribes of central Africa (Mason father to his son in "The Omniconstant

Every time I had things straight in my head about him, I saw him smile or crook an eyebrow, and all my sensible reasons on why I couldn’t have feelings for him seemed redundant.

Every time I pulled her back in only to disappoint her, I had unintentionally been solidifying what her mum had been telling her all these years. That she wasn’t enough, she wasn’t enough for me to take a chance on her or on us. I’d realised all too late that I was a coward, while she was petrified of never being enough for someone; she kept offering me a chance to prove her worries wrong. She was the strong one here.

Evet anne." Ağzı kupkuruydu,ama kendine dudaklarını yalama izni vermeyecekti.Onun yerine sıkıca birbirine bastırdı.Babamın çalışma odasında kırmızı elbiseli küçük bir kız var ve kahkahalar atarak bir kenarına mengene monte edilmiş masanın altında saklanmış ve sıyrılmış dizlerini göğsüne çekip,sırtını bin çekmeceli büyük dolaba yaslamış halde oturarak daima orada olacak.Çok mutlu bir kız.Ama annemin salonunda çişini köpek gibi tutmayı beceremeyen çok daha küçük bir kız var.Küçük,kötü bir köpek yavrusu gibi.Ve ben aksini ne kadar dilesem de o daima salonda kalacak.

Exactly. When is comes to anything halfway important, you just don't get it. It's amazing to me that you can put a piece of fiction together' 'Yeah, well, that's a whole different thing.' (from Honey Pie)

Evil knows its time to end is soon at hand, hence why it is more than determined to succeed.

Existence has taught me that a man can live on love and fresh water, on crumbs and promises, but he can never survive insults. And insults are all I've known since I came into the world. Every morning. Every evening. That's all I've seen for my whole life.

Faced with the prospect of a black depression, Highsmith once again retreated into fantasy, dreaming about an affair with the actress Anne Meacham, whose picture she had seen in a magazine publicising her role in the Tennessee Williams' play, In the Bar of a Tokyo Hotel. After the disasters of recent years, she reckoned that the safest option was to escape into romantic imagination. She reviewed her failures over the past five years and concluded that 'the moral is: stay alone. Any idea of any close relationship should be imaginary, like any story I am writing. This way no harm is done to me or to any other person'.

-Ey büyük Enesay,ey ulu nehir!Eğer senin derinliklerine bir dağ atsalar,o dağ orada bir taş gibi kaybolup gider.Eğer yüz yıllık bir çam ağacını atsalar,onu bir çöp gibi aparırsın!Senin için iki kum tanesi gibi olan şu iki insan yavrusunu kucağına kabul et.Bu yavrulara bu dünyada yer yok artık.Bunu ben mi sana söyleyeyim Enesay?Eğer yıldızlar insan olsa,gökyüzü onlara dar gelir,sığmazlardı.Eğer balıklar insan olsa,nehirler ve denizler onlara yetmezdi.Bunu ben mi sana söyleyeyim Enesay!Al onları,apar onları!Varsın onlar körpecik iken,temiz yürekli,kötü emeller ve kötü niyetlerle lekelenmemiş iken,temiz vicdanları insanların çektiği azablarlarla dolmadan,kendileri de başkalarına açık çektirmeden,bizim iğrenç dünyamızı terketsinler!Al bunları,apar bunları ey ulu Enesay!...

Fadwick Gorrim, at your service, OLD BOY!” he shouted at his face. “Can it be you, Pyrus? It’s been so long, Py!” Pyrus looked at the ground and shifted his eyes about the courtyard, avoiding his stare.