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Dmitri’s nerves calmed as he walked through the hedgerow maze, easily finding his way to the centre, sitting awhile. He had walked the grounds three times, before he finally went into the graveyard, looking for Sveta’s grave. It was easy to find. Easier since he had been to it every night since her passing. When he closed his eyes, he could still see her, strawberry hair blowing in the afternoon autumn wind, face flushed with laughter, eyes sparkling. She’d been a plain girl too. But she’d loved him.

Does Carthage even have forests? Did Virgil know for sure or was it just convenient for his story? Virgil was a professional liar. This would not be the only place where he pruned the truth until it was as artificial as an espaliered pear tree against a wall, forced into an expedient shape and bearing the demanded fruit.

Does bad luck come in 3's...or is it multiples of 3?

Do not forget about the butterflies.

Do not mess with this man's threads!

Do not reach for the stars, tear down the sky.

Don’t break the rules when you haven’t fully figured them out yet.

Don’t interrupt when your characters take a flight of their own.

Don't let the whys have it. Don't let them take advantage of you. They'll crush your heart and steal your peace and mess with your mind and wrap around you so tight you won't be able to breathe. Don't le the whys ruin your life, child. Every time they try to sneak up, push them aside and move forward.

Don't make rash decisions while the world is dark. Wait for the light to make all things clear.

Don't mind Russ," he says. "He's a good kid underneath all those holes, although it's a wonder he doesn't spring a leak when he drinks

Don't ruin a good story with the facts.

Don't starve an instinct with a lie on, Never hit or deceive a wounded lion. He heals faster than you can imagine And hurts even more when in famine.

Don't they understand what fiction is?

Don’t trust anybody else—no matter how close you are to them.” (Eric)

Don't worry,' my girl said, 'I'll teach you to outwit pity.

Don’t you ever cry again, Miss Zarish,” he said in a strict but mild tone. “I would rather die than see tears in your eyes.

Don't worry I won't embarrass you. I'm just going to check out his friends. Maybe his grades and definitely his track record with the ladies.” “Jackson Ryan Taylor, I swear to whatever holy being there maybe that I will personally rip you a...” “Whoa, calm down. She's violent,” he whispered only for Danny. “Can't I be concerned?” “Yes, so long as you keep your mouth shut.” “What?” “Not a word, Jack. I mean it.” “Moira...” “Not a word!” I stormed out of the bathroom and that was the end of that conversation

Do try The House by fresh new author, Susannah Mansfield, it's funny, sad and very different, you'll love the characters and the stories.

Do you play?” Quincy jerked her eyes away from the instrument to find Lord Arch watching her, his mouth drawn in a very familiar straight line. “Only for myself, now that Ezekiel is dead,” she answered truthfully. “How delightful,” he said, smiling, his handsome face giving way to the refined wrinkles of his age. “Why don’t you play for yourself now, and I’ll just listen?

Do You Believe?

Do you think we can be friends?” I asked. He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.

Do you want the truth or fiction?

Dr. Jules Hilbert: Hell Harold, you could just eat nothing but pancakes if you wanted. Harold Crick: What is wrong with you? Hey, I don't want to eat nothing but pancakes, I want to live! I mean, who in their right mind in a choice between pancakes and living chooses pancakes? Dr. Jules Hilbert: Harold, if you pause to think, you'd realize that that answer is inextricably contingent upon the type of life being led... and, of course, the quality of the pancakes.

Dreams are not only about money as it seems, From outside it may not be visible but it has endless beams, And most funny part of it is that dream never ends, If you reach your dream place then new dreams it amends.

During the Japanese invasion, bombs had fallen from the sky and people could run for cover. Now, they exploded in the middle of the road, or in the fields while people were playing soccer.

Dreams are good at playing with your memory. They love leaving no trace behind and hate to show up once again in the morning.

Dreams only come true if you point yourself in their direction

Dust is not a constant. There’s not a fixed quantity that has always been the same. Conscious beings make Dust—they renew it all the time, by thinking and feeling and reflecting, by gaining wisdom and passing it on. And if you help everyone else in your worlds to do that, by helping them to learn and understand about themselves and each other and the way everything works, and by showing them how to be kind instead of cruel, and patient instead of hasty, and cheerful instead of surly, and above all how to keep their minds open and free and curious…Then they will renew enough to replace what is lost through one window. So there could be one left open.

Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.

Each time I discovered a potential link between one character’s story and another’s, several more connections would reveal themselves, like a beautiful, complex web spinning itself.

Eagles, buffalos and deserts vast, it’s no good living in the fucking past.

Ebb and flow, ebb and flow, our lives. Is that why we're fascinated by the steadfastness of stars? The water reaches my calves. I begin the story of the Pleiades, women transformed into birds so Swift and bright that no man could snare them.

Edmund doesn’t solve any of his grievances or personality disorders by going through the wardrobe. If anything, they're exacerbated and brought to a crisis by his experiences in Narnia. When you go to Narnia, your worries come with you. Narnia just becomes the place where you work them out and try to resolve them.

Dying is not a solution.. I want to live with You..!

Each Fable is inspired by some true stories which doesn't have an happy ending, unlike the Fable.

Each new scientific fact gives rise to new uncertainties, and every pattern of starlight holds both a record and a prophecy.

Early in 1967 Highsmith's agent told her why her books did not sell in paperback in America. It was, said Patricia Schartle Myrer, because they were 'too subtle', combined with the fact that none of her characters were likeable. 'Perhaps it is because I don't like anyone,' Highsmith replied. 'My last books may be about animals'.

Editing fiction is like using your fingers to untangle the hair of someone you love.

El habia esclarecido inninterrumpidamente, durante los cinco años siguientes, cuatro asesinatos, de un modo que a sus colegas les habia parecido alucinante, es decir injusto, provocador. -No pegas ni golpe, Adamsberg-le decían-. Estás ahí, vagando, soñando, mirando la pared, haces dibujitos deprisa y corriendo sobre las rodillas, como si poseyeras ciencia infusa y tuvieras la vida ante ti, y luego, un día, te presentas, lánguido y amable, y dices: "Hay que detener al cura, ha estrangulado al niño para que no hable".

El monstruo me abrazaba con tal fuerza que no sabía dónde acababa yo y donde empezaba el, aunque yo seguía allí, en algún lugar.

Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.

Empires come and go. Chanterelles are timeless

Education is not the learning of corporate government propaganda, but of training the mind to filter facts from fiction.

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El hombre no estaba en el Silencio, solo era muy, muy, muy, bueno mostrando solo lo que deseaba

Elizabeth, this one last task you will enter in a moment, will determine your fate and who you are. You are eighteen now and with the blood of past generations running through your veins, this will destine who you really are and where you belong.

Émilie partit faire un tour avec sa meilleure amie Vanessa dans les bois. En pleine discussion entre filles, Émilie ne prêta aucune attention au danger qu’elle courait dans cette zone déserte jusqu’au moment où elle poussa un cri époustouflant ne laissant aucun de ses camarades indifférent: un scorpion l'avait piqué!

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